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My Story (Part 13) by Sharmila Sanyal.

      Sanjay's excitement was just too obvious not to notice.  The front of the meager towel was raised considerably.  He didn't try to hide it from me!  It was a strange affront that I rather enjoyed.  I considered for a moment and said, "Why shouldn't I? Obviously you do!"

"That's different.  I'm... I'm..."

"A boy?" I said as I walked over to the door and closed it shut from inside.

"What...?" There was uncertainty in his voice.

      I spun around and leisurely walked over to his bed.  I sat down on it and held the books out for him.  As he stood in front of me and reached out to grab them from my out-stretched hand, his engorged manhood visibly twitched under the towel... and right in front of my eyes.

"Why did you close the door?" He was still unsure about what would transpire.

"What happens... you didn't answer my question... what'd happen if I did read them?" I was in a mischievous mood and was hurtling towards the point of no return at a break-neck speed.

"Go away, Shona-di!  I don't know..." Sanju was beginning to comprehend my drift.

"But, I know what happens to men..." and, with that, my eyes quite instinctively drifted towards the subject I so 'cleverly' referred to.  Sanju followed my glance and spun away from me.

"O my God!  Shona-di... I'm... I'm..." Sanju stuttered, "I really didn't... !"

"That's OK, Sanju," I tried to mollify, "but how did that happen without even reading these?" I tried to make my interest sound very academic.  I was also quite puzzled by his apparent unawareness of the futility of a moist towel at keeping such biological responses from an onlooker.  I rationalized it as being an oversight during his preoccupation with the situation.  He seemed to have momentarily forgotten that he had only a towel on.

"I... I..." Sanju was still facing the window; and I was fighting a loosing battle to keep my wits about me.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," I said, "don't forget that I'm a medical student and I have seen everything." Of course that wasn't completely true — that thing about seeing everything, I mean.  Cadavers hardly ever responded in that fashion.  It did relax him slightly and he turned around.  The towel was not riding on his manhood anymore.  Nonetheless, the limpness of the used towel did afford a pretty good approximation of his engorged member.  I must say that the ample suggestion of Sanju's 'thing' did not help me cool down.  I could almost feel my own heart beat.

"So, would you please leave? I'll have to put some clothes on." Sanju seemed determined to get rid of me.

"But, don't you have to take care of that too?" yes, I was too far gone to be delicate in my approach.

"Take care of what!?" There was a shocked stupefaction in his voice.

"Don't be coy, Sanju," I calmly pointed out, "as if you don't know what I'm talking about."

"But... but... Shona-di!" His face was red — and his poorly concealed member started betraying his comprehension.

"What 'but'?" I pressed on.

"Surely... you don't... OK!" He tried to smile and added, "OK, go outside and I'll take care of this." He gestured, with his eyes, towards the rapidly re-developing hard-on under his towel.  I could tell that it had become hard (...now, there is a pun for you) for him to keep his 'thing' from turning into an embarrassment.  To him, I was still an elder 'sister'.

"Why do I need to go out?"

"Shona-di!"

"Well, you didn't ask me to wake up and go out — the other night!" I dropped the bomb, and immediately detected his embarrassment lose its vigour.  He would not — in a million years — have suspected that I was awake while he derived pleasure from my proximity.

"Shon... what!  What are you talking about?" He whispered incredulously.

      I looked straight at his eyes and explained... as succinctly as I could.  He sat back on the bed with his face covered between his palms, his adolescent cock completely limp by then.  For a few moments there was a palpable silence in the room.

"Oh my!  I am sorry, Shona-di," he spoke from between his palms, "I'll never do it again, please... please do not say anything to Ma or Baba." I detected a slight tremor in his voice and I quickly put his fears to rest.

"Are you crazy?" I said as I slid up beside him on the bed, "I wasn't going to tell anybody."

"You weren't?" He looked up and at me with more puzzlement in his eyes.

I rested a hand on his back (and it sent a shiver down my body) and softly said, "No, silly rogue!  In fact it felt rather nice!" God, I was impatient!  "And what am I going to tell... that I let you do it against me?"

"Why... I mean... why did you?" Sanju sounded perplexed as he wondered aloud.

"Why do you think?" my response was a noncommittal whisper.

"What?!  Really?" Sanju's excitement was starting to show again as he asked a second time, "Really... you... you liked it?"

"Hmmm..." I nodded.

"So, what now?" Sanju said in a much relaxed voice.

"I don't know; this is your room and you do what you want to." I found myself saying in an undertone.

"In front of you?" Sanju sounded unsure, if with a hint of anticipation.

