We were sure it was my cousin and him seeing us would have ruined our surprise but then we were at the end of the hallway and the bedroom was between ...s and the door.We knew at that moment that our surprise is ruined. Soon the door to Kriti’s opened and someone walked out. But it wasn’t my brother, it was Arpita! She made a beeline to my cousin’s bedroom and partly because it was very dimly lit and partly because she seemed very excited she did not notice it and entered the other bedroom. As. I come out the door, timidly, my two hands covering my genitals. She doesn’t seem bothered, holding in her hands one of the many outfits presented by Moxie Fashion I’ll have to wear as the pet of their brand ambassador. As I grab the clothes one by one from her hands, she talks me through them, requesting my comments.“How’re the boxers, are they comfortable?”“They’re—” I’m trying to put them on, attempting to minimize the gap between me taking my hands off my genitals and me hiding them back. As the songs went by it started happening more and more. My cock was starting to rise. When I was getting ready to leave I had gone for the "fuck it" look and simply threw on sweat pants, commando style. Soon enough any pretense of her moving away was gone and she had her butt planted directly on my cock and there was no way that she could not feel what she was doing to me. I started to put my hands on her hips and rub her gently. At this point I should describe her. She was fairly short, maybe. “Sit,” I told him shakily and gestured to the bed. He obliged me without uttering a word. I grasped his shirt and gently pulled it off of him. Then it was just him and I, staring at the other’s naked body for a moment. I cleared my throat. “Do you mind if I…?” I trailed off and he met my eyes with his own.“I trust you, whatever it is,” he said. I took that as confirmation.My curious hands started ghosting along his body. First his face, then his shoulders, arms, then his chest. I took my thumb.