This is a true story, with some literary license. This incident happened when I was touching 20.

After dropping Mintu back in his collage, the bad bumpy road and the undisciplined traffic made the journey last another 5 hours. On reaching back, all of us in the car were legitimately keen to rush to the bathroom to relieve ourselves. Immediately on reaching back, I too rushed to the toilet and relieved my self. When I was using water for personal hygiene, my fingers ran over my slit and I suspected that as a result of my first time sex with Mintu, my slit had perhaps got widened. I got up and walked in front of the mirror and inspected my slit. The slit seemed a little wider. When I probed the mouth of my pussy, with no hymen left, it appeared that the opening had widened a lot. I smiled at myself and realized that after three huge fucks, the slit mouth was wide open and the pussy opening made it clear that a large and fat dick had taken it, repeatedly.

In my collage I narrated some of the details of my sessions with Mintu to my girl friends. They said, “Good God. Tui to daroom chchuti koraychchish ray. Teen teen baar chudiye cheesh? Tao tor bhai chudechey tokay?” (“Good heavens. You really had a great vacation!!! You got fucked thee times in row. And that too by your own brother?”)

I became the most ‘experienced’ girl in the class. The rest of the girls asked me what did the cock taste like. Was it far too big for any pussy to take. Did it hurt? How much pleasure was there.

All the girls who used to flaunt their boy friends and let their boy friends at best steal a kiss or two or caress their breasts in dark restaurants, suddenly paled in front of my experience.

Neeta, who was famous for having got her boy friend to feel her crotch from over her saree was now like a girl guide while I was the uncrowned sex queen of the collage.

My newly gained popularity enhanced my social standing on one hand, and on the other, these few days or regular sexual activity had its toll on my body itself. The breasts had become fuller and my bottom appeared larger and more sexy. The hip has started to swing sexily. I could feel that I was transforming from the moth to a butterfly. The languid beauty of a much fucked girl was visible on my face. Heavy eye lids (with remaining awake long nights and with significant physical activity) and slower gait. Slightly fuller breasts and heavier bottoms.

He had bitten my lips in several places. Initially, my lips were also a little swollen.

In the balance I was looking significantly sexier. Or so the girls said.

While Mintu went back to IIT, for a few days, there was no letter atall. I almost felt that he has had his fill of sex with me and that he has now decided to abandon me. But, after about 10 days, the first letter came.

He wrote,

“Dear Khukumoni:

Thanks for the trip to Digha. On my own I would have never made it. I know you are a little upset I did not write earlier. My apologies. I promise you, I will make up for this deviation from your whispered requests. But the work kept me glued to studies. Or atleast what I could do without my mind wavering into our activities.

My mind keeps wavering into thinking of how we had made love, repeatedly and the unbelievable pleasure that it gave. I have dreamt twice of you sighing, crying out with pleasure, thrashing around in bed and meeting my thrusts with yours and the look on your face when you came.

But what was more disturbing was the thought that we, as cousins had fucked!!! Both of us know that it is taboo.

Like a tiger who has tasted human flesh, I have tasted (literally) your pussy and my dick has entered your love tunnel. The pleasure was just too much. My mouth wants wore. My dick. It is dying for more. Should we stop have sex?

But is this good? Should we continue our relationship? Think. May be, being a girl you need to decide. Since it is you will have to bear the cross. And, let measure you, I would not make love to you, no matter which trick you applied, unless I really loved you.

I do love you. I love you enough to decide to avoid making love to you.

Look forward to hearing from you soon.

Love and kisses – everywhere

Mintu”

When I read this letter, I understood that he was being sincere. And that, there was no way he and I could ever be married. And that he was a real gentleman. That means his reticence was real and not contrived.

I took my time to think and worried that based on this letter, he would not come back and make love to me, unless I replied and he was happy with the reply.

I wrote the response several times and tore it up. Eventually, I wrote back:

“Mintu:

Your letter was no surprise to me. You are a real gentleman. I love that.

At the very outset let me assure you that I don’t care who says what. I don’t care if my Mother comes to know. I don’t care whether the laws in India do not permit relationships between first cousins. I have no regrets on what we did together. And I will bear the cross, no matter what it takes.

Actually, I can’t write as many times as I would have liked to, to be able to say what I truly mean. I truly love you. I wouldn’t have laid out myself to you, unless I meant it.

Why should a tiger eat anything else? When he can get the human meat. And that too without asking.

So. Come to Kolkata soon. Let us be with each other. Whatever that means.

I too have dreamt of what we did together. The mind-blowing peace and pleasure that you gave me.

And what I gave you? That is only a matter of minor detail.

Study hard. Work hard. Write back when you can.

But don’t avoid meeting me. I am and will always be there for you and no one else. I will give you all of myself, with pleasure and for pleasure.

You should know. I love you.

Love and kisses

Khuku

As months slid bye, ever so slowly, his letters became more frequent. As days went bye, he stopped writing of his sense of guilt at having sex with his own first cousin.

