A night with cousin at [M]y other cousin’s wedding – India; true story (Pt. 1)

Hi there, I’d love to try writing erotic fiction, but since this is the first post, I’d begin with a true story. There’s no crazy sexual stuff, so if that’s your thing, there are plenty of great stories on this subreddit. Happy reading, and please leave your comments and suggestions.
It was the year 2014. I was 18 at the time. There was a family wedding, my maternal uncle’s daughter was getting married, and like most fat Indian weddings, it was an affair of a few days, when the entire (extended) family gets together, an entire hotel is booked for the family that stays together for a 2-3 days, helping in preparation for the grand function. All this is apart from the 700 odd guests who’re invited for dinner on wedding day.
Anyway, I got together with my cousins, and we played and made merry for the next couple of days.

Cut to day of the wedding, another one of my maternal uncles arrived with his family. He’d been busy with some work so they couldn’t come earlier. This is the story of his daughter, Varsha, who is about two years my elder, and yours truly.
I’d seen her after almost 5 years. Last we’d met, we were kids, who used to run around in shorts and tees. What I saw infront of me now, was a young woman, in a dark blue saree (for those unaware, please google and then proceed, for a better visualisation) and matching bangles, shimmering in the sun. Now, I won’t lie to you, she wasn’t the prettiest chick in the town. With a dusky complexion, and no sharp features as such, she didn’t much stand out. One thing that did were her full lips, with a light red lipgloss. She had average boobs, size B, I later found out from her, and a nice, tight ass. But again, nothing out of the ordinary. My eyes might have wandered to her exposed navel, but again, nothing to catch my attention. And anyway, she was my cousin sister, so I wouldn’t have bothered otherwise either.
As elders shared greetings, she came towards me with a grin and gave me a tight hug. Her heavy perfume invaded my senses.
“Dev! You’ve grown tall”, she said, looking up and down my 5’9 frame.
“Nah”, I said, “not really, you’re the one who got left behind”. She chuckled, punching my shoulder. She’s about 5’3 but has held on to her claim of being 5’5 for god knows how long.
Anyway, my other cousins came and soon we all parted to play a game of charades, where the idea of fun for us was to give dirty movie names to be acted out. For people in the age group of 17-20, all of who (I’m sure) hadn’t even kissed anyone in their lives (that’s India for you, a different culture) this was the extent of sexual fun. I noticed Varsha looking at me funny a couple of times, but didn’t pay too much attention to it. Soon the sun begin to set. Dinner function was about to start in a few hours. All of us were called to run errands, help around in the final preparation, etc.
A banquet hall near the hotel had been booked for the function and remaining final ceremonies. Some relatives were still at the hotel, getting ready. The dinner function would take place in the lawn at the banquet, and the hall at ground floor. The first floor had another hall, and many smaller rooms. The rooms had been assigned to the bride, other women of the family, mens, children, etc. to change. As for the hall on the first floor, mattresses had been lined up, along with quilts (wool stuffed blankets, which weigh anything between 3-5 kilograms), for kids to sleep, as the final ceremony takes place at dawn. Varsha and I were to lock the doors of a few rooms in which jewellery, etc. were kept, as over 500 strangers would soon be occupying the premise, and to place quilts on each mattress. After locking the doors, we moved to the hall. It was empty, about 40 mattress had been lined up, in two rows of 20 each. Inside the hall, to the right of its entrance, a mountain of quilts was piled up. My inner five year old came alive in a moment and I jumped into the quilts. Varsha didn’t, because of the saree, which doesn’t allow you to be anything other than ‘graceful’. I believe there’s a certain grace in jumping up and down in blankets, like a maniac, but who am I to say.
“Come, join me, you won’t get a chance in the near future”, I shouted in ecstasy.
“No, thanks. And finish this hooliganism of yours, we might be needed for some other work too”, she said sternly, but with a fond, motherly smile.
