My first taste of forbidden fruit with my cousin

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She's my best friend, and the girl I admire most; she's... my cousin. We've played together since we were little, and I don't really know what this feeling is, even now I'm not sure if it's just liking or infatuation, but I cherish every second I spend with her.

I'm actually a rather introverted guy. Although I have some friends, I almost never have any "extracurricular activities"—I go straight home after class. My cousin became my only friend outside of school. She's a year older than me, a cheerful, slightly cool girl, tall and slender, with delicate features—definitely the kind of girl you see on TV who could cross-dress as a boy without being obvious. While she doesn't have a supermodel figure, she's definitely one of the school's most beautiful girls. Quite a few boys pursued her, but she always nonchalantly rejected them. I'm also very fortunate; every weekend, if I don't have anything to do at home, I'll head over to my cousin's house. My aunt often jokes that maybe I should be adopted as her son.

It happened during her second year of high school. It was her first time dating a boy. She told me that he had played guitar outside her building one night to woo her, and that's how he "reluctantly" got her to agree to date him. This "lucky" boy wasn't particularly handsome, but he did sing a good song, and as for his character, he was alright, with no bad habits. However, he knew that my cousin and I were the closest, so he often tried to exclude me. My cousin, who was dating for the first time, wasn't quite sure how to "get along," so he often took her everywhere, which made me very frustrated. A month passed like this. One night, I was doing my homework at my cousin's house when she suddenly came over and asked me, "Hey, have you ever been in a relationship?" "What do you think?" I replied impatiently.

"You little brat, getting all high and mighty..." My cousin looked at me with a disdainful expression.

After a while, seeing that I ignored her, she gently nudged me again and said, "Are you angry?" "No." "

You still say you're not angry? Your face is so sour it's almost like a toilet..." "

...You're the one who looks like a toilet."

"Hehe...Your temper has gotten worse in just a few days."

My cousin, seeing that I was unhappy, asked again, "What's wrong? Who bullied you?" "No."

"Really..." She looked me over for a while and then asked, "Then...is it because of him?" "..." I wanted to tell her—yes. But thinking about it, some things are better left unsaid.

But my cousin saw right through me, "Oh dear, I know we haven't... for a long time..." Suddenly she realized that she didn't know what our relationship was either? Playing? Spending time together? "...We've been communicating." It's amazing that she even came up with such a word.

"How about this," she suggested, "tomorrow's Sunday, let's go out and have some fun." "Pfft, won't your boyfriend mind?"

"No way, we're practically best friends! Right?! Hehe."

"Okay, it's settled then."

Suddenly my aunt came in, "Little brother, your mom said she's working overtime grading essays tonight, why don't you stay at our house?" "Oh, no problem!"

This wasn't the first time I'd stayed at my cousin's house; even though it was a mixed-gender bed arrangement, everyone seemed used to it. After washing our faces and brushing our teeth, we went to bed. Once in bed, my cousin started chatting away again, and I just casually went along with it, but judging from her teasing manner, she was actually quite charming. As I watched, my mind started wandering to things that weren't suitable for children. (This is all my cousin's fault, showing me some adult films... but I'll talk about that later.) After all, I'm a teenager now, old enough to be sexually aroused. My mind was racing, and my lower body started getting restless. To "soothe" it, I gently pressed it down with my hand under the covers to avoid giving myself away. Suddenly, my cousin stopped. I don't know if she'd noticed something or what, but she suddenly looked at me.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

I nodded.

"This afternoon I asked you if you'd ever dated a girl, and you still haven't answered me?" I wanted to quickly brush it off, "Well, a guy like me with average looks isn't very popular. So..." "So you've tried not? Hehehe."

"Hey, is that funny?"

"No, don't be angry. But let me ask you, what does kissing feel like?" This really stumped me. I'd seen it in movies all the time, but I'd never actually experienced it myself. "Wait a minute, sis, why are you asking me? You're the one with a boyfriend now, how would I know! You two haven't even kissed yet, have you?" I feigned surprise, but secretly I hoped it was true, because I wanted to preserve the image of her as her goddess.

"Sigh, well, the other day he said he wanted to kiss me. I thought he meant my face or forehead or something, but he said he wanted to kiss my lips… I was stunned. He thought I was objecting, so he didn't dare continue. So I wanted to know what it felt like." "So, do you want to?"

"Yes and no… I want to save it for someone I truly love. Someone I can trust, someone who gives me a sense of security." She said calmly.

I'd never seen this side of her before. To ease the tension, I laughed, "For a girl as carefree as you, it's really hard to find someone who makes you feel safe! Haha… Ah!" My cousin kicked me in the stomach.

I immediately realized I'd kicked too hard, pulled the blanket back up, and her face flushed. "Hey, kid, thinking about inappropriate things in my bed, are you trying to get yourself killed?!" I was so embarrassed. I'd been holding my penis to soothe it because I was feeling uncomfortable, and she'd seen me doing that. The atmosphere was tense for a few minutes before my cousin finally spoke.

