Kumar Apartments (English) – Part 4 (Cousin Sister Swati Shows Her True Nature)

Hi friends, in the last episode, episode 3, you read about the new character Amit and his beautiful young cousin sister Swati. Things went casual by the end of the dinner.

But later, Amit came to know further about her. Let’s read it today. For those who want to send me their feedback, can mail me at [email protected].

Narrated by Amit

After dinner, Swati and uncle left the dining table, leaving their plates there. I finished mine and took my plates to the kitchen to wash them. After washing my plates, I started with the remaining plates left unwashed in the sink. Aunty came and stood behind me and was continuously watching me wash dishes.

I asked: What happened aunty? Why are you staring like that?

Aunty: Nothing. I was just wondering if I ever get a well-mannered boy like you for my stupid daughter.

Me: Don’t worry aunty, it’s just about her age, and you don’t have to worry about her guy, she will get the best one. She is a brilliant kid, I remember my mom distributed sweets in our locality when she topped her 12th grades.

Aunty: No one will ask for her 12th class status while getting married. You don’t know much about her. It’s all because of your uncle who spoiled so much with his boundaryless love. He never scolds her even if it’s necessary. Because of that freedom, she became a complete spoiled child now.

Me: Don’t worry, aunty, if you keep cursing and taunting her, she will feel sad, and that can impact on her mentally. She is just a sweet child now.

I was busy cleaning the plate and talking to aunty. I did not realize that there was a third person near us. When I felt the presence, I turned around and saw it’s Swati with a half glass of drinking water. I think she was there for a while. She smiled at me.

That wasn’t any kind of teasing or naughty smile. That smile contained a feeling that she wants to say thank you to me for my concern towards her. She left. Within the next 15-20 minutes, I finished the dishes and left off to my rooms.

It was 9:45 at pm. Before going to bed, I called up mom. I talked to her about aunty, uncle, Swati, about my interview, and many more experiences about the new city. After the call, I got in my bed and started texting in WhatsApp to my college friends.

There was also a lady whom I met on the train last night while coming to Bangalore. I’ll tell you about her some other day. I texted her for a while and never knew the time passed off to round 11:30 then. I thought to get sleep but then realized I forgot to fill drinking water in my bottle.

I have the habit of drinking water whenever I wake up in my sleep. So I got up and went to take water from the kitchen. All the lights in the living and kitchen were off except the night lamps. I reached the kitchen and started filling my bottle from the filter.

I noticed Swati coming out of her room without making any noise. Through the dull light of the night lamp, she came to the kitchen and switched the kitchen light on. Then, I was amazed to see her. She was in the same t-shirt that she had while having dinner with us.

But in the bottom now, it was a very mini short instead of the pajama. It was my first time to see a mature girl in such a small short in reality. On the one hand, I was admiring her with little lust. On the other hand, I was pleading for forgiveness from my god Hanuman.

Her tight T-shirt stretched out with the perfect curve of her boobs. Her tiny short, revealing her silky smooth thighs were taking me away from my senses. No doubt that she came to know about my feelings when I overfilled my bottle, and the water spilled out on the floor.

Seeing that she said: Oye! What are you doing? Why are you wasting water?

I closed the filter tap and got up and asked: You’re still awake?

Swati: I am not a school going kid, so I sleep a little late. By the way, why haven’t you slept yet?

Me: I… I was sleeping when I felt thirsty, so came for water.

Swati: But your eyes don’t look like you were sleeping.

Me: No, no, I mean, I was trying to sleep but didn’t get any sleep.

Swati: In that case, you should have come to my room. I wasn’t getting any sleep too, I might have got someone to talk with.

Me: No, no, it’s too late, what uncle or aunty will think if they see us this late.

Swati laughed, and then with wickedness, she says: Hahaha! What do you think they might have thought if they find us in one room late at night? After all, we are brothers and sisters for them.

I wasn’t getting any answers to her questions. Still, I was definitely getting provoked. So I thought it would be better to escape. I said to her a good night and went back to my room. To be honest, if she wasn’t my sister, I would have planned to fuck her on this same night.

