Anjali tossed over in her bed as the rays of the morning sun started to percolate lazily through her bedroom window. Half-dazed, she decided to pull the covers over her head and wait until it got a little warmer. No way would she be trodding out of bed at 7am. The soft, beautiful notes of Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" which wafted over from her dressing table alarm clock suddenly broke her cozy reverie.

Her eyes opened wide as she remembered-.Yay! Andy!

Andy was her 24-year-old male cousin, from her mother's side. He had just finished med school and was on his way home to spend time with the family before leaving for a fellowship program abroad. The girl felt a warm flutter in her abdomen thinking about him. Of all of her 10 cousins, Andy was her absolute favorite. Medium height, with well-toned features and beautiful big brown eyes, Andy was a girl magnet wherever he went, from school, through college and even amongst the neighborhood girls. Even the "aunties" in the locality would give him voluptuous looks whenever he walked down the street. She remembered the furor he caused years ago, when he went to drop her to school one day. The entire student body of the all-girls school nearly started a riot in their attempt to get a glimpse of him, and Anjali found herself the subject of many requests and entreaties begging to be introduced to him. Some of them were from girls 5 years her senior. He had unconsciously made her the most envied 6th grader at the G. Herman High school.

But Andy didn't seem to have any girlfriends, at least not that anyone knew of. His contacts with his female peers were very professional and he tacitly played down any advances made at him by some of the more attractive girls of his college. Didn't he like girls? Was he gay? Anjali wondered, perturbed.

At 12 years, Anjali was gradually becoming more aware of the monumental changes in her mind and body. She had begun to notice, with delight, the smooth contours of her hips and upper torso, which had been bony protuberances just a year before. She began to hunger for knowledge of these changes, asking details from elder cousins in the family and school mates alike. Sharing secrets of the sisterhood. Growing up in a middle class conservative family did not help. Some of her questions seemed to be answered in half whispers, others met with only giggles and open-mouthed laughter. But she knew other girls in her 6th grade class had boyfriends, she could tell which of her friends were seized with passion over some cute smooth faced 13 year old boy. The sight of their illicit trysts and amateur fumbling behind the school swimming pool, made her long for someone of her own. But she couldn't stand the sight of her bony acne ridden peers. She wanted someone else. Someone older, someone wiser. Someone who would hold her in his arms and teach her. Someone who would explain to her, the mysteries of life, the universe, ....of everything.

Oh my god, it's almost 8am!

She could hear the sounds of their parents and younger brother down in the living room. Aryan, the brother, seemed to be braying as usual for his cereal, while he ratted out his sister to mom.

"Angie has a secret diary! She writes things about boys in them!"

Being a girl, she had to play second fiddle to her younger brother, who never missed an opportunity to declare his dominion over her. And how her parents doted over him. It was always Aryan this, Aryan that. New clothes, new toys new everything for Aryan. While all poor Anjali gets is leftovers. Humph.

Andy was the only one in the whole world who treated her differently. Like a little princess. Whenever he came come, he always doted on his little cousin, always brought her a little something special. Always made her feel a little special.

And she knew this time was going to be no different.

He would be here in an hour. No time to lose. Anjali tore off her clothes, and pranced around stark naked to the bathroom. She jumped into the shower and let the warm water journey across her lissome body, snaking around every curve, every mound and every depression. The full body mirror in there revealed her sensual beauty. It had been almost 2 years since he last paid a visit, Did she have a surprise for Andy this time...! She thought naughtily.

Anjali leaped out of the shower and into the sanctuary of her room. The cold winter air stimulated her. Rummaging through her wardrobe, she hastily put on an old t-shirt, black tank top beneath and her old floral skirt. She decided against the training bra her mom had bought for her last week. Dashing downstairs, she grabbed her sandwich off the tale and ran out to the front porch.

"What time did Andy say his plane was?" she asked her mom.

"He said he should be here in around 45min".

God!, 45min, seemed like an eternity to her. Her pubescent mind swirled with thoughts of how she would run up to him and hold him tight, never letting him go. So much to say, so much to do. This was turning out to be more than a passing crush.

The car pulled up into the driveway about an hour later. Anjali ran upstairs and hid behind the curtain drapes.

Peering intently, she caught her first glimpse of him. Oh, that dark mop of hair, that bounced in the wind. Those large expressive brown eyes, which seemed to radiate warmth, love and tenderness. Anjali felt a warm glow start to spread in her lower belly. She could feel her body tense up, and her nipples began to tingle deliciously.

