My cousin and I slept together.

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The wind suddenly picked up, lifting my cousin's long skirt and easily covering her head. There was no one else around, except me. I still heard my cousin's cries, shy yet filled with great panic. I quickly realized why: I saw it! I saw that my cousin wasn't wearing anything under her skirt: white thighs, a flat stomach, and that mysterious area, where some dark pubic hair was growing vigorously. It was summer, and the hot country wind made even a twelve-year-old boy like me feel a longing. I didn't know what I wanted, only that I wanted it.

In front of my uncle's house was a swing set between two trees, and my cousin was sitting there swinging.

My cousin is a high school freshman now, 17 years old. Her long pink dress fluttered in the wind, and I stood beside her, watching her sway back and forth. My cousin is very beautiful—tall, with a full bust and a slender waist, and a face that always seemed to be smiling. At that time, I wholeheartedly believed that my cousin was the most beautiful girl in the world, so I loved laughing with her. Unfortunately, my cousin is much older than me, and she doesn't seem to understand my feelings.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing my cousin's long dress up and easily covering her head. There was no one else around, except for me. I still heard my cousin's cries, shy yet filled with great panic. I quickly realized why: I saw it! I saw that my cousin wasn't wearing anything under her skirt: white thighs, a flat stomach, and that mysterious area, where some dark pubic hair was growing vigorously.

I didn't know why a woman's private parts would look like that, but my heart was pounding wildly. I knew that you couldn't just look at the private parts of women older than me, because every older woman I'd ever met wouldn't let me see that area. What strange things were there? I knew there must be a big secret there. Now, my cousin's private parts flashed past me, because she quickly pulled her skirt down, and everything returned to normal. I felt a little flustered. My cousin got off the swing, walked in front of me, seemed to want to say something, but then stopped, her face flushed. I naively said, "Sister, I didn't see anything." My cousin gently said, "You little rascal, you got lucky." Her shy look was so cute, and I became even more convinced that my cousin was a thousand times more beautiful than those girls in my class who only knew how to tattle. It was a weekend, and my aunt and uncle went to visit relatives in the northeast. My cousin was afraid to sleep alone, so she asked me to keep her company that night. I was happy to oblige, so I went to my cousin's place in the morning. After finishing my homework, my cousin and I played on the swing in front of our house. I watched from the side, and then, thanks to the wind, I realized that my cousin wasn't wearing underwear, and that she had dark pubic hair. I was really young then, and it seemed like I didn't understand anything, but I still knew that my little thing down there had gotten hard for some reason, like it was inflated.

I knew I couldn't let my cousin know about this, so I told her I needed to pee and ran to the outhouse in the yard. I was surprised; my penis was much bigger than usual, almost unrecognizable. And I couldn't pee at all, which made me nervous for a while before everything returned to normal.

All day, my cousin's expression was a little strange, but a strong desire grew within me: I really wanted to see what was in my cousin's lower body. But I knew it was unrealistic, because a woman's private parts shouldn't be looked at casually.

That evening, after dinner and a bath, my cousin tutored me for a while, and then we went to bed. She had originally planned for me to sleep in the inner room, but I was reluctant and insisted on sleeping with her. My cousin seemed to still be thinking about what happened during the day. She didn't refuse me, but gently said, "You little rascal, it's okay to sleep with your sister, but you have to be well-behaved." I didn't quite understand, but just nodded repeatedly, "I'll definitely listen to you, sister." Then, my cousin and I got into bed. I quickly took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear, and wanted to see my cousin take off her clothes, or rather, her skirt. My cousin just smiled at me and then turned off the light. I knew she had taken off her skirt, and I also knew that she seemed to be wearing a bra around her chest, and what about her lower body? She was wearing underwear that I couldn't tell when she had put it on.

I lay down next to her, and just as I was about to make a move, my cousin had already covered me with a thin blanket and then put her arm around me. I couldn't move at all, so I didn't force myself and drifted off to sleep amidst my cousin's alluring fragrance.

It seemed like I was having a dream. I was standing on a mountaintop, surrounded by fire, getting hotter and hotter until the flames were about to engulf me. I woke up with a start, and it took a while for my heart to calm down, realizing it was all a dream. Then I realized something incredibly exciting: my blanket was gone, and my cousin, fast asleep, was holding me tightly in her arms. My right hand was pinned under her, while my left hand rested on her underwear.

