This story is set in a backward (rather feudal) rural area, Raopur India (roughly 1990s). There is a good amount of armpit/sweat content in this story.
I was 9 when my dad took me away from Raopur, against my wishes, to handle the family business in the city. We were the richest family in the village, with a huge mansion and farm lands that stretched far and wide bordering the forest on 3 ends and a servants' quarter a little further from the mansion. It was my Dad(Chandran), his elder brother(Surya) and his daughter(my cousin, Rani, 8 years old back then) and me(Raj). Both our mothers had died due to complications during birth. We were too young to know much about it when it happened.
My uncle blamed Rani for her mother's death and had shunned her since then, he didn't marry again because he loved his wife way too much. Rani and mine responsibilities were taken over by my dad. With a huge inheritance, I wasn't pressured to study, while Rani didn't leave the house at all. I was the only one she hung out the most.
The day I left for the city, she and I cried for hours. We didn't know when we'll be together again. Uncle hired the only female farm laborer, Shanti, full time to take care of her.
Chapter 1
I was now well settled into the city by now. At 17 I was done with my education and my father was satisfied with his work in the city. One day he decided to return to Raopur to retire. I had no choice but to return to the family farm to take over the business. I was reluctant, but the money and thought of meeting Rani again was lucrative enough. Dad asked me to go first and make arrangements for him, while he settled all his business in the city for a month or so. I hesitantly reached Raopur the next morning. Uncle had been informed of my arrival and a large assortment of carts had come to pick me up at the bus stop. An hour later I was greeted by my now aged uncle at the mansion entrance, with a tight embrace. My eyes were lurking around looking for Rani, she was nowhere to be seen. Nothing much had changed here. Everything looked the same, even the farm laborers were the same, just older.
"Where's Rani?" I was eager to meet her. "Haven't seen her in years.".
"Let's first get you settled in. Shanti carries all of Raj's luggage to his room." Evading my question, uncle directed me to freshen up. Meanwhile, Shanti carried my stuff to my old room. Shanti was the only one allowed to enter the house, for the safety and care of Rani. As uncle left for the dining room I asked Shanti Mausi, "Where's Rani? Is she here?".
"She's upstairs in the corner room. But sahib, please eat with bade sahib first.", she answered all jittery. Her fear baffled me, it was a simple question.
"Okay, I will." I cleaned up and dined with my uncle. We discussed my city activities. Most of the conversation was him criticizing city culture. I was half listening as my eyes kept looking upstairs to see a glimpse of Rani. As soon as we were done with the meal, I excused myself and ran upstairs.
The corner room upstairs was the biggest one on the first floor and received plenty of natural light, but was so far away from any room downstairs that sound could barely get to any other rooms on the ground floor. It had its own attached bathroom and a balcony.
When I reached the room entrance it was open and there were diyas everywhere along the walls of the room. Rani stood there with an Aarti Thali completely covered. She was wearing a red ghagra below and I couldn’t see anything other than that except for her fingers pulling her chunnar(veil) almost down to her knees and her other hand holding the thali. The ghagra was so thick, I couldn’t even see her feet underneath them. She did my aarti and touched my feet since she was a year younger to me. I stood there astonished, seeing all of this unfold.
“Arey Arey! Why are you touching my feet Rani? What has gotten into you?” All I was seeing was an opaque chunnar(veil), covering her entirely, practically down till her knees. “Why are you dressed like this?”
“Did I do something wrong, bade bhaiya. Please forgive me. I beg you to forgive me.”, she was shaking immensely while saying this.
“Rani, it’s me, Raj. your brother. We used to play with each other. You used to call me motu. Stop this formality and let me see your face. What the hell are you wearing? Lift this chunnar right now.” I went close to her, took the thali from her hands and put it aside. I was eager to lift the veil yet did it slowly, as I wanted to savor the moment.
As I raised it, first I uncovered her midriff. She was wearing a blouse that kept her midriff exposed and I thanked all the holiness in the world for showing me the smallest cutest belly button on a “patli kamar”(thin waist) shaped like the narrow part of an hourglass. She was trembling, wearing a kamarbandh around her tiny little waist. As I kept on raising the veil, my heart was racing, I saw a red blouse that covered petite breasts, with no bra underneath because no one in Raopur even knew about them as evident by the swaying breasts on every woman I say on the way to the mansion. The blouse was short sleeved, which made her hands pretty much the only thing I could see. They were slender and had small hairs, which wasn’t uncommon around there.
