I am Anirudh, 24 years old and my cousin is 27 years old now. She is Anita and we have been close since our childhood, practically growing up in the same household. We had an ancestral home where we grew up with our grandparents. We both lost our parents at a very early age.
We both had separate rooms and we had a lot of privacy when growing up. Since both our names started with the same letters, we used to call each other "Ani" from our childhood. It started as a game and got stuck with us for a lifetime now.
My grandparents were the sweetest, they took care of all our needs till we grew up. I always looked up to her as an inspiration from when I was very young. She was great in academics and extracurriculars as well, did her college and got a Job in Canada in some reputed company. She was my guide and she asked me to apply for a college in Canada.
This was a conscious decision I made to be around her, because I missed her so much when she had to leave us for her studies and work. We were in Toronto and Montreal. We were separated by a 500 km distance, but then it's always better than 13k kilometre distance and separated by continents when I was in India. Once I was in Canada, We used to meet once every two weeks depending on both our availability. If you have ever had the chance to peek into an Indian household, studies comes first and then everything else.
So she would always advise me to spend more time on studies and get good grades and then we can meet and roam later. Well! You can call us both Nerds. I was also good at studies. Although we were close, I never thought of her in a sexual way, she was more of a sister to me than a cousin. We were what you would call a normal brother and sister all through our young days and part of our adolescence too. It all started somewhere in the mid 2020's and 2021's. So rolling back to the year 2020.
Yeah, you might have guessed it by now, it's during this pandemic and there was a worldwide disruption of day to day activities. From shops to workplaces to colleges, everything was shut, No one had any idea when all this would go back to the way it was. There were travel restrictions and I couldn't meet her for a couple of months. I was one of those students who didn't opt for campus accommodations.
I had rented an apartment and stayed near my campus for most of my first academic term. It didn't make sense for me to pay rent and stay in this room when the classes were all online and I didnt even have to step into my college for a single day. So it was her idea that I vacate and go to Montreal and stay with her until this pandemic is over. We didn't think much, it was the obvious decision to be made. We informed our grandparents and one fine weekend I moved to her place.
She picked me up at the Airport and we drove to her place. The moment she saw me she hugged me, showing how much she missed me.
"I missed you so much Ani," I said.
Hearing this, she squeezed, ensuring that it was all gonna be alright. That was a warm hug, so warm that I didn't want it to end. I was 5.3 and had an athletic build. She was 5 ft, petite and skinny. She was pretty, that's all I can say at this point of time. I was so happy that we were reunited again. I was looking forward to the same old times we used to have when we were young. But little did I know what life had in store for both of us.
We reached her place, it was a one BHK independent house with a small lawn and cosy interiors. She always kept her room neat and tidy when we were young and this was no exception, it was well kept. She was giving me a tour of her eden.The living room was spacious and she had very less furniture which gave the room a more airy feel. It had an open kitchen and her bedroom had a nice soft mattress, her bathroom was huge, it had a bath tub too.
"Your place looks so nice," I said.
"Took me 3 months to find this place and I like it too," she replied.
Overall the place was nice and we ordered another mattress online and a few other essentials to accommodate me and to make me feel at home. But then due to this pandemic even the delivery of the extra mattress we ordered online was delayed and we had to share what we had till all those arrived. I volunteered to sleep in the living room and she would sleep in her bedroom. The couch was not comfortable but I am not complaining, I was with her which was more than enough for me.
As days passed, I started noticing her, how she has grown into a beautiful woman. My thoughts and look towards her was changing day by day. For a person who has never looked at her with any other intentions, the devil in me was slowly growing. All I had noticed till that day was that she was skinny. But these few days I started to notice her cute face, eyes, sharp nose, juicy lips, her 32B boobs, her awesome round ass, her toned legs, she was a complete package. If I had a girlfriend, I wanted her to be like Anita.
Living with her my whole life I never felt this feeling earlier. We had different rooms and bathrooms when we were in our grandparents place. Maybe that we got to do and keep our private things private kept me in check back at my grandparents place. One thing that was so different from what we had back home was private space.
For example, If I have to change, she has to step out of her bedroom. And when she wanted to take a shower she would lock her bedroom and even if I had to take a piss, no matter how urgent it was, I had to wait if she was taking a shower. Except for this, everything else was great, we shared all the household work from cooking to laundry. It was fun.
Also, as days passed we started to get comfortable with each other. After my shower I started to come out in just my towel, exposing my toned upper body. She was casual about it.
Even would even make comments like "Someone's been working out."
I started to change with her in the room, and she would casually keep doing whatever she was doing until I changed or so I thought. But she was still cautious about when and how she changed. Maybe it's a girl thing.
The order that we placed earlier for the mattress never arrived and we got so comfortable with each other that both of us started sleeping in the same bed. In fact, we cancelled that order for the new mattress to save some money. One day I was in our bed scrolling through unwanted social media and she came out of the bath, covered in a bath towel. My eyes shifted from my phone to her and there was a moment where everything froze. Say what you want, but seeing a girl with her hair wet, in just a bath towel is always sexy.
She caught me staring at her and she said, "I dropped my change dress on the wet floor."
She then casually walked to the cupboard to get another dress. I was in a dilemma if I should go out or stay!! I was changing in front of her, but she never changed in front of me till that day. I didn't move from my place and she didn't ask me to go out either. She was facing away from me and took a long shirt from the wardrobe, and wore it over her towel. The shirt was longer than the towel and just ended above her knees. My heart was racing, knowing that she is stark naked on the other side.
Time literally froze, her wet hair, the towel, the way she dropped her towel. And wait, I didn't see her wear any underwear when she was changing. The thought that there is no bra or panties inside that dress she is wearing was provoking. The whole scene was etched in my mind and I wanted to relieve myself and went to the bathroom immediately and started to jerk off.
I can call that my lucky day, I found a set of her soiled panties and bra inside the bathroom. The devil in me didn't allow me to think rationally, it was all wrong in a thousand different ways. But I was not in a mood to think, I took her bra and smelled it and I took her panty and sucked the place where her pussy would have been the whole day yesterday.
I covered my penis with her bra and started to stroke vigorously. It was so exciting and the smell from her panties was so intoxicating that I cummed in no time. I made sure I didn't cum on her bra and I washed myself and came out. There she was lying in our bed on a video call with our grandparents.
"Come here," she called me, raising one of her arms and pulling me in.
That's when the guilt started to hit me. I shouldn't have looked at her that way and definitely shouldn't have masturbated thinking about her and shouldn't have used her underwear to cum. She on the other hand was so casual and was hugging me and kissing me to show my grandparents that we are together and are taking care of each other. Only if she knew what I did just moments back.
It was a few days later, whatever guilt I felt the other day was gone, I was horny again. As a guy in his 20's I think it's absolutely normal. So I waited for her to complete her bath and stole her bra and panty from the laundry bin. I went to the bathroom and started to jerk off. This day there was a small patch of something in her panty, that was dried. It would have been gross if I was not in that mood. I closed my eyes and imagined eating her pussy and sucked her panty.
I couldn't tell if it tasted good or bad, definitely not bad. I again cummed in a very short time. This started to happen often now, and the guilt that I was talking about earlier was gone. I didn't feel bad at all for doing all this. But, when you live in a small house with a girl, and if you are stealing her underwear for your nocturnal activities, you are bound to get caught one day.
And! It happened. Like any other day I used her underwear to satisfy myself and came out of the bathroom and she was standing there on the doorway to our laundry area. I felt like a rat caught in the headlight of a truck. She is definitely not the truck, but yeah, that was the feeling. I have no clue why she was there or how she caught me.
