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My hand brushed his as I reached for the salad bowl. Twenty years later, I still shivered at the contact. Of course, back then I was a gangly teenager drawing hearts on photographs of my exceptionally handsome and accomplished cousin. Such a reaction and a subsequent release of bodily fluids would be expected of me.

But this was unacceptable. I was older, knew more men now than I did back then, and was – in – a – relationship! I tried repeating that reminder till the main course commenced and forgot all about it the minute my much adored cousin asked me about my whereabouts these days.

I ignored my dry mouth and the rest of the company and delved into a fascinating conversation with the bane of my panties for the rest of the evening. A gathering of close family ensured that nobody would take offense to our exclusive dialogue, and my boyfriend was busy devouring my aunt’s famous falooda anyway.

In-between pauses in our talks, I took note of the lines age had carved in his features. He took after our (and my favourite of the family) grandfather in both spirit and demeanour and I couldn’t help but feel a tad ecstatic about being in his company. What’s more, I wasn’t a troublesome child in his eyes any longer!

Oh yes, I was definitely anything but child-like with him tonight. He had noticed my deep-cut neckline and much exercised waist. His eyes had drifted more than once towards the deep green vee framing my cleavage, his hands had briefly spanned my waist when steering me towards a more secluded corner of the living room.

Does he know the roguish thoughts I’m having about him right now? I almost blurted it out and before I could spoil a perfectly good conversation, I excused myself to visit the bathroom.

A glance at the mirror revealed a woman in deep lust. There was no way he could have ignored that.

Lowered myself on the edge of the tub, I spread out the swirl of my skirts about my thighs. The rough crêpe-like fabric chafed against my sensitized skin – the idiotic tailor had missed out on a comfortable lining for it. I longed to step out of the wild concoction of crepe and silk. I rested against the cool marble of the bath unit and idly stroked the skin under the dress. Aah, that felt good.

I closed my eyes for a respite from the heady evening and… CLICK.

Suddenly I could see his head. Lowering. His tall frame kneeling in front of me. He was doing something. He was cutting my skirts into strips! I tried to express my indignation. He cupped my mouth.

I sat back and spread my legs wider, hoping he’d take the hint. I wondered what he was up to.

He gestured towards the tub and said, “Get in and stand up.” I obeyed. “Raise your hands above your head and join them together.” I obeyed.

He tied my hands to the shower head. The evil bastard! I had to stand on my toe tips to keep my balance. The bodice of my dress strained tight against my breasts – I was ready to spill out! My face reddened and I couldn’t tell anger from arousal any more.

He stepped into the tub, swanky suit and shoes et al and stood before me. Admiring me. Well, this was new; might as well see where this goes.

“What about the rest of the family?” I asked. “Won’t they wonder where we have disappeared?“

“All taken care of, my dear cousin. I’m supposed to be showing you around my model train workshop. I told them it might take a while.“

“And what if someone needs to use this bathroom?“

“They won’t, but just in case…” And with that, he gagged me!

I twisted my body and nearly sprained my ankle in those damn heels. This was getting painful.

Not to mention, one of my breasts was now thoroughly exposed. This is what happens when you want your teenage crush to notice a rather more of you than is deemed decent. I inwardly cursed.

He had noticed it and he picked up another strip of my skirt in his hands. The deep green strip looked lethal wrapped tight around his hands and before I could take another breath, he stretched it tight across my showing nipple and razed it. I wanted to gasp from the sensation. Instead, my mind took a slow dive into it. It was at this point that I thought it best to let go of whatever inhibitions I had.

He might be a sadist, but he wouldn’t dare inspire his mother’s  – my aunt’s wrath.

Added to which, I was enjoying this depraved situation we were in. To finally be the object of lustful attention of a person you spent nearly your entire teenage life drooling over was powerful. Even with one breast peeping out and my elegant skirt in shreds and my hair out of its neat bun, I was filled to bursting with the sense of power I was enjoying.

He was razing the fabric against my nipple. To and fro, in a steady rhythm and I was beginning to get sore. Suddenly he stopped and bent his head to take its throbbing tip in his mouth. At the same time, he inserted a finger in me.

I whimpered. I needed more.

“Want more do you?” Gosh, he could read my mind? “Then why have you settled for that git I see sweet-talking my mother?” He viciously thrust two fingers in me.

Well hello. This is news now. I questioned him with my eyes urging him to go on.

“If there is (thrust, bite) anything (nip, thrust) I hate (slap, bite) more in this world (kiss, bite), it is watching beauty and brains go to waste. Especially where my own cousin is concerned.” And just like that, with that incredible period to that stupendous monologue, my insides shattered.

We were both breathing hard at this point and I looked up weakly at him – a slightly glazed look replacing the newly departed puzzlement in my eyes and passion and want shining starkly through his. I was unabashedly delirious!

I looked down at his crotch and he seemed fit to explode. I mumbled something about wanting him and he took off the gag from my mouth.

I inhaled deeply and with the husky edge of ecstasy lacing my voice I told him, “I had no damn idea my own cousin was for my taking! Now come here and let me show you all that I had in mind for you over the years.“