Nothing could excite me more. I started to feel scared and wanted to pull my left hand away, but I couldn't bear to. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; I didn't want to miss it. I'd always wanted to know what was in my cousin's private area, and this was the perfect opportunity. Listening to her soft snoring, I knew a little manipulation was possible. I resolved to implement my plan, bit by bit. The ultimate goal wasn't so important, because a nine-year-old boy's knowledge was limited, but that didn't matter. I only needed to know what part of it I wanted. I wanted to understand the body of a woman I'd always admired, whether it was premeditated or subconscious, it didn't matter.

It was midnight, pitch black all around, yet I was filled with a feeling of bliss. I could already feel the soft, wonderful sensation of touching my cousin's body. She had a wonderful scent; I knew it wasn't perfume, and not every woman had that alluring fragrance.

I moved my hand slightly, just to test if my cousin was truly asleep. She didn't move; she was still asleep. Relieved, I took the opportunity to gently stroke her slightly warm skin with my right hand, which was still pressed against her body. Her skin was so soft and smooth; an indescribable pleasure rose within me. My left hand, not wanting to miss the chance, gently explored her underwear.

Her underwear seemed so small; because of the slightest movement, my hand touched the soft inner thigh. Worried that she might wake up, I didn't dare to be too rough, simply gently rubbing her underwear. Perhaps because she was small, my cousin's underwear was taut, bulging inside, and I wondered what might be inside. I happily speculated, already noticing my own erection. I was a little unsure what to do

when, suddenly, my cousin moved. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she had simply changed her sleeping position and pulled me tightly into her arms. I could barely move, because her arms were wrapped around my back, pressing my body tightly against her chest.

While my movements were restricted, I discovered two places that excited me even more. First, my chest was pressed tightly against my cousin's full breasts. Even through a thin layer of fabric, I could still feel her large, firm breasts, which seemed to transport me back to the happy times I spent in my mother's arms. The other place was where my left hand was tightly trapped between my cousin's legs, in that mysterious area. It was hot there, and incredibly alluring. I didn't quite know what kind of result I wanted, but I really wanted it. Moreover, my little thing down there was already swollen beyond control, pressing against my cousin's lower abdomen through my underwear. It felt very comfortable, and I had a tingling sensation in my heart. I wanted to do something, but I was afraid my cousin would find out. This kind of thing seemed to be forbidden by adults, so I naturally had to be extra careful. My cousin was still sleeping soundly, but I wasn't sleepy at all. I only had a kind of excitement mixed with great anxiety. My heart felt like it was pounding with a deer, about to burst out of its chest.

Although my hand was between my cousin's thighs, I still had a little room to move. I moved my fingers slightly and managed to slip them inside her panties from the edge. There seemed to be a lot of hair inside, just like I had seen during the day. I became even more excited and was about to make a further move when a hand reached out from the side, pulled my hand away from my cousin's thigh. I knew that my cousin was awake and didn't know what to do. I thought to myself, "Is my good time over?"

My cousin didn't make a sound. After I placed my left hand on her upper body, she seemed to fall asleep again, or perhaps she didn't wake up at all. I felt greatly encouraged; at least I wasn't rejected. Now, my young and beautiful cousin and I were embracing, but her lower body—that most mysterious part of a woman—wasn't open to me. I wanted to know what was inside that made all women keep it a secret from me.

My hands were resting on my cousin's smooth back, and I had the urge to undo her bra. It was pressing between our burning bodies, making me uncomfortable. I felt the clasp should be behind her, so I searched behind her back. I found it, but didn't know what to do. It was fastened very tightly, and I tried several times without success. I was almost about to give up when my cousin's hand reached behind her back and moved slightly. I knew the bra was now... The bra was off, and I tossed it aside. Then, I hugged my cousin's plump body. Apart from our underwear, neither of us had any extra clothes. I thought my cousin would say something, but she didn't. She just hugged me tighter and placed my face between her two soft, large breasts. I could feel that my little thing down there was constantly swollen, never having rested for so long. I did something I hadn't done in years: I took my cousin's nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it. A wonderful feeling rose from within. I knew I had made the right choice because I heard my cousin's reaction. She moaned, a sound of pain mixed with pleasure. It was the first time I'd heard a woman make such a sound. I didn't know why, but I felt a tremendous sense of encouragement. My movements became somewhat large and unrestrained, my hands roaming over my cousin's body. My cousin continued to moan. She stopped me, letting my hand slide from her back to her chest, then down to her flat stomach and firm, elastic buttocks. My hand was already inside her panties, but from behind, so she didn't notice. Her attention was still on her chest, as my mouth kept moving between her nipples, and I was gently kneading her breast with one hand. Her moans continued, and I could feel her body twitching slightly.