She could hear him downstairs, the soft sonorous voice, making the customary greetings to her parents, thanking them letting him stay. "So, where s my little munchkin hiding?"

Angie, as he called her usually came tearing through the house whenever he made an appearance. He wondered why she seemed so taciturn now.

"So there you are, Angie!"

"You can't hide from me forever!"

Anjali shyly emerged from her room and coyly looked at her cousin. Andy let out an inaudible gasp on beholding his little cousin-sister. The little brat he left 2 years ago had now blossomed into a beautiful little nymphet. Her large dark expressive eyes shifted nervously, glancing off in all directions, making tentative, fleeting contact with his own eyes.

Anjali felt like a whole swarm of butterflies had broken out of their cocoon inside her abdomen. The tight knot that she always felt there seemed to instantly relax. She ran across the room and into Andy's waiting arms.

She threw her arms across his broad sturdy shoulders and closing her eyes, buried her face in his chest.

"Oh you really missed me didn't you, my little munchkin!"

"Now I ve got you". "Back to the good old days eh? Now tell me what pranks you're up to now."

Andy could feel the young girls developing breasts press into his lower chest. Weirdly the child didn't seem the least bit self-conscious. Putting his arms around her lower back, he could feel the contours of her soft, now slowly widening hips. His little cuz was growing up!

Anjali released her grip slowly and faced him. "I really missed you, everyone at school was asking about you," she blurted out, quickly giving him a peck on the cheek.

"And I missed my little munchkin too. Come here and see what I've brought you."

Andy reached into his bag and pulled out a wrapped package. Go on open it.

Anjali tore through it like a demon possessed. "Wow!!, a new Ipad. " Thanks Andy!!

"Anything for you, munchkin!"

After lunch, Anjali and Andy went up to her room. Her parents and brother were going out of down to attend a wedding and wouldn't be back in 2 days.

I'm exhausted Angie, I ll fill you in about school when I awake. I need some shuteye now. Andy plopped own on the bed. Anjali furtively glanced at her tired cousin . Andy had taken off his shirt and trousers, in preparation for his repose and was now clad in a body fitting half vest and small black briefs. Anjali's roving eyes traced the muscular yet androgynous contours of his body, from his firm rounded shoulders to his pelvis, and down his well-endowed thighs. Her pulse-quickening pace, she turned away, lest she be seen, but again turned to look once he had her back to her. She hungrily devoured the sight of his well-toned buttocks, which seemed unable to fit inside his little briefs.

"But Angie, why so bashful dearie? I'm sure you've seen me in my underpants before!

"Don't you remember how you used to snuggle up to me before? It was just 2 summers ago! You were quite the feisty little munchkin then. Now go and amuse yourself while I finish my nap. We have many things to talks about later".

Andy realized that things were different. Angie had changed and he couldn't help feeling a little saddened that his little cuz would no longer lie next to him in a cuddle anymore. The innocent child had given way to the blossoming child woman, and Angie was just another adolescent girl who would soon be consumed by nail polish, trashy teen magazines and Mtv in a few years. Sigh.

"Oh and be a dear and please draw the shades and switch on the insect repellent on your way out."

Andy turned over on his side and gradually fell into a deep slumber. Anjali slowly tread across the room and quietly drew the curtains together, switching on the vapor repellent as she left.

Watching television an hour later, Anjali tried to focus, but she couldn't concentrate and felt restless. She had seen Andy before in a state of dishabille but this time it seemed to have another effect on her. She felt strangely hungry; yes, that was it-hungry thinking about her cousin's sensuous back and heavy muscular thighs.

After an hour, she decided to go back up and check on him. Tiptoeing upstairs, she arrived at her room and silently pushed the door ajar.

Andy was now lying on his back, and the sheets had fallen to the floor. His left leg was fully extended and the right was flexed at the knee and tucked under the left. Between the two Anjali noticed a distinct bulge that seemed to tense out from under the tight black briefs.

For a moment, she stood transfixed by the sight. The old feeling of butterflies seemed to return to her lower abdomen, making its way even further below. She felt a strange feeling of dampness between her legs and thought she must have peed involuntarily.

She began to palpitate as she slowly approached the bed. Still mesmerized by the smooth rounded contour of the mound between her brother s legs.

