The Story - Episode 3 - Exploiting Elder Cousin During Sleep
Hi readers, Aman here! This is in continuation to my earlier story, with a time lapse of 8 years. It’s 2009 and I am in my Second PUC. So when I use the present tense or use the word “year”, you need to assume it’s the year 2009. In the first story of the series, I had introduced you to Tanya, my older cousin and how I developed a breast fetish due to her. Now she is a fully grown woman in her early 20’s, doing her third-year graduation. She got married in 2012 now and has a kid, settled in Indore. This story narrates how I had the chance to be the first man to touch her, which she still has no idea about unless she is a member of ISS. The story begins! By the mid-year, we (my parents and myself) had to visit our native on the occasion of my Uncle’s (my mother’s younger brother) marriage. All our family members had already arrived at the ancestral home and the place was already giving a vibe of festivity. As you know, I had an incestuous relationship with my younger cousin Teena from childhood, which is still continuing during my not so frequent visits. The first person I was looking for at the place was her. She is 19 now but still in first PUC as she failed a year. Teena has grown into a sexy goddess by now, around 5 ft tall, with medium-sized but firm breasts with pink areolas and a thin curvy waist. Her hair was thick, black and flowing down to her shoulder blades. She started to wear a bra from last year and it was surprising to me last year to find the extra piece of clothing which was not usually present while I undress her. I was searching for my Teena among the multitude of relatives gathered there. Suddenly, I caught my eye on someone who looked familiar but different. She had beautiful eyes with perfect eyeliner, with curly but long hair braided and adorned with jasmine flowers. She was draped in a green and red silk saree which was complementing her perfect figure, at the same time providing enough skin show for my imagination to run amok. It was Tanya! I slowly walked towards her and surprised her from behind. She gave me a hug and we started to chat. I came to know that she was just back from a North Indian tour from her college and was feeling tired. But as you know, there is no sleep for the day as she was in charge of welcoming the guests and ensuring their accommodation. I decided to help her so that I could spend some time with her. I was entirely blinded and deafened by the sight of Tanya that I couldn’t see my beloved partner in crime, my Teena, standing right next to me the whole time, looking at me angrily. She was upset that I did not heed to her beckoning and was completely ignoring her and did not speak to me till the end of the day. But, I broke her silence during our bed-time, with just my tongue, by pleasuring her with orgasms for the whole night. By that age, I had fairly good knowledge about sex (thanks to the internet and my habit of voyeurism) and knew exactly how to give pleasure and make women happy. Teena, being a good child, had no such exposure. To her, sex is just lying on the bed naked and waiting for me to take charge. She did whatever I asked her to do like a sex-slave. Her ignorance about the safety had created some problems for me, like that one time when I accidentally ejaculated in her because she was on top and did not move away when I told her to. I was worried because if she were to get pregnant, then it will be an unhealable scar in her life and would bring big shame to her, myself and our family and also there is the law preventing incestuous relationships. Anyhow, that night we enjoyed ourselves to the point where she requested me to stop as she was feeling tired. The next day, the day of wedlock, the cars were standing ready to take us to the kalyan mandap. I wanted to ride shotgun in the car in which my uncle was going, so I had woken up early and got ready. We reached the venue by 10:30 am and the muhurtha was at 11:30 am. So, we had an entire hour to settle down and meet and greet relatives. The bride (my aunt now) and her family had already arrived before us and started the makeup. We were not allowed to see her before the marriage. So, Teena and I along with our friends were goofing around till the said time. Now the muhurtha finally arrived, my uncle is already sitting on the seat in the designated place on the mandap and within a few minutes, the bride arrived. To describe my aunt, she looked like a model from the jewellery ads – fully covered in necklaces, bangles and a thick waistband made of gold. She was wearing a red Kancheepuram saree, flaunting her creamy white navel in a non-sexual way. She was wearing heavy makeup, which is common thing in our marriages. Her name is Sneha and she is one of the women I used to fantasize about till she became fat and less attractive after giving birth twice. The marriage was happily concluded and as per our custom, the bride moves in with the groom after marriage. So, we started our journey back to our ancestral home. By an hour or so, we reached home. The bride and groom were welcomed in with aarthi and there was a small ceremony after that. The reception was arranged by evening the same day so myself and Tanya were busy with the arrangements. The entire evening we were busy attending to the guests and feeding people (I had no idea we had so many relatives and family friends). At last by 11 PM, we wound-up and finally, it is time for some well-earned rest. Since the bedrooms were occupied by relatives, we kids had to adjust in the drawing room floor. The beds were spread, enough for three people. But Teena had already slept with her mom so she was not disturbed. The remaining ones were Tanya and me. She agreed on sleeping on the floor but I wanted to be with Teena but didn’t vocalize it. Half-heartedly, I decided to share the bed with Tanya.