Chapter 1

Hi I am again after very little gap but this time story is different. I am really lucky to have this incident just two days back just happened as a pleasant and sweet surprise. This is about how I got chance to seduce another teenage student named Nisha, cousin of Deepa. Nisha had just turned 16 when I first met her, as a friend of Deepa coming to me to clarify some doubts related to computer. She was poor in computer studies, though far more skilful in her own lustful look and movements. I knew very well she was not interested in the subject. On the contrary she made me wonder making some very fast movements related to sex, but she was very quiet in front of Deepa.

I've always maintained good reputation in society and Parents of Deepa [my house owner] trusted me thoroughly. Deepa still trusts me, since she is still unaware of the secret affair between Nisha and me since it happened in her absence. And I thought that Deepa would never ever find out anything about it since I have taken enough care while trying my movements. It all began from last week when she came to me to clarify some doubts. I tried to encourage her in many ways towards the subject of computer but she never paid attention. She used to ignore my observations and started building an emotional bondage between us, after which I found it difficult to even scold her for no matter what mistakes she made in my subject. I must admit she was indeed a master of her own subject of lust and sensuality.

Gradually with such an emotional bondage growing so rapidly I knew that her purpose of coming over to our place was not for studying computer. She kept giving me those lusty looks yet in a shy way, due to which it was even difficult for me to make any direct approach. I also stopped taking any interest in teaching her anything of computer.

Friday Deepa was out of town with her parents to attend a marriage and Nisha came to my house afternoon in pretext to studying computer." Sorry Raj uncle, Daddy and Mummy have gone for a party and they will return very late, only after midnight". I could sense a faint smell of her body odor, a musky kind of smell, which aroused me. For the first time, I started really observing her. Though 16, her physical attributes made her like a 20 year old. She was about five-feet, three inches tall, an exotic maiden with long black hair trailing down to her shoulders and slender shapely legs. Her boobs are really sexy, they are big while comparing her thin body but they stood really perfect in her chest. She was wearing a short dark blue skirt and same color shirt. Really her perfectly shaped luscious lips were driving me mad and I always fantasized of taking it fully to my mouth and also fantasized of circling those lips around my thick and fat cock. I know that it is wrong since she is aged only 16, but my mind gone wild. She had a perfect figure from top to bottom. I couldn't keep my eyes off her beautiful big perfect twins that keep moving with her footstep while entering my bedroom to watch TV.I kept TV in my room since I used to watch late night films. She sat near to me in bed itself and started watching. While she is watching a sexy song her eyes were set on TV Screen my interest grew in keenly observing what she was wearing, not only what was visible to the naked eye but also under. Like I would allow my eyes to penetrate through her t-shirt to see if she was wearing a bra, if so what color or style it was. Her sitting so close to me, totally involved in watching the TV increased my curiosity to actually see how this girl's body looked like. I told her to enjoy the TV. "If you need any thing to eat or drink, please help yourself, we have plenty of chips and soft-drinks" I said. "Sure Raj uncle", she replied. I went to my sitting room to read the recent issue of a film magazine to get out of weird thoughts about this girl... Then all of a sudden I head a loud bang followed by crying. I ran into the bedroom and saw Nisha lying on floor crying and holding her knee. A packet of potato chips and bottle of Pepsi was lying beside her. Apparently, she must have tripped on the carpet and fallen down, I thought. I knelt beside her to examine her paining knee. I could not help but notice that her skirt had ridden up to her waist, and as I checked out her left knee, my eyes kept wandering to her light blue cotton panties. Her sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands over her knee - there was no damage that I could see. But I purposely prolonged the moment and my hands wandered aimlessly through her perfect thighs and from her expressions I felt that she liked it very much. My mind was reeling madly as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic hair that were peeking around the leg bands of her underwear. All of a sudden I was being turned on by this girl - my dick was hardening, my heart was beating faster; I felt my breath coming shallow and quick. I could barely see the folds of her labia, or imagined I could, through that thin white material.

