Shahid was had nothing to do, and had all the time in the world to go wherever he wanted. His favorite place to go was to his uncle's house, to visit his aunt, uncle, and their daughter-in-law Jehan begum. They were his favorite relatives, and the one and only reason was Jehan begum.
Shahid was 6' tall, with dark hair that fell over dark eyes that sparkled with laughter as his sensual lips often broke into a warm smile. His body was exceptionally muscular, and his pants stretched tautly over his toned buttocks. He was extremely attractive.
Jehan begum, on the other hand, was not an extremely pretty woman. She had a petite frame, and was about 5'1". She was fair-skinned, and attractive as far as being an average Indian woman with medium jet-black hair, and piercing hazel eyes. When looking at Shahid her eyes seemed to give her the ability to look straight through his soul. To Shahid, the best part of her body was her amazing breasts, which were beautiful breasts for her age, a solid body that showed curves in all the right places, and an exceptionally shapely bottom. In fact there wasn't much about her body that Shahid didn't love.
Shahid felt that Jehan begum knew that he thought that she was really a sex goddess. He thought that it showed in the way she talked and walked. Shahid couldn't be sure but sometimes he thought that she was flirting with him. It was the way that she hugged him, holding on just that extra bit longer than one should, and the way her eyes looked at him. He felt that there was some attraction between the two of them.
It was all that and the special attention that she always gave him that Shahid fell in love with. Jehan begum had been the object of his fantasy ever since he had hit puberty, and now that Shahid was 18, she had ultimately become his obsession. Every woman and girl he dated he would compare to Jehan begum and every woman and girl came up lacking.
Shahid spent a lot of time with Jehan begum, thus they had grown fairly close over time. Their relationship had grown from one of merely cousins- in-law to almost best friends. She often asked him to do some domestic chores or work around the house. Many times, she had asked him to go across the street to buy some groceries or medicine for her. So many times she had asked him to go help her with some heavy lifting or other tasks that needed a young man's strength. She was always so grateful for that, and would show her appreciation by giving him great huge hugs, which allowed her supple breasts to crush against his chest. Shahid couldn't help having the kinds of deep sexual feelings he had for her. Maybe deep down inside he was in love with her. On the other hand, he also felt guilty about the feelings he had for her as it was slightly taboo to be infatuated with one's cousin, even if it was by marriage only.
Jehan begum was a TV addict, and many afternoons she spent her time before the TV set. Her husband was a serious and religious type, who looked old enough to be her father. About their conjugal relations, Shahid, of course, knew nothing, but judging from body language he should say it was very minimal. To see the couple, one could easily say that his cousin didn't look like he could keep a woman like Jehan begum happy in bed. Despite their lack of intimacy, her husband had polite, courtly manners, and he had always kept his family quite comfortable, in an upper middle-class way. His hard work made him a very busy man and had little time for Jehan begum. It had always seemed that something was missing in her life, but of course, she would never disclose that to Shahid.
Jehan begum had had a baby only a few months ago. Once, when Shahid was there, Jehan begum's little baby started crying. She revealed her breast to feed the baby. She didn't bother hiding it in his presence.
That first time Shahid saw her naked breast was too exciting for an eighteen-years-old guy. Shahid eyes locked on it. Her breasts were even whiter than her body, and there were large pink protrusions in the middle of the lovely breast. Areola rings surrounded the nipple, the size of a large coin, dark pink in color. Shahid breathing became instantly heavy. He could sense his body reacting to what he was watching. He didn't want the kid to finish feeding. He was trying to steal glances at the magnificent breast of his dream woman. He finally raised his eyes from her naked breasts, and she suddenly looked directyl in his eyes, as if she knew his eyes were on her breasts the whole time. Shahid's face started to burn as he looked to see what her reaction would be, if any. She was expressionless for a moment, and then a small smile crossed her lips. It was as though she knew what Shahid was thinking. Seeing her breast aroused him in a way he had never felt before. She looked at him and smiled at him so sweetly. And the way she looked at him made it even worse. For some reason he was embarrassed at being caught checking her out. They stared at each other for a long second and then she hid her breasts from him, and he felt embarrassed coming to know that she had noticed him staring her breasts, and he immediately turned beat red. Subconsciously though, he had to admit that he was secretly pleased that she had noticed him looking.
