Cousins 15

Declaration: All participants in sexual activity in this story were above the age of eighteen at the time of engaging in sexual activities.

Cousins

It all started when all of us twelve cousins got together after a long gap, twelve years ago. The occasion was the wedding of our youngest aunt, who was finally getting married to her beau of six years. Simran and I were the oldest of us twelve at nineteen, and our aunt who was getting married was eight years older than us. Our moms were sisters, and the aunt getting married was our moms' youngest sister.

Simran and I were meeting after six years, we had last met when we were thirteen. After that, we had never met up together - exams, schools, and later my career kept us apart. I had applied for and joined the National Defence Academy at age sixteen, and I was in my final term at the Air Force wing of the Academy. Once we join the Academy, furloughs home are few and far between until we graduate. Since this was a special occasion, I managed to wangle a week away.

Simran was completing her 12

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grade (equal to A levels in UK) from the Indian State of Tamil Nadu - she had appeared for her qualifying examination and was awaiting her final result. She was sure of clearing the certification with spectacular results, enough to get her into medical school with a scholarship. She had already applied to her favoured medical school, pending the results of her qualifying examination.

All our other cousins were younger; the next two in line being sixteen, two others fourteen, and the rest even younger, the youngest being ten years old. Simran and I were supposed to be role models for the rest of the brats. This includes her brother and my sister. While it was a bother to be on our best exemplary behaviour, both of us managed. She kept the five girl cousins younger than us in line and I did the same with the boys. Being a strapping sub-adult with a military background, and a budding fighter pilot for the Indian Air Force to boot, it was easy to do so. A word from me usually was enough to keep the peace.

As is usual at weddings in large families (mom was the eldest of eight siblings - five women and three men), a large house with a large kitchen and many rooms was hired temporarily, and my grandparents, relatives from across the country, all my aunts and uncles with their spouses and us cousins were allocated rooms for each married couple. The kids ten and younger stayed with their parents, and those older were separated by gender into two of the larger rooms. Simran ruled the girls, I led the boys. "Ruled" was the appropriate way to describe Simran's handling - her word was law and any infractions were dealt with swiftly and sometimes harshly. I was more lenient with the boys - having already earned their respect, it was more of leadership role.

While the adults got on with the numerous ceremonies (anyone with a basic knowledge of Indian weddings will know how exhaustive they can be for everyone involved), us teens and below were more or less free to explore the city. The wedding was taking place at Mysore, an ancient city in Southern India with a history of thousands of years, so there were several points of interest. There were several royal palaces (one was the grand palace, another was converted into a five star hotel, another was an art gallery with several valued paintings and ancient artifacts, and so on). There was a zoo with exotic fauna from across the world, there were several historic buildings and ruins, and there were at least five primordial forests (now turned into wildlife sanctuaries) with wild tigers, leopards, elephants, bison, deer, wild boar and more. Being of an adventurous bent of mind and Mysore being my home town, I had already been to all of them. My grandparents had a large house in Bangalore, where they were based, and the bridegroom was from Mysore. Hence all ceremonies and festivities were to be conducted here. Movie theaters exhibited several flicks (not of interest to me, but some of the "kids" had their wishlists). I was given a small hatchback car with fuel paid for from the wedding exchequer, and I happily ferried the kids around.

For the purposes of relating this story, I'm going to exclude the non-necessary "adult" events and ceremonies and stick to events that affected us cousins and kids. Though this happened years ago. I remember every detail, every odor, every feel like it was yesterday.

The first day was mainly setting up "camp", as I thought of it, and getting together again. All of us, adults and kids alike, slept late, catching up with each other. It must have been two a.m. by the time everyone was asleep, and I surreptitiously snuck out onto the streets for a cigarette. I had started smoking a few weeks ago, courtesy of life at the Academy, and once I had snuck out a couple streets away, I stood under a tree and lit my cigarette. I smoked deeply, the nicotine relaxing me after the long, tiring day. Once I finished, I ground out the butt, sprayed a gentle perfume and stuck a mint in my mouth. I walked back, entered the house and was on my way to the boys' room to sleep when Simran met me in the corridor, she was on her way to the girls' room next door from the toilet.

She accosted me, asked me where I had been. She must have smelt the traces of tobacco on my clothes, for she asked me when had I started to smoke. I made a guilty face, a finger on my lips and asked her to keep the secret. I didn't want anyone to know yet. She came closer to my chest and sniffed deeper. "Classic?", she asked, naming a well-known Indian brand.

