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It was the summer of '99 that we noticed each other. Bhaiyya had built up his body by going to the gym with his college friends and he looked nice and muscular, not the skinny boy I knew from my childhood. His face had also hardened a bit due to the protein diet he was on and the little chubbiness that remains with all of us from childhood finally left his face. Now it was all sharp and handsome.
He also started noticing me I think. When I wore my tight yellow salwar kameez once, I could see his eyes on me, looking all over my body. He thought I couldn't see him but I saw from the corner of his eyes the way he looked at me and how his hand moved to his chest, to caress himself. I wondered if he was thinking he could touch my breasts.
Little incidents like that built up until I knew I had his attention on me. Lots of times I could feel him following me with his eyes when he thought no one was looking. He also started brushing against me when passing in the hallways or going up and down the steps in our large family house. As the summer passed, the heat in his eyes and behaviour also built up until I wondered if he would do anything about it.
Every night as I lay in my bed and touched myself naughtily, I pictured bhaiyya coming up to me and touching me. Really touching, not the little brushes he had given me till then, even though that one time he had actually taken hold of my ass cheek briefly before letting go.
Then the brushings kept getting more and more. He couldn't pass me without getting his body in contact with mine. Then slowly, his hands started wandering. Once when taking down the big pot in the kitchen, I had climbed up onto the little parapet and he held me around my waist to steady me. The pot was taking a long time coming loose from all the other things stored on the upper storage area, and I could feel his hands slowly moving on me. He first cupped my ass in both his hands and squeezed gently, then started moving towards the front. I took a longer time with my task as I wanted him to touch me more. He did, by reaching around to the front and putting his hand directly on my mound through my clothes. Behind me, he buried his face in my round ass.
If at that moment, auntie had not shouted for the pot, I don't know how else he would have touched me.
After that moment, we both knew what was going on. I knew bhaiyya was interested in me in that way and he knew that if he touched me, I wouldn't tell anyone. His touching kept getting bolder and bolder. He started grabbing my front while passing, or giving a light squeeze to my boob. Each time he gave me a small secret smile, like only we knew what was happening.
I liked what was happening, but I wanted more. I wanted to explore with bhaiyya. I was not so naïve about sex but there was so much I didn't know. I had seen naked cocks but I wanted to touch one, and really see it. I wanted to know how I would feel when he really touched me, not these little grabs and touches while passing. I wanted bhaiyya to do something and take us somewhere so that we could give in to our passion.
The day came when I was wandering around in the mango orchard behind our house. I was picking some ripe mangoes for the chutney that we would make the next day and so was in the trees, picking the ripe fruit and putting it in a basket. I was a very good climber, as I had climbed these very trees so many times from the time I was a little girl. I thought nothing of leaving my dupatta down on the ground and clambering through the branches in search of the fruit.
After a while, I became aware of bhaiyya watching me. I met his direct gaze through the cover of the mango leaves and knew he had been there for a while. I had been stretching and moving from branch to branch in my pursuit for the mangoes and knew I had given him good glimpses of every part of my body in my salwar kameez without the covering of my dupatta.
As he met my eyes, he raised one hand and motioned for me to come down from the tree.
I hurriedly slithered down and bent to pick up my dupatta. He was right behind me when I straightened up. He took my hand and started pulling me along behind him.
"Bhaiyya, where are you taking me?" I asked.
I was not alarmed, I only wanted to talk to him because he seemed a little tense.
"Shh. Just follow me," he said, not stopping or turning back.
I meekly followed him because I knew wherever he was taking me meant that we would be alone and he would finally touch me like I wanted.
He took me to the caretaker's little shack and we went inside. Bhaiyya turned and shut the door as soon as we were inside. He searched for a key to lock it but when he didn't find it, he just moved a chair under the door handle to keep someone from opening it. Then he turned to me and came towards me.
He took me in his arms and just hugged me for a minute. A strong hug, like when we were children, before my breasts had popped out and come between us. It felt good as my breasts pressed against his hard chest.
"Oof, bhaiyya, your chest is too hard," I muttered.
He laughed and asked, "Does it press you too much?"
I sighed against his chest, not letting go of him and replied, "No, it feels nice."
He responded by tightening his arms across my back, pressing my poor boobs even more into his rock hard chest and driving the air out of me.
I played with him, trying to snuggle up closer and pressing into him more.
Then his hands started moving on my back, wandering up and down, finding the clasp of my bra and snapping it against my back. He moved them lower, covering the top of my ass and then put both hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me against his loins.
"Babli, you have grown up to be so beautiful," he said against my hair.
I smiled. I loved the compliment and I knew I was exciting him by my beauty and also by my sexy ways. My full boobs had kept him interested for weeks now and I knew he had wanted to cup my round ass so many times since he had felt its softness by burying his face in it.
We finally moved away when he guided me away from him and made me move towards a table against a wall. There was no bed in this shack, just a table with a pot of water on it and a couple of chairs. It was clean enough, but the atmosphere was of a lazy summer afternoon under the shade, with only enough light coming in through the dusty window panes to make us see each other as lazy shadowy shapes. No one had thought to clean the windows as it was only a place the caretaker used occasionally at night if he felt like resting.
