25-04-2023, 08:49 PM
(This post was last modified: 25-04-2023, 09:18 PM by Alfuk. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
[font=.SFUI-Regular]As I watched Amrutha step out of her home in that stunning dark red saree, my eyes widened in admiration. The color of the saree was so intense that it seemed to be almost glowing in the sunlight. The fabric was still transparent in some places, and I could catch a glimpse of her smooth skin underneath.[/font]
What really caught my attention, though, was the way the saree hugged her curves so tightly that every inch of her body was accentuated. Her waist was visible through the saree, and it was so slim that it looked like that of a newly married bahu. The saree seemed to be made for her, and she carried it with such grace that it was hard to look away.
The way Amrutha dbangs herself in a traditional saree is nothing short of mesmerizing. Her womanly curves are accentuated by the soft fabric, making her a truly tempting sight." I thought to myself
As she walked down the street, every man's gaze was fixed on her, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness over her. She was my cousin, yes, but she was also a woman who stirred something deep inside me that I couldn't ignore.
As she walked in front of me, my eyes trailed after her, and that's when I noticed an auto driver parked on the side of the road, his gaze fixed on her with hunger in his eyes. I couldn't blame him, for I too was captivated by the sight of her in that red saree that seemed to accentuate every curve of her body.
[font=.SFUI-Regular]I imagined that the auto driver must have been biting his lips, imagining the same thing as me - the possibility of her firm and full breasts breaking free from the confines of her blouse. They had grown in size in recent years, and even a small glimpse of them would be enough to send any man into a frenzy.[/font]
As she walked past the under-construction building, my gaze drifted towards the group of low-wage workers. I noticed the way their eyes were fixated on Amrutha's beauty. It was as if they were seeing a divine enchantress, someone to be worshipped and lusted after. The mere sight of her was enough to leave them breathless and longing for more.
[font=.SFUI-Regular]I wanted to wrap my arms around her and shield her from their lustful gazes. But deep down, I knew that even I couldn't resist the temptation that she embodied.[/font]
As I stood there lost in my thoughts, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I couldn't help but think back to the early days of my life when I first laid eyes on my cousin, Amrutha. I remember she used to be this shy, reserved girl who only wore traditional dresses.
But one day, everything changed. It was during a dance rehearsal practice, and I saw her walk in wearing a tight t-shirt and track pants.
As Amrutha started dancing, I was captivated by her energy and passion. Her arms moved gracefully in sync with the rhythm of the music, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. It was as if she had come alive, and I couldn't help but feel the same way.
As the song picked up pace, so did her movements, I noticed how her newly started blossoms in her chest captured my eyes. She had just entered her teenage years, and her body was going through changes that I couldn't help but notice.
As she twirled around, her t-shirt hugged her body tightly, accentuating her curves in a way that made my heart race.
In that moment, I realized that my feelings for her were not just because she was my cousin, but because she was becoming a woman. It was as if I was seeing her in a new light, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty and grace.
As I snapped back to reality, I realized that my feelings for her had never really gone away. The memories of that dance rehearsal practice were etched into my mind so vividly that I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire for her once again.
In my teen years, those thoughts and feelings had consumed me. I would often shag about her, imagining what it would be like to hold her close and kiss her passionately.
[font=.SFUI-Regular][font=.SFUI-Regular]Even now, as an adult, those thoughts still lingered in the back of my mind. I knew it was wrong to have such feelings for my own cousin, but I couldn't help the way I felt.[/font][/font]
What really caught my attention, though, was the way the saree hugged her curves so tightly that every inch of her body was accentuated. Her waist was visible through the saree, and it was so slim that it looked like that of a newly married bahu. The saree seemed to be made for her, and she carried it with such grace that it was hard to look away.
The way Amrutha dbangs herself in a traditional saree is nothing short of mesmerizing. Her womanly curves are accentuated by the soft fabric, making her a truly tempting sight." I thought to myself
As she walked down the street, every man's gaze was fixed on her, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of possessiveness over her. She was my cousin, yes, but she was also a woman who stirred something deep inside me that I couldn't ignore.
As she walked in front of me, my eyes trailed after her, and that's when I noticed an auto driver parked on the side of the road, his gaze fixed on her with hunger in his eyes. I couldn't blame him, for I too was captivated by the sight of her in that red saree that seemed to accentuate every curve of her body.
[font=.SFUI-Regular]I imagined that the auto driver must have been biting his lips, imagining the same thing as me - the possibility of her firm and full breasts breaking free from the confines of her blouse. They had grown in size in recent years, and even a small glimpse of them would be enough to send any man into a frenzy.[/font]
As she walked past the under-construction building, my gaze drifted towards the group of low-wage workers. I noticed the way their eyes were fixated on Amrutha's beauty. It was as if they were seeing a divine enchantress, someone to be worshipped and lusted after. The mere sight of her was enough to leave them breathless and longing for more.
[font=.SFUI-Regular]I wanted to wrap my arms around her and shield her from their lustful gazes. But deep down, I knew that even I couldn't resist the temptation that she embodied.[/font]
As I stood there lost in my thoughts, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I couldn't help but think back to the early days of my life when I first laid eyes on my cousin, Amrutha. I remember she used to be this shy, reserved girl who only wore traditional dresses.
But one day, everything changed. It was during a dance rehearsal practice, and I saw her walk in wearing a tight t-shirt and track pants.
As Amrutha started dancing, I was captivated by her energy and passion. Her arms moved gracefully in sync with the rhythm of the music, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement. It was as if she had come alive, and I couldn't help but feel the same way.
As the song picked up pace, so did her movements, I noticed how her newly started blossoms in her chest captured my eyes. She had just entered her teenage years, and her body was going through changes that I couldn't help but notice.
As she twirled around, her t-shirt hugged her body tightly, accentuating her curves in a way that made my heart race.
In that moment, I realized that my feelings for her were not just because she was my cousin, but because she was becoming a woman. It was as if I was seeing her in a new light, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty and grace.
As I snapped back to reality, I realized that my feelings for her had never really gone away. The memories of that dance rehearsal practice were etched into my mind so vividly that I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire for her once again.
In my teen years, those thoughts and feelings had consumed me. I would often shag about her, imagining what it would be like to hold her close and kiss her passionately.
[font=.SFUI-Regular][font=.SFUI-Regular]Even now, as an adult, those thoughts still lingered in the back of my mind. I knew it was wrong to have such feelings for my own cousin, but I couldn't help the way I felt.[/font][/font]
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)