He had an urge to touch Jehan begum's breast. He had an urge to massage her breasts, to feel her breasts, and to suck her breasts like her kid was sucking. But how could I? Jehan begum Bhabi was known to be a very reserved person. She was widely respected amongst their entire family, and other relatives, and even ladies in their neighborhood.
After that, she was his fantasy at night as he masturbated thinking of her creamy breasts, and her lips as she had smiled at him when she caught him looking at her. Though Shahid had often fantasized about having sex with Jehan begum, every woman on Earth seemed like a goddess because his hormones were going crazy at that age. His cock was always hard and all he could think of was sex.
One day, Shahid went to visit his family, he found that none of them was there except Jehan begum. She had worn a blue shilwar and qameez, which showed off her breasts very well. A shilwar is a pair of loose baggy trousers, very loose at the top, but narrower by the ankles, with no fly in front and a string in the waistband to hold them up, tied at the front like a shoelace. A qameez is a traditional knee-length loose shirt, worn both by men and women usually with a shilwar or shalwar. Women's qameez have no collar or cuffs but usually cover themselves with a dupata, a piece of clothing worn with a qameez, undoubtedly the most preferred Indian garment that women wear almost everywhere, and the dupata is suppose to cover their breasts and head to protect it from prying eyes. Jehan begum's loose hair was flowing over her back, looking like shiny black waves.
Jehan begum greeted him and gave him a hug and it seemed that she held on a little longer than a normal hug would. Her full breasts were pressed into his chest, giving him further ammunition for his late night jack off session. Shahid had a great fantasy all ready for his use, having had her on his mind all the time.
She asked him to sit and said, "Now let me get you some tea."
She came back and sat close enough to him, placing their beverages on the small table before them and proceeded to pour the tea into twocups and handed one to him to sip, as they carried on their conversation. Shahid shifted his bottom on the cushion and discreetly reached between his legs pulled to adjust his cock into a more comfortable position. Jehan begum looked at him and then lowered her eyes.
Shahid felt a hard on coming on, so he shifted his position to conceal the impending bulge that might form in front of his pants. After the usual conversation was over, she caught a glimpse of the tent under his shilwar and gave him a naughty smile. So he crossed his legs to conceal his raging hard on.
Shahid was a surprised at her smile and thought, with a slight smile of his own, "I never thought she would be like this."
Then she spoke, pulling him from his thoughts. "Shahid, I heard from someone that you are good with electronics, andI have a problem with the TV in my bedroom."
"Can I take a look at it, maybe I can fix It." he told her.
She stood up and went to lock the main door. After locking the door of the house, she guided him to her bedroom. She was walking before him towards the bedroom, moving her ass in a way that seemed an extra bit more than usual.
Jehan begum sat by the TV and turned it on, and then Shahid went around her and positioned himself at her back looking over her. By now his hard on had subsided due to the embarrassment of being seen by Jehan begum. As she was explaining her problem her elbow would inadvertently brush against his groin, slowly reviving his hard on, but to his surprise there was no reaction coming from her. So feeling confidant enough he pushed his growing cock closer towards Jehan begum's elbow. She still gave no reaction from her and it almost seemed that her elbow lingered for a while in its position, touching his cock through his pants. This went on for a few minutes, and then Jehan begum asked him to sit next to her.
She sat close to him, her arm touching his. The sensations that ran through his body titillated and electrified him while he was tuning the TV and Jehan begum was talking with him. At that point he was pretty turned on and it was difficult to concentrate on the job while sitting that close to her.
Then he asked her "Jehan begum you don't care for your health, and you seem to be losing a lot of weight"
"You're right," she replied, slightly pleased that he had noticed. "After the baby, I have been exercising often."
He didn't know what gave him the courage to ask, but before he could stop himself, he asked "Jehan begum, can I touch your pretty belly?"
Drawing in a breath, she gave a slight nod.
Shahid put his hand on her belly and felt her belly from above her qameez. As soon as he touched her with his palm, his cock sprang to life. Jehan begum was smiling softly all the while. Encouraged, he palmed her tummy and moved his hand up, just touching her breasts. She let out a soft moan.
Jehan begum then smiled and said, "That's all you wanted to touch?"
