Love story with cousin

'Chowdhury Villa' is a huge building in Sutrapur of old Dhaka. Two brothers of the once prominent Chowdhury clan — Ahmed Chowdhury and Matiur Chowdhury. Today their faces are off. Although there is no brick wall in the middle, an impenetrable wall stands between relationships. Ahmed Chowdhury (Samudra's father) is older, and Matiur Chowdhury (Tushar's father) is younger. What started as a dispute over the sharing of land and business, today has turned into a hereditary hatred.

Samudra Ahmed Chowdhury's only son. He is calm, intelligent and does not have the ability to disobey his father. Tushar, on the other hand, is Matiur Chowdhury's mezzo son - stubborn, fickle and very stubborn.

Today that snow returned home after seven years from London.

When the snow fell from the car in the backyard, the atmosphere in the house seemed to stand still. The sea was standing on the railing of the second floor balcony. His chest heaved at the sight of Tushar. But he didn't show any emotion on his face. Instead, he stood wearing the mask of nobility taught by his father.

Tushar got out of the car and looked up. His face lit up when he saw the sea. He stopped even as he waved his hand, as the ocean had already turned away and started to walk towards his room.

"What's the matter, Tushar? Come in. How skinny you've become, father!" Tushar's mother Sufiya Begum came forward wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

Tushar smiled faintly and said, "I'm fine mom, I'm fine. Where's dad?"

Matiur Chowdhury was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. He was happy with his son's arrival but kept serious and said, "I came to see the evil in the house. Didn't you see how your great uncle was standing at the side gate? As if he would come to swallow you!"

Tushar didn't say anything. He knows the air in this house is poisonous. He just wants to see the sea once.

In the afternoon Samudra was sitting at his reading table. Suddenly there was a sound on the window glass. Someone threw a stone. When Samudha opened the window, he saw Snow standing down, sitting on the border wall between the two houses.

"Ocean brother! Don't come down. Let's talk," called Snow in a very low voice.

Samudra pulled the curtain of the window and said sternly, "Snow, go in. It will be bad if you see Dad. And you don't need to talk to me."

'My stomach was churning since that Friday evening. Remembering last Friday—Sir's warm hands on my body, the taste of his **gold** on my mouth, and finally that strange tingling of his fingers on my **lotus**. I used to lower my eyes in shame if I made eye contact with sir all day in the office. Sir just smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. WhatsApp message at 5 pm:

**"At 9:30. Same place. Get ready today. No need for lubricant—I'll take it all. 😏"**

I went back to the mess and showered. twice I cleaned the surroundings of ** lotus **, so that there is no discomfort. I went out wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. While going on the bus, the body felt warm. Gulshan-2, Road 107, House 15A, 7th Floor. I rang the bell at the door.

Sir opened the door. Today white shirt sleeves rolled up, black pants. Glass of whiskey in hand. Upon entering, the smell of jasmine flowers is mixed with light cigarette smoke. The flat is more romantic today—lights low, candles burning on the balcony. Sir sat me on the sofa. Coke and lemon in front, a small bottle of lubricant and a small butt plug next to it.

"Don't stress, Rahat. Today will be slow. If you don't want, I'll stop. I promise."

Sir's voice is soft, but his eyes are fire. I held the Coke glass, hands shaking. Sir sat next to him. Holding my hand and intertwining his fingers, he said, "Last time your body told itself what it wanted. Today you will say it yourself."

Sir brought his face to my neck and kissed me lightly. Then on the lips. deep kiss Tongue tangled. Sucked for 10 minutes. my body is hot Sir took off my t-shirt. He clapped his hands on his chest and squeezed the drops. “Ah…” came out of my mouth.

Took to the bedroom. The light is low, the yellow light of the bedside lamp. Sir opened my jeans. Standing hard with my **golden** in underwear. Sir smiled and said, "Let's see how ready today is." He took it down. 6 inches solid, water glistening on the head. Sir took it by hand and slowly moved it up and down. i'm humming

Sir opened his shirt and pants. The **gold** came out—8.5 inches, thick, veined

Will it continue?

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