This is the story of my cousin Priya. I am 16 years old and my cousin is 17. Me and her grew up together but recently we have been living in different countries as 5 years ago my parents moved from India to England.This story is when I went back to India last year for the summer holidays. I hadn’t seen Priya since she was 12 and was surprised to find that she had matured into a beautiful girl. She and my uncle came to the airport to receive me. The heatwave struck me instantly as I stepped off the off the plane. ”Welcome to Mumbai” I thought it my head.The drive to the house was pleasant catching up and my uncle constantly telling me how I should work out more and how he was going to fatten me up over the summer as according to him I appeared to skinny. He blamed the English diet even though my mum made Indian food back home. Throughout the car ride Priya was silent, she was sitting in the passenger seat and seemed to be shy, of course it had been half a decade since we last played or even talked to one another.My uncle works at an office, but his home is humble, an apartment with 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. Priya’s mother greeted us at the door, the same you look so skinny routine that my uncle already went over during şişli escort bayan the drive there. ”Go put Gopal’s bags in your room” ordered my Uncle. Priya picked up 2 bags and I grabbed the others and helped her in her chore. Priya’s bedroom was nice well different to what I expected it was adorned with posters of boy bands and movie stars. When we were young Priya’s dad was adamant that movies and music corrupted the mind, looks like he might have had a change of mind over the years, either that or this was Priya’s way of rebelling against her parents.”So, Hi” I was smiling as I spoke but Priya didn’t appear to notice. After a short while she spoke ”Look, Gopal I’ve changed in the past 5 years, I don’t like all the stuff we used to like back then. To be honest I’m not looking forward to this holiday at all”. I was taken aback by her bluntness. ”Sorry” she murmured upon looking at me and walked out the door. ”Okaaay, not what I expected”.It turned out due to the lack of space I was to be sleeping in the same room as Priya. My uncle promised that he would have an inflatable bed set up on the floor by tonight. Maybe this was why Priya was pissed at me even I wouldn’t want to be sharing mecidiyeköy escort bayan a room with someone for an entire summer.My uncle went to work and my aunty started making breakfast for me. ”You must be hungry from the flight”? she said looking me up and down, ”go and take a shower, it’ll cool you off”, she must have seen that I was sweating profusely. After 5 years one tends to forget the intense heat of Indian summer.I went to Priya’s room to grab some clothes and my towel but when I turned the knob I noticed that she was on the phone to her friend. This is what I heard. ”Yeah I know but that was a long time ago, no I dumped him last month he got a little too grabby. Yeah I went to pick up my cousin from the airport. He’s cute but I don’t know he seems to privileged coming from the UK and everything. Shut up! I told you that in confidence I saw it once when we played doctor as kids. It wasn’t very big”.I decided to ask my aunty for a towel, clearly Priya was talking about me, I remembered playing doctor when we were 7-8 years old. I had of course grown since then it still hurt me that Priya was speaking about me in a bad way behind my back. Half way through my shower Priya walked escort şişli into the bathroom. ”Oh, sorry, didn’t know anyone was in here”. She closed the door but not before she got an eyeful of my junk.During dinner Priya was glancing at me every now and then in a different way than before. She seemed on edge about something. After dinner I aunty insisted that Priya show me the latest steps to a Bollywood song that was all the rave around the country. Priya was in the middle to resisting when aunty got a phone call from her husband apparently he needed her to bring some files by the office immediately.After she left me and Priya exchanged some awkward glances. ”If you want me to I’ll show you those steps”. ”If you want to” I replied. Priya went into her bedroom and emerged a few minutes later with a change of clothes. She now had on a white blouse buttoned just enough so you could see her cleavage and a glimpse of her black bra, she also had on a frilly mini-shirt and pumps with pink socks. She started the music and started swaying her hips left and right. I sat on the sofa and was watching intently. Every now and then Priya would brush her hands over blouse and it looked as if she was trying to reveal more of her bra. I of course oblivious to any hidden motives was watching the dance and tapping my foot to the rhythm of the music.Priya grabbed my hand and got me to join in at the middle portion of the song, she turned with her back to me and started slowly grinding her ass into my crotch.