"What...what are you thinking about?!"

"Nothing...nothing."

"Do you...like me?" Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

I didn't know how to answer. I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Actually," my cousin said, seeing how nervous I was, "I know how you feel about me." "Hug me," she said gently, moving closer.

This was something I'd always dreamed of, and I instinctively reached out and hugged her. It was the first time in my life I'd ever hugged her, the first time I'd ever held a girl. Through her thin nightgown, I could feel her soft, delicate skin. The natural scent of her body filled the air, and a wonderful feeling washed over me. "Sister, do you know how many times I've imagined this?" "So young, and already thinking about things like this..." she whispered, but continued to nestle against my chest.

Suddenly, she looked up at me. "How about this?" "I don't care about anything else, I just know I like you, love you, and don't want to be apart from you..." Before I could finish, she sealed my lips with hers. I still remember that wonderful feeling, the sensation of lips touching lips, feeling each other's breath, warm and alluringly fragrant. I hugged her tighter; it was our first kiss. We were intoxicated in each other's arms, feeling the first intoxication. After a long time, perhaps because I'd watched too many foreign romance films (not porn!), I gently opened my lips, trying to find her tongue with mine. Unexpectedly, she noticed my action and offered her tongue. We imitated the scenes in the movies, exchanging sweet words with each other.

Those of you who have experienced a "French kiss" know that this type of kiss usually brings more stimulation and physiological reactions. I could feel our body temperatures rising, and our hormones were surging. My hands began to slide inside her pajamas, caressing her smooth skin. She gently pulled the blanket over our heads and then hooked her arms around my neck. I left her lips and attacked her neck. I think most women can't resist this technique; from her breathing and the movements of her body, I could imagine that she had been conquered. My hand touched the back clasp of her bra. Although I had almost lost my mind, part of me was still conscious. I softly asked, "Is it okay?" She looked at me ambiguously and nodded slightly. At that moment, my heart was pounding.

Whether it was instinct or not, with a gentle squeeze and release of one hand, her bra was undone, and her first line of defense was breached. Her breasts weren't enormous, but they were still firm and perky. Touching a woman's breasts for the first time, I learned what softness and roundness truly meant. I gently stroked and squeezed, careful not to hurt her, as this teasing only made her more uncomfortable. She voluntarily unbuttoned and removed her nightgown and bra, revealing two beautiful mounds of flesh before me, each with a small, erect nipple in the center of a pale areola. Like a fish in water, I immediately took one into my mouth, sucking, licking, and occasionally gently biting her nipple, like a newborn baby.

She was both amused and uncomfortable by what I was doing. "Don't...hurry...mmm..." At this moment, I held her with one arm while simultaneously kneading the other mound. Her breathing was already very rapid; I could almost feel her excited heartbeat. My hand slowly slid down her waist, gently slipping inside her pajama bottoms, following her lower abdomen to her private parts. She paused for a moment, but didn't stop me; I knew she had given her consent. Her private parts had only a few fine hairs at the top, the rest perfectly smooth. She slightly parted her legs, and I slid down her delicate skin. It was warm and moist there. With a little pressure, my middle finger slipped into the crevice, and I realized it was completely soaked inside. Just then, my cousin let out a soft "Ah!" I must have accidentally touched her sensitive clitoris. I followed the trail and found that sensitive spot, gently rubbing it up and down.

My cousin's body convulsed and twisted as if electrocuted. A moment later, her small but powerful body arched her back, and a few seconds later, she went limp, and a viscous liquid spurted out. I think she had orgasmed. I looked at her, her lips slightly parted, her beautiful face flushed, utterly adorable. I leaned in and kissed her forehead and nose gently, finally giving her a deep kiss on her rosy lips.

After a moment, my cousin seemed to calm down a bit. She looked at me and said, "Little rascal, where did you learn that? You said you've never had a girlfriend!" I could hear a hint of disappointment and jealousy in her tone.

"No, really no, I swear, it's all from watching those..." I started to say but then stopped myself.

"What?" she asked curiously. "Pornographic magazines? Or movies?" "Hehe...both."

My cousin gently punched my chest with her small hand. "Okay, okay, I believe you." "So, now we..." I asked impatiently.

"I...I'm not mentally prepared for that..." my cousin said shyly.

"Oh," I felt a little disappointed. I should have just forced myself on her.

"Don't be upset," she said, touching my face with her small hand. "Can't we use our hands? Will you teach me?" It seemed like that was the only option. Although I was a little unwilling, I felt I should be happy that she was doing this. Besides, there was plenty of time; there would be other opportunities. At that moment, she gently slipped her hand inside my pajama bottoms and gently grasped my penis. A woman's hand was different; its delicate feel sent shivers down my spine.

"Sister's hand is so warm."

