Between Me and my Cousin-aunt. E1
Let me begin with the customary caution, the usual 18+ warning you carelessly skip while visiting ‘certain’ websites. 🔞
I think it serves the same purpose here, since you knowingly opened this story marked in the peculiar genre it belongs to. 😉
Brace yourself,but I may disappoint you a bit.
You are going to read my first story here. Pardon me, for I am an inexperienced in this field, and was a “bad writer” according to my class 10th English teacher. You could skip the first few lines down there, it may save you from some boring background info.
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The first few lines: which you may skip 😐
“One of these boring days while scrolling past social media, I found a newfound interest to finally open and read the common “10 TIPS TO REDUCE STRESS” that pops up in my feed every other day. The fourth tip in that post was “ writing your problems in a piece of paper relieves you.”… and that brings me here.
Some of you may ask, “you could have pour your heart into a paper, why bother us?”😬
Well, first thing, I am writing this during my spare time in my office, and we follow a paperless office culture strictly.
And secondly, I believe sharing is caring, so why should I spare my problems from that belief.
Jokes apart, some may be curious.
“ Fine, but you could have used social medias to share it, why a writing platform?”
I have an answer for you. The story you are going to read could be a taboo for at least 99 percent of Indian households, and the rest 1 percent I haven’t met so far. I cannot share it without the risk of being judged in a place where you know me, or most importantly, the characters in this story. The names were changed a bit obviously due to privacy concerns. But I have stayed true to the happenings. These are some incidents which happened to me when I was still a boy, some experiences which haunts the man I became.”
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The rest few lines: a.k.a. The STORY: “Between Me and my Cousin-aunt.”
Ep1. The Cousin-Aunt.
April, 2009.
During my the short holiday I enjoyed right after my class 9th results and before the forced vacation classes, I realized my much anticipated desire.
I browsed into the other side of internet, and discovered an unseen side of myself. My parents went to workplace and I was in company of my father’s windows xp OS hp desktop and a limited quota of BSNL modem internet. Those were a luxury back then. At first, I was slightly terrified whether my father could find this out. But I was confident in this ‘little crime’ since I had followed all the necessary precautions suggested by some of my much more experienced classmates back in school… and I was successful. As days passed, I became so engrossed in them, and even yearned for experiencing the same in person. I fantasized about having a steamy session with Mahima, the cutest classmate from another division and EVS club teammate on whom I had first and the only serious crush which lasted for about two years until she changed school.
I used to spend hours before the computer, drooling over Orkut profiles of popular girls, weirdly fantasizing scenarios which would never happen, and scrolling with left hand through different sites, while my right hand was busy somewhere below . Of all the types of videos I explored, the ones which gripped my mind was the ones between relatives in a family. If you know, you know.
And the reason for the same was Priyanka.( Original names are not used. I chose this name since she slightly resembles Tamil actress Priyanka Arul Mohan.;Back then my celebrity crushes were Nayanthara, Vidya balan etc.. When I watched Tamil movie Doctor, I found a striking resemblance with the heroine and my aunt, so I thought I would carry on the narrative with the name.)
Priyanka is my technically my aunt, my father’s younger brothers wife; but I haven’t called her “aunt” in my life even though I call her husband “uncle”. She was twenty-one, barely completed nursing degree when she married my thirty-four year old uncle, in 2003. In fact the age gap between me and her was lesser than the age gap between her and her husband. And being a child studying in fourth at the time, I found it nonsensical to call her an aunt, it felt like an insult. She was only like one of those older cousin sisters in family. You see, “cousin-aunt”.
(Honestly, I never thought of her age back then, she appeared younger than she actually was. Its only now, I think of my foolishness while I jot down these details.)
My mother tried to correct me. I remember my mother rebuking me for calling her “priyanka-chechi”. (Chechi is the term we use for elder sister in Kerala). I felt that she was too young to marry, especially to marry someone older, like my uncle. But it was not just me who found their age difference absurd. I can remember some conversations between several members of my family which I eavesdropped in the disguise of a little unsuspecting kid. I can recall my father’s elder sister telling my mom that the entire ‘arranged marriage’ was only because of my uncle’s wealth and status. He worked in shipyard as a site engineer back then. He was a subject for envy for any of his counterparts in our family, and his marriage added more oil to the flame. Those who thought he would remain a bachelor his entire life, was indeed surprised when he married 13 year younger beautiful Priyanka.
She truly, was a gem. She blended with my family with ease and some of the complaining mouths were forced shut with her friendly attitude. She moved with my uncle to Kochi. She became a mother the next year, and stopped working at a clinic to look after my little cousin brother, Aadhi. My father’s mother moved to their flat to give her company shortly after, when my uncle was posted to Pune.
I visited them whenever we passed Kochi. They paid a visit when uncle was back for vacations. We met a few times during family functions, marriages and funerals. I even stayed there a couple of times during Onam vacations when all our cousins met together at their house. I was the youngest cousin second only to new-born Aadhi. Soon, the cousins get-together reduced in numbers, it was merely me and my younger brother staying there during vacations. We played together, our bonds grew stronger…and so did my bonds with my ‘cousin-aunt’. For me, Priyanka was just like an ‘elder cousin sister’ until I was 15; Precisely, before April 12th,2010. An year after I was familiarised into the world of erotic fantasies, during the two months vacation I spend at my uncles house before joining class 11th
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I am eager to share what happened on the April of 2010... and I'm jotting it down for the second episode.