As her face was uncovered I felt my eyes widen and my heart skipping a few beats, more than I was comfortable with. Her lips were supple and naturally pinkest I had ever seen. Her nose was tiny, like a cute cartoon character. She had doe eyes, wide enough for me to drown in them but had the innocence like no other. There was some fear in there, almost watery yet full of hope and expectations. Her eyes were saying somethings, I just wasn’t able to understand, like she was for something for a long time and it was probably me. Too much time had passed before I swallowed what saliva I had to open up my throat and realize that she was my cousin.
“Hi! You’ve grown up and look so beautiful. Why are your eyes watery? Did you miss me? How have yo..”, she hugged me crying mid sentence. Her veil dropped completely to the ground. It felt like her fear was gone and all the love she had contained was oozing out of her entire body. She pressed up against me so tightly, that I could feel her crotch on mine. When I wrapped my hand around her I felt her bare back as she was wearing a backless blouse. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop myself from getting a boner. She still didn’t let go. Her chest was pressed up against mine. The must not have been thin because I could feel her nipple bumps on me. The hug went on for too long and the entire time her crotch was rubbing against my now hard dick. I started patting her back, “I am here, okay! and I am not going anywhere. Shhh..” I whispered in her cute ears. My hand started feeling her back, given the freedom I had at that moment. I went as low as the edge of the ghagra before I stopped myself. My boner isn't going down any sooner and neither was the hug ending. After a few minutes she loosened the hug.
“Bade Bhaiya. I missed you so much. Please don’t leave me. You have no idea how I have felt all these years without you. You were my world, without you I was lifeless.” she said crying.
I was dumbfounded. I had selfishly moved on, but here there was a girl who had waited for me for 10 years. My boner just went down, as my heart felt this surge of love for my cousin. It was a confusing one, on one hand I had a boner, the other one shouted “she’s your sister, doesn’t matter cousin or not.” and another one wanted to love her unconditionally all her life. But I know my dick was winning here, with the immense love being the only thing that was stopping me from having her right there and then.
We kept hugging for another 10 minutes before we settled down on the sofa in her room. I wiped her tears with my hand while she kept her head down, never looking into my eyes.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”, I said as I left her room. I to the stairs and shouted “Shanti Mausi!”.
“Coming sahib!” she replied and ran up the stairs. “Yes sahib, how can I help you?”
“I am going to be upstairs at least until diner and then Rani and I will come downstairs to eat.”
“But sahib”, she said hesitantly, “Choti beti doesn’t come downstairs for her meals. She eats them up in her room everyday.”
“That’s strange! You know what I’ll stay upstairs then entire time then. Send both of our meals at dinner time.”
“Should I bring you some blankets sahib? It gets really cold at night, especially in that room. Also should I burn some neem leaves for the mosquitoes?”
“No need. I have everything I need upstairs.” I ran to Rani’s room as I said.
Rani was still on the sofa obediently. I went to her and took her left hand pulled her up to stand. In the process we became extremely close again. But this time our faces were closer. Our lips just a lean away. All I wanted to do in that moment was to kiss her, but I refrained by stepping back.
“Now stop crying and give me a happy welcome CHUTKI!”
As soon as she heard me saying that, here eyes lit up and a small smile crept up on her face.
“First of all, since when did you start wearing such heavy dresses and especially the chunnar. You look way too grown with that. Don’t you have any simple normal clothes?” I was still thinking of the girl whom I had left 10 years ago.
“Bhaiya I got ready for you . I only have all simple clothes, I stitched this fancy thing all by myself to welcome you. Don’t you like it? I knew it was a stupid idea. I am so sorry.”, she started crying.
“No you look extremely beautiful in this. This is so good. I just .... I am so sorry chutki. Please stop crying.” I consoled the best way I could. We hugged again this time it was tighter. When after a few minutes she didn’t let go, I started feeling up her back again. This time I purposely moved my hands around the rope that holds the blouse to make it loose. But then a voice in my head, told me to stop for some reason and I did.
After breaking the hug I told her change quickly and she ran to the bathroom.
I followed her quietly hoping to catch a glimpse of something. But alas! The bathroom door was air tight and I couldn’t see anything.
She came out wearing a simple light blouse that was even thinner and slightly translucent and a ghagra that if wet
would easily be a see through. Simple yet exposing enough to turn me on again. I tried to shake my mind off of it and started catching up with her. It mostly me remembering the good old days and stories of them while she barely spoke. A few chuckles and smirks was I all got that day.