"Really? Is it different from my own hand?" she teased.

"Of course it's different, it feels so good."

She began to gently stroke it, and my penis instantly became incredibly hard. I immediately pulled off my pajama bottoms, closed my eyes, and began to enjoy the feeling. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet touching my glans. I opened my eyes and saw that she was curiously licking it. "What does it taste like?" I asked.

"Hmm, it's a bit strange, but it doesn't really have a smell."

Luckily, I had just taken a shower. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I've... seen people do this before, so I'm curious." "I like it, of course I like it, but if you're not used to it, you don't have to." "Hmm, it's okay." After saying that, she suddenly took the whole thing into her mouth. "Oh," I hummed. Although her technique was a bit clumsy, the warmth in her mouth, plus the texture of her tongue rubbing against my glans, was enough to cover up the discomfort of her teeth rubbing. Her head moved up and down gently, and with her hands continuing to tease, waves of pleasure slowly accumulated in my lower body. My penis slowly began to swell, and perhaps it was a male instinct, but I also began to thrust actively.

After a while, I felt that I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly got up, let her lie down, and then straddled her. Her small hands continued to stroke me, and she would occasionally lick it with her tongue. After a few minutes, I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Wife," I blurted out, "I can't take it anymore."

Immediately, a white liquid spurted from my genitals. She was startled, but her hand continued to gently rub against herself. After my penis throbbed a few times, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Opening my eyes, I realized that, perhaps because it was my first ejaculation, there was quite a lot; my semen was all over her beautiful cheeks, neck, and dark hair. Seeing that her eyes were tightly closed, I quickly released her hand and took some tissues from the bedside table to clean her up. After cleaning her, I quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I made you like this..."

Unexpectedly, "It's okay," she said, "I don't mind."

Then I lay down beside her and pulled her into my arms. "I love you!" I whispered.

"Yes, me too."

Slowly, we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up and saw her lovely face. I couldn't help but wonder if what happened last night was real. I looked at the cup; she was still naked from the waist up. Two slightly raised mounds of flesh tempted me again, and my hands restlessly began to knead them. Soon, pleasure spread through her body, and she slightly opened her eyes, watching me greedily caress her.

"You little pervert."

"Hmm?"

"Restless again?"

"Hehe, any objections?"

"No!"

She hooked her hand around mine, and we French kissed again. My already erect penis was now even more painful. Her small hand touched my penis. "What? So impatient?" she asked.

"Yes, how can I not be moved by such a beautiful princess in front of me?" "Heh, such a sweet tongue."

I got up and gently pressed myself against her. I kissed her from her forehead down, past her lips, slowly continuing downwards, pausing for a moment on her neck, then continuing down. I kissed her two beautiful breasts, then her lower abdomen, slowly pulling down her pajama bottoms and underwear to kiss her raised mounds. Then her thighs, then her calves, until her toes. I looked up and gently parted her legs. Light filtered through the thin sheet, revealing the beautiful, smooth, and alluring cleft. I brought my face close and inhaled; there was a unique feminine scent.

I used my fingers to separate the labia, and my cousin jumped in surprise, immediately covering herself with her hands in embarrassment. I kissed her small hands, then moved them aside. I observed and noticed a small patch of flesh above the valley—the nipple I had teased her with the night before. I couldn't resist licking it with my tongue. My cousin instinctively flinched, then squeezed her legs together, but held my head with her hands.

The taste was slightly salty, but I liked it. I continued licking, and my cousin continued to writhe like she had the night before. I took my finger and found that mysterious opening, slowly inserting one finger inside. This action made her even more uncomfortable. When I inserted it halfway in, I felt resistance. I knew this must be the legendary hymen, so I didn't dare to go any further. At this time, I licked the little fleshy bump while using my fingers to rummage around inside the hole. Before long, my cousin couldn't take it anymore. My fingers were squeezed tightly, and suddenly, a warm current slowly enveloped my fingers and then flowed out of the hole.

I took my finger out and put it in my mouth. To this day, I still don't know how to explain the taste, but I liked it.

I climbed back on top of her, my little brother sliding up her long legs and then pressing against her mound. "No..." she whispered.

"I know." I immediately got off her. After all, this was the first time, and what we had done was already a lot for her.

Just like the night before, she defeated me again with her little hands and mouth. After resting for a while, we quickly put on our pajamas and looked at the time; it was almost 9:30. Usually, my aunt would wake us up at this time. We cuddled for a while, and sure enough, my aunt knocked on the door... o o o

Not long after, she broke up with him, and we continued this relationship for a while. We never actually had sex, but I cherished our relationship. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. Six months later, due to some family reasons, my parents and I went abroad.

Before leaving, my cousin gave me her first time. I won't go into details here; I'll share it another time. But she will always occupy an irreplaceable place in my heart.

She is the "Spring Equinox" when I first tasted forbidden fruit.

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