Cousin Under Sheets 8211 Part 2
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My father decided against the trip for work commitments. My mother too decided not to go on the trip, the reason being my father’s absence on the trip. Not that I was complaining. But to think of a paradise where there are no restrictions rejuvenates you.
I’d be lying if I say that I never thought about going on a solo trip. Make some new friends that you’ll remember once in a while you repeatedly play their recommended songs. Or when you experience the same failures or happiness identical to the tales of the stranger. And finally random hook-ups.
I was unaware of the possibilities of random hook-ups on a solo trip. But countless erotica kept my hope alive. Now the issue was finding a companion to tag along with me. I cursed my singleness at that moment. Only if I had a girlfriend. But I do that every damn time when I am sad.
So it wasn’t out of the blue. After having an extensive discussion, which is for 10 minutes and asking two family members about their plans, we decided that cousin Ridhi will be my companion on the trip. Mainly because only two of my cousins have passports and we didn’t have much of a choice.
I’d have preferred her brother because we were compatible with each other. But he had some important plans. The relation between me and Ridhi was similar to any other cousin out there. The relationship between us wasn’t as close knitted as the relationship with her brother, but we got along pretty well.
Three of us talked about everything and made fun of a lot of people together. Good times.
“I’d have picked my girlfriend to go with me on the trip.” I messaged her on Whatsapp.
“But you didn’t or you couldn’t. I am guessing you didn’t, because you don’t have one. And knowing you, I am pretty sure you’ll never get one.” I couldn’t see her but I was sure she had a dirty grin on her face when she was typing that.
“Ouch, you stinky animal. How dare you?”
“Guess I am right as always.”
“I give up. Excited about the trip?”
“You bet.”
“Alright. We’ll meet on the D day then.”
“Sleep tight hugging your pillow, single fellow.”
“Consider yourself dead when you come across me in the future.”
“We’ll see about that.”
We kept in touch throughout the month. What to pack, what type of shoes to wear and schedule in salons. Huh, girls. She asked me about a ton of things despite me begging her not to irritate her. It is a month away for fuck’s sake.
The D day was pretty uneventful. I looked over my belongings for one last time and departed for the airport. I reached Bhubaneswar airport before Ridhi. But the excitement lasted for only a couple of minutes. It was a sponsored trip with a guide. The guide seemed pretty cool but the people surrounding him did not.
They were business dealers with their wives and in their mid-40s. MY excitement level dropped down to 20%. Why 20%? Because I was still pretty excited about visiting a new place. My desperate eyes scanned every member of the group in search of a pretty girl.
I felt like I just lost the chance to meet my potential future ex-girlfriend. How can God do this to me? All I wanted to be a pretty girl in the group so that I can get to know her and probably get friend-zoned. Was it too much to ask for? And just like that, the tale of my romcom ended before it begins.
Such overthinking, much pain. Wow. After a moment of disappointment Ridhi’s car pulled over. I was pretty excited thinking about the fun we’ll have at the summit of boredom. I looked at the car door as she stepped out. Black shoes, pink beige-colored T-shirt and pale blue jeans. And she cut her hair.
It was a freaking bob cut. Gosh, I love short hair. I waved at her with making a weird face. She returned the favor by mocking my action. I was just happy that she was there. Meanwhile, her brother was taking out her suitcases with a happy yet helpless face.
“Thank god, you’re here. Look at the other members of our group.”
She looked over my shoulder only to see some elder people surrounding the guide and looked at me again. It seemed like we were on the same boat. I went over to her brother and we had an extensive talk about sports and the female Homo sapiens I’ll be seeing in Singapore.
Meanwhile, I stole a glance at Ridhi who was in conversation with my parents. The happiness and eagerness on her face were evident. It was time to depart. We bid farewell and entered the airport. Considering the size of other international airports, BBSR airport is fairly inferior by size.
The flight departure was one and a half hours away. It was a connecting flight. We had to change flight at Kolkata.
“Are you disappointed?” I asked Ridhi as we made ourselves comfortable at the waiting lounge after the security checks.
“Why would I feel disappointed?” She asked with a confused look on her face.
“There’s no other handsome guy here except me here.”
“Ouch. That hurts.” I complained as I massaged my arms where she hit me.
“Please look yourself in the mirror before making such a despicable statement.” Ridhi had a sly smile on her face.
