Hello all, this story is about how I started to develop sexual feelings for my cousin sister, who is 6 years younger to me, and how we found expression to it.
I'm basically from Chennai. My cousin and her family live in Bangalore. Since childhood, we used to visit each other's house periodically. We grew up that way.
Fast forward, I was doing my Mtech 2nd year in Thanjavur. I had to go to Bangalore then. It was a long while since I had gone to Bangalore, and also years of gap of seeing my cousin sister.
I had reached my aunt's home in the morning. My cousin had left to college (she was in her 1st year then) before I arrived. I was waiting to see her. She came home around evening. She was in her casual outfit, and she was sweating.
This was when I started to develop a different feeling for her. She had reached 18 by then, and I was 24. My perception changed. The innate affection as for a sister, was of course there. But my hormones were slightly hi-jacking the purity of our affection.
She had become a beautiful girl, with inquisitive eyes, a charming smile, long neck, fairly big breasts, and fleshy hips.
Though these were all under the observations of my senses. they didn't trigger any lustful feelings for her then. We were having a good time. We cracked jokes, went out for dinner, etc.
She has a good sense of humor, and I love that. I love her a lot. Perhaps the love was too much to be accommodated in my heart, that it required a bigger expression.
I returned to college then. I shared with my friends about how smart my cousin sister was, the good time we had, etc.
I completed my Mtech and returned to Chennai. Coincidentally, my first job was posted in Bangalore. I was working for like 6 months, but then I left my job due to some reasons.
During my tenure in Bangalore I used to visit, and sometimes stay at my aunt's house. My cousin used to engage me with so much of love every time. She loves me a lot. Whenever I had to return to my PG, the sadness in her eyes were evident.
After I left my job I was staying in my aunt's house for like 1-2 months. This was when my hormones, and hers too, overtook our pure feeling towards each other.
Every day she would come to my room in the morning, to wake me up. She would pull my hand, tickle me, etc. I used to enjoy that. Even if I woke up, I would act asleep. Throughout the day she would stick to me. We chat about cinema, her college stuffs, and sometimes she would want me to teach her some academic stuffs.