“Suit yourself, your los…”, I couldn’t finish my sentence as I lost my balance and fell. “Motherfucker!” I winced in pain. In a pile of wool, where there’s almost no chance of getting hurt, I’d managed to fall upon my right arm on a weird angle, spraining my shoulder. She simply laughed. I got off the pile, embarrassed.
“Hurt bad?” she asked, with more amusement than concern. I wasn’t, there was just a little nagging pain.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can move my arm. You’ll have to do it yourself”, I feigned agony.
“Sit”, she said, coming close. “Where?”
I pointed to my shoulder.
She slid her bangles up, moved behind me, and starting massaging my shoulder softly, over the fabric of my kurta. (Again, for those unaware, google)
“Move your arm a little”, she said as she moved her hand onto my lower neck which connects to the shoulder. As soon as her soft, slightly cold hand touched my bare skin, a shiver ran down my spine. It felt wonderful, and for the first time in my life, I felt certain things towards her, that I had never even imagined I’d feel. As I was coming to terms with this newfound emotion, I felt her fingers, ever so softly grazing my upper chest hair. I heard a slight click of her tongue, as if moistening her dry lips. Maybe I imagined it, I couldn’t be sure at that moment as my heart raced at the speed of light. I was afraid she’d notice. As for my throbbing dick, kurtas are the best attire to hide a boner so that was alright.
She continued to massage my shoulder, sliding her hand beneath the cloth to reach my upper back and chest. Her left hand rested on my left shoulder. She was very close to me, and I was very close to… well.
“Alright, done”, I said, “much better”.
“Cool”, she almost exhaled the word, letting her fingers linger for a few moments, before removing her hands.
I got up. Together we put the quilts in their place, and came down.
Slowly, the guests started coming, and by 9 pm, it was full house. We were together during the dinner, ate from one plate as she wasn’t particularly hungry and wanted only a few bites. It was a beautiful function, all of us danced and sang. Even the older relatives danced their hearts out. My cousin who was getting married looked gorgeous in her wedding attire. I caught myself staring at her as well, and had to force myself to snap out of it. Anyway, by 10:30 people started leaving, by 11, very few guests remained and by 12, all had left. Only family and very close friends remained, who would now go only after the final ceremony concluded in the morning. By 1, I had started feeling drowsy, and needed at least 3 hours of sleep if I wished to be present at the ceremony at 4:30 in the morning. I excused myself to go upstairs. Most cousins, some other kids and a few adults had already gone up to sleep. As I started climbing the stairs, she called from behind. “Give me a moment, I’m also coming, let me give my purse to my mother.”
I started moving up slowly as I saw her coming back. Together we went upstairs. Inside the hall, most of the mattresses had been occupied, a few in the corner were left. We moved towards them.
“What?” I heard her exclaim as I was talking off my shoes. I looked at her, then where she was looking, and saw the problem. There were 4 mattresses left, but only one quilt. Looking around I saw little kids huddled up in single mattresses, with a couple of quilts over them. Like little puppies. Of course you don’t get mad at them. I was anyway too sleepy to bother with anything, other than getting my shut eye. We didn’t have to talk about sharing the quilt, it was understood. We got inside the quilt quietly, and wrapped it around us. It wasn’t that big, so we had to be quite close to each other. I could feel the heat from her body, and what I’d felt before, I started to feel again, more intensely, even in my stupor. I began to fidget a little to get comfortable down there, as my dick was straining against the trousers.
“You alright?” she asked in a hushed tone. I felt her warm breath on my ear, as another wave of electricity coursed through my body.
“Yeah, err… just my arm”, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I have to straighten it, it’s nagging me”.
Without saying a word, she raised her head, and signalled me to straighten my hand out. As I did, she laid down again, her head on my arm now, and moved in to finally rest her head on my shoulder and chest. She put her arm around my body.
I was no longer sleepy.