No matter how much we irritate each other, I won’t deny the fact that she was gorgeous. I have seen people check her out. She was aware of it. I mean it doesn’t go unnoticed when guys sitting in front of you in the waiting lounge make eye contact with her every 10 seconds.
I leaned back and noticed her behavior. She knew she had their attention. It didn’t bother her and her composer was unfazed. All I could see from behind was her back and her hair (Duhh). She lifted her chin and ran her fingertips on her neck while looking in a different direction.
I wasn’t sure if that’s what she was doing but when I observed the behavior of two guys seating in front of her, my suspicion grew stronger. The glancing became more frequent. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess that they witnessed something good which in the case was a glimpse of her cleavage.
It’s not like you can exhibit your boobs completely in the waiting lounge and get away with it. Hence the only possible answer here was cleavage. I felt bad for her. But a sense of pride unveiled within me when I saw them look at her in amusement.
There was a thirst in their eyes. And I’d be lying if I say that I didn’t imagine the scenery in front of my mind. I reached out to my bag to cover my boner. It wasn’t completely visible but I didn’t want to take any chances.
The journey was quite ordinary. You know the usual process of queuing up and getting into a tube where you are greeted by the figures sculptured by god. You take your seat and go to the back of the plane where they prepare their stroller for a nice walk down the aisle.
You ask them for water when they are at the back of the plane chilling and start a conversation. Thus inquiring about their schedule and ask them to suggest some good places to eat. They oblige. You chat about it for a quite a while and bond over good food choices.
Revealing the fact that you are alone in this new country and don’t know anybody, you ask her out. She replies in affirmative. You feel like spreading your wings and fly in the clouds. But you can’t do that at that exact moment. Cause the flight in doing that for you.
You bid farewell and come back to your seat with a smile on your face. While some people wonder if you have stomach problems considering the time you spent at the back of the flight. And other dudes who witnessed you talking to the hostess thinking “Damn, he’s got game.”
You pass a smile to your new friend and companion while deboarding the flight. That’s exactly how it went. Word to word. Did you think that I’ll change my story after the paragraph? The narration was identical to what happened in real life. I won’t just feed you the false narrative or change my statement in this para.
I will change my story in this paragraph. That didn’t happen. But they smiled at me and served me water honoring my request. And those two guys staring Ridhi earlier were eyeing us whenever they got the chance. Usually Ridhi, But I guess they were trying to figure out the nature of the relationship we had.
That’s pretty much it. We landed at Kolkata airport and waited in the lounge. Ridhi and I were conversing about the random stuff.
“Maybe there weren’t many handsome fellows there. But look around you now,” Ridhi smirked.
“If you think I’ll look at the guys, you couldn’t be more wrong. Look around. It’s like I am in heaven filled with angels. God, they are so beautiful.” I looked towards a group of girls engrossed in their phones.
She looked at them. “Yeah,” She sighed. Her smile disappeared and upon asking about it, her reply was “Nothing. I am just hungry.”
“Why didn’t you eat before leaving then? It’ll probably an hour till they give us snacks.”
“Let’s roam around and see if there’s anything to eat.”
While boarding I noticed a couple from earlier. They were conversing with other members of our group. I didn’t think that they’ll be in our group for the tour. Upon asking Ridhi I came to know that they are indeed in our group. They were in their late thirties and oozing with the newlywed glow.
The husband was discussing the business with the uncle while the wife had a look on her face that screamed, “Get me out of this boring conversation.”
“Maybe we should talk with them? They are not old. Maybe it’ll be fun.” I suggested Ridhi.
“I was thinking the same thing. But once we reach Singapore, we’ll talk with them.”
“Alright.”
Our flight landed around 9 PM. The temperature was moderate. And we were hungry again. The immigration process was pretty smooth. After getting our baggage we boarded the bus which made a halt on the way for dinner at a restaurant. We reached a hotel around midnight. We had to wait for the guide to assign us rooms.
The couple from earlier came over to our sofa and we started talking. Well, I didn’t have to approach them. So that was a relief. It was the usual talk about how tiring the journey was and asking about where are you from. The wife, despite being in the worn-out state tried to keep an interesting face.
I couldn’t figure out if she was genuinely interested or just being polite. But she asked about Ridhi and me. Well, she gave a hoot to our conversation. Thus interested in our conversation. Maybe because we were probably the closest to their age group. I couldn’t figure out her intent at that moment.