She suddenly felt that old wonderful feeling of snuggling up to him, hardly 2 summers ago. She remembered the warm ravishing glow a 10 year old girl felt when she spooned herself into the concavity of her brothers sleeping body and was held tightly in his warm loving embrace. She remembered how she was grasped tightly across the abdomen and chest by one tender arm as the other snaked across her narrow svelte hips and rested on her thighs.

Oh to experience that warm glow again. ! But Angie was scared. Things had changed. She was a big girl now. What if Andy pushed her away? What if someone saw her, and ratted her out.

But it was a long time since she had been held like that, and every inch of her blossoming pubertal body seemed to be crying out for a little-just a little intimacy. Just a big brother holding his little sister that's all. As far as she knew, she was still a child. A big child but a child nonetheless.

Angie tiptoed into the room and up to the bed. Andy looked so handsome, so cute, his almost feminine eyes closed like that made him look so calm. So peaceful. She suddenly entertained the thought that some other girl his age might have set her heart out on him and that made her very cross indeed.

Anjali slowly slipped out of her skirt ad t-shirt. She was now clad only in her black tank top and white cotton panties. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the dresser across the room and noticed with satisfaction that her little pre-adolescent breasts seemed to be accentuated by the tight upper garment.

Her heart beating wildly, Anjali crawled into the bed. Andy was facing her now, still numb in a deep slumber and completely oblivious to the storms raging through his little cousins mind and body.

Angie slowly eased herself into the soft warm rounded concavity of her brother's posture, all the old tender loving memories of her childhood coming back, flooding through her mind and body like a wild surging river.

She gingerly took his comforting protective right arm and heaved it across her abdomen, flexing it at the elbow so it just brushed against her budding breasts.

Caught in this calm reassuring pincer hold, Anjali immediately felt as if she was administered a soporific. She felt as if experiencing an incredible sense of euphoria, , the fluttering butterflies in her belly seemed to bunch up into a tight ball, moving down , down into her bladder and further down her pubic mound. Until they reached her little "puchi".

Andy half awoke in a semi delirious state. At first, he didn't know where he was, he imagined himself back in his dorm, and thought he was late for class, and his roommate was trying to wake him up.

Then he smelt it. It was an old warm wonderful familiar smell. The smell of sugar, spice, and everything nice! The smell of Johnson's baby powder and patchouli oil. The smell of Angie!

He opened his eyes and saw his little baby girl wrapped in his arms. He slowly freed his left hand from under him and slowly passed it under his sisters left hip. The pincer movement was now complete. Anjali felt his hand move under her and tightened her grip on the arm around her waist.

Andy felt a million emotions surge through him. He gingerly moved his free hand up and began to caress his baby sisters hair, making little knot and twirls just behind her ears. Just as he used to 2 years ago. He could feel his elbows brushing against the blossoming rounded prominences of her chest. How firm and supple they seemed to be. His little baby was no longer such a little baby any more. He wondered if he was not taking advantage of her and whether he should stop it at once.

Anjali turned around and their eyes met, interrupting his reverie.

Hi munchkin! Not so shy then are we? Anjali blushed and looked down.

It was now that Andy could bet a closer more intimate profile his beloved cousin sister. She really was gorgeously beautiful. Her long exquisitely feminine eyelashes accentuated her large expressive doe eyes.

Her soft baby nose gave way to her large full lips. The beauty spot on her left cheek seemed to certify the surreal nature of the angelic beauty lying in his arms.

Anjali snuggled forwards, embracing his upper torso and kissed him on the lips. She moved both her arms towards his head and grasping either side of his face, kissed him again. Andy pulled her closer to him and entwine both arms around her waist matched her fervor. Intoxicated by the emotion Anjali's mouth gaped open slightly, and Andy used the opportunity to tenderly insert his tongue into the soft wet pulsing cavity. He first felt her teeth, followed by the upper part of her palate until it was met by its female counterpart. Both tongues locked around each other exploring every cranny and crevice, the sides of their mouths drooling with warm saliva.

Anjali felt her nipples stiffen, a delicious feeling of warmth enveloped both her pubertal breast buds and she was seized with the desire to have them fondled. She grabbed Andy s palm from her face and directed it towards her burgeoning chest.

You want me to play with your little boobies.

Anjali's eyes rolled as she nodded silently her assent. Andy raised both her arms above her head and with a quick tug, pulled of her tank top, exposing her naked upper torso.

