12-06-2025, 12:51 AM
The Cousin Who Grew Up Too Well
The lights were off.
The only sound was the ceiling fan creaking gently above them, and the soft hum of traffic far below. Abhi lay on the floor, one arm folded under his head, the mat beneath him barely easing the hardness of the tiles.
A few feet above, on his bed, Shravya had curled up under the blanket. But not before leaving behind a trail of confusion in his mind.
“Do you remember when we used to play doctor-doctor?”
The line had echoed inside him even after she giggled and turned away. She was teasing, sure—but there was something about the way she said it. Casual on the surface. Almost innocent. But just… just ambiguous enough to linger in a man’s thoughts.
He remembers that game they used to play, he used to play as doctor and she was the patient.
He turned slightly on the floor, staring at the edge of the bed. Her breathing was slow now. She was asleep.
He couldn’t help it—he slowly, quietly, lifted his head and looked.
The blanket had shifted slightly.
Shravya had kicked one leg free in her sleep, the hem of his oversized T-shirt riding up her thigh. The stretch of soft, fair skin glowed faintly in the light from the window. Her shorts had twisted up one side, revealing more thigh than she likely knew, warm and soft.
Her face looks innocent while she is sleeping and her lips are looking soft and inviting without any makeup. He couldn’t help but looking at them. The deep desire to kiss her lips in her sleep increasing as he is looking at her lips closely.
Abhi’s eyes lingered on the curve of her hip, the way her waist narrowed in from her full thighs, the soft movement of her breasts rising and falling with each breath under the thin fabric of her oversized T-shirt. He can clearly see that she is not wearing any bra underneath that. They looked very soft and hard at the same time.
She wasn’t the girl who used to chase him with plastic cricket bats in summer holidays anymore.
She was a woman now—curvy, uninhibited, and entirely too comfortable around him.
And that comfort was dangerous.
He swallowed and lay back down, staring at the ceiling.
He wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts.
But her scent was on his pillow. Her body was inches away. And in the quiet darkness of the night, even self-control had edges.
The lights were off.
The only sound was the ceiling fan creaking gently above them, and the soft hum of traffic far below. Abhi lay on the floor, one arm folded under his head, the mat beneath him barely easing the hardness of the tiles.
A few feet above, on his bed, Shravya had curled up under the blanket. But not before leaving behind a trail of confusion in his mind.
“Do you remember when we used to play doctor-doctor?”
The line had echoed inside him even after she giggled and turned away. She was teasing, sure—but there was something about the way she said it. Casual on the surface. Almost innocent. But just… just ambiguous enough to linger in a man’s thoughts.
He remembers that game they used to play, he used to play as doctor and she was the patient.
He turned slightly on the floor, staring at the edge of the bed. Her breathing was slow now. She was asleep.
He couldn’t help it—he slowly, quietly, lifted his head and looked.
The blanket had shifted slightly.
Shravya had kicked one leg free in her sleep, the hem of his oversized T-shirt riding up her thigh. The stretch of soft, fair skin glowed faintly in the light from the window. Her shorts had twisted up one side, revealing more thigh than she likely knew, warm and soft.
Her face looks innocent while she is sleeping and her lips are looking soft and inviting without any makeup. He couldn’t help but looking at them. The deep desire to kiss her lips in her sleep increasing as he is looking at her lips closely.
Abhi’s eyes lingered on the curve of her hip, the way her waist narrowed in from her full thighs, the soft movement of her breasts rising and falling with each breath under the thin fabric of her oversized T-shirt. He can clearly see that she is not wearing any bra underneath that. They looked very soft and hard at the same time.
She wasn’t the girl who used to chase him with plastic cricket bats in summer holidays anymore.
She was a woman now—curvy, uninhibited, and entirely too comfortable around him.
And that comfort was dangerous.
He swallowed and lay back down, staring at the ceiling.
He wasn’t supposed to think these thoughts.
But her scent was on his pillow. Her body was inches away. And in the quiet darkness of the night, even self-control had edges.
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