None of the characters in this story are below the age of 18. If you are then stop reading right now.
I (Rahul), lived in a metropolis; Lucknow to be exact. My father is a businessman in the House Renting sector. My mother is a housewife. We live in a flat. Surprisingly when my dad bought it my 'Tauji' or paternal uncle was also planning to buy a flat in the same building. So they did. We took one on the 8th floor and they on the 5th. My tauji had two daughters. So living in the same building meant we met a lot. Meeting every festival was compulsory and even enjoyed gossiping during holidays as well. But we did have privacy as well and we respected each other's private space also.
I never had any sexual feelings towards my two elder first-cousin sisters. Because before we started staying here we hardly met. The last time I met them I was still a toddler. Now that I had grown up I started to generate feelings for Supriya, the younger of my two cousins. But I didn't take any action as it was just impossible to bloom into anything. So I just curbed all my feelings aside and lived my normal life.
A sudden change would alter our lives immediately. Due to COVID the government imposed nationwide lockdown. My parents were attending a marriage ceremony with my tauji and his family also present. I meanwhile was returning home for Holi breaks. When I reached home I asked my neighbour for the keys as my parents had handed those over to them before leaving. That night I slept alone. The next day my parents called me and said that as they won't be home I should celebrate Holi with my sister Supriya. 'Mom c'mon. I'm fine, I don't need to celebrate, I'll manage', I said but she said that she wasn't speaking about my convenience but about my sister's. 'She is alone. Go atleast spend some time with her so that she doesn't feel lonely.'
I knew that my rebellion would never succeed so under pressure I acceded.
The next morning I changed into my fresh Holi Kurta-Pyjama. I had planned that I'll just spend a few minutes and as it'll get awkward I'll leave.
So I went and knocked on the door. I was blown away when I saw her. I had seen her for a while but today she really got me. She was wearing bright red kurti. Supriya wasn't very fair just a 'Dairy Milk' tinge to her skin which glowed, literally. There was a shine in her skin, she always looked happy and beautiful. She was half a year older than me so yes I was the younger brother but I always thought myself to be older when I was infront of her. I felt more mature. Perhaps because she was quite girly and always had a happy face.
'Hey. I was waiting for you to come. Come in!' She said and opened the door. I went in without saying anything. I for the first time fell for her beauty and when she escorted me to the sofa I saw that her hair had been neatly parted and tied into a bun behind. The partition looked so clean that her mang was clearly visible. I thought of putting sindoor in it and tying a mangalsutra around her neck but these were all rubbish dreams.
'Sit and I'll bring the thaali for the puja', she smiled and left, disappearing into another room. I looked around and my mind straight away went to her figure. She was just as tall as him, around 5'9. She was tall for an Indian woman but she reached only upto my eyebrows. I am quite tall. She wasn't very thick anywhere, like any other teenager, average sized breasts but her booty was quite ample enough to grab in my hands. The main give away for any man would be her face, it was gorgeous... She returned with the puja thaali and started to do the aarti.
We both smiled when we looked at each other. When it was done she brought me a chocolate and some sweets. We sat down and started eating the sweets. She broke the silence, 'So when did you return Rahul?'