Dinner came to our room and it was all my favorites. She wouldn’t eat with me but rather wait for me to finish and then start. I tried to convince her a lot but to no avail. What had gotten into her? Why did she only eat in her room and why did the richest man’s daughter have such simple clothes? Everything was bugging me.
It was late and we had to sleep. There was only one bed and a sofa in the room but only 1 blanket. Was I fool not to get one from Shanti? No, I don’t think so.
“Okay, now its time to sleep. So how do we sleep here now? I think Shanti Mausi is gone and we only have 1 blanket.”
“Bade Bhaiya why don’t you go to your room? My room gets really cold sometimes and I don’t want you to feel cold.”
“I am not leaving, like I promised, I am not leaving you ever again.”, I added authority to my voice.
“Okay, bhaiya, then you sleep on the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“Nonsense!”, I reprimanded, “Then you’ll be cold all night. How about we share this blanket on your bed and sleep there. There’s more than enough room for 2 people on the bed.”
“But Bhaiya, `paap lagega` if I caused you inconvenience or worse what if I kick you at night. I’ll damned.”
“Do you kick when you sleep?” I asked
“Not that I know of”, she answered slowly.
“Then we are good to go. Plus sleeping together will make us feel warmer.”
“Okay bhaiya.”
We lay down in bed and I told her to spoon. With her ass right up on my crotch, we were exactly in the position I wanted us to be in. Lights were switched off and I pretended to drift off. Sometime later, I gathered some courage to put my hand on her exposed waist. It was warm and cozy. The skin felt smooth and every inch felt like the best cake dough. Seeing no response from her, I decided to go further and put my hand on her ass while pressing my hard dick against it. I had been controlling since I saw her and I was sure if I could any more. With my pants still on, I started rubbing up and down her, basically humping her as slowly as possible so as to not wake her up. She was sleeping like a log. Even over the cloth I could feel her ass being firm and yet smooth and doughy. After 5 minutes of humping, all my days pressure was released in an immense ejaculation. I probably had jizzed through my underwear and pants. I let out a moan along with holding her waist with full might. This partially woke her up.
“Everything okay Bhaiya? I didn’t cause trouble did I?”, she asked concerned.
“Nothing. Go to sleep now, its late.”
She went back to the same position and was fast asleep.
I thought to myself.
“She is so gullible and naive. I don’t think she has any idea of sexuality. But how can that be possible at 18. She is the one, she can be the innocent sister, friend and lover, I can have.”
I was 9 when my dad took me away from Raopur, against my wishes, to handle the family business in the city. We were the richest family in the village, with a huge mansion and farm lands that stretched far and wide bordering the forest on 3 ends and a servants' quarter a little further from the mansion. It was my Dad(Chandran), his elder brother(Surya) and his daughter(my cousin, Rani, 8 years old back then) and me(Raj). Both our mothers had died due to complications during birth. We were too young to know much about it when it happened.
My uncle blamed Rani for her mother's death and had shunned her since then, he didn't marry again because he loved his wife way too much. Rani and mine responsibilities were taken over by my dad. With a huge inheritance, I wasn't pressured to study, while Rani didn't leave the house at all. I was the only one she hung out the most.
The day I left for the city, she and I cried for hours. We didn't know when we'll be together again. Uncle hired the only female farm laborer, Shanti, full time to take care of her.
Chapter 1
I was now well settled into the city by now. At 17 I was done with my education and my father was satisfied with his work in the city. One day he decided to return to Raopur to retire. I had no choice but to return to the family farm to take over the business. I was reluctant, but the money and thought of meeting Rani again was lucrative enough. Dad asked me to go first and make arrangements for him, while he settled all his business in the city for a month or so. I hesitantly reached Raopur the next morning. Uncle had been informed of my arrival and a large assortment of carts had come to pick me up at the bus stop. An hour later I was greeted by my now aged uncle at the mansion entrance, with a tight embrace. My eyes were lurking around looking for Rani, she was nowhere to be seen. Nothing much had changed here. Everything looked the same, even the farm laborers were the same, just older.
"Where's Rani?" I was eager to meet her. "Haven't seen her in years.".
"Let's first get you settled in. Shanti carries all of Raj's luggage to his room." Evading my question, uncle directed me to freshen up. Meanwhile, Shanti carried my stuff to my old room. Shanti was the only one allowed to enter the house, for the safety and care of Rani. As uncle left for the dining room I asked Shanti Mausi, "Where's Rani? Is she here?".
"She's upstairs in the corner room. But sahib, please eat with bade sahib first.", she answered all jittery. Her fear baffled me, it was a simple question.