As a man, I started developing dirty thoughts about her. But I slapped myself once and reminded me that she is my sister. I got in my bed and just have closed my eyes when my phone rang with a message tone.

It was from an unknown number with a message saying: I am not getting any sleep. Can we talk if you don’t mind?

I checked the number that my uncle gave me in the morning. Then I came to know it was Swati. I immediately saved her number and replied.

Me (normal SMS message): It’s too late. If uncle aunty came to know, they might feel bad.

Swati replied after a minute: They are already sleeping. Didn’t you hear their snore when you were in the kitchen?

Me: I know, I heard it too, but still.

Swati: If it’s too late, why don’t you sleep instead of thinking about me?

I was like shocked, what did she mean ‘instead of thinking about her?’

Me: What do you mean? I didn’t get you.

Swati: I know you got it but just trying not to get it.

Me: Stop puzzling. Say what you mean.

Swati: What’s there to puzzle out? It’s clear that you are in your bed right now thinking about me, right?

Now I was restless and replied: Why do you think so?

Swati: It’s clear from the way you were admiring me the movement you saw me in the evening.

Mein: What do you mean, I was admiring you? Don’t be crazy.

Swati: Shall I say it all, or do you have the guts to say it by yourself?

Mein: What on earth are you talking about? (To be honest, I knew what she was saying. But I was pretending to be clean profiled on my end. What if she is just pranking and I fall for it.) At least give me some clue.

Swati: Clue? Ok, tell me why were you staring at me when I was in my gym wear?

She was right, I was staring at her when she was in her gym wear back in the evening.

I replied: What? When was I staring at you? You must be kidding.

Swati: Oh, really? Who was the one sketching me out from my back, you weren’t losing a single chance to dig your eyes on me. Accept it, I won’t complain mom about how perve is Amit bhaiya. Hahaha!

Me: Perve? What do you mean? Ok, wait, come to WhatsApp, my normal SMS is getting charged.

I opened my WhatsApp and then texted her. Since it was my first message to her in WhatsApp, I just send a message saying ‘Hi.’ Now, I was more eager to talk to her. After all, she was the one provoking me at midnight.

After a minute, she replied: Hi sexy…

The word calling me a sexy from her end got me in heat.

I replied: Sexy? Who?

Swati: You! Who else? At least I am honest enough to say what I have in mind.

Me: What makes you think I am sexy?

Swati: What can I say to a young guy in just a towel? Hahaha! And moreover, the light from my room behind you then showed me a lot of things inside out.

I was sunk in shame, and she wasn’t kidding, my towel was indeed a bit transparent after getting wet. She has definitely seen something from the light coming from her room, as she said.

Me: What did you see? Ok, agreed things were seeing, but why did you see it when you knew? You should have ignored it.

Swati: Why will I ignore such an awesome view? Everything was clear like a shadow, lol!

Me: Don’t lie. You are just messing up with me. If so, why aunty didn’t say anything to me?

Swati: Oho, you’re my brother for her, might be so she didn’t think anything else.

Me: You are just fooling around.

Swati: You think I am lying, ok, let me tell you, you were only in your towel then, right? Coz, I saw your thing was hanging down, lol!

I felt so embarrassed, coz she was right, I wasn’t wearing any underwear inside then. I was feeling more ashamed, thinking that even aunty might have noticed it. I replied back to her: Please tell me you just making up things. Nothing real.

Swati: Yes, Amit bhaiya! I am telling the truth, everything was visible lol!

I was ashamed enough not to reply anything back for a moment when she messaged: Hello! You there?

Me: You should have indicated to me then, at least aunty would have not seen it.

Swati: If I did, I would have lost such a hot view, LMFAO!

I was amazed that how can she talk about it so casually as well as thinking about her talking on it was turning me a bit, did she really enjoying watching me in that situation?

I replied to her and asked: So you were enjoying watching me?

Swati: Of course! I was, in the same way, you were enjoying watching me.

Me: When was I enjoying watching you?

Swati: When you were staring after I took off my top…

She was right, I was actually enjoying watching her tight petite round boobs stuck to her tight sports bra when she took off her top.

