I woke up feeling rather warm and sweaty and it was
still dark. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was
in a strange place. I was on my side, my knees folded up. I
felt a warm breath on my chest.
There were about fifty people among the bride’s
family and friends that were invited to the reception at the
groom’s house. After the reception, Chhordi wanted me,
Sanjay and her best friend, Sumitra-di, to stay and spend
the night at her new home. I guess she had started to feel
homesick and knowing that her brother, cousin and her friend
would be close by — even if it were for one night — gave
her sense of security among virtual strangers. It was not a
big house. Indeed, it was rather small considering that
Subhash-da’s parents, his younger brother and a sister all
lived there. They had three rooms, of which one was being
taken up by the newlywed couple. The two neighbors had set
up their houses for the overnight guests. Subhash-da’s
mother wanted us to stay in their room, but we all convinced
her that we would be perfectly OK in the drawing room. There
were a few others there and the three of us staked our claim
in one corner.
A big rug was laid down on the floor, covered with
two layers of heavy linen; and pillows were graciously lent
out by all the neighboring families. It was past midnight
before we let the newlyweds go to their room for their
‘Honeymoon” night. Some of the other girls were giggling as
the two exited the drawing room. I was wondering if the
expectation that they would consummate their relationship
wasn’t rather revolting. The thought of the very ritualistic
nature of two virtual strangers engaging in intercourse
turned me off. Whether it was their unfamiliarity with each
other, or the thought of them knowing that they are
supposed to be doing this regularly, but only with each
other — I couldn’t feel very excited about them. We talked
and we laughed about things insignificant and, before long,
I had drifted off to sleep.
My sleep was interrupted by a warm breath on my
chest. I opened my eyes tried to recognize the head that was
almost nudged up against my breasts. The aanchal of my saree
having shifted off, I could feel the breathing directly on
my skin. It was a humid night and I felt rather
uncomfortable. After a moment’s hesitation, even as I was
going to try and push the head away, I felt something else.
It was against my knees . . . a hard and warm something! I
froze and realized that it was Sanjay — my handsome
adolescent cousin.
He was between me and the wall I was facing. That
had been the arrangement on our make-shift community bed, I
remembered. My back was turned towards Sumitra-di.
Instantly, I recognized the feel of the ‘thing’. Regular
commuting in crowded buses had been quite educative in that
respect. By the time I was totally awake, I knew that he was
awake too. He was awkwardly lying on his side in a crouched
form with his hard adolescent manhood against my knees. I
could feel the heat from his excited state through his
jaangia and his dhoti — and through my sari and petticoat!
My instinctive reaction was that of total shock. As
I became more aware of what was going on, the ‘big sister’
in me wanted to put a stop to it. But the lascivious teen in
me set off a debate inside my head. I could pretend to wake
up suddenly, stretch and turn — away from him. On the other
hand, I could submit myself to the dictate of my libidinous
nature and keep feigning sleep. For several long minutes I
could not decide either way; and then the “naughty sister”
prevailed. I lay there feeling my cousin’s hard cock being
rhythmically pressed against my knee, while my own body
slowly started responding with unmistakable signs of
arousal.
Sanjay moved with amazing gentleness, the tempo
deliberately slow, his breathing –on the valley between my
breasts — heavy, yet controlled. In spite of myself, I was
marveling at his effort to keep his masturbation against me
almost imperceptible. Indeed, but for his temptation of
getting his face close to my chest, in all probability, I
would still have been asleep. It was dark inside the room,
and I could not see him move — not even a sound! I simply
felt his rubbing . . . no, pressing . . . of the length of
his hardness in a slow rhythm that matched his breathing.
While the sheer bawdiness of what was going on drove
me wild, I decided to lay still — just as I was — and let
him have his pleasure. The humid warmth of Sanjay’s breaths
on my flesh sent flashes of heat down my body and to the
pulsating tunnel between my legs. I was well out of my
frozen state, but I couldn’t even flex my thighs — a
maneuver that would have let me take care of the fire. I was
afraid to let my adolescent cousin feel any movement. I
wanted him to continue with what he was doing. I wanted to
feel him reach his goal. I lay there motionless — my teeth
clenched — while Sanjay increased his pace ever so
slightly. His motionless head directly under my chin, and
the smell of his hair, sent waves of desire down between my
thighs. I felt my cunt filling up with juice. I silently
prayed for strength to help me control the impulse building
up inside me — the immense urge to quit being a silent,
undiscovered, participant. Oh! How I wished Sanjay would
actually bury his face between my breasts. I wished he would
take my aching, taut, nipples between his teeth. I wished I
could reach out and grab his hard cock and jerk him off. I
wished a lot of things — but I dared not act upon it. The
‘big sister’ in me kept my libido from taking over my
senses.
He carried on and on and on — breaking off his
contact with me every now and then, presumably to prolong
his pleasure. Sometimes he just left his cock pressed
against me — and I could feel it pulsate. After what seemed
to be an eternity to me, he increased his pressure and the
rhythm faltered . . . and I felt the thing heave and throb!
He turned his head away from my breast and let out an
audible gasp. He used a little more pressure against my
knees this time, perhaps momentarily forced to lose his
constraint at the peak of his urgency. He left it pressed
as it pulsated some more . . . and then I felt it slowly
lose its hardness.
Sanjay pulled himself back gently and turned away
from me on his side. I didn’t move, waiting till I heard his
breathing become regular as a sign of him falling asleep
again. Somewhere far away, a clock struck three times . . .
the faint sound barely audible.
I had to go to the bathroom. I waited a few more
minutes making absolutely sure that my cousin was peacefully
asleep before I got up. As I stood up, I could feel the
crotch of my panties sticking to my sex. I tip-toed
carefully out of the room. I also had to take care of the
fire between my legs in the bathroom. I have had strangers
rub against me in buses and, while not everybody managed to
climax, with those that did, I had become quite adept at
detecting male climax just by the nature and the rhythm of
the pulsations. Regardless, I must admit that I would
usually feel a little aroused myself from such lewdness
(and, I have serious doubts in the veracity of claims to the
contrary). But, this experience was so very different! There
was none of the namelessness — on the contrary, he was my
“brother” and it was only a couple of days back that I was
shamefully enjoying a bodily contact with him!
After emptying my bladder, I stood up and leaned
against the wall. It did not take too much to attain a
blissfully simple climax. A few strokes — with my index —
across the swollen labia brushing over my seat of excitement
… and I came with a short shudder. I rested a minute or
two and headed back to the drawing room. I was in still in a
state of confusion about what had just transpired. It was
different, too, in that I hardly felt satisfied — not even
after having had an orgasm in the bathroom! I could not go
back to sleep easily. With Sanjay sleeping beside me, my
lurid thoughts raced uncontrollably through my mind. I had
to sleep, I thought; and, with that, in a very deliciously
fragile state, I promised myself a reward before I headed
back to Calcutta. The resolution seemed to work and I slept
like a log till Sanjay woke me up around eight.
Staring at him in the dull light of a monsoon
morning, I realised that I had stepped on a very slippery
stone when I wasn’t looking.