She was already running late for school, and she worried that her teacher might scold her for arriving late.
For a moment, she simply stood there, trying to make sense of the situation and of the emotions that were swirling around her.
Everything felt confusing, and she did not know what to do next.
Pradip held Sangini in his embrace a moment longer than necessary. His arms felt stronger than she remembered, almost possessive. The morning sun filtered through the leaves of the old kaore tree nearby, casting dappled shadows across the quiet path behind the village school compound. Very few people passed this way so early.
"Come," he whispered against her hair, his voice low and husky. "We shouldn't stand here in the open."
Before Sangini could protest, Pradip took her hand firmly and led her off the main path, pulling her behind the thick trunk of the massive kaore tree. The tree's wide, gnarled roots created a natural alcove, hidden from casual view. The air here smelled of damp earth, moss, and the faint sweetness of ripening fruit overhead.
"Pradip-da… what are you doing?" Sangini's voice trembled. She was still processing his sudden confession, her school bag still slung over one shoulder, her simple white salwar-kameez slightly rumpled from the hug. "I'm already late for class. Teacher will—"
He silenced her with a finger on her lips, his eyes dark with something she had never seen in him before.
"Forget school for a few minutes. I've waited too long."
He pressed her back gently but insistently against the rough bark of the tree. Sangini's breath hitched as Pradip stepped closer, his body pinning hers. His hands moved to the edges of her kameez, fingers slipping under the fabric at her waist.
"Pradip-da… this is wrong," she whispered, even as her heart hammered wildly. "We're… family."
"That's exactly why it feels right," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.
With practiced urgency, he tugged her kameez upward. Sangini instinctively tried to push his hands away, but her resistance was weak, confused by the rush of emotions—fear, curiosity, and a strange forbidden thrill. The fabric slid up her smooth stomach, over her ribs, and finally over her head. He tossed it aside onto a thick root. Beneath it she wore only a simple white bra. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell rapidly with her quickened breathing.
Pradip's gaze darkened with hunger. He pulled her closer to the tree, turning her slightly so her back pressed fully against the trunk. The rough bark scraped lightly against her skin, sending shivers through her body.
"Look at you," he breathed. "So beautiful. My little Petni."
He reached behind her, unclasped her bra with surprising ease, and let it fall away. Sangini gasped, instinctively covering her breasts with her arms, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But Pradip gently yet firmly pulled her arms away, pinning her wrists above her head against the tree with one strong hand.
"Don't hide from me."
He leaned down and captured one of her small, dusky nipples between his lips. Sangini jolted at the wet heat. Then he bit—gently at first, then harder, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. A sharp cry escaped her throat, half pain, half unexpected pleasure. He soothed the bite with his tongue, swirling and sucking, before moving to the other nipple. He bit again, this time a little harder, tugging lightly until she whimpered.
"Ah—! Pradip-da… it hurts…" she gasped, but her body arched toward his mouth despite her words.
He released her wrists and used both hands to cup her small breasts, squeezing them together as he alternated bites and sucks. The contrast between the sharp sting of his teeth and the warm pull of his mouth made her head spin. Her nipples hardened into tight peaks, glistening with his saliva. Each bite sent sparks of heat straight between her legs.
Pradip dropped to his knees in the dirt and grass, his hands sliding down her sides to the waistband of her salwar. He untied the string with one tug. The garment loosened and slid down her slender legs, pooling at her ankles. Sangini stood there in nothing but her simple white panties, back pressed against the ancient kaore tree, completely exposed in the open morning air.
He looked up at her with dark, intense eyes. "You're already wet, aren't you?"
Sangini shook her head in denial, but when Pradip pressed his face between her thighs and inhaled, she trembled. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down slowly, revealing her smooth, shaved mound and the glistening pink folds beneath.
"Pradip-da… please… someone might see…" she begged softly, even as her hands clutched at his shoulders.
"No one will come," he assured her, voice thick with lust.
He buried his face between her legs. His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her slit, tasting her. Sangini's knees buckled. He held her hips firmly against the tree and continued—licking, sucking on her clit, occasionally grazing her with his teeth in the same taboo way he had bitten her nipples. Her small, shy whimpers gradually turned into soft moans she tried desperately to stifle.
When he pushed two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them just right, Sangini's head fell back against the bark. Her hips rocked involuntarily against his mouth. The forbidden nature of it—her own cousin on his knees devouring her behind a tree—only made the pleasure sharper.
Pradip stood up suddenly, freeing himself from his pants. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, already leaking. He lifted one of Sangini's legs, hooking it over his hip, and rubbed the swollen head against her slick entrance.
"Tell me you want this," he growled.
Sangini's eyes were glassy with confusion and need. She didn't answer with words—only a small, shaky nod.
That was enough.
Pradip pushed into her in one slow, deep thrust. Sangini cried out at the stretch, her nails digging into his shoulders. He was bigger than she had imagined, filling her completely. He paused only a moment before starting to move—deep, possessive strokes that pressed her harder against the tree with every thrust.
The sound of their bodies meeting, her soft moans, and his low grunts filled the hidden alcove. Pradip leaned down to bite her nipples again while he fucked her, alternating between sharp nips and deep, claiming thrusts. He whispered filthy, taboo things against her skin:
"You're mine now… my little cousin… my Petni… taking my cock so well…"
Sangini's body betrayed her completely. Her inner walls clenched around him as waves of pleasure built. The rough bark scraping her back, the danger of being caught, the wrongness of their blood relation—it all blended into an overwhelming sensation. When Pradip reached between them and rubbed her clit while biting down hard on one nipple, she shattered.
Her orgasm hit hard. She clamped down around him, trembling violently, a choked cry escaping her lips. Pradip followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a guttural groan, his hips jerking as he filled her.
They stayed locked together against the tree for several long minutes, breathing heavily. Pradip kissed her neck, her bitten nipples, and finally her lips—slow and possessive.
He helped her dress again, though her legs were still shaky. Her salwar-kameez was wrinkled, her hair messy, and her lips swollen. Small red marks from his bites were visible on her breasts if anyone looked closely.
Pradip smiled that same strange smile from earlier.
"Go to school now, Petni. But remember… this is only the beginning. Tonight, I'll come to you again."
Sangini stood there dazed, watching him walk away. Her body ached in new places. Her mind was a storm of guilt, fear, and lingering pleasure.
She didn't know that the Pradip who had just taken her was no longer entirely the cousin she had known.
Something far older and hungrier was now wearing his face.
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As they melted into each other behind the gnarled old tree, naked and gasping, her fingers raked across Pradeep's neck. She meant to pull him closer, to claw at him in raw lust. Instead, the skin tore too easily—peeling away like wet cloth.
A sick, wet ripping sound filled the night.
Beneath the skin was not flesh. There was only a hollow, gaping absence where a face should have been. A dark, sucking void ringed by jagged remnants of muscle. Thick, dark blood and foul, yellowish-white pus oozed slowly from the hole, dripping onto her breasts with soft, obscene plops....