The full magnificence of her breasts revealed, Andy began to trace the outline of each little breast bud between his thumb and index finger.

Ummmmmm. Ummmmmmmm

Anjali moaned in pleasure as her cousins loving fingers started to probe around the circumference of her breast bud, moving slowly around the soft mound in a concentric circle till they reached her pale brown areolae. The tiny nipple stood erect as Andy gently flicked it from side to side. Andy then brought his face towards her inflamed chest and opening wide, proceeded to swallow almost entire breast bud into his mouth. Adjusting to a more comfortable position, Andy began to lap up the tender moist mound of flesh, his nimble tongue exploring the strongly stimulated areolae and lapping the child's stiff nipples. He simultaneously grasped her free breast bud and began to squeeze it firmly between his thumb and fingers.

The effect of all this lascivious sensations was making its effect felt in her nether regions. Her pure white cotton panties were now soiled with a large wet spot advertising her state of stimulation for the whole world to see. Andy slowly made his way down, slowly separating her little breastlets apart and licking the sweaty skin and breastbone between. Still fondling a breast, He then followed the midline line down, tracing, with his tongue the midline down to her bellybutton. The sight of her large gaping navel served to further inflame his senses and he quickly plunged his tongue to the shallow crevice, darting in and out in a sparring manner.

Andy could feel his own erection pushing against his briefs, which seemed unable to contain it. Going further down his tongue was stopped by the tight elastic band of the little girl's panties.

He noticed the dark spot around the child's orifice and bringing his face closer savored the warm sour alkaline odor wafting from it. Raising both his sisters' legs over his shoulder and hoisting her hips in the air, Andy grasped the firm band and with a sharp tug yanked off the child's panties to around her ankles. With another tug, it was off completely.

Andy leaned back a little and allowed himself to full take the sight before him. His little girl, his Angie, his baby sister now lay completely exposed before him, her large budding breasts, narrow svelte waist and growing hips lay shamelessly exposed before him.

He gasped as he hungrily gazed his little angel's most secret place. Emerging between her twin well developed thighs rose a beautiful soft mound. In its center was a tiny circular depression, which then made way into a deep slit, running down towards her buttock, enclosing two fleshy lips on either side. Sensing her lovers burning passion, The little child woman has slowly started to part her thighs, causing the outer lips of her pubescent vulva to spread apart and revealing the little labia minora ensconced within. He had expected to see a little tuft of hair at the top of her slit, or at least at the sides but his baby's vulva was a smooth and hairless as the day she was born.

His erection still raging, still imprisoned inside its cotton prison, Andy was now intoxicated with lust. With the fingers of his left hand, he began to slowly caress the large mound. Cupping it, and feeling its satin smoothness on his palm. He then gently began pinching and releasing the child's labia, alternatively opening and closing the inflamed orifice of his little lover.

With the finger of his other hand, her gently probed into her now soft and wet child vagina , gingerly tracing the 2 folds of her underdeveloped labia minora , teasing it, slowly an imperceptibly pulling it out, goading it to reveal its secrets.

Suddenly, in the midst of his tugging the pubertal labia minora parted, and the little child clitoris revealed itself. Anjali's lovers gentle caress and lascivious caused the little clit to emerge from its little hood. Shamelessly exposing itself to the world for the first time.

Andy pulled his little sisters hips towards himself, and bent over the contorted body. He tenderly sniffed around the soft mound, his nose teasing, delving into the circular depression at the top. Opening wide he almost completely swallowed the girls exquisite Venusian prominence. He focused his tongues attentions on the child's exposed clitoris, while he gently inserted a wet finger into the girl's anus.

Anjali moaned and sighed deeply, as her beloved brother increased the pace of his oral stimulation. Her sighs grew more pronounced as Andy simultaneously passed a finger through the lower part of her vaginal orifice as his tongue lapped her tiny throbbing erect child clit.

Anjali now lay in a state of exhilarating perturbation. She had never before experienced the gamut of emotions now roaring through her body. Her nipples, areolae and clit felt like they were on fire. She could see her brother's erection almost bursting out of his underpants.

Andy continued to lap up the tiny clitoris as his middle finger furiously probed in and out of the hot tight hole.

Unable to bear the ache of his penis pressing against his underwear, he stopped midway, to jerk them off. His penis, freed of his cotton jailor, stood rigidly up, standing almost parallel to his abdomen.