My body had gone into hypersensitivity. I could feel my heartbeat, her breath, her aroma, her heat, my dry mouth, and my throbbing dick.
I wrapped my arm that was under her, around her back, as she moved in even closer, and put one leg over mine. I shifted a little to move my dick sideways. I didn’t want the embarassment of her feeling my erection. In my mind, my emotions were one sided, because how could this perverted thought come to her mind? On one hand I wanted to notice everything in her, from her movements to her breath to see if there was a hint of something, but on the other I knew I was being stupid to think that way.
Anyway, since nothing was to be achieved, I gradually calmed down my senses, and decided to sleep.
“You up?” I felt her hot breath on my neck, as I was about to fall into slumber.
“Uh huh”, I mumbled. “Why?”
“Nothing”, she said softly. “I can’t sleep, I keep thinking about this.”
“About what?” I asked, turning to face her, and putting my arm under hers, and over and around her back, seemingly innocently. We were in complete embrace now, except for her one arm, laying between our bodies.
“About the wedding, this arranged marriage bullshit.” She continued, as I looked into her eyes. “Di (meaning ‘sister’; referring to the cousin who got married) has no clue what this person is like. ‘Don’t date’, they say. ‘It’s against the culture.’ Having a boyfriend is a crime, the idea of even kissing someone before marriage, no matter how well you know the person, is a sin. A SIN, you understand?” She looked into my eyes, with a glint of fire in hers. “And then this stranger, who’s barely talked to her for a few minutes, would have the right to, THE FUCKING RIGHT to fuck her!” My eyes widened. She wasn’t wrong, but the words she used were, well, unexpected to say the least. “And they don’t even bother about giving the woman her share of pleasure, do they? Just pull up the saree, ram their cocks into the woman’s dry cunt, spill out within half a minute, and it’s goodnight, bye bye!” There was so much rage in her hushed voice, but I could see that that wasn’t all.
“You’re worried about your marriage, aren’t you Varsha?” I asked, looking into her eyes. I noticed that I was immensely attracted to her face in that moment.
“Dad has been going on about looking for a match for me, and that as soon as I’m done with my graduation, they want to…” her voice trailed off. There wasn’t anger in her voice or eyes now. Only vulnerability.
I tightened my grip around her body. She looked up at me, and slowly moved into me, wrapping her leg around my thighs. Her thigh brushed against my dick. She didn’t say anything, just bit her lip, as she looked into my eyes.
With the hand on my arm that went over her body I began to caress her back slowly, and with the other, on which she rested her head, my fingers started playing with her hair.
I wanted to say so many things, to do something, but I was too afraid. We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, when she broke silence. “You remember, when we used to play ‘Prince and Princess’ as kids?”
“Yeah”, I said, making a face. “You guys always made me the Princess”.
She chuckled. “You made a very pretty princess, way prettier than any of us girls.” Her hand that was around my shoulder moved to the back of my head, as her fingers started playing with my hair. Then her expression turned from humourous to something I’ve never forgotten till date. There was an intensity in her eyes that spoke on its own. What she said next couldn’t have had the effect that her eyes did. “And now you’ve grown all tall, and have a beard and moustache,” she sighed, “and yet, you’re still the prettiest, the most beautiful man tha…” I didn’t let her finish, her eyes had already spoken, and I shut her with my lips on hers. She moaned, as I sucked on her lips. First time I’d kissed a girl.
I moved my hand down on the bare uncovered area of her back, and pulled her in even more, my throbbing cock now grinding against her pelvis. She moved down her hand that was between our bodies, and began to fumble with my trouser button, but couldn’t seem to open her. I unwrapped my arm from over her and opened the button, and pulled down the zipper. My arm didn’t go back over her, but moved towards her breasts. I squeezed her boobs from over the fabric, as she pulled down my underwear and got hold of my dick. The sensation of her soft, relatively colder fingers over my burning hot dick was heavenly. I slid my hand under the blouse (a t shirt like garment which ends above the naval, and has clasps at the back like a bra; worn under a saaree), and a moan escaped her muffled mouth, as my sweaty palm pressed against her naked breast. I could feel her hardened nipple, and rolled it between my fingers, squeezing her breast, and she reciprocated by squeezing my dick harder.