"Well..." I paused and took the final leap, "I could help... you know..."

"Help? O my God!  Shona-di..." no longer bothering to hide his arousal, Sanju fell back on the bed, his feet still on the floor.  The towel parted from the side, completely baring his right leg from his waist down.  His manhood was now in full erection, pushing the towel up between his legs.  I saw it twitch again!

"You want me to?" I was clearly seducing my fifteen-year-old cousin.  His handsome looks had lit my fire already, for which I had silently censured myself before.  Now, with the naughtiness developing in just the past fifteen minutes or so, the reason for self-criticism seemed to have disappeared.  I reasoned with myself that Sanju was old enough to enjoy sex, so I was not the corrupter!

      I was breathing so heavy and shallow that I felt hypoxic.  I had to draw in a deep one just to keep myself from passing out.  I stood up and stepped up to the window.  There were rips in the smoky clouds overhead, letting some sunlight stream through.  Down below, the small canopy and the enclosure for the cooking was finally being taken down by two men.  I drew the curtain shut.  It only covered the lower two- thirds of the window and was not even heavy.  Indeed, one could see through the material.  But, it gave me a sense of privacy.

"Want to read some of this?" I heard Sanju ask and I turned around.  He was lying on the bed with his head resting on the only pillow.  He held one of the books open in front of his eyes.  I looked again at his towel.

      It was gone!  His erection had completely disappeared!  How could that be? There was not even the trace of you-know-what where it had stood like the centre-pole of a tent.  Needless to say, I was not a little perplexed.  Here I was, titillated to no end at the knowledge that my proximity in the room had brought about the enviable effect on my adolescent cousin, while it appeared that he needed some added stimulation from the books.

"What happened to you?" I couldn't help inquiring.

"What?" Sanju looked up at me.

"There?" I pointed out.

"Nothing... Oh, I see." He chuckled and uncrossed his legs.  The 'thing' popped back up, standing up in attention as before — holding the towel like a tent.  I laughed out.  "So, do you want to read this story?" He asked again.

"Do you?" I asked back.

"I like this one." Sanju handed me the book with the page open.  I was glancing through that one a while back and, I must admit, it caught my fancy and started me flowing.  It was about the 'boy and the maid'.  The attractive maid discovers the son of her employer, on the roof of the house, masturbating.  She forgets her chores and approaches the boy with a proposition that he cannot refuse.  Later, I have had fantasies about such incidents; and maybe, time permitting, I will post the translation.

      I had no need for any raunchy story.  I wanted to see Sanju masturbate.  I handed back the book to him and said, "You read if you have to." I then sat down beside him on the bed and looked at his towel again.

"Do it..." I said.

"You really are serious, aren't you?"

"Sanju!  Are you trying to be coy again?" I was perplexed.  Perhaps, he was trying to be absolutely sure.  I later realized that it was quite natural.  After all, from what he told me later, it was literally his dream come true.  "I just want to see how you do it." I added, standing up, once again trying to make my interest in it sound rather academic.  However, I could not hide the urgency in my voice from myself.

"OK... if you insist." Sanju, too, took the cue from me and tried to sound disinterested in the action; as if the demonstration that was about to follow was purely for my benefit.

      He turned over on his stomach and — with the book open in front of him — started to move his buttocks very slowly.  Reading the story silently, he moved with a back and forth motion... slowly, very slowly.  I could see that he enjoyed every stroke as he mentally stimulated himself with the titillating story.  I enjoyed watching the ripples on his bare back and bare legs.  With each of his simulated coital thrust, my vaginal muscles were contracting and the distended nub between my legs was begging to be touched... to be sucked... to be squeezed.

Suddenly — the visual delight notwithstanding — I felt insulted and left out!  I was being ignored!  I felt marginalized by that book, and I decided to act on it.

"Sanju," I sat down beside him and said, "is that the only way you do it?" I was curious, too.  He stopped moving and put the book down.  He turned his head to look at my eyes.  I saw a boldness in his eyes that was missing earlier — and it was exciting!

"Hmm," he moaned out his answer.  I saw his jaw clench as he looked at me with unmistakable lust in his eyes.

"I thought... boys also use their hands..." I threw a suggestion tentatively.

"Yeah... but I usually do it this way." He started to rock again.

"I want you to use your hand."

"Why?" He exhaled.

"I want to." I was breathing heavily too.

"Nnno." He continued to thrust, but his rhythm had slowed considerably.  He was holding his breath with each forward thrust and I could see his muscles flex.

"Why not?"

"Because... nnnggg... I can't... now... this way it... feels good."

"I can do it for you... if you like," I said desperately without thinking.