Me: "How do you know, cousin?"

Simran: "You aren't the only one who has secrets, buddy", she replied, grinning.

Me: "Really? That's nice to know. I'm willing to share more of my secrets in return for yours. One of my secrets for one of yours in return. Why did you need the toilet at this time of the night?"

Simran: "Ah, Sunain (another cousin, aged twelve) needed help changing her sanitary pad, so I helped her and put her back to sleep. I had just finished washing my hands and was on my way back to bed. Where did you go to smoke? I need one too, badly. Can you take me out with you?"

One of my turn-ons was women smoking. I was wearing loose pajama bottoms and a tee, no underwear, so I had to be careful to keep my instantly growing erection hidden. She had worn loose 'harem pants' and a tee, so we quietly slipped out, back to the tree a couple of streets away where I had my cigarette earlier. Luckily, there were no dogs at any of the houses on the road or on the streets, so we could move without disturbing any.

Since she hadn't brought her cigarettes, I offered her one of mine and she took it willingly. I lit her cigarette and mine. By now I was hard, very hard. I had quickly trapped my erection under the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms to avoid them tenting while on the way. We stood in the dark, smoking. She held the cigarette in the classic way, between forefinger and middle finger. She would inhale deep, like I did, and exhale after holding the smoke in her lungs for a couple seconds in a perfect cone. Her lips would frame the smoke exhaled erotically. Her breasts (I had no experience, but I thought they were a nice B cup - I confirmed this later) would rise with every inhale. My eyes devoured every detail of her smoking, committing them to memory for later recall.

"So, buddy, when did you start smoking?", she asked.

"A few weeks ago. Being at the Academy has a price", I replied. "What about you, when did you start? And what's your brand?"

Simran: "Coaching class - the intense study sessions would create a lot of tension, and one of the other girls shared this as a way of relaxing after a long day. I prefer the same, Classic Milds, though when money is scarce I even use cheaper stuff. I'm still limited to the allowance from my parents, you see. The girl who taught me, she was older and had a boyfriend who seduced her into smoking."

Me: "Nice, you do it well. Are you seeing anyone? And before you ask, no I'm not. There are a few friendly girls on campus, daughters and cadets, but none who I'm into. But they're just friends, nothing more," I responded.

Simran: "I did have a boyfriend for some months, but he had wandering hands and I wasn't ready for them. We broke up quickly after he realized he wouldn't get any further than kissing with me."

Me: "Hmm. So a virgin, eh? Me too. How far have you gone with a boy or a girl?", I asked.

Simran: "This guy I mentioned was the only boy I kissed. With girls, a little bit of upper body play like touching, feeling, pinching - that's all."

Me: "I haven't even kissed a girl yet, except platonic kisses on the cheek. Like I would do to you when we were younger. Why haven't you gone further with boys or girls? And do you prefer girls only?", I asked.

Simran: "Nope, you could call me bi-curious, but I do like the men. I don't feel any attraction to girls, though I didn't mind the teasing we got up to. You?"

Me: "All girls for me, cousin. But you didn't tell me why you haven't crossed any bases", I reminded her.

Simran: "Not much time, buddy. Been studying hard to achieve that scholarship to medical school. Though I do use my fingers to get the edge off when it gets in the way. Your turn."

Me: "Only boys in my batch at the Academy, though the first batch of girl cadets joined this year - they're much younger, and they try too hard to match the guys. And I wouldn't dare to look at the daughters of the officers until I graduate, because their parents could literally slice my career if I rubbed their girls wrong. But Mrs. Rosy Palm and her five daughters do cause some horribly stained handkerchiefs that I ensure to wash by myself", I respond.

Our cigarettes finished, we'd been walking back while whispering. We get back in without being seen. I give her a mint and she washed her hands to get rid of the stink once we're back. I rush to the bathroom as soon as she enters the girls' room. I relive Simran's exhales in my mind as I shoot a copious load into the toilet bowl and flush it.

The next day, we are given some errands, between them and shepherding the kids we are both kept busy. More guests arrived, resulting in the girls' room being filled beyond capacity. Mattresses are spread on the floor, and the girls were a maze of hands and legs as they sleep that night. This being the first day with tasks and ceremonies, everyone was tired after dinner, lights switched off before midnight.