Maybe there wasn’t any. Ridhi was on verge of getting irritated and we heard our name called out by the guide. We bid them goodbye and walked to the elevator. The whole conversation Ridhi was acting as if she was not interested. But I looked at her glancing at the wife.
“They seem cool. Right?”
“Yeah. I am just sleepy,” Ridhi mumbled.
I looked at her staring at the lobby from the glassed elevator as we were going up. The room ambiance relaxed us a little bit. She offered me to use the shower first as she had to rearrange some stuff in her suitcase. And no way in hell I was about to miss the chance of getting in the blanket in a cold room wearing my shorts and a T-shirt.
It was a modern sleek bathroom that had the shower area with glass surrounding it and a big ass mirror surrounded by LED lights. I won’t be mentioning the commode and tiles. Oops. I just did. I quickly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. It’s been 24 hours since my dick stood in respect to my imagination.
Probably because I have been traveling and was just tired. It was an unusual realization. I trimmed my pubes four days back. So it was just my dick surrounded by the unnoticeable size of pubes. I decided against touching myself as I just wanted to get into the bed.
I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Ridhi wrapped in a bath towel and seating on the edge of the bed. Unbeknownst to me, she sat there staring into her phone screen. She was leaning forward and her left hand was horizontal between her thighs and boobs.
She was using her right hand to use the phone. It made her boobs rise a little, thus revealing her cleavage to me. The dim yellow lights made her skin look flawless. I stared at her for a couple of seconds. But I looked down as soon as I realized that I can be caught staring at her.
I acted as if I was folding the shirt while coming out of the bathroom and suggested her to freshen up. She put down her phone and entered the bathroom. I wanted to look behind but I was just too scared I guess.
As soon as I made myself comfortable in the bed the fatigue caught on to me. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft like a cloud that embraced me. But the scene I witnessed a few moments back was making my imagination run wild. I couldn’t help but undress her in my mind.
I tried to concentrate on using my phone but my right hand found its way in my shorts. I couldn’t stop imagining her although a part of me wanted to stop. Maybe that’s what made the experience more intense. I got hold of my dick which was already erect from the entire screenplay my brain’s been witnessing.
As I was under the sheets, my dick was lying flat on my belly. Instead of gripping it, I used my finger to rub the base of the penis. I decided not to go with the traditional wanking as I didn’t want to orgasm then. In a minute or two Ridhi came out of the bathroom wearing a short and a tank top.
She looked at me staring at her and asked me with her eyebrows indicating “What happened?” I just nodded and said, “Nothing.” The deed was still in progress but when she came closer to get in the sheets I took my hand out of my pant in an instance.
It was 1 o’clock and we both were tired. My hands were itching to get a hold of her skin. I woke up at 6.30. She was sound asleep. At first, I didn’t realize the position of my hand. But as soon as I tried to get up from the bed I felt my hand on something smooth and buttery.
In a blink of an eye, I pulled my hand. And that’s when my hand brushed off against her navel. That’s when I knew my hand was on her tummy. My morning wood was making a tent when I got out of the bed. Now a ritual had to be performed. The holy ritual of balls scratching as soon as you wake up.
I yawned while performing the ritual with my eyes closed. I glanced at her as soon as the ritual was over. Her eyes were closed but twitching a little as if she was trying to act like sleeping but failed miserably and it made me suspicious. But again I just wanted to pee.
She was up and ready to get in the shower when I stepped out.
“How long have you been in there?” She frowned
“I don’t know. Not my fault you woke up late.”
“Ehh.” She walked towards the bathroom and just before entering she stopped and said: “You move your hands too much in your sleep.”
I just smiled sheepishly and looked away. She was right. I have heard that statement several times and it’s honestly embarrassing. But it made me wonder if I unintentionally touched her somewhere where I was not supposed to.
The familiar faces from yesterday, yet no one was familiar. I looked around to find the couple from yesterday. But all I was seeing was people eating delicious food. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and looked behind only to find the couple from yesterday.
We greeted each other and grabbed our plates. Ridhi wanted me to go ahead and have my breakfast. The couple and I got to talking. But it was mostly the guy talking and the lady just wanted to have her food in peace. Dude left our group to join other people. So it was just the two of us. The wife and me.
“The sausage doesn’t taste that good. I had high hopes for it after watching it on TV,” I tried to break the silence.
“Yes, It’s just salty rubbery meat,” She replied with a disgusted face while biting into it.
“Seriously? How does it taste?” Ridhi said as she pulled the chair out to seat.