Just then, my hand quietly slipped into my cousin's crotch. As she squeezed her legs together, my left hand grasped her pubic hair. She didn't say anything, only gripped my body tightly, squeezing her lower body even tighter to restrict my hand's movement, but didn't remove it like the first time. I knew I was halfway there. My right hand began to knead her breasts vigorously. She didn't seem to feel pain; instead, her moans grew louder. I... At that moment, I felt her legs loosen considerably, so my left hand slid down, finding the spot I was looking for beneath the pubic hair… I didn't give up, because my fingers touched a hard little clitoris there. As soon as I touched it, my cousin reacted violently; her moans grew louder, and she opened her legs wider, allowing my hand to explore further. Her legs opened and closed rhythmically… I knew my cousin liked what I was doing, but I didn't know what to do next. …My cousin's moans echoed in the room, and I wished this moment could last forever.

Suddenly, my cousin stopped what she was doing and whispered in my ear, "Quick, get on top of me." Hearing her voice for the first time was incredibly encouraging. I quickly pulled off my underwear and lay on top of her plump body. She was lying on her back on the bed, letting me clumsily remove her tight underwear. She opened her legs, allowing me to comfortably lie on top of her. I almost thought I was dreaming. My still-erect penis pressed against her smooth belly, and my hands rubbed… I was rubbing my cousin's breasts, which seemed to have grown much larger. There was something soft sealing the opening; I knew it was my cousin's lips. I didn't know what to do. My cousin had already started to suck gently, as if she wanted to eat what was in my mouth. It felt so good; I really thought I was dreaming. My cousin's actions didn't stop there. Something wet and slippery was put into my mouth and gently stirred around. I imitated my cousin and put my tongue into her mouth. The two of us kissed passionately until we couldn't breathe anymore.

I lay on top of my cousin, unsure what to do next, when her hand reached out and grasped my hard little thing, guiding it... I felt like I'd found a treasure, and immediately took action... The immense pleasure made me hug my cousin tightly, and then we both fell asleep. The beautiful summer day ended just like that. Many things happened afterward, but I will never forget them.

After my cousin got married, she once teased me, saying, "You cute boy, your sister took your first time, but you didn't take her virginity." I wasn't disappointed at all, because my cousin was my mentor; she introduced me to the wonders of women and sex. And I didn't lose out; after she got married, she let me into her increasingly voluptuous body more than once, giving me endless pleasure—but that's another story.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing my cousin's long skirt up and easily covering her head. There was no one else around, except for me. I still heard my cousin's cries, shy yet filled with great panic. I quickly realized why: I saw it. I saw that my cousin wasn't wearing anything under her skirt: white thighs, a flat stomach, and that mysterious area, where some dark pubic hair was growing vigorously. It must have been summer; the hot country breeze made even a twelve-year-old boy like me feel a longing. I didn't know what I wanted, I just knew I wanted something.

In front of my uncle's house was a swing set between two trees, and my cousin was sitting there swinging.

My cousin is a high school freshman now, 17 years old. Her long pink dress fluttered in the wind, and I stood beside her, watching her sway back and forth. My cousin is very beautiful—tall, with a full bust and a slender waist, and a face that always seemed to be smiling. At that time, I wholeheartedly believed that my cousin was the most beautiful girl in the world, so I loved laughing with her. Unfortunately, my cousin is much older than me, and she doesn't seem to understand my feelings.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, blowing my cousin's long dress up and easily covering her head. There was no one else around, except for me. I still heard my cousin's cries, shy yet filled with great panic. I quickly realized why: I saw it! I saw that my cousin wasn't wearing anything under her skirt: white thighs, a flat stomach, and that mysterious area, where some dark pubic hair was growing vigorously.

I didn't know why a woman's private parts would look like that, but my heart was pounding wildly. I knew that you couldn't just look at the private parts of women older than me, because every older woman I'd ever met wouldn't let me see that area. What strange things were there? I knew there must be a big secret there. Now, my cousin's private parts flashed past me, because she quickly pulled her skirt down, and everything returned to normal. I felt a little flustered. My cousin got off the swing, walked in front of me, seemed to want to say something, but then stopped, her face flushed. I naively said, "Sister, I didn't see anything." My cousin gently said, "You little rascal, you got lucky." Her shy look was so cute, and I became even more convinced that my cousin was a thousand times more beautiful than those girls in my class who only knew how to tattle. It was a weekend, and my aunt and uncle went to visit relatives in the northeast. My cousin was afraid to sleep alone, so she asked me to keep her company that night. I was happy to oblige, so I went to my cousin's place in the morning. After finishing my homework, my cousin and I played on the swing in front of our house. I watched from the side, and then, thanks to the wind, I realized that my cousin wasn't wearing underwear, and that she had dark pubic hair. I was really young then, and it seemed like I didn't understand anything, but I still knew that my little thing down there had gotten hard for some reason, like it was inflated.