Simran and I met up once again for our secret sin at one a.m., and we both achieve a silent exit and walk to the tree. This time, I've worn briefs to keep my cock under control. As soon as she lights up, my erection is back, strong and unyielding. She's brought her own cigarettes tonight, and her own lighter. We finish quickly, some small talk about the wedding passing between us. She mentions how crowded the girls' room is. Though a couple more boys joined us today, we still have enough space for individual beds placed very close together. I offer to share my bed with her, if she needs it. She grins. "Nice try, bro. But no thanks."

Once we are back, we wash hands and head to our respective rooms. I'm asleep quickly, tiredness winning over wakefulness and a hard dick. A short time later, a pair of feminine hands pushes me to the edge of my bed, and I feel someone slide under my sheet. I turn, it's Simran. I look at her, and she holds a finger to her lips. "Absolutely no space back there," she explains. "I'll wake up early and be gone before the others wake at six."

I'd stationed my bed just inside the door to to our room, since I would be the first to wake up, thanks to the routine at the Academy. So yes, I think we can get away with her sharing my bed. She's changed into a night dress, and I've removed my briefs. The bed is just wide enough to accommodate the two of us on our backs, so we turn to our sides. She faces away from me, facing the door and I spoon her after shutting the door to ensure that no one passing by in the night would see Simran in the boys' room. While spooning her, I ensured that my erection is away from her backside. I was sure it'd subside soon.

Sleep evades me now. Obviously. There's a mature, smoking hot girl (pun intended) lying next to me. As cousins, we've been close, both first-borns, so it was easy to bond quickly despite our different genders when we were younger. We still have that strong bond. The lack of her soft snores is a tell-tale sign that she isn't asleep too. I'm sure she can hear my heart, it is beating so loudly in my chest. I'm tempted to touch her, hold her, but do I dare?

Ten minutes later, we're still like that sleeping on our sides, she facing the shut door. I gather all my guts, lift my arm and put it around her waist from behind. No response. Then, a few seconds later, she lifts her arm to make space for mine, and then bringing it down, rests her arm on mine. Phew! Now, my erection is back in full force, and I'm careful not to move my lower body closer to her. I shuffle my upper body to hug her from behind. She moves my palm so that it is face down on the pillow under her cheek. My nose is in her hair, her shampoo smells nice. I guess she uses Palmolive anti-dandruff shampoo on her hair like me, from the fragrance. Her soft breath tickles the body hair on the back of my palm, her soft cheek pressed on it. I build up the courage to insert my other under her neck, so that I can get closer to her. My tee-shirt clad chest is now flush against her night-dress enclosed back. I can't feel any fasteners on the back, so they must be in front. We stay like this for a few minutes.

I work up the courage, because she can be quite rude when she wants to be. I lift my head slightly to whisper into her ear - "Simran, turn this side, please. I want to kiss you." There was no response for a couple of seconds, and then she turned on her back, eyes closed, acceding! In the dim light flooding in from the windows, I could make out the closed eyes, the full lips, the rise and fall of her breasts and chest as she breathed.

Right. So here is a girl who's ready for me to kiss her. How do I start? What do I do so that I don't make a blunder and she pushes me off? I adjust my arm from under her head so I can rise up further, and bend down over her. I can hear her soft breathing now. The soft wisps of her breath tickle my moustache (Yes, most pilots wear moustaches). I bend down slowly, not wishing to go too fast and blow this opportunity. My lips touch hers, there is no response. Has she turned on her back in her sleep? Is she aware of what I am doing to her? Unaware of how to read the situation, I stay still. I have placed my lips on my cousin's lips. It is not platonic. But I do not want to steal a kiss from her when she's asleep, unable to accept. In a quandary, I stay still.

Her left hand moves to the back of my head, she presses my face down to hers, crushing her lips. They open, her tongue licks my closed lips, seeking entrance. I respond involuntarily, my lips opening on their own and allowing her tongue access to mine. I follow her lead, and learning quickly. We kiss for a couple minutes, my right arm around her torso quickly moves up to cup her face as the kiss deepens. Tongues, saliva are everywhere. Lips are not far behind. On a hunch, I gently nibble on her lower lip. Her sharp intake of breath tells me I've done something nice. Keeping one hand in my hair, she uses her other hand to move my raight hand from cupping her face to her left breast. It was my first time touching a breast, even over clothing.

