It has taken 3 chapters to write this story, and i request the readers to go through all of them to decide on its worth!
As an Post graduate student, I came to the Southern city of Hyderabad, India, to stay and study with my uncle for a period of 1 year. This is the summary story of the first 6 months.
With the age of 21 dawning on me recently, the lonely and imaginative sojourn of the years had had their effect on me. I fantasized a lot, like everyone else of my age, though there was nothing dark about those fantasies. Still, the evolved male had to have a release. In those days, there was no Internet to pamper my cravings and, orthodoxy had its limitations with socializing. Being a semi-urban male did not encourage anything, except studies. The closest I had come to watching women's breasts had been in a movie (which I saw 7 times). I longed for those milk-yielding bundles, and wondered about the other parts of a female's body, to touch them. Masturbation was a boring form of exercise, I believed, while sex was a distant dream...!
My stay at Hyderabad was to change all that! I had 5 months to go for my exams, and there was plenty of time to study "other" things in this city, I decided. The object of my fantasy was the dark skinned, firm breasted, 18 year old cousin sister of mine. I had nick named her "Drau", a short form for "Draupadi", and she would call me "Pradyu". Both were mythological figures, one of beauty and other of valor! Drau and I shared adjacent rooms of an old but spacious house, with a common toilet facility. The mornings would be spent chatting and laughing, while I would regale her with funny incidents of my childhood. The afternoons would be spent watching TV, while relaxing on the 2 sofas set up on either side of the living room.
Even as she would doze off after a good meal on the comfortable sofa, her stretched figure, with its numerous contours, would capture my imagination. Occasionally, her dress would rise, caught in the draft of the fan blowing straight at us, and her ankles, tapered to her smooth calves would come into picture. When she turned about in her sleep, she would pull her hands close to her chest, making her breasts swell to the deed. Wow! The swell of those dark moulds could excite any man, I mused, let alone a sexually inexperienced one like me. My Manhood would swell with innocent excitement, demanding contact, and I would gently squeeze it, looking at her figure. The daily ritual of the afternoon siestas was awakening my dormant hormones and I could neither resist my impulses nor ignore the taboo.