I knew I couldn't let my cousin know about this, so I told her I needed to pee and ran to the outhouse in the yard. I was surprised; my penis was much bigger than usual, almost unrecognizable. And I couldn't pee at all, which made me nervous for a while before everything returned to normal.

All day, my cousin's expression was a little strange, while a strong desire grew within me: I really wanted to take a closer look at what was in my cousin's lower body. But I knew it was unrealistic, because a woman's private parts shouldn't be looked at casually.

That evening, after dinner and a shower, my cousin tutored me for a while, and then we went to bed. She had originally planned for me to sleep in the inner room, but I was reluctant and insisted on sleeping with her. My cousin seemed to be thinking about what had happened during the day, and while she didn't refuse, she gently said, "Little rascal, it's okay to sleep with your sister, but you have to be well-behaved." I didn't quite understand, but just nodded repeatedly, "I'll definitely listen to you, sister." Then, my cousin and I got into bed. I quickly took off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear, and wanted to see my cousin undress—or rather, take off her skirt. My cousin just smiled at me and turned off the light. I knew she had taken off her skirt, and I also knew she seemed to be wearing a bra around her chest. But what about her lower body? There was a pair of underwear that had been changed at some point.

I lay down next to her, and just as I was about to make a move, my cousin covered me with a thin blanket and then pressed her arm against me. I couldn't move at all, so I didn't force it and fell asleep in my cousin's alluring scent.

It seemed like I was having a dream. I was standing on a mountaintop, surrounded by fire, getting hotter and hotter, and it looked like the fire was about to reach me. I woke up with a start, and it took me a while to calm down and realize that I had just had a dream. Then I realized something that excited me greatly: the blanket was gone, and my cousin, who was sleeping soundly, was holding me tightly in her arms. My right hand was pressed under her body, and my left hand was on her underwear.

Nothing could excite me more. I started to feel a little scared and wanted to pull my left hand away, yet I couldn't bear to. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I didn't want to miss it. I'd always wanted to know what was in my cousin's private area, and this was the perfect chance. Listening to her soft snoring, I knew that a little movement was acceptable. I resolved to implement my plan little by little. The ultimate goal of this plan wasn't that important, because a nine-year-old boy's knowledge was limited, but that didn't matter. I only needed to know what part of it I wanted. I wanted to understand the body of a woman I'd always liked, whether it was premeditated or subconscious, it didn't matter.

It was midnight, and although it was pitch black all around, I was filled with a feeling of happiness. I could already feel the soft, wonderful sensation of my cousin's body against my skin. She had a wonderful scent; I knew it wasn't perfume, and not every woman has that alluring fragrance.

I moved my hand slightly, just to check if she was truly asleep. She didn't move; she was still asleep. Relieved, I took the opportunity to gently caress her slightly warm skin with my right hand, moving it lightly. Her skin was so soft and smooth; an indescribable pleasure rose within me. My left hand, not wanting to miss the chance, gently explored her underwear.

My cousin's panties looked so small. With a slight movement, my hand touched the inside of her soft thigh. Worried she might wake up, I didn't dare move too much, just gently rubbing her panties. Perhaps because they were small, her panties were very tight, and there was a bulge inside; I wondered what might be inside. I was happily imagining things when I noticed my lower body was already swollen. I was a little unsure of what to do

when my cousin suddenly moved. I was startled, thinking she had woken up, but she had just changed her sleeping position and was now holding me tightly in her arms. I could barely move because her arms were wrapped around my back, pressing my body tightly against her chest.

While my movements were restricted, I discovered two places that excited me even more. First, my chest was pressed tightly against my cousin's full breasts. Even through a thin layer of fabric, I could still feel her large, firm breasts, which seemed to transport me back to the happy times I spent in my mother's arms. The other place was where my left hand was tightly trapped between my cousin's legs, in that mysterious area. It was hot there, and incredibly alluring. I didn't quite know what kind of result I wanted, but I really wanted it. Moreover, my little thing down there was already swollen beyond control, pressing against my cousin's lower abdomen through my underwear. It felt very comfortable, and I had a tingling sensation in my heart. I wanted to do something, but I was afraid my cousin would find out. This kind of thing seemed to be forbidden by adults, so I naturally had to be extra careful. My cousin was still sleeping soundly, but I wasn't sleepy at all. I only had a kind of excitement mixed with great anxiety. My heart felt like it was pounding with a deer, about to burst out of its chest.