"Okay, I will." I cleaned up and dined with my uncle. We discussed my city activities. Most of the conversation was him criticizing city culture. I was half listening as my eyes kept looking upstairs to see a glimpse of Rani. As soon as we were done with the meal, I excused myself and ran upstairs.
The corner room upstairs was the biggest one on the first floor and received plenty of natural light, but was so far away from any room downstairs that sound could barely get to any other rooms on the ground floor. It had its own attached bathroom and a balcony.
When I reached the room entrance it was open and there were diyas everywhere along the walls of the room. Rani stood there with an Aarti Thali completely covered. She was wearing a red ghagra below and I couldn’t see anything other than that except for her fingers pulling her chunnar(veil) almost down to her knees and her other hand holding the thali. The ghagra was so thick, I couldn’t even see her feet underneath them. She did my aarti and touched my feet since she was a year younger to me. I stood there astonished, seeing all of this unfold.
“Arey Arey! Why are you touching my feet Rani? What has gotten into you?” All I was seeing was an opaque chunnar(veil), covering her entirely, practically down till her knees. “Why are you dressed like this?”
“Did I do something wrong, bade bhaiya. Please forgive me. I beg you to forgive me.”, she was shaking immensely while saying this.
“Rani, it’s me, Raj. your brother. We used to play with each other. You used to call me motu. Stop this formality and let me see your face. What the hell are you wearing? Lift this chunnar right now.” I went close to her, took the thali from her hands and put it aside. I was eager to lift the veil yet did it slowly, as I wanted to savor the moment.
As I raised it, first I uncovered her midriff. She was wearing a blouse that kept her midriff exposed and I thanked all the holiness in the world for showing me the smallest cutest belly button on a “patli kamar”(thin waist) shaped like the narrow part of an hourglass. She was trembling, wearing a kamarbandh around her tiny little waist. As I kept on raising the veil, my heart was racing, I saw a red blouse that covered petite breasts, with no bra underneath because no one in Raopur even knew about them as evident by the swaying breasts on every woman I say on the way to the mansion. The blouse was short sleeved, which made her hands pretty much the only thing I could see. They were slender and had small hairs, which wasn’t uncommon around there.
As her face was uncovered I felt my eyes widen and my heart skipping a few beats, more than I was comfortable with. Her lips were supple and naturally pinkest I had ever seen. Her nose was tiny, like a cute cartoon character. She had doe eyes, wide enough for me to drown in them but had the innocence like no other. There was some fear in there, almost watery yet full of hope and expectations. Her eyes were saying somethings, I just wasn’t able to understand, like she was for something for a long time and it was probably me. Too much time had passed before I swallowed what saliva I had to open up my throat and realize that she was my cousin.
“Hi! You’ve grown up and look so beautiful. Why are your eyes watery? Did you miss me? How have yo..”, she hugged me crying mid sentence. Her veil dropped completely to the ground. It felt like her fear was gone and all the love she had contained was oozing out of her entire body. She pressed up against me so tightly, that I could feel her crotch on mine. When I wrapped my hand around her I felt her bare back as she was wearing a backless blouse. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t stop myself from getting a boner. She still didn’t let go. Her chest was pressed up against mine. The must not have been thin because I could feel her nipple bumps on me. The hug went on for too long and the entire time her crotch was rubbing against my now hard dick. I started patting her back, “I am here, okay! and I am not going anywhere. Shhh..” I whispered in her cute ears. My hand started feeling her back, given the freedom I had at that moment. I went as low as the edge of the ghagra before I stopped myself. My boner isn't going down any sooner and neither was the hug ending. After a few minutes she loosened the hug.
“Bade Bhaiya. I missed you so much. Please don’t leave me. You have no idea how I have felt all these years without you. You were my world, without you I was lifeless.” she said crying.
I was dumbfounded. I had selfishly moved on, but here there was a girl who had waited for me for 10 years. My boner just went down, as my heart felt this surge of love for my cousin. It was a confusing one, on one hand I had a boner, the other one shouted “she’s your sister, doesn’t matter cousin or not.” and another one wanted to love her unconditionally all her life. But I know my dick was winning here, with the immense love being the only thing that was stopping me from having her right there and then.
We kept hugging for another 10 minutes before we settled down on the sofa in her room. I wiped her tears with my hand while she kept her head down, never looking into my eyes.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”, I said as I left her room. I to the stairs and shouted “Shanti Mausi!”.
“Coming sahib!” she replied and ran up the stairs. “Yes sahib, how can I help you?”
“I am going to be upstairs at least until diner and then Rani and I will come downstairs to eat.”