© loop
I think it serves the same purpose here, since you knowingly opened this story marked in the peculiar genre it belongs to. 😉
Brace yourself,but I may disappoint you a bit.
You are going to read my first story here. Pardon me, for I am an inexperienced in this field, and was a “bad writer” according to my class 10th English teacher. You could skip the first few lines down there, it may save you from some boring background info.
********
The first few lines: which you may skip 😐
“One of these boring days while scrolling past social media, I found a newfound interest to finally open and read the common “10 TIPS TO REDUCE STRESS” that pops up in my feed every other day. The fourth tip in that post was “ writing your problems in a piece of paper relieves you.”… and that brings me here.
Some of you may ask, “you could have pour your heart into a paper, why bother us?”😬
Well, first thing, I am writing this during my spare time in my office, and we follow a paperless office culture strictly.
And secondly, I believe sharing is caring, so why should I spare my problems from that belief.
Jokes apart, some may be curious.
“ Fine, but you could have used social medias to share it, why a writing platform?”
I have an answer for you. The story you are going to read could be a taboo for at least 99 percent of Indian households, and the rest 1 percent I haven’t met so far. I cannot share it without the risk of being judged in a place where you know me, or most importantly, the characters in this story. The names were changed a bit obviously due to privacy concerns. But I have stayed true to the happenings. These are some incidents which happened to me when I was still a boy, some experiences which haunts the man I became.”
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The rest few lines: a.k.a. The STORY: “Between Me and my Cousin-aunt.”
Ep1. The Cousin-Aunt.
April, 2009.
During my the short holiday I enjoyed right after my class 9th results and before the forced vacation classes, I realized my much anticipated desire.
I browsed into the other side of internet, and discovered an unseen side of myself. My parents went to workplace and I was in company of my father’s windows xp OS hp desktop and a limited quota of BSNL modem internet. Those were a luxury back then. At first, I was slightly terrified whether my father could find this out. But I was confident in this ‘little crime’ since I had followed all the necessary precautions suggested by some of my much more experienced classmates back in school… and I was successful. As days passed, I became so engrossed in them, and even yearned for experiencing the same in person. I fantasized about having a steamy session with Mahima, the cutest classmate from another division and EVS club teammate on whom I had first and the only serious crush which lasted for about two years until she changed school.
I used to spend hours before the computer, drooling over Orkut profiles of popular girls, weirdly fantasizing scenarios which would never happen, and scrolling with left hand through different sites, while my right hand was busy somewhere below . Of all the types of videos I explored, the ones which gripped my mind was the ones between relatives in a family. If you know, you know.
And the reason for the same was Priyanka.( Original names are not used. I chose this name since she slightly resembles Tamil actress Priyanka Arul Mohan.;Back then my celebrity crushes were Nayanthara, Vidya balan etc.. When I watched Tamil movie Doctor, I found a striking resemblance with the heroine and my aunt, so I thought I would carry on the narrative with the name.)
Priyanka is my technically my aunt, my father’s younger brothers wife; but I haven’t called her “aunt” in my life even though I call her husband “uncle”. She was twenty-one, barely completed nursing degree when she married my thirty-four year old uncle, in 2003. In fact the age gap between me and her was lesser than the age gap between her and her husband. And being a child studying in fourth at the time, I found it nonsensical to call her an aunt, it felt like an insult. She was only like one of those older cousin sisters in family. You see, “cousin-aunt”.
(Honestly, I never thought of her age back then, she appeared younger than she actually was. Its only now, I think of my foolishness while I jot down these details.)
My mother tried to correct me. I remember my mother rebuking me for calling her “priyanka-chechi”. (Chechi is the term we use for elder sister in Kerala). I felt that she was too young to marry, especially to marry someone older, like my uncle. But it was not just me who found their age difference absurd. I can remember some conversations between several members of my family which I eavesdropped in the disguise of a little unsuspecting kid. I can recall my father’s elder sister telling my mom that the entire ‘arranged marriage’ was only because of my uncle’s wealth and status. He worked in shipyard as a site engineer back then. He was a subject for envy for any of his counterparts in our family, and his marriage added more oil to the flame. Those who thought he would remain a bachelor his entire life, was indeed surprised when he married 13 year younger beautiful Priyanka.
She truly, was a gem. She blended with my family with ease and some of the complaining mouths were forced shut with her friendly attitude. She moved with my uncle to Kochi. She became a mother the next year, and stopped working at a clinic to look after my little cousin brother, Aadhi. My father’s mother moved to their flat to give her company shortly after, when my uncle was posted to Pune.
I visited them whenever we passed Kochi. They paid a visit when uncle was back for vacations. We met a few times during family functions, marriages and funerals. I even stayed there a couple of times during Onam vacations when all our cousins met together at their house. I was the youngest cousin second only to new-born Aadhi. Soon, the cousins get-together reduced in numbers, it was merely me and my younger brother staying there during vacations. We played together, our bonds grew stronger…and so did my bonds with my ‘cousin-aunt’. For me, Priyanka was just like an ‘elder cousin sister’ until I was 15; Precisely, before April 12th,2010. An year after I was familiarised into the world of erotic fantasies, during the two months vacation I spend at my uncles house before joining class 11th
.
I am eager to share what happened on the April of 2010... and I'm jotting it down for the second episode.
© loop