Although my hand was between my cousin's thighs, I still had a little room to move. I moved my fingers slightly and managed to slip them inside her panties from the edge. There seemed to be a lot of hair inside, just like I had seen during the day. I became even more excited and was about to make a further move when a hand reached out from the side, pulled my hand away from my cousin's thigh. I knew that my cousin was awake and didn't know what to do. I thought to myself, "Is my good time over?"

My cousin didn't make a sound. After I placed my left hand on her upper body, she seemed to fall asleep again, or perhaps she didn't wake up at all. I felt greatly encouraged; at least I wasn't rejected. Now, my young and beautiful cousin and I were embracing, but her lower body—that most mysterious part of a woman—wasn't open to me. I wanted to know what was inside that made all women keep it a secret from me.

My hands were resting on my cousin's smooth back, and I had the urge to undo her bra. It was pressing between our burning bodies, making me uncomfortable. I felt the clasp should be behind her, so I searched behind her back. I found it, but didn't know what to do. It was fastened very tightly, and I tried several times without success. I was almost about to give up when my cousin's hand reached behind her back and moved slightly. I knew the bra was now... The bra was off, and I tossed it aside. Then, I hugged my cousin's plump body. Apart from our underwear, neither of us had any extra clothes. I thought my cousin would say something, but she didn't. She just hugged me tighter and placed my face between her two soft, large breasts. I could feel that my little thing down there was constantly swollen, never having rested for so long. I did something I hadn't done in years: I took my cousin's nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it. A wonderful feeling rose from within. I knew I had made the right choice because I heard my cousin's reaction. She moaned, a sound of pain mixed with pleasure. It was the first time I'd heard a woman make such a sound. I didn't know why, but I felt a tremendous sense of encouragement. My movements became somewhat large and unrestrained, my hands roaming over my cousin's body. My cousin continued to moan. She stopped me, letting my hand slide from her back to her chest, then down to her flat stomach and firm, elastic buttocks. My hand was already inside her panties, but from behind, so she didn't notice. Her attention was still on her chest, as my mouth kept moving between her nipples, and I was gently kneading her breast with one hand. Her moans continued, and I could feel her body twitching slightly.

Just then, my hand quietly slipped into my cousin's crotch. As she squeezed her legs together, my left hand grasped her pubic hair. She didn't say anything, only gripped my body tightly, squeezing her lower body even tighter to restrict my hand's movement, but didn't remove it like the first time. I knew I was halfway there. My right hand began to knead her breasts vigorously. She didn't seem to feel pain; instead, her moans grew louder. I... At that moment, I felt her legs loosen considerably, so my left hand slid down, finding the spot I was looking for beneath the pubic hair… I didn't give up, because my fingers touched a hard little clitoris there. As soon as I touched it, my cousin reacted violently; her moans grew louder, and she opened her legs wider, allowing my hand to explore further. Her legs opened and closed rhythmically… I knew my cousin liked what I was doing, but I didn't know what to do next. …My cousin's moans echoed in the room, and I wished this moment could last forever.

Suddenly, my cousin stopped what she was doing and whispered in my ear, "Quick, get on top of me." Hearing her voice for the first time was incredibly encouraging. I quickly pulled off my underwear and lay on top of her plump body. She was lying on her back on the bed, letting me clumsily remove her tight underwear. She opened her legs, allowing me to comfortably lie on top of her. I almost thought I was dreaming. My still-erect penis pressed against her smooth belly, and my hands rubbed… I was rubbing my cousin's breasts, which seemed to have grown much larger. There was something soft sealing the opening; I knew it was my cousin's lips. I didn't know what to do. My cousin had already started to suck gently, as if she wanted to eat what was in my mouth. It felt so good; I really thought I was dreaming. My cousin's actions didn't stop there. Something wet and slippery was put into my mouth and gently stirred around. I imitated my cousin and put my tongue into her mouth. The two of us kissed passionately until we couldn't breathe anymore.

I lay on top of my cousin, unsure what to do next, when her hand reached out and grasped my hard little thing, guiding it... I felt like I'd found a treasure, and immediately took action... The immense pleasure made me hug my cousin tightly, and then we both fell asleep. The beautiful summer day ended just like that. Many things happened afterward, but I will never forget them.

After my cousin got married, she once teased me, saying, "You cute boy, your sister took your first time, but you didn't take my virginity." I wasn't disappointed at all, because my cousin was my mentor. She was the one who let me experience the wonders of women and sex. And I didn't lose out. After she got married, my cousin let me into her increasingly voluptuous body more than once, giving me endless pleasure. But that's another story.

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