The fragrance of her sweat
Was still etched on her bra
So arousing it was
I inhaled it
A bulge formed
Rubbing it on my pants
I imagined her breasts
Caressing my adolescence
As I heard my relatives return
I quickly kept her lingerie
And feigned sleeping
I did that that twice
Whenever they went for outing
Maybe she sensed that I have been fiddling
She questioned me if I was messing
Feigning ignorance, I denied
I didn't feel guilty
Even if she was my cousin
The 13 year old teenager instinct in me
Was beckoning.
©LR
this is deep reality of our society.. nicely conveyed.
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