It must have taken long, since I did not notice, he had slowly made me sit and then lie down on the bed with me head on the pillow. He had squeezed himself onto this three feet wide cot with his arms holding me tight and his letting me know how much he loved me.

I stopped crying. With his fingertips, he slowly moved all my disheveled hairs on from my face and stroked my face and looked into my eyes.

I moved a little. He let me go. I slowly sat up and then sniffled and said, "Let me change."

Mintu said, "Okay. I will step out. You change in peace. I will be back after ten minutes."

I was intrigued. I thought he would say, "Just take off all your clothes -- that is all. And keep that maxi (long flowing night dress) handy, just in case someone knocks on the door."

I asked, "Why?? I can change in your presence."

He said, "No. I want you to think very hard and well. So, will such time you are not sure of what you would like to do about your future, you will be a sister. Once you are clear and you decide that we will set our boats together in the sea of uncertainty, we will be man and wife."

I loved him. I loved his love making. I loved his innovative way of making love differently every time. I never knew that he was very serious about his love for me. And he cared for me and my feelings.

Mintu walked to the door, un bolted it and stepped out. I could hear he knocked on the next door. Raja, his next room neighbor opened the door and invited him in. Mintu was telling him, "Khuku has to change, so I stepped out."

Raja said, "Yes of course. Just let her take her time."

I shut the door. Pulled out my maxi from my suitcase placed it on the bed and then looked carefully at the meager curtains on the window and then peeled the soaking kurta off my top. It felt so much better in the cool weather. I reached for the bra clasp, unsnapped the hook and released it. By breasts popped out and swung around. The bra had made a deep line on my torso. Then I put my fingers inside my salwar and pulled out the draw string and pulled it. The waist band loosened and the salwar fell to me feet.

I was stark naked. I considered for a few seconds, "Why don't I remain naked?? When he returns, I can soothe his worries with my love." Then I thought better of it. Mintu could be very tough. So, I sprayed some powder and used by spray deo all over and slipped the maxi on, without any under garments. I combed my hairs and put a rubber band to hold them together. I collected all the used clothes and folded them and put them into a soiled clothes bag I had brought and hid them from view.

I waited a few more minutes. Mintu did not return. I decided to signal to him and his friends that I was the real cousin sister of Mintu. So, I opened the door and stepped out into the long corridor. Raja's door was ajar. He and Mintu were chatting. The moment Raja saw me, he got up and invited me into his room and asked me to be comfortable. He was so well behaved and proper. It showed that in most Indian homes, all boys are taught to be very civil. And that culture shows.

Three of us chatted for about ten minutes. Then I told Mintu, "Let us leave Raja to study. He does not have free secretarial help with him." Mintu got up and left Raja alone. We said, "Good night" and returned to our room.

Mintu bolted the door. He rummaged in his open wardrobe and took large bundles of cloth. When he opened them out, I saw the neater bundle was a rolled up sleeping bag. He placed the sleeping bag on the floor. He opened out the other bundle. It had two mosquito nets. He went about quickly to string both up mosquito nets.

I was aching for his comfort and love.

Mintu said, "Let us both get under the mosquito net on the sleeping bag and sit inside and talk. If you sit without the mosquito net, the mosquitoes will bite you and make you into a sieve."

I did not want to get into an argument. I just crawled into the net. Mintu picked out a pajama set from his wardrobe. Turned away, took off all his clothes. He stood stark naked facing away from me. He applied some talcum powder all over his body and then slipped into his kurta and pajama. He flung his clothes into a corner and crept into the mosquito net. He tucked the net under the sleeping bag and sat down facing me.

For about half an hour we had small talk -- as if there was nothing important to talk of -- or no night of unending love awaiting us.

Then he stopped and said, "Khuku, we have talked of great many things. Mostly nonsense. I want to talk to you and see where we can take our relationship."

I looked into his eyes. He was dead serious. And determined! I decided this was not the time to talk, but to listen and respond only. I knew we were going to talk of matters that could change the course of our lives -- forever.

Mintu said, "Khuku -- years back, when you seduced me, we loved each other's body. All I wanted was more of your body. And may be all you wanted was fulfillment of your sex needs. We made love non-stop. Like a dog and bitch in heat.