But one problem went on bothering him. He wrote stating, “I dream of you, naked and in my arms. My dick goes on the hop. I dream of mounting you and making love to you. And when I feel like really doing it, I wake up to find that you are not there. I feel the emptiness. And my dick is totally frustrated. My problem is that I strongly believe that all my semen is meant to be given to you. What do I do?”

I wrote back to him, “Darling. I don’t mind you shagging, thinking of me. If you tell me the time when you will do it, I will take off my clothes, spread my legs and imagine that you have mounted me and are delivering your powerful and non-stop strokes, one after the others and both of us are screaming and having our orgasm together.

Don’t make it hard on yourself.

I promise you, when you come over to Calcutta next, I will compensate your unrequited love for me in any way you like. I will make love to you as many times as you like. I will do anything to satisfy your lust and passion.

Just come into my arms.

Love and kisses.

Yours truly, Khuku”

The long months of summer, followed by monsoon went bye, while I longed to be taken into his arms and made love to. I could not take it. So, with his exhortations, I masturbated atleast three times a night.

Then as winter approached, he wrote

“Darling Khuku:

With Christmas vacations coming near, I will get four days off. Irrespective of whether I could go across to my parents in Delhi, I would like to visit you in Kolkata. While I am thinking, may be you can help. Please find ways for us to be alone. I want us to be free to do what we like, when we like.

May be, I get to keep you completely naked with me. I have an elaborate plan for you. Can we do that?

Love

Mintu”

I wrote back to him, “Darling, I will try and set up a method, so that we can stay and man and woman for some time. How long? I don’t know!! The moment I have set up the details I will let you know. In the meanwhile I want you to know that you are living in my heart. When I shut my eyes I can feel you in my arms. I can feel your strong arms holding me, kissing me and caressing my naked body. I can feel your urgency and the tender love making.

I miss you.

We shall meet. In the meanwhile concentrate on your work.

Love

Khuku”

I realized that my time a single collage girl were over. I had a strong lover. My own first cousin brother!!! Understanding the need for being close On my way to collage, I stopped at the pharmaceutical store and picked up two months’ supply of contraceptive pills. And started on them immediately.

I realized that Mintu was a darling. He understood my need for being secure from an unwanted pregnancy. He deserved better. He must be able to do it any time and without any condoms. Surely fucking without condoms was better than with!!

As days ticked by, my brain worked overtime to find ways and means of being able to be with him on 24-hour basis without having the burden of worrying that my Mother would be watching. If that were possible, I could enjoy his undivided and undisturbed attention. And I could fulfill my favorite dream.

Finally, I found the best sidetrack that would fool my Mother into not being able to discover my real activities. One of my classmates was from a far away place and she was staying in a one-bedroom apartment in North Calcutta. Her landlord was unobtrusive and did not care what she was upto. She was proceeding to her parents for a vacation at the same time for a week. I talked to her asking whether I could be her guest for two days and nights with my brother when she was away. She knew of my ‘needs’ and agreed readily.

While I devised an elaborate subterfuge plan, I did not inform Mintu immediately since that may disturb his work and studies.

I simply wrote to him that he should not inform my parents of his arrival and arrive when he liked. After all he was a nephew. And in Bengal this is a done thing.

About four days prior to the appointed date, I wrote an ‘Express Delivery’ letter telling him that he should reach the North Calcutta address where I would meet him first. Then we would go to our home. Deliberately I did not give out the entire plan, so that in case something went wrong with the plan, he would not be terribly frustrated.

Then I told my Mother that I would like to spend three days and two nights with my friend Neera in North Kolkata. To assure her, I added that I would call her from the nearby booth atleast once a day.

She agreed. I packed my clothes into a small carry bag and left in our car. The driver dropped me off at about 11 AM and I went upstairs and met Neera. She said, “You are truly a randy bitch!!”

I answered, “Once you get taken by a real man, and you know what that pleasure is, you will stop playing with your clit and want more of that flesh. Then tell me who is more randy and more of a bitch.”

Neera returned my counter attack with, “Whatever it is, I am not getting fucked by my brother. You are!!”

I was stung. If it hadn’t been for my aching crotch, I would have hit her. But, all I could say was, “Be it my brother. He is big. And he performs. Don’t be so uptight. May be, if you behave well with me, I will let you taste what a fuck is like. I will request him to fuck you once. Your boy friends sissy stuff will look like playing with dolls then.”

Neera threw a soft toy at me and said, “No. Thanks I don’t need your help with my pussy.”

Within an hour or so, Neera left for the station by 12 noon.

Mintu’s train from Kharagpur was to reach Kolkata at about 3 PM. He would take about 45 minutes by bus and tram to reach that area. He may take about 15 minutes to find this innocuous place in the middle of a densely populated area. I expected him to reach latest by 4.30 PM.

I was angry that through this whole process I was losing some precious love time. Like the traditional Indian lovers I was looking at the clock and waiting when he the bell would ring. But what could I do?

On the way from my home, I had picked up some Chinese Chicken fried rice and a large bottle of coke. I quickly ate my lunch and decided to sleep in the afternoon. I thought that could give me greater stamina for the long night ahead. Besides, I felt that swollen eyes lids look better for seduction.