“Yeah. It’s…” I couldn’t speak further. I wasn’t dumbstruck. It was just unusual for me to look at her and think that ‘Damn, she looks pretty hot today.’ The white tank top with blue jeans and mustard yellow snickers complimented well with her olive skin.
She’s always been hot. I just didn’t happen to notice that. But being alone with her made my thoughts run wild.
“What?” Ridhi was acting like as she didn’t know why I stopped talking after looking at her.
“It’s nothing.” I knew that Ridhi knew why I stopped. But if I compliment her in front of a stranger that’ll hurt my sibling ego. No way am I telling her that she’s beautiful.
“That outfit suits you,” The wife exclaimed.
“Well, thank you very much. I love your lipstick. What brand is that?” Ridhi complimented her back.
They talked briefly about lipsticks and other stuff for a brief period. I just sat there gulping down my food like a bear I am. I tried to chirp in once in a while. But they were engrossed in their conversation.
And the wife was smiling the whole time. Then the topic of TV series came in. Hell yeah, my strong zone. We chatted for quite a few minutes.
“What should we call you?” I interrupted our conversation with this question.
They both looked at me in unison and it kind of freaked me out.
“I mean you aren’t much older from us. So calling you “Bhabhi (Sister in Law)” or aunty won’t be appropriate. We can call you bhabi if you want.”
Ridhi was confused about the same and nodded in affirmation.
“Avni, you can call me Avni,” She replied with a smile.
The interaction broke the ice between us. It made her more comfortable and we met an individual who was interesting enough to talk to. As the day went on we visited different places. All the places we visited had some things in common. Ridhi and Avni hanging out together for a good period.
Men staring at them with thirst in their eyes and some judging looks from some old folks. Can’t evade that. Three of us got along pretty well. They made me their photographer and in return I got nothing. I felt like a freelancer who’s ignored by their clients after the work is done.
Maybe I am just exaggerating. She was fun to hang out with. Ridhi looked pretty happy and I couldn’t help but admire their beauty in my mind.
“What are you looking at?” I looked up to see Ridhi staring at my phone screen.
“God damn it. You scared me. When did you come here?”
“Maybe a minute or two.”
“Oh, Shit.” I thought to myself realizing that she saw me staring at the picture of her and Avni together on my phone. I was deep in my thoughts. Bare bodies of both of them were on my mind. It was a relief that my hand wasn’t on my boner. I tend to do that sometimes when lost in thoughts.
“I was just looking at the pictures.” I paused before answering her.
“Guess you like some pictures better than the other.” She looked at me playfully and sat beside me. The gushing wind was all I needed before sleep. We had our dinner a while back.
“Avni is fun. Isn’t she?” Ridhi looked at me and asked.
“Yes. She is. Thank god. I thought our trip will be boring with all the old people around.”
“Yeah.”
“You know what; some of those old people are cool folks. I had some interesting conversations with them. I am just being biased.”
“Maybe you’re right. I should talk to the ladies instead of being a bitch.”
“Wow, we are becoming self-aware.”
“I think the weather is clouding our decisions. We are not supposed to be nice to each other.”
“Yeah, you are right. But the weather is too nice to act like a bitch. And we are alone anyway. We can do anything we want. Maybe some gutsy things like being nice to each other.”
“Yeah.”
I expected her to mock me after I uttered the ‘being nice’ part. But no such thing happened. We just kept looking at the sky.
“We have to travel on the bus tomorrow for six hours maybe.”
“I’ll probably sleep for half of the journey.”
“Let’s go to the pool.”
“It’s closed.”
“We won’t get in. We’ll just sit there.”
“Nah. I don’t want to go to the pool now. Let’s just sleep.”
“Alright.”
We entered the room and felt the chill coming from the AC. We scooped in the blanket and as soon as I got in the bed, I threw my t-shirt away. The switches were on her side. She looked at me before turning the switches off and said: “Don’t move your hands too much in your sleep.”
It took me a moment to reflect on what she said as I was thinking about something else. I just gave her a look and closed my eyes. She turned off the lights. I don’t know how I looked from outside when I was trying to sleep. Because I can’t see myself sleeping when my eyes are closed.
But my mind was a mess. “What the fuck did I do yesterday?” “Did I do something inappropriate?” “Why do I feel like a bad person yet my dick is erect?” “If I did touch her what was her reaction?” I just couldn’t sleep. And I just kept imagining my hands all over her body.
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