My Favourite Cousin

I glanced up at the clock and it showed 10:10 PM. It was well past the regular working hours of normal people but I was still at office. The worst part was that it wasn’t out of ordinary for me to work for 14 hours a day. That is what you pay for being a banker. I wondered if this is the life I signed up for when I came out of my B School, beaming with confidence. But then, that is a different story in itself. My vision shifted back to my laptop screen and I saw something interesting. I was about to dig deeper in that when my phone started vibrating. One thing that I hate is getting phone calls in the middle of something interesting. I took up my call and all my frustration evaporated when I saw the picture of the caller on my phone screen. It was Kriti, my dearest and most favorite cousin!

“Hello”

I was surprised when she stopped at that one word. She is usually very chirpy and talks for about a minute before giving me a chance to speak. Her voice wasn’t at her vibrant best too.

“Is everything alright?”

She paused for a second then blurted out “Yes, Apart from my arm which is in a cast”

The next twenty minutes I got all the details of how she had an accident in the evening and hurt her arm. In fact, I was the first person she tried calling when that happened which was obvious as we are the only bit of family for each other in this city.

Let me introduce you to us first. I am 30 and I work in a bank. I live alone in a two bedroom apartment which my company is kind enough to pay for. She is 23 and she is a student of medicine in one of the local colleges. She stayed in the hostel. It was vacation time for them but she and one of her friends had decided to stay back and volunteer for social work in one of the charitable hospitals of the city. She is like that. She would do anything to help people who are in need. That is why she is my favorite! I helped the two girls get temporary accommodation for two months near the hospital. Their flat was very near to mine and we met almost daily. She would come to my place or I would go to hers regularly. Had it not been due to some issues with her roommate’s folks she would have stayed with me only.

I called it a day in the office and rushed to her place. When I reached there I saw the X ray and noticed what the doctors call a hairline fracture in one of her bones very near to the shoulder. Not only was there a fracture, she had bruises on her other arm near the shoulder and she wasn’t able to move both her arms much without pain. Her roommate started blabbering about how careless the city drivers are and how the accident happened. She apparently had a lot of swelling in her arm though the pain had subsided; we all know how it sears up on a hint of movement in the fractured limb. She wore a loose sleeveless top because it was easy to manipulate and put on. I said my goodbyes to the girls and went home with the promise of returning the following day.

When I reached her place the next day her roommate was packing to leave. The hospital was organizing healthcare camps in nearby areas and she was volunteering. Kriti was wearing another cotton sleeveless top, this time creamish white in color. Her roommate left and she must have reached the ground floor when Kriti exclaimed as if she had forgotten something and called her back. Her roommate came back and they went to talk in her room. She left almost immediately.

I was wondering what urgent work can be performed in 2 minutes. As her roommate left I looked at the cast in Kriti’s hand and I noticed something strange. I gave a second glance and it was obvious: her nipples were poking out of her thin cotton fabric and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra.

As both her hands had restricted movements she had called her roommate back to take off the one garment she couldn’t take off without a lot of trouble. She obviously did not wish to keep wearing it for 6 days! Not that I am a pervert who lusted after my cousin but it did not take a lot of staring to know that she had big nipples. I quickly stopped thinking about that and helped her in eating her food. I asked her to get admitted to the hospital but she refused. She did not want to trouble her parents either. She had always been a strong girl.

The next two days I visited her, I noticed that she was wearing the same top. Perhaps it was too difficult for her to change. Her fractured hand wasn’t paining but the bruises on the other hand were bad and she had seriously restricted movement. I asked her to move to the hospital or to my apartment. She agreed to get admitted in the hospital as she thought it would be too much trouble for me. The next evening, I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. She was wearing the same clothes and was ready to go. She excused herself for the bathroom before we were to leave. I was checking if all the windows were closed when I heard her scream from the bathroom.

I rushed in and I saw she lay flat on the floor, crying in agony. Not only that, I was surprised to see that the shower was turned on and she lay there right under the shower. I turned it off, got behind her and got hold of her shoulders. I made her sit. What had happened was that she was trying to walk holding the knob and as she slipped, the knob got twisted and water started flowing out of the showers. But the worrisome part was that she seemed to have hurt her arm and was crying uncontrollably.

I took her face in my arms and tried to console her. It must have been a good 5 minutes before she started crying. As she stopped crying I tried to make her stand and that is when for the first time I looked at her front. Her whole top was clinging to her body and it was so transparent that her boobs were almost as good as naked in front of me. Her nipples were indeed big and they formed tiny tents in her garment. I will be honest with you and acknowledge that I was awestruck with what I saw and I think she saw me staring at her breasts. She stood up with my help and walked out to the room. She asked me to give her a top from her wardrobe and wait outside as she changed. I went out and waited.

I heard her give out a small cries of agony several times. When she called me in she was still wearing the same clothes. Though it wasn’t totally transparent now as some water has drained out, there was still a lot to view. She told me she couldn’t take it off. I just went behind her, took hold of her top from both sides and started pulling it up. I did not ask her, nor did she. But she did not resist and lifted her one good arm a bit to the side to help me lift her top from the backside.

