I am a 24 year old from Pune, India. This is a story about how my cousin brother Santosh and I recently discovered each other sexually.
Things heated up when I moved to Mumbai less than a month ago to start a new job after finishing my Masters degree. My cousin Santosh, 27, lives in Mumbai, where he is an IT engineer at a large firm. He has offered to let me stay at his place until I found my own apartment in the city.
I was a little nervous about moving to a big city but Santosh really helped me settle in. He picked me up from the airport, took me shopping and even took me around to see some sights in the city. Before long I settled in nice and easy and have been enjoying my time staying with him.
Most evenings, we watch Netflix, eat dinner together and talk. Conversation flows real easily and we share crackling chemistry.
Santosh lives in a plush apartment complex with a gym and pool. A couple of weeks ago, one Friday night, he asked me if I wanted to come along to the pool with him as he was headed there for a swim.
It was a warm night so I readily agreed. The pool wasn’t too busy at 9pm and the water was fantastic. We swam a few quick laps and I especially enjoyed racing him for a bit but he was too fast for me!
As we got out of the pool, the water made the bathing suits stick to our bodies. And for the first time, I found myself staring curiously at the bulge in his wet bathing pants. I saw him look at me and I quickly looked away.
Nothing was the same after that night.
For a few days after that, I would often catch Santosh staring at me whenever we hung out. I don’t wear a bra at home, which made my ample 36C bosom jiggle visibly through a t-shirt. I noticed his gaze fix on the v-neckline of my tshirt sometimes as it exposed my cleavage. And I would shamelessly stare at his muscular body whenever he got out of the bathroom wrapped in a damp towel.
Once, brushing past him through a narrow doorway, my bra-free breast grazed his arm and I felt a tingle of pleasure run through me as my nipple perked up in attention. Mmm, this felt so good! We couldn’t hold it back any longer after that.
The next weekend, Santosh and I were playing a game of cards in his bedroom. I spotted him spying on my cards as I sat with my back to a wall mirror and that was enough to annoy me and make me throw my cards down and demand to see his, which he obviously flatly refused. That was enough to get a wrestling match going between us on the bed. He was way stronger than me but I loved play fighting this close to him. He was only wearing a vest and shorts so it was easy to tickle him as he tried to overpower me. He fell back laughing hard and started to tickle me now. His fingers accidentally brushed against my breasts and he looked sheepish for an instant but the tickle-wrestling got a little rough after that and I squealed in momentary pain when his arm pushed a bit hard against the side of my right boob.
“Ouch!” I yelled.
“Sorry!” he said and quickly backed off.
“Does it hurt?”
“Only a little”, I replied as I gently rubbed the breast’s side that was sore.
It got a little quiet.
“Can I rub it for you? I will be real gentle,” he asked gingerly.
“Okay, but real gently please,” I said.
By this point, we were both lying next to each other on the bed and he turned on his side to settle into a good position to rub. He was surprisingly gentle and soft as he massaged the side of my breast through my t-shirt. I loved how his fingers moved in slow circles, massaging my side, and before long my nipple stiffened, begging for some attention.
“I can’t really feel much through the shirt,” I lied. “Could you slide your hand underneath and massage it?”
He slid his hand under my t-shirt and continued to massage my right side in tiny circles, taking care not to touch my nipple or cup my breast with all his fingers.
“Is this better?” he asked.
“Yes, much better,” I replied.
A shiver of delight ran through me as his little finger accidentally brushed against the hard nub that was my nipple.
“Sorry,” he blurted.
“It’s fine, thanks for a great rub.” I said.
“Can I feel it?” he suddenly asked.
“Yes,” I said without a second thought.
Santosh traced his index finger around my nipple and then brought his thumb close as he gently held it in a pinch that felt so good I didn’t even realise when I let out a little moan.
“Did I hurt you?” he said in mock alarm.
“No, that felt great!” I whispered.
“Hmmm your nipple feels big and hard. But there’s something else that’s even bigger now,” he smiled.
I didn’t have to ask what as I could feel an eager hardness rubbing on my thigh through his shorts.
“Can I see it?” I asked.
He guided my hand underneath the band of his shorts to his penis that was engorged by now and grew rock hard as I ran my fingers around it for the first time. I loved feeling that hardness against my soft hand and tightened my grip around his long shaft.
“Mmmmm,” it was his turn to moan now.
He then pulled down his shorts a little so I could get a full view of his dick. I couldn’t look away. I continued to rub the shaft as I admired it. It was a lovely chocolate brown and looked like a big, long Chocobar!
By now his hands had travelled to my other boob and started massaging both of them rather vigorously, pinching and rubbing my nipples.
I pulled my t-shirt up to my neck so could have full access to them. He stared at them for a few seconds, looking like wanted to bury his face in them, and started playing with them and kneading them with renewed zest.
Our breathing got heavier as I continued to massage his dick. Finally I couldn’t bear it any longer and I turned my face towards his and reached in for a kiss. He responded enthusiastically and we kissed gently and slowly at first, planting shy pecks on the lips, before letting our tongues meet in a gloriously long, urgent kiss.
His head slid down to my breasts next, kissing them first before he started to lick my nipples. I was in heaven after that and couldn’t stop moaning as he flicked his tongue gently on one nipple while his fingers squeezed the other.
Instinctively, I slid down and moved on top of him so my breasts were dangling over his hard dick. I held them close so I could envelope his hot rod in my cleavage and began slowly sliding up and down. I could tell he loved it by the way he just lay back and closed his eyes.
We were both lost in the deep thralls of pleasure as I started sliding faster and he thrusted his dick hard between my breasts. I sensed him tense up and pause for a second as he hit his climax and shot a hot load of cum that slithered between my boobs as I continued to slide his penis in my cleavage.
He was spent now but I wasn’t. His hands went back to playing with my nipples as he caught his breath. He started sucking them again and slid his other hand in my panties. He was enjoying running his hand around my clean shaven vulva.
His fingers parted the slit and explored my clit expertly.
“Does this feel nice?” he asked.
“Yeah you can rub it faster.” I said.
His right hand kept rubbing my clit as he moved towards my right breast, suckling the nipple gently. This double dose of pleasure sent me right over the edge as I shuddered in waves of ecstasy as I hit my climax.
We lay quiet for a while, covered with my t-shirt. Santosh then leaned in close and kissed me again, before we dozed off in each other’s arms.
Life isn’t going to be the same after this wonderful encounter.