As I continued to kiss her, my hand on her breast was busy caressing and fondling it. It was soft, yet firm, and I could feel her nipple taut. She hadn't worn a bra, obviously. My fingers closed around her nipple over her clothing, gently pinching it. Her breast fit in my hand, it wasn't too large. We had to break from our kiss for air. I moved my head back slightly, gasping as both our lungs sucked in air. My hand was still on her breast, but she moved it away and unbuttoned her night dress from the front. The opening came down to just below her sternum, she unbuttoned it fully. I watched her intently, her eyes still closed.I could see her chest between her breasts through the unfastened opening. Her left hand took my right hand and placed it on her chest through the opening of her night dress. Taking the invitation, I moved my hand to cup the bottom of her left beast, skin-on-skin. My heart beating faster, I squeezed, caressed and fondled her breast. She pushed the light sheet covering us to our waists, giving us space to make out. "Simran!" I hissed, soft enough for only her to hear.

Her breathing quickened. I used my hand to slip her dress over her shoulder, exposing her breast fully to the air. I went back to fondling her exposed breast. She used her hand to push my head to her breast. I stuck my tongue out to taste the flesh of her breast, licking it all over but avoiding her nipple. I moved my hand lower to pull her dress up, she lifted her butt to help me. I brought her dress up so the hem was just above her navel. She had worn thin cotton panties. As I licked and sucked her breast flesh, she let out a soft moan. "Aahh! That feels good," she whispered. She brought her hand back up to cup her breast, and holding the hair on the back of my head, she guided my lips to her nipple. I used my tongue to flick her taut nipple a few times before she pressed my head from the back. Licking her nipple first, I took it into my mouth. I moved my tongue all over the nipple. Her puckered nipple and areola tasted slightly different from her surrounding breast flesh. I began sucking on her nipple, like I was feeding from her. She let out a groan, and promptly covered her mouth, moving her hand from behind my head to stifle her sounds. Her left hand continued to lift and offer her breast for me to suck on.

My right hand on her navel began to caress the firm flesh there. She was ticklish around her navel, flinching each time I touched it. Becoming bolder, I moved my hand from her navel to her lower abdomen, just above the waistline of her knickers. She didn't stop me, so I continued down over her panties to touch her sex. My penis was hard, almost painfully hard, and I moved my waist to press my entire crotch into the side of her right thigh. Her hips bucked upwards, pushing her pussy into my hand. I cupped her pussy, squeezing it gently as I continued to suck her breast. I used my teeth to gently nip her nipple and she flinched again. My hand began to feel her pussy over her panties, and I found her slit. I used my middle finger to trace her slit from its beginning below her abdomen till it disappeared into her arse cheeks. Her pussy was warm, you could almost say hot, and her panties were beginning to dampen. She moved her left hand from her breast, and pulled my head back up, and we began kissing again as I played with her pussy. Her right hand groped its way to my groin, grasping my erect penis over the pajama bottoms. Her hand slipped up to my waistband and slipped inside, finding my briefs. She impatiently moved her hand back up and slipped it inside my briefs, threading its way through my pubic hair to grasp my penis directly. She squeezed my penis tight. we were still kissing, any sounds she may have made absorbed in our joined lips

Learning from her boundaries, I slipped my right hand into her panties, feeling her mound. Moved down through her sparse pubic hair and cupped her pussy again, this time with nothing between my hand and her flesh. Her left hand joined my right at her pussy, and using her fingers she guided me on how to touch her. Her lower pussy lips were bare and smooth. It was my first time touching a pussy, and I explored using my fingertips. From her perineum, I moved upwards, passing through the indentation that I assumed was the entrance to her vagina. Her wet folds eased my journey upwards, and as I reached her clit, a sharp intake of breath from her told me I need to slow down. I moved my finger lower down again, gathered some more moisture and lube from her own fluids and moved back again, this time gently exploring her anatomy. The blunt arrow of her hood was sticking out of her lips, and I moved on either side of it. Feeling restricted by her panties, I pulled down on either side, her hips rose again to facilitate moving her panties down. She tried to spread her legs, but this time, she was restricted by her panties. Making a frustrated noise, she pulled them lower and removed one leg from her panties, leaving them hanging on her ankle. The sheet covering us was now around our lower calves.