The Summer of 1988 – Pt. 01

“Do you want to see me without a bra?” — those words rang in my ears as I experienced a hundred emotions. Shock, fear, disbelief, and extreme lust. This was my cousin Trupti who was four years older. I was in college and we were in Bangalore for summer holidays,. I was devouring Sidney Sheldon novels by the day, and I couldn’t believe my ears. It was like on those characters had come alive in our house.

“Hey why are you thinking so much? If you do as I ask, I will pull it up”, she pointed to the Metallica logo on her black tee. “Take it off” I whispered, not believing what I heard.

How could I talk to her like that? I was in awe of her. She was a Mumbai girl who threw caution to the wind. The type of girl we called ‘fast’, winking knowingly, and smiling. Secretly we always wanted a girlfriend like that, but we never dared. And Trupti was my first cousin, almost my sister. I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.

During the first week of our vacation in the colony, Trupti had made friends with a boy. He was much older than us but liked the attention he was getting from her. One afternoon, when everyone napped, I thought I’d go down to the library and get myself a novel to read. This was before 24-hour TV, and the internet and reading was the only way to keep oneself busy.

As I walked down the stairway, I suddenly heard noises and glanced down to see Trupti and the young man making out on the stairway below me. My reaction was immediate silence. I froze and hid myself as much as I could and watched intently. I hadn’t watched any porn until then and this was my first exposure to the flesh. Trupti had her top pulled up all the way to her shoulders. So high that her bare breasts were covered by her hair. And the boy had his face buried in between the little mangoes, his hands furiously kneading them. My eyes popped as I watched her top naked body. Fair smooth skin with the best breasts I had ever seen. They were in fact the first pair that I had. Like mangoes, they hung heavy but pointed out into erect pink nipples.

As he moved his mouth to one of her nipples, she sighed and threw her head back and looked up directly at me. I froze and turned red. Her eyes widened but she stayed calm. Her face mixed expressions of anxiety and pleasure and she chose wisely. She lowered her gaze and focus back to him and went on as if nothing had happened. She didn’t let him touch her below the waist, but he feasted on her topless young tight body for an eternity.

I had to relieve myself and I rushed back into the bathroom. Behind closed doors I replayed what I had just seen in slow motion in my head while by hand worked furiously on my tightness until I sprayed the floor. After cleaning up as I walked into the living room, I heard her come in. She gave me the sweetest smile as she walked past into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “Want to go to the terrace? We can play some cards or listen to songs. Come!” she said and walked out of the house. I followed her like a meek mouse, not knowing what to expect.

The terrace was empty as it was a few hours until sunset and generally people came up to walk and gossip only then. Trupti was sitting on a ladder that led up to a water tank, her skirt bunched around her knees and the black tee neatly over her. She looked beautiful in the sun with her wavy hair swaying to a gentle breeze. I walked up and stood a few feet away trying to peer into the horizon to spot what she was watching. “Sit down dumbo” she said in her usual bossy way. “Why do I have to tell you everything?”

I sat quietly. We both looked away into the distance, a thousand thoughts going through me. “Did you like what you saw?” My jaw dropped and my face turned crimson. She chuckled at my discomfort. “You’re such a kid man. First time you saw something like this?” My meek nod made her burst into a giggle. “Did you like it? Do you want to see some more?” she continued, much to my discomfort.

She gave it a few moments and then asked in a much softer tone “do you want to see me without a bra?” Sensing my hesitation, she continued “hey why are you thinking so much? If you do as I ask, I will pull it up.” “Take it off”, I whispered looking at my feet. “Huh?” it was her time to be surprised. “If you take it off I will do whatever you say” I mumbled. “You bloody naughty kid!” she reached down and tousled my hair. “Saala chalu hai re tu!”.

I managed a smile. I felt courage rush into my heart and lust into my loins. I had never heard of incest until then, but I realized that Trupti was no longer my sister. She was a beautiful woman with a body to be lusted after and made love to. Holy moly!

“What do you want me to do?” I asked anxiously. I would do anything to be with her now. “And how do we do this?”

“Do what?” she squinted to me with the sun in her eyes.

“You know….” I pointed to her breasts. “Oh, don’t worry, come with me, I’ll show you”. I followed her as she went into a dark little niche under the water tank. It protected from direct view and provided a bit of privacy. “Here?” I was still undecided. “There’s no one hear at night” she smiled. “Come let’s go for a walk”.