As all the material of the top gathered around her neck on the backside, exposing her glowing and magnificent back to me, I pulled the garment up from the back side and after some effort I took it over her head. I just had to take it out of her arms then. I went back a step, admiring her shapely back and moved to her front. As I started moving the garment down her arms, her wonderful breasts started showing, bit by bit. She seemed lost and wasn’t saying anything at all. I was mesmerized by the sight in front of me, as she stood topless, trying to cover her wonderful boobs with one arm. Her breasts were a bit bigger than average and her nipples were a thing of real beauty. Though her nipples were big, they were perky and so were her breasts.

That was when I realized that my dick was hard as a rock, in the honor of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen.

I took her towel and started to wipe her back. I wiped it slowly, starting from the neck all the way down to her hips. When I was wiping her there I saw that her shorts were tied very low on her waist and I could see a considerable part of her hips. I then started wiping her from the sides, following her curves down. Then I came forward and wiped her navel. Then I looked her. As if understanding what I meant, she slowly moved her arm away from across her breasts. I took the towel and put it on one of her breasts with one hand while I lifted her other arm with the other hand. I started wiping her breasts from below, one at a time.

As I moved my hand on the first breast from below I applied some pressure to wipe properly. I could see goose bumps all over her body as I pressed. Her breast was soft yet firm. I had the yearning to touch it but I knew I should not. Still, while wiping her second breast, I made sure I was holding the towel at the corner and when I put it on her body, two of my fingers touched bare skin. I moved the towel up her breast and my fingers came trailing behind. As I was midway through, I felt my fingers touch the underside of her breast. I kept moving slowly till my fingers touched her nipple. She flinched as it happened. I moved my fingers such that her nipple was between my fingers. Then I pressed those fingers together very slightly. I moved the towel around her breast a bit, making sure my fingers did not leave her nipple at all. As her nipple twisted with my slow moving hand I could see the expression on her face change. She was breathing heavily now.

I did not know why I was doing what I was. I had never lusted after my darling cousin. However, my brain was not functioning properly any more. I put the towel aside and moved towards her. I saw her close her eyes in anticipation of me doing something. I came close to her and whispered, “your clothes are all wet”. As I said so I started unbuttoning her shorts. She did not flinch a bit, as if expecting me to do that. Slowly, I pulled them down.

As they lay in a heap on the floor, she silently stepped out of them, eyes still closed. As my hands touched the elastic in her panties, she opened her eyes suddenly. She was staring in my eyes as I stood there, one finger each inside the elastic on both sides. As if giving me her permission, her eyes closed again. I took that as a yes and I slid her panties down. As I moved them down, I had to sit on the floor to make them reach down. I couldnt help but admire her hourglass shaped body and perfectly trimmed pussy hair. I took the towel again and started wiping her, this time from her ankles all the way up. I couldn’t help touching her hairless thighs in the same way as I touched her breasts. Her thighs were a thing of real beauty, not a speck of hair on them. My face was inches away from her thighs. I am sure she could feel my breath on her thigh.

I got up and put the towel over her ass to wipe it. One of my fingers still touched her body occasionally. With the final wipe, my finger was touching the valley between her hips. That was when I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed the finger hard and it slid between her hips, down and down till I could feel her asshole right under my finger. I pressed is on her asshole and moved it slowly between her hips all the way up to her waist.

I put the towel on the bed and came in front of her. I put one arm around her and bought her close to me. With my other hand, I touched her pussy. I slowly pushed my finger in and as it slid inside her pussy just a bit, I knew she was wet as water! I moved it in the slit, all the way from top to bottom, without any penetration. Then I held her shoulders and made her sit on the bed. I slowly lowered her body so that her body rested on the bed while her feet were on the ground.

I sat on the ground, right in front of her legs and spread her legs apart. I could see her moist, beautiful pussy in front of my eyes. I put my hand on her thighs and started moving them higher till I reached her magnificent breasts. Finally I gripped both her breasts in my hands and slowly pressed them. I wanted to savor them forever. I felt her long nipples with my hands. They had become hard and protruded even more. Her face was showing signs of pleasure.

Just as she opened her eyes and spoke for the first time since I saw her topless, “are you going to fuck me big brother?”

Of course I was not going to fuck her. She was in pain. All I wanted to do was to give her pleasure. Could I be so selfish? Without saying a word I lowered my head on her pussy and met her glistening pussy lips with my lips. She moaned so loudly that the neighbors must have heard it. I savored her taste in my mouth and took my tongue out to give one swipe along her pussy. As I touched her small clit with my tongue, I could sense her body aching in excitement and moving in spasms. I continued licking while my favorite cousin had repeated orgasms for a long time. I had never seen a woman orgasm so fast. All it took was one touch of my tongue!!

I got up and lay on her side, my hand on her tummy. She turned her head towards me and smiled. If I had any guilt on doing what I did, it evaporated in that one moment. I made her sit and wear a long nightgown. Then I picked her bag in one hand and supported her with the other and started moving towards the door. Just when I was about to open it, I could sense her looking at me. I turned towards her, dropped the bag, took her mouth in my hands and kissed her lips. It was the most erotic kiss of my life!

We sat in our car and as I came out of the parking lot she blurted out, “I think you can take care of me. Let’s go to your place instead of the hospital”

Sure I could take care of her. She was my favorite cousin!

…to be continued depending on user feedback.

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