Family Happenstances. A Guide to Sexual Adulthood.

By Sumant Barooah

Most of us are introduced to sexual preferences and practices at home, compromised by cousins, aunts, even friends.
This is a book about such escapades experienced by my friends, acquaintances and colleagues related to me.
They are short stories, engrossing and sexually arousing. Once you have read them you make recall your own experiences or indulgence or even wet dreams.
This is true incidents-based fiction and has no resemblance to anybody living or dead.
They may appeal as, ‘I WISH’ situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sumant Barooah
• Release date: Apr 16, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463406618

Sumant Barooah

Sumant Barooah33 Fairview StreetVictoria 3122Australia.Mail: [e-mail]: 0415466008GCE. Univ. of CambridgeB. Sc (Honours)Associate, Clothing Institute, U.K.Diploma in Creative Writing. U.K.Photography Faculty.I have worked across the Globe in a different profession.Last I lived in China for 8 years.I was the Regional Director for a British company for all the Countries in the Pacific Rim.Written for Magazines in India and China.Have two Photo Books in Print1.Among, The Temples of China2.Assam. ‘Xunor Xophura’ The Golden ValleyA travel book on a National Expedition. I was part of an expedition driving all across the Himalayas, from Karakoram to China, across the countries on-route, a journey of 74 days.3.‘A journey of a lifetime-Riding the Himalayas’4.‘China A Chequered Life.At the moment doing two other books,5.Sexual Happenstances, A Guide to Sexual Adulthood6.An Inside View of An Outside World7. Sri Lankan Surfing Serendipity-Another one on Life in ChinaAll writings are fiction with a memoir background.

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Sumant Barooah

2021-04-04

Family

Happenstances

A

Guide to

Sexual

Adulthood Contents:

1. A lesson in Love

2. Discovering the Urge

3. Fragrance in The Fields

4. Lovelorn Aunty

5. Coming in a Hailstorm

6. The Loving Sisters

7. Love in the Mountain Chalet

8. Wonder in the city of the Taj Mahal

9. The cravings of Kusum

10. At Last My Love, Sri Lanka

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

A lesson in Love.

It was cold outside and my mother had drawn the curtains as it was late evening. We used to live in a Hill Station and being late Autumn the Sun set early and the dusk was short. The street was just outside my study window and I could even hear people chatting on the street as they passed by. In the mornings the sun would stream through the curtained windows till one of drew them. Our house was a nice cottage with flowers adorning the steps that led to the street and beyond the bend on the right as the street curved, were fruit trees of Plums, Pears and Guava. In spring the flowers bloomed and the birds flew with alacrity. But not now. It was getting dark the saddest part of the day. I was lying in bed trying to read for the coming annual exams. I had an injured limb which during the day, one could I could bear the pain but as the evening approached as fear crept in, wondering whether it would be a disturbed sleep or a peaceful one.

It was nice when my mother had the time to cajole me and stroked my hair until I dozed off. But then it was not so often. My aunt was in town and she came to inquire my wellbeing and was despondent to see my glum face.

What happened? Why do you look so miserable? she asked.

Since I have been ill, I am always miserable at this time of the evening, wondering at the prospect of sleep

This was the sixty’s no television, no computer no social networking. Once in a while there was the records and the Radio for news and online songs.

Whenever she can spare some time Mummy comes and strokes my hair or back and I get a good night’s sleep.

I can do that. Just shift a bit so that I can sit on the bed.

I was elated and I shifted to make place for her to sit next to me. She slid on my single bed and arranged my pillows so that I could raise my head. Lovingly she bent down and slid her right hand under my head, made herself comfortable in her reclined position and gently started stroking my hair with her left hand.

She was young and her closeness and the aroma of her body was so soothing. I shifted my head a little closer to her bosom and before you know I fell asleep. A feeling of calmness and her close presence on a winter night lulled me to sleep.

While I was recuperating, almost every evening I looked forward to her. It was not so often she had the time but any evening she had a breather she would come to put me to sleep.

I finally recovered and had to concentrate on my school finals and studied hard. Although I was well and could move about in the evenings I started yearning for her touch, her closeness and her body odour. As the weeks passed, she would once in a while she would offer to put me to sleep. She was not very much older than me and I realised that when she sat down close to me, I would feel warm and get aroused. I was not sure if that was a proper but I longed for that touch.

As the weeks flew winter was setting in and one day while she was reclining close to me, I asked,

It is cold why don’t you get into my quilt so you will be warm.

I saw a flicker in her eyes and she slipped into the quilt. We lay alongside each other while she stroked my hair. It was bliss. It was awkward as I had to conceal my arousal from her. As the weeks passed, we became cosier.

My exams came and I was burning midnight oil. All thoughts of a good night’s sleep were replaced by the hours I could concentrate to revise my syllabus. She showered me with affection making coffee or eats at vague hours of the day or night.

Once the exams were done, I had more time to relax and enjoy our togetherness and even went for walks together up the hill beyond our house. I was too young to fall in love with her and for her maybe it was only curiosity, there was no holding hands or kissing as yet. I spent the day with my friends and games so that I was tired enough to fall asleep every night.

In a couple of weeks, she was called home to attend a wedding and left to her mother’s in the plains. I accepted it as a normal family routine when people travelled to attend celebrations or religious rituals at their home base. We were also living in the hills as my father’s place of work was in the hills all major occasions were celebrated at the village family establishment.

She did not come back for a while and I had a tinge of nostalgia. I was missing her feel and her fragrance in the evenings before bedtime. There was no one I could express my longings to, so one day I asked my mother casually,

Mummy, is Leela going to come back?

"I wonder. I also miss her as she was a help and her cheerful nature is very welcome. She is of marriageable age and somebody is coming to inquire her prospects. I hope