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.