As we walked around the terrace, she told me what she wanted me to do. Her boyfriend had asked her to come to his house as he lived alone all day. His parents returned only in the evening from work, and he had his house to himself all day. Trupti wanted me to cover for her absence during those couple of hours and ensure that the elders didn’t realise what she was up to. In return, after dinner every night, she would take me upstairs after dinner and show me her breasts in the little niche under the water tank.

I was thrilled at the arrangement. It was easy since none of the elders were up in the afternoon, and I would become a man in the evenings. What a neat arrangement, I thought. All in the privacy of my home, and with a girl nobody would suspect I was fooling around with. It was godsend. “Can I get a quick look now?” I asked sheepishly. She glared at me “I’ll slap you if you act smart with me”. That was sisterly talk and all the lust flew out of my head in a jiffy.

The next day was as if I was living a different life. Everything at home seemed sexy. My eyes wouldn’t leave Trupti as she went around her chores. Even the old cotton nightgown gave me moments of lust as I caught the silhouette of her breasts and body as she walked past the windows or bent to pick up something from the refrigerator. I couldn’t wait for the afternoon to go by and the sun to set.

The hours rolled on agonizingly slow. As everyone retired for the siesta, Trupti winked at me and slipped out of the house. As time went by, I kept on imagining what she must have been doing but resisted my erections and a massive urge to jerk off. I was saving for that evening and didn’t want to blow off steam.

Finally, she came home. She looked impeccable, not a hair out of place. On her face was the glow of achievement. Well into her 20s, this was the first time Trupti had pushed her boundaries and done something that SHE wanted to do. And she smiled and nodded to me in gratitude. I was ecstatic! I couldn’t wait for payback.

As we cleared the table after dinner and everyone gathered around the TV to watch those few hours of entertainment, I was on tenterhooks. When would we go up? Would she let me see her breasts? What would I do if she did? I paced up and down the balcony restlessly. Finally, I caught her eye and signaled upward at the terrace. She nodded.

After 10 minutes she announced that she was going up for a walk. “Want to come?” she asked my younger cousins, ignoring me. All of them declined. “I’ll come” I blurted. “Ok” she smiled and slipped out of the door. A minute later I followed, trying not to look too eager. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and burst through the terrace door. She burst out laughing as she looked at me from the far wall.

As I walked up to her trying to look nonchalant, I checked her out in the darkness. She was wearing a regular white t-shirt and capris. I trembled with excitement and nervousness as I stood next to her. “How was it?” I asked breathlessly. “It was good. Thank you for covering up for me. You’re a good partner”, she smiled. “Anything for you” I said while my eyes travelled to her breasts.

“Oh, that’s what you’ve been waiting for huh?” she teased. I smiled as my ears burned from nervousness. “Is this your first time?” I nodded. She giggled. “Well, you’re very lucky to start with me”. I nodded vigorously as she giggled some more.

“Come” she whispered and reached for my hand. “You’re trembling. You’re such a kid, man!” she laughed. She led me into the niche. It was darker than the terrace and my eyes were still adjusting. “Shall I?” I heard her ask. “No wait, I can’t see anything”. Some more giggling as she walked out and then back in so I could see her better. I wanted to reach out to her and pull her to me. Although younger, I was taller than her and sinewy. I could have easily pinned her down, but I wanted to do nothing that would jeopardize tonight.

In a few seconds my eyes adjusted, and I could see her better. “Well?” she sounded irritated. “Ok but slowly please”. The words barely came through my parched throat and her hands flew to her waist and in one swift moment she raised her t-shirt to her shoulders. Everything moved in slow motion after that. Trupti stood there bunching her tee under her chin, baring the most beautifully shaped pair of breasts that I had ever seen. Full, perky mango-like breasts with pointy pink nipples on them. I stood frozen ravishing her with my eyes. Her slim waist flowed below those mounts and then flared out into beautiful hips. And in the middle of those hips stood a magnificent deep navel which dove into her capris. My jaw dropped and I stared at her. She smiled and pulled it down. “Happy?” she asked.

I was crestfallen. “I thought you would take it off! Wasn’t that the deal?” I asked. “Don’t be greedy, everything on one day?” “Yes, yes yes. Or else tomorrow I wont help you” I insisted. “Oh, my little cutie, I know you will” she said as she held my cheeks in her fingers and pulled them. “Oh, come on, this was too short, some more time” I pleaded.