Anjali gazed in amazement, mouth agape as she marveled at its size and beauty. Her brother's organ, glistening with sweat and pre ejaculate, was a fantastic sight. A 6-inch long shaft topped with a bulbous angry looking red velvet tip. She could see the network of dilated veins running across its surface, engorged with blood.

Andy took his throbbing cock and tried to navigate it into his baby girls inviting passage. He was so sensually intoxicated that just the thought of plunging every inch of his engorged member into that soft wet tight passage between her thighs made him want to discharge. It had been more than a month since he last masturbated and here he was a 24-year-old virgin, about to surrender his virtue to this hot beautiful child woman. His own baby sister.

Spreading Anjali's vulvar lips wide apart, he guided the excited glans to the threshold of the child's vagina. His glans rubbed around the exposed pink flesh inside. His erection grew stronger as it met the child's turgid clitoris. Anjali squealed in delight as she took in the swollen glans in its entirety. Andy was afraid to push it in further in fear of hurting his darling little angel.

"Angie, tell me if it hurts, ok?"

"Please tell me."

Anjali sighed and nodded as her little body jerked up and down in tandem with her brothers' thrusts.

Andy could feel the little girl's hymen as it stretched to its capacity, heroically resisting his attacks, valiantly trying to safeguard her little owners' virtue. But he knew it was no match for his full frontal assault. He suddenly felt it give way, and saw a small trickle of blood flow lazily down the middle of the child's vulva.

Anjali squealed as she felt her brother's organ enter her. She could feel the warm turgid cock as her own vaginal muscles clamped around it. Squeezing and releasing its imprisoned prey in turn. Andy realized that this was as far as he could go, into his baby girls most intimate recesses.

"Hold me Angie, hold me baby."

Anjali grasped her brothers thrusting cock with both hands, squeezing and stroking it as it parried in and out of her inflamed vagina. As Andy's hips pushed further and further into her, Anjali became aware of a strange new sensation. A dull warm glow that began in the lower vagina then crept slowly up her parted labial lips, centering on her clitoris.

It then suffused slowly into her pelvis, gaining strength as it made its way around her bladder and into her abdomen. It felt good, tremendously good as it snaked all around her insides. Anjali closed her eyes and drifted mindlessly into reverie, enjoying the lascivious sensations.

She was jolted out of it by a flash that seemed to shoot up her spine and straight through the top of her head. It was as if a firework had gone of inside her. The little child screamed at the top of her voice as her pubertal orgasm rocked her little body. She felt her nipples and areolae were as hard a rocks and her vagina clamped hard around her brothers bursting cock. Her hips frenziedly moved back and forth, almost as if devouring the penis trapped within, convulsing her own body.

Andy felt it the moment it happened. He too was physically and sensually at the end of his tether. Seeing his little sisters back arch up and hips thrust out, seeing her little mouth gape open and her eyes rolling in her head, viewing her tiny booblets, glistening with sweat and bobbing up and down, tiny nipples tiny rigidly erect and her child clit shamelessly sticking out from between the parted hairless labial lips, was more than Andy could take.

Andy felt his testicles retract hard into his abdomen as his prostate and vesicles contracted powerfully to expel its warm sticky contents. His own climax was no lees stupendous than his little cousins. He moaned like and animal, eyes closed as spurt after spurt flooded the tight cavern inside his baby angel.

Contracting his perineal muscles, he held himself as he climbed groin first toward the girls face. The child needed no prodding as she grasped now the semi rigid member and stroked the shaft as he allowed the swollen glans to enter her gaping mouth. Anjali ran her tongue all round the engorged head, sucking it, feeling its warmth, even as it discharged the last of its warm salty contents deep into her throat.

Utterly exhausted Andy collapsed in a heap onto his little lover's chest and embraced her tightly, his heart beating wildly. Anjali responded by locking her legs around his hips and tenderly caressed her brothers back.

"So this is what love felt like. This was why they called it making love."

Anjali knew that she was truly in love with him, her big brother, her Andy and couldn't care if it damned her.

They lay like that the whole evening; the little girl spooned into her big brother. Andy whispered into the child ears as his fingers played with her breasts, the girl giggling, hearing her brother's filthy entreaties.

Andy smiled as he slowly realized that he was having second thoughts on that lucrative fellowship program.