My cousin's toys

My cousin's name is Zhao Yang (pseudonym). I've only met him twice. The first time was when he was just born. My parents took me to my uncle's house. He was only a month old then, and I was more interested in the delicious full-moon feast I was going to have, completely ignoring the tiny baby.
The second time was during Chinese New Year one year. My uncle and his family of three came to visit. My cousin, with a runny nose, hid behind my uncle, timid and very shy. That's the only impression I have of him.
I never saw this distant cousin again until something happened during the summer between my junior and senior years of college.
To this day, whenever I think back to that time, I don't know whether I regret it or feel fortunate! Although my home is in a county town, it's still a county town under the provincial capital.
It's only about a three-hour drive from the city (the provincial capital) to my home via the highway.
Because I didn't want to be too far from home, after graduating from high school, I chose a university in the city. Although it wasn't a prestigious university, it was still a decent first-tier university.
I wouldn't call myself a model student, nor a model student, but I never sought out anything new or exciting. In high school, I studied physiology and hygiene, and read so-called shoujo manga and romance novels (those familiar with these genres probably know that many romance novels are like those little notebooks, quite explicit, and if they went any further, they'd become adult novels).
Out of curiosity, I learned to masturbate in my senior year of high school.
Later, in my sophomore year of college, I had my second boyfriend (the first was in high school; looking back, it felt like playing house—just holding hands and kissing, so I won't go into details). I also experienced the forbidden fruit and would discuss some rather suggestive topics with my best friends.
But I always considered myself a rather reserved and proper girl, even in bed with my boyfriend.
I lived this peacefully until the end of my junior year. Due to years of increased enrollment, the school dormitories were finally insufficient, so they called on us graduating seniors and local students to give up our dorms to the juniors, and we had to rent apartments ourselves.
When I first heard this news, I was quite angry. Why should we? But my best friend's words immediately changed my mind.
"Yeah, this way I can live with my boyfriend!" I quickly showed my support for the school with my actions.
Our school has two residential areas, an old