My attentions to her knee had caused her shapely legs to spread slightly, and I found myself pushing the knee farther, pretending to look for damage, watching feverishly out the corner of my eye as the edge of her pussy began to barely peak out from the elastic. I began to slide my hand down a bit from her knee, feeling the taut youthfulness of her thigh. "Ohhhhhh!" she said, and I looked up. I had spread her legs far enough that she'd felt it. Her face was red with a blush. "Um, your knee looks OK," I said. "Thanks Raj uncle," she whispered, then stood up and ran to the bathroom. Had she seen me looking at her pussy? I was not sure, but something seemed to have made her react. Confused and turned on, I returned to my sitting room. I sat on the sofa and my mind filled with what had happened. I was no child molester; that I knew for sure. Nisha's young body had turned me on, but that was natural, wasn't it? And all I had done was look - how could I help myself? The girl was a knockout, though she clearly did not know it. I mean, to ignore that pretty little cunt when it was staring me in the face would have been inhuman. Wouldn't it? My dick would not soften. I tried to think of mundane things like work and reading, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts ran back to Nisha's thighs, her pussy, Nisha's little hands wrapped around my cock shaft, the sheer madness of sinking my prick, centimeter by centimeter into that tight little slit. Oh god, this was insanity - how could I get this girl out of my head. Really she was also hot. I just felt her sexy body coming close t my body. Now with no more delay I took the initiative by putting my hand on her head, rolling it over her tightly tied shoulder length hair. Slowly lowering my hand down her lightly hairy neck reached her thin t-shirt to feel a little of her bra. I got a perfect feel of even the hooks of her bra. Out of excitement Nisha pushed her breast outwards where I could vividly see her nipples protruding through the garments. I left the feeling of those breasts and nipples for the moment approaching. And got going with what I craved for more eagerly, her lower region. She was so nervous since it was the moment she was waiting... She tightly closed her eyes not daring to see anything but only show me all she could. Before I even reached the elastic belt of her skirt she started raising it from her knees upwards, exposing half-length of her silky smooth thighs. She was not able to raise it anymore than that, so I helped her feel more at ease by not raising the skirt, but slipping my hand under it instead. She just loved this graceful move of mine. I purposely made her realize that she also had a role to play and not totally depend on me. We were both aware that this was not the right time for the final act. Desperation. She shyly asked to show some porn sites. After all these long hours I finally saw a little shy and naughty smile on her face. I made her sit comfortably next to me near the computer again. Nisha was getting impatient to view the porn sites again, and I to view her assets. With a strange look in her eyes, she came and sat beside me. "Can I ask you something Raj uncle?" she asked. I just nodded. "Raj uncle, I noticed a swelling inside your pants when you touched me" she asked innocently "what was it?" Embarrassed at her question, I said "Nothing Nisha". She asked again. I said "Nisha, my sweet girl. I felt as the moment of truth came." Nisha, this is the right question a young girl can ask an adult like me". Looking at my eyes, she slowly inched towards me touching my thighs insisted, "Please Raj uncle, I am curious". There was a strange mischief in her eyes. I patted here arms and said. "OK. If you have questions, I'll answer them. But you absolutely have to promise that this will stay between the two of us. Not to tell Deepa"

"I swear," she said, solemnly. She came still closer to me and I thought I noticed something different about the way she looked, but I could not place it. "What did you want to ask me?"

"Well. It's just that... I saw something swelling in your pants..." she asked nervously "what is it?"

"I got a Hard-on," I replied. "Why did get hard?"

"Because I saw your naked things and your panties, I should have turned my head."

"Oh. That's OK. But why would that make you get hard? I mean, I'm just a kid." I smiled and leaned forward a bit. She leaned too, and I noticed then what that difference was in her appearance. She'd taken off her bra. Through the low scoop in her thin material shirt I could see most of the curve of her right breast, and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink and perfect. I shifted on the bed, feeling my cock rise, and tried to concentrate on my hands as I spoke. Why did you get a hard on looking at me... ? Uncle" she drifted off. After a moment of silence, she turned back to face me. Her face was bright with nervous excitement. It was as if she had hoped someone would notice her, and someone finally had. And now she was not sure how to feel about it. "Why?" I said. "Well, it is very simple, actually when a man sees a beautiful woman's body, part of his brain automatically responds, sending signals to his..."

"Oh, I know that. I mean, I figured that out from what you said before. But why me?"

"I told you. You have a lovely body, Nisha. "Oh?" She looked surprised and a little pleased. "But I was not naked". "No. But I saw your light blue panties, and. Well, that area. It had a similar effect."

"Really." That mischievous look was back, and something in her smile told me that she was pretty happy at the notion of having so much control over an adult. She was realizing the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to. "So, um, are you hard now?" She was examining her fingernails closely, trying to appear casual, as though the question was purely conversational. "No," I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to about 50% at the question. With one deft motion, and without any warning, she unbuttoned and took off her shirt. I think I gasped a little: there she was, stripped to the waist. Her young breasts, bigger than a handful on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm light of our bedroom. Her rosy pink nipples were perfect, and had been pressed flat by the shirt. They were not erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she was excited, or scared, or both. Her smile was quivering, her gaze steady. I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff and straight as a steel beam. Her boobs looked so inviting, and I could not tear my gaze away from those nipples. "Nisha," I whispered. "This is really not a good idea..."

"But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely gentle. "I mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need to see me fully. My pussy, I mean." My hands were shaking.

I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to take another breath I did not know what to do. Some sort of instinct had taken over in Nisha. There was no way she knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was compelled into action. I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified that I was about to come in my pants. She stood, walked into my field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped her dress to the floor. No panties either. When I had glanced at her light blue panties before I had seen little hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could not find them. She had a little swirl of pubic hair, high on her Venus mound, then a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more. Her young thighs fit smoothly together as she stood heels together, hands behind her back. I stared - what else could I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, may be. "What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have heard if my nervous system had not been running on overdrive. "Are you hard now?"

"Yes," I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for her crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control. "Can I see?" I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She was scared, but she really wanted to see. What could I do? I'm only human. Without a word I leaned back on the pillow, lowered my zipper and drew my manhood from my pants. It stood absolutely stiff, throbbing with my pulse. I could not believe I was doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop myself. "My God. It's moving and really very big also," she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her lower lip; surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and took a half step closer.

"With my heartbeat," I said my voice much calmer than I was. A little drop of pre-come oozed from the slit, and her eyes opened wide. "What's that?"