“I want my lips around your nipples”, I said as I broke the kiss. My words and the way I spoke lacked any class or romanticism. They reeked of only the carnal, animalistic desire that possessed me at that moment. She quickly unbuckled her blouse, and pulled it up. I could have cum just at the sight of her boobs. I quickly moved in, sucking and nibbling like a hungry animal. The soft skin on my tongue, her hard nipples between my teeth, the flesh I sucked with my lips, the tasteless taste of her skin, it was all getting too much for me, and to add to this, she had begun to stroke my shaft. I moved my hand down, and cupped her sex from over the fabric. I couldn’t fathom how so much heat could emanate from the body, all of this was getting too hot for me, and I was on the verge of cumming. I quickly shoved my hands inside the petticoat (a long skirt like thing worn under a saree) and panties, and moved my fingers between her legs. She was wet. I could feel liquids ooze out of her pussy on my trembling fingers. I began to move my fingers haphazardly, I didn’t know what I was doing, whatever little idea I had from watching porn was being put to use here. I inserted two fingers inside her pussy, as they glided in easily. I was losing my mind, the warmth of her insides on my fingers, the wetness, her shallow breathing, and her furiously moving inexperienced hands on my cock was getting to my head. I buried my nose between her breasts, inhaling deeply, wanting to preserve her musk in my senses forever. I kept on moving my fingers in and out of her pussy, I positioned my arm that was under her head to get hold of her neck from the side and front, my thumb behind her ear, fingers wrapped around, choking her very lightly. And then her entire body began shuddering, and suddenly the wetness grew manifolds. The spasms stopped gradually, as her breathing grew laboured, in an attempt to not make noise. I don’t know what took over me, I pulled my hand out from her pussy, and turned her over, so that her back was facing me. Her hand was no longer on my cock, and before she could ask or say anything, I pulled down the petticoat and panties just enough to bare her ass. I held my cock in my hands and shoved it between her ass cheeks, not knowing where or how I wanted to put it, and began to thrust, in and out. I was told later that I hadn’t entered her, it was just between her thighs, rubbing against her clit, but in that moment it was enough. The heat between her thighs, her wetness coating my cock, the fact that I was, as I thought then, fucking my cousin, the taboo of it, I couldn’t take it any longer as my body began to shudder and I entered a state of trance. I came, harder than I’d ever come before, between her legs, as I pulled her in, clenching my jaw. As it ended, I slumped back, my dick, still leaking, buried between her ass cheeks. The first thing that came to my mind was whether I’d impregnated her, and I decided to buy an anti pregnancy pill in the morning. I pulled out, cleaning off the remaining on the quilt, gross, I know. As I pulled up my underwear and buttoned up my trousers, she also fixed her clothes, and then turned to me, a smile on her face. I checked my phone, 4 am. We had hardly a half hour to sleep, I knew a headache was on its way in the morning, but I didn’t care. I moved my face closer to hers and kissed her, with love more than lust. And gratitude, I suppose.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, she was not longer in bed with me. I looked around, and the hall was almost empty, hardly a dozen people remained, some asleep, some not. My eyebrows shot up. Had I? I checked my phone. 8 am. Fuck, I had missed the ceremony. I got up, gathered my stuff and ran downstairs. The cousin who had married had already left with the groom, as is the end of the final ceremony. I inquired around, to find that ‘she’ had also left with her family, at 6 in the morning, right after the ceremony. I found my parents, chatting with some relatives. We had to leave by 10, so I had a couple of hours to complete my sleep. As I turned to go back upstairs, lost and dazed, my phone pinged. I took it out of my pocket.
It was a message from her.

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