I would be lying, if I did not concede, even now, I want to lay you down and fuck you till we are exhausted. You are a fantastic woman.

Most women are simply a pussy with a body. You are willing to play. You are beguiling and intelligent and clever. People get their brains fucked out. You fuck with your brain.

You are all pussy.

When my fantasy requires that you remain bald, you just do it and don't argue. When I want to give you a butter massage, you play along. When I tell you to rub a perfumed cream into your pussy mound and your arm pits and your elbow etc -- you just do it. I tie you top the bed and fuck you -- you play along. I lift your buttocks up with pillows and deep fuck you -- you enjoy it.

When I say, no masturbating -- you don't masturbate.

I must say, conventionally, you are not the prettiest girl I have met. But, according to me, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen or met. And will perhaps meet.

You are salty and you are sweet. You are clever and accomplished.

Even when you are muffling your ecstatic cry when you have your orgasm, it sounds like music to me."

I changed my position. Mintu thought, I was about to say something. He said, "Just don't say anything right now. Just let me say what I want to.

As years have passed by, I have realized that I truly love you. And that I want to spend my entire life with you. I want to be able to make you melt in my arms. I want to kiss you only. I want you for myself, and no one else should be able to touch you.

I want to make love to you every day in every new way, in day and in the night, pull you out of a party -- take you home and fuck you; call your office and ask you to take leave and wait downstairs to be taken to a hotel to be fucked. I want to do this every day of my life and let you know how much I love you.

Every day, I want to bathe together with you. I want to shampoo your hairs every day. Soaping each other! I want to soap your breasts and fondle them every day. I want to soap your butt, part the cheeks and soap every crevasse of your body. I want to part your pussy lips every day; soap it and clean it for you. Sunday, I want to give you a bath.

When you pee I want to hear that nice musical noise that you have when the pee leaves your pussy.

Equally, I want you to give me a bath every day. I want that we wake up every morning either with my cock inside your pussy -- shriveled up and swollen with your juices or firmly held in your palm.

In short, I want that our souls meet and belong to each other."

MIntu stopped talking. He looked at me -- listening with deep attention. He reached forward -- caressed my cheek and moved and pulled out the mosquito net tucking and he was squirming out. He said, "Let me get some water to drink. Do you want a drink of water?"

I could hardly say, "Yes."

He poured water and gave me a steel tumbler and drank water from the bottle himself. He then again came under the net.

He asked, "What do you feel??"

I was speechless. Could anyone love me that much? Was this possible? Was this real? Or was he addicted to my sex?? I had not though so much about the matter as he had. But, I did love him dearly. Not as a brother. But as . . . . . what I did not know.

I mumbled, "I am amazed -- you love me this much. I don't know how to say and what to say. Right now."

I leaned forward and pulled his face towards mine and kissed him on his face. We women perhaps are better at demonstrating our love.

He changed his position and sat behind me. He pulled my hair band off and set my hairs free and pulled me back. I softly merged into his chest and leaned back. He wrapped his arms around my torso and kissed me on my head through my hairs.

He asked, "Are you comfortable?'

All I could do was to say, "Hmm."

"Yes. Tell me -- what you feel about what I said just now," He kissed me slowly and softly on my head and my open shoulder and caressed my hairs.

I whimpered with pleasure and the warmth in that slightly cold weather. I pulled my arms up and caressed his head and ran my fingers through his hairs.

My brain whizzed with the myriad thoughts. What do I say?

He stopped and whispered, "Khuku. I need to know."

I realized that it would be best to give up my restraint and say what I feel like. Let the feelings flow. I said, "Mintu. I really love you. I love you both as a brother and more a husband to be.

You are clever and smart. You are handsome in some ways. Your dark skin and holed nose could put off some girls. But, I like it.

And then you are firm. When I act difficult you tell me to behave.

You are slim and very strong. Your mind is very strong and powerful. Your mind dominates me. And I love that.

I do everything with you, because you really know how to make a girl into a woman. I am wanton in my love, because your coax sex out of my body.