I looked around the flat. It had only one room on the roof top of the old rickety house. Two wooden shuttered windows. It was sparsely furnished. It had one single bed with four posts for affixing mosquito nets. It had a functional kitchen and a small bathroom. One small table with a wooden chair. One kind of reclining chair that had been passed off as a sofa chair. Also, below the bed was a kind of camp cot for arranging for additional sleeping area in the flat. There was a small balcony to gaze upon the road in front of the flat.

I changed the bed sheet and took a snooze. Every now and then I would wake up thinking I heard the bell ring. By four PM I got up, brushed my teeth, combed my hairs, took out and wore a crisp fresh Bengali cotton saree with fresh cologne and a touch of kohl on my eyes and wore my light brown lipstick.

I dragged the wooden chair to the balcony and gazed down trying to see a glimpse of Mintu as her tried to look for the flat. By 4 15 PM, I saw him. Tall. Thin. Gaunt. Darker skinned than before. Wearing a beige trouser with a dark sweater on top. He was wearing black un polished shoes. I could see he was having difficulty locating the address. He was asking neighbors the way. I hoped he looked up. Finally he did. I waved at him.

He smiled back, waved and hastened his pace.

I quickly made a trip to the toilet. Eased myself. I was about to carry out the step for feminine hygiene. Then I felt it. It was greasy with juices that I had let flow with the anticipation of what we would do together in this flat.

Quickly I spruced up my looks. The bell rang. My heart missed a beat. I undid the latch and opened the door.

It was Mintu.

He looked around and stepped in asked, “Why was I required to come here?”

“Why do you think I asked you to come here???”

“Because you are a scatty girl. You are capable of everything stupid. That is why.”

I let that insult go. Mintu asked, “Where is your friend who lives here?”

“Why you want HER also, is it?”

“What?”

“No. I mean, do you want her to be here so that you can ask here to take part in our program?”

“What program?”

I was embarrassed. Mintu had to even guessed how deviously I had thought through this meeting for two nights!

I said, “Just sit down and let me tell you the plan.”

He kept his packet of clothes down near the chair and sat down, prim and proper, expecting Neera to emerge from somewhere or the bell to ring etc.

I said, “Just relax. No one is coming here. Neera has proceeded to her home town. I have taken permission from my Mother to spend two nights with Neera and chat. We are alone over here. I arranged all this since I wanted that we find some time to chat with each other with no disturbance.”

Mintu was astounded at my audacity. He asked, “How do we go into your home?”

I said, “Mintu. I have planned that out. You will leave on the third day after lunch and reach my home. I will be missing. You have to ask for me. My Mother will curse me and send for me. I will return by car. In this process, she will never guess, we have been together!!”

He said, “Good God. That is incredible. One has to be careful with you. You are capable of murder!!! Your husband will never know if you are meeting any one else!!”

“And if you are the husband? Then you will know that I am capable of this kind of deviousness, if I want something. And you will check mate my efforts to play truant.”

Mintu had got relaxed and his IIT humor was coming back to him. He said, “Why should I checkmate you??”

I asked, “Why? You would let me go astray?”

“No. I will not check mate you. I will simply mate you.”

“Now that is naughty stuff you are saying.”

“It is not naughty to plan something naughty? Not naughty to do something naughty?” he asked.

I did not respond to his talk. I just got up walked around to the balcony and asked, “Should I shut the door leading to the balcony? And the windows?”

Mintu looked up and said, “No. Just come back here.”

I was nonplussed. I walked back and was going towards my seat. He grabbed my wrist and said, “Khuku. Come here.” And he pulled me close to where he was sitting. As I stumbled near him, he pulled me down and made me sit on his lap.

I hissed, “The door and windows are open. Someone will see us like this.”

“I don’t care.”

He planted a small kiss on my forehead and gave me a nice long squeeze and said, “Why don’t I have bath and get clean?”

“Okay.”

Mintu got up, shut the doors and windows, unzipped his bag of clothes, pulled out a crumpled tracksuit and a long sleeved sweatshirt, a fresh underwear, towel and his toilet bag. He coolly walked to the toilet. Walked in and peeked out and said, “God. The hostel toilet is cleaner than this toilet. Your friend Neera sure has some ideas of dirty living.” He took his towel and toilet bag and walked in. Then he turned around and started to apply shaving foam on his face and was quickly shaving. Then he swung the door to shut most of it and started filling up a bucket of water (no shower here). Then he slowly closed the door and proceeded to have his bath.

His nearly shy behavior and lack of sexual exuberance after seeing me after so many months was, to say the least, maddening.

Soon he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his torso, with a shy look on his face, and said, “The bathroom is so small and wet. One can’t change in there.”

I nodded. Then he said, “You better have bath.”

I started looking for suitable clothes for the day in my small carry bag. As I pulled out the clothes I had, he suggested, “Do you have a skirt with you?”

I did. I fished it out. He moved his head approvingly. I quickly fished out matching set of bra, panty, and matching blouse and got ready to go into the bathroom. While I was getting my clothing ready he slipped into his track suit, combed his hairs, applied some cheap after shave lotion and got himself all set for the evening.

Just as I was going in, he asked, “How much time will you take?”