Me: How can you be so sure that I was staring and enjoying the view?

Swati: Coz, after that, when I saw in between your towel, something was hanging a bit lower than earlier, lol!

Her each and every word started affecting my hormones. I was getting aroused. I never knew when my one hand made its way down and started stroking my cock over my short. I was wondering if she’s taking this conversation to ay kind of sex chat. I didn’t wish to lose this chance from my end.

So I replied: Ok, agreed I was staring. Same as you said, if you were giving me a view, why shouldn’t I enjoy it?

Swati: Ok! So now you are talking, lol! So what do you think about your sister?

Me: Please don’t say yourself as my sister now, it sounds weird.

Swati: No, no, am your sister, am I not? That’s what you said at dinner.

Me: But we didn’t see each other in that brother-sister way, right?

Swati: Oho! So from outside, you act like a gentleman, and inside you are a sister-fucker, hahaha!

Fuck, she just called me sister-fucker! Her words just flicked my cock head. Just a word of her made my cock stiff and hard.

I was over the hormones and wrote back: Yeah, maybe, how could a guy lose to be a sister-fucker if he gets a hot sister like you.

I will not have used this language in my speech if she hasn’t started it.

Swati: Then why don’t you tell me fucker, what’re you staring on me?

Me: When, while you were facing me or facing your back to me?

Swati: Both dear, you can tell me both.

Me: When I was behind you, I was checking out your sexy bottom curves.

Swati: Then, what you saw when I faced you? Tell me!

Me: Don’t get mad at me after I say it.

Swati: Don’t worry! If I had to be mad, I would have been the moment I saw you checking out my ass.

With each of her replies, she was compelling me to go further. I never came to know when my one hand went down over my shorts and started stroking my cock at a slow pace. I was on heat now.

I replied: Yeah, I was indeed checking out your ass. You have a perfect ass.

Swati: Really? What makes my ass that perfect for you?

Me: Perfectly smooth and petite, it looked as if you were only in that track pant.

Swati: Indeed, I was! I don’t wear my inners at home and while going to the gym! (Wink smiley)

I pulled my cock out of my shorts and started stroking and repeatedly read her text again, which mentioned her not wearing inners at home. As I kept stroking, I couldn’t reply to her, and she texted again.

Swati: So, what else you liked in me?

Me: Everything, can’t mention particularly. Even when you were in your pajama, you looked awesome.

Swati: Oh yeah, how about when you saw me in my shorts just a few minutes back?

Me: Let me be honest to you, I have never seen a girl’s thighs before tonight.

Swati: Seriously?

Me: You know right, my native is a rural area, girls don’t wear skimpy clothes like in cities.

Swati: LOL! Now I wonder why you were so nervous when you saw me in my shorts.

Me: Yeah, you just gave the shock of my life.

Swati: In that case, I am gonna give you a lot more shocks while you stay in my house.

Me: No, please don’t, never. Don’t tease my patience, please.

Swati: Why, what if I tease your patience? What will you do? By the way, why are you texting so slow? Is your other hand busy?

I suddenly stopped stroking my cock and thought, how on earth she knows my other hand is busy?

Me: What! What do you mean?

Swati: Slow reply and lots of spell mistakes. I know it, I am not a kid babe!

Me: No! Maybe the internet is slow, and I’m a bit sleepy too, so unable to type the right spelling.

Swati: Aww! So am I boring you so much that you feel sleepy while texting me?

Me: No. I had an interview and also from yesterday’s night journey, just tired coz of it.

Swati: So you get tired very soon (smiley with a wink).

I knew what she meant, so I replied: No, that’s not the same everywhere. I can go longer in certain fields of performance.

Swati: Like what?

Me: There are, be smart to know it by yourself.

Swati: Ok, never mind if you don’t wanna tell. By the way, what are you doing now?

Me: Texting you, what else?

Swati: And?

Me: And? Just laying on my bed.

Swati: And?

Me: And what? Just laying and texting you, that’s all.

Swati: So you wanna tell you’re really not doing anything else?

Me: What else do you think I am doing? And what are you doing?

Swati: Same whatever you are doing.