"Go away!" He stopped.  "Are you serious?"

"Hm, hmm." I nodded.

      Sanju turned around and sat up cross-legged on the bed.  The towel was no longer secured properly at his waist.  His erection pushing the towel up, his right leg was now completely bare.

I reached out with my left hand and placed it on his cock tentatively.  I felt it jump a couple of times under the towel.  I clenched my teeth to keep me from going insane between my legs.  I was feeling the crotch of my panties clinging to my cunt lips.  I mustered my courage and crossed the invisible mental barrier.  I grabbed his cock in my fist from above the towel.

"Nnnnnnngh... aaaah... no..." Sanju closed his eyes and put is head back as he groaned.  My first!  The first cock I grabbed ever!  It was hard as a rock!  It was thick!  I could feel its heat through the towel.  I did not dare uncover it.  I wasn't sure if I would like to look at it.  It wasn't Sanju's cock that I cared for, it was Sanju's beautiful body — half-naked — that I wanted to pleasure.  The cock was just a medium to me at that moment.

"Like it?" I asked as I moved my fist up and down along the length of his penis.

"Oh... Oh..." Sanju opened his eyes and looked down where his lusty cousin held him.  "Nnnnngggghh... Shona-di... yessss... my God!"

"You may lie down if you want..." I looked at his face and smiled.  I think I was afraid to let any other kind of tension take the place of this wonderful tension of forbidden contact.

"This... is... fine," Sanju panted. Stretching his legs out and supporting his torso with his hands, he reclined slightly back.  I did not let go of the warm hardness that was throbbing in my fist.

"Shall I hold it tighter?" I asked.  I was educating myself!

"If you like..." He breathed out his response through his clenched teeth and closed his eyes.  Then, as if remembering suddenly, he said, "Shona-di..."

"Hmm?" I looked at his eyes.

"Shona-di... what about you?" He was also looking at my eyes directly, perhaps trying to understand my needs.  I thought that was sweet of him.

"What about me?" I asked demurely.

"I mean... you know... don't you... aren't you...?" He didn't know how to ask the obvious.

"Yes!  I am." I said with a weary smile.  Boy!  Was I ever!

"Will you... I... I... aaaahhhhng..." he could not finish what he started to say as I had started to massage his manhood in earnest. His moan was rather loud in my ears.

"Shhhh..." I gestured with my right hand as I kept up my up and down pumping motion with my left.

"But... but... I... I could... do it... to you... Shona-di." He had started to buck his hips in rhythm.  His face was drawn and eyes half closed. The fair skin on his cheeks flushed.

"No... not now... you finish." I heard myself say.  That was the 'big sister' in me trying to salvage whatever could be salvaged from this unqualified immorality.

"Yessss... I... Oh... Oh... I... Aaaaahhhhnggggh...  aaaah... aaaah... aah... ah... ah..." Sanju heaved and his cock started jerking in my fist.  I felt its spasmodic response as my cousin came under the towel.  I kept squeezing and pumping him with the momentum of my own fiery excitement.  He fell back against the wall — limp and blissfully exhausted — as I continued my milking, till his cock began to lose the steely feel.  I held it through the towel and felt it soften.  I could have as easily come with him if I wanted to; but I forced myself to keep my thighs apart and away from my distended love-bud.  I guess that same 'big sister' didn't want to lose control.

      As I stood up from the bed, Sanju looked up at my face and recognized the arousal.  I am sure the condition I was in, it was not hard for even an inexperienced adolescent to discern.  He was, by then, almost naked save where the damp towel lay, barely hiding his privates and the spending.  I could not look at his handsome form, prone on the bed, without entertaining further possibilities.  So I looked away and pretended to rearrange my saari that had gotten a little disheveled through all the preceding activities.

"What will you do now?" Asked Sanju.

"You mind your own business and get dressed." The sharpness in my voice discordant even to me.  It was the self-imposed carnal frustration, I think.

"Are you angry?" Sanju asked in the most boyish tone.  I had to look at him and reward him with a big reassuring smile.

"Don't be silly, Sanju!  What happened was quite natural... under the circumstances." I spoke with a gentle authority — as a 'big sister' would in other situations.  It was my way of rationalizing the afternoon's indiscretion.  Something in my own mind also forecast another encounter... may be a little more intimate.  "I have to go downstairs before people start missing me."

      Indeed, nearly an hour had passed since I had entered his empty room.  I opened the door with extra caution as if the sound of the cross-bar would alert everybody to our naughtiness...

      As I stepped out of the room and looked around, I found my name-sake looking up at me from the courtyard down below.

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(To be Continued)