My Life as a Dog to My Cousin

I acted normal, as if I never felt any romantic or sexual feelings towards her when I was in her presence. But I continued my newly found hobby of stealing her used panties whenever I get an opportunity, especially those fresh wet ones that I collect just as Poornima returns home. But sometimes I notice her being suspicious about her undies missing, so I reduced my frequency.

By this time, she was preparing for her competitive exams and had appeared for them with good hopes. She was only a couple of years older than me, so I was the next one who had to face them all but, academic wise I am far backward. I have no hopes in competitive exams and so I am not even bothered about them.

One fine evening, while I was alone at home, as usual I was watching porn. I was horny all the time and I consumed a huge load of porn. There are days at which I have watched porn for more than 10 hours and that too consistently especially during holidays. I have tried to stop this addiction multiple times, but whenever I try to quit or even control it, my addiction and fetishes only multiply. Whenever I relapse, I come back to watch more and more exotic porns, sometimes even trans porn.

By this time I had a good collection of my Didi's panties. I cum on them and then I clean them up and put them back into my collection. That evening I was wearing one of her panties from my collection as I was watching porn and rubbing my tiny dick. After watching porn for a long time in my bed I went to the toilet to Jack off as it was easy to clean. My bedroom door was closed and I was alone in the house, so I didn't have to lock the bathroom doors. I sat on top of the toilet and started to get orgasms while her undies are now stuffed inside my mouth.

I was on the verge of cumming. I bit her panties in my mouth hard as I was about to come. Suddenly Poornima appeared on the doorsteps of my bathroom while I was naked, with one hand holding my phone which played porn without any headphones and the other hand on my dick plus my mouth stuffed with her missing panties that she had been searching for. As an icing on top of the cake, she found my exotic collection of her panties and was holding them in her hands as she was standing at the doorstep of the bathroom.

She went really crazy seeing this. She furiously launched towards me and landed brutal punches to my face and was swearing a lot. As she used to take karate lessons, her punches hit my face really hard and I was knocked to the floor of the toilet. She was screaming and shouting at me like crazy. When I fell down, she repeatedly kicked on my belly and face. She took my photos in this condition. She took pictures of me jacking off to porn on my phone, with her panties on my mouth and my collection of her used panties that I stole from her, probably to expose me with evidence. She warned me to never visit her house again and to stay away from her.

I got so freaked out and scared like shit. I didn't know what to do other than to beg her for an apology. I kept saying sorry again and again but it all went vain. I kept sobbing on the bathroom floor, not knowing what to do. I got so scared and tense that I kept sitting on the bathroom floor for a long time. Later I got up and cleaned myself up and got dressed. I couldn't take a bath as I was so freaking tense and was in the blue.

I refused to eat or drink anything that day and I slept a lot due to the immense tension. I once tried calling her, she picked up the phone and shouted madly and said if I ever attempt to contact her again, she would expose my photos. I felt completely devastated. I took the panties that I stole from her and sealed them inside a cardboard box so that later I could destroy them.

I didn't ever dared to look into her eyes on the following days. This tension went on for days and I dwellend into depression. Nobody in my family ever bothered about me, not even my parents. It was only my Poornima Didi whom I had to rely upon for literally anything. She was the only woman, in my entire life, that I had any emotional connection with. And as I was going through my teenage years, my libido fouled me badly.

After a week went by I received a short call from her saying that she needed to speak with me and asked me if I was alone in my house. When I said 'yes', she said she is coming to my house. My heart was ready to jump out of my ribs.

Within five minutes she arrived. She was here to get an explanation. I had nothing to say other than to beggingly apologise to her. She was so naive. She got angry and gave a nice tight slap across my face. I almost got knocked out. She didn't stop, she grabbed my hair and started to bitch slap me. She kept trashing me until she got exhausted and stopped only so that she could regain her energy. She kept shouting and screaming at me. I vulnerable received all her trash like a rag doll and beggingly kept saying sorry to her.

Finally she said, she is deciding to be kind enough to forgive me but under certain conditions. I said I am really sorry and would do anything that she says.

Thank You readers for patiently reading till here. This is the end of part 2 and from now on the real story of Arjun's torment begins. This is your favourite writer, Rohit, signing off. Please write down your feedback. As a new writer, I know I need to improve a lot, so please give me your suggestions. Stay tuned for part 3.