“But sahib”, she said hesitantly, “Choti beti doesn’t come downstairs for her meals. She eats them up in her room everyday.”
“That’s strange! You know what I’ll stay upstairs then entire time then. Send both of our meals at dinner time.”
“Should I bring you some blankets sahib? It gets really cold at night, especially in that room. Also should I burn some neem leaves for the mosquitoes?”
“No need. I have everything I need upstairs.” I ran to Rani’s room as I said.
Rani was still on the sofa obediently. I went to her and took her left hand pulled her up to stand. In the process we became extremely close again. But this time our faces were closer. Our lips just a lean away. All I wanted to do in that moment was to kiss her, but I refrained by stepping back.
“Now stop crying and give me a happy welcome CHUTKI!”
As soon as she heard me saying that, here eyes lit up and a small smile crept up on her face.
“First of all, since when did you start wearing such heavy dresses and especially the chunnar. You look way too grown with that. Don’t you have any simple normal clothes?” I was still thinking of the girl whom I had left 10 years ago.
“Bhaiya I got ready for you . I only have all simple clothes, I stitched this fancy thing all by myself to welcome you. Don’t you like it? I knew it was a stupid idea. I am so sorry.”, she started crying.
“No you look extremely beautiful in this. This is so good. I just .... I am so sorry chutki. Please stop crying.” I consoled the best way I could. We hugged again this time it was tighter. When after a few minutes she didn’t let go, I started feeling up her back again. This time I purposely moved my hands around the rope that holds the blouse to make it loose. But then a voice in my head, told me to stop for some reason and I did.
After breaking the hug I told her change quickly and she ran to the bathroom.
I followed her quietly hoping to catch a glimpse of something. But alas! The bathroom door was air tight and I couldn’t see anything.
She came out wearing a simple light blouse that was even thinner and slightly translucent and a ghagra that if wet
would easily be a see through. Simple yet exposing enough to turn me on again. I tried to shake my mind off of it and started catching up with her. It mostly me remembering the good old days and stories of them while she barely spoke. A few chuckles and smirks was I all got that day.
Dinner came to our room and it was all my favorites. She wouldn’t eat with me but rather wait for me to finish and then start. I tried to convince her a lot but to no avail. What had gotten into her? Why did she only eat in her room and why did the richest man’s daughter have such simple clothes? Everything was bugging me.
It was late and we had to sleep. There was only one bed and a sofa in the room but only 1 blanket. Was I fool not to get one from Shanti? No, I don’t think so.
“Okay, now its time to sleep. So how do we sleep here now? I think Shanti Mausi is gone and we only have 1 blanket.”
“Bade Bhaiya why don’t you go to your room? My room gets really cold sometimes and I don’t want you to feel cold.”
“I am not leaving, like I promised, I am not leaving you ever again.”, I added authority to my voice.
“Okay, bhaiya, then you sleep on the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“Nonsense!”, I reprimanded, “Then you’ll be cold all night. How about we share this blanket on your bed and sleep there. There’s more than enough room for 2 people on the bed.”
“But Bhaiya, `paap lagega` if I caused you inconvenience or worse what if I kick you at night. I’ll damned.”
“Do you kick when you sleep?” I asked
“Not that I know of”, she answered slowly.
“Then we are good to go. Plus sleeping together will make us feel warmer.”
“Okay bhaiya.”
We lay down in bed and I told her to spoon. With her ass right up on my crotch, we were exactly in the position I wanted us to be in. Lights were switched off and I pretended to drift off. Sometime later, I gathered some courage to put my hand on her exposed waist. It was warm and cozy. The skin felt smooth and every inch felt like the best cake dough. Seeing no response from her, I decided to go further and put my hand on her ass while pressing my hard dick against it. I had been controlling since I saw her and I was sure if I could any more. With my pants still on, I started rubbing up and down her, basically humping her as slowly as possible so as to not wake her up. She was sleeping like a log. Even over the cloth I could feel her ass being firm and yet smooth and doughy. After 5 minutes of humping, all my days pressure was released in an immense ejaculation. I probably had jizzed through my underwear and pants. I let out a moan along with holding her waist with full might. This partially woke her up.
“Everything okay Bhaiya? I didn’t cause trouble did I?”, she asked concerned.
“Nothing. Go to sleep now, its late.”
She went back to the same position and was fast asleep.
I thought to myself.
“She is so gullible and naive. I don’t think she has any idea of sexuality. But how can that be possible at 18. She is the one, she can be the innocent sister, friend and lover, I can have.”