Me: What? What are you doing?

Swati: I am also laying in bed and texting you. Aren’t you? You said so. Tell me the truth what else are you doing?

Me: Nothing else.

Swati: Arent you thinking me in my mini shorts and… (wink smiley)

She made me totally uncomfortable. I lost my control and replied to her back: Yeah! I am pleasuring myself thinking of you in your tiny shorts and tight t-shirt.

Swati: How? Are you…? (smiley of brinjal followed with squirting water drops)

Me: What?

Swati: Are you stroking your cock?

Me: Yeah!

Swati: I knew that I knew why your replies were so slow.

Me: Oh, as if you don’t. Have you ever?

Swati: Yes.

I started stroking my cock even harder as our texting was going towards a perfect sex chat level.

Me: How many times?

Swati: As if you keep count of it. Do you? I do it a lot.

Me: A lot! Wow! Do you mean every week?

Swati: Week! Sometimes I just do it every night. And do you wanna know something?

Me: Yeah, please tell me.

Swati: Mmm, just in my top right now. (smiley with a wink)

Me: Only? What about your shorts?

Swati: Took it off long back.

I started imagining her wearing just her t-shirt with no shorts.

Me: And your inners?

Swati: As I told you, I never have it when I am at home.

Me: So, are you gonna play yourself?

Swati: Yeah, maybe, it’s getting late. Let’s get to sleep.

Me: What, hey! Don’t leave, please stay.

Swati: Will talk tomorrow, you do what you’re doing, I’ll sleep.

Me: How will I text if you leave.

Swati: I am not talking about texting, I mean you finish off with your cock stroking. Hahaha!

As she said it, I stroked my cock faster and replied to her: You can also please your self tonight.

Swati: You think I am not?

Me: Really?

Swati: Yeah, I am playing with my wet pussy too.

Me: No way, you are kidding.

For a minute there was no reply and then she sends me an image. It’s an image of her left palm. Her fingers were coated and shining with slimy wetness. I knew what it was, and my cock started humping out of excitement.

Me: What’s that? What’s on your fingers?

Swati: Something from where they were till now.

Me: Tell me.

Swati: Those fingers were hiding in my pussy just before I took that pic.

I stroked my cock and replied: And where are they now?

Swati: My pussy started missing them, so they went back to where they were.

Oh god, she was now liting me up in the fire, the thought that she is my cousin sister made it even more arousing. As I was busy jerking my cock imagining her finger herself, I couldn’t text her, and she replies again.

Swati: Too busy jerking? Tell me, what are you doing?

Me: As you said, I am shaking my cock.

Swati: I can imagine it while my fingers dig my pussy.

I made a tight circle with my index finger and thumb and started inserting my cock, imagining what Swati just told. I imagined my cock fucking in her while she in the other room fingers and feel it in her at the same time. It was such an arousing moment.

Swati: ?? Busy humping? Lol.

I was unable to text her, all I could do was to stare at her text and hump my hips faster. Soon I split a load of cum all over my palm and fingers.

Swati: Hello! Guess your down. Are you?

I wiped my hands over the blanket as I didn’t get anything else around and texted her back: Yeah, I came, sorry.

Swati: I guessed so, I am done too. Let’s sleep now, and keep this as our secret, we’ll have more fun if you do so.

I was so excited to think about the fun she’s talking about. I replied: It’s not that late, uncle and aunty are sleeping, shall I come to your room?

Swati: For what?

Me: We can do what we were doing, and also we can try giving a helping hand to each other.

Swati: Have patience, babe, you can give more than your hand. But have patience.

I was a bit disappointed, but I answered: Ok, fare! I don’t wanna compel you for anything.

Swati: Very good, we can go for a long run. Ok then goodnight, see you, tomorrow bro. (wink smiley)
Me: Ok, good night, sweet dreams, sis!

Swati: Sexy dreams with your sis then. Lol.

Me: Yes, all night.

Hereafter there was no text from her end, and she went offline. I thought to text her again but then told myself not to irritate her with my desperation. I went back to our chat, read all her chats again, and came once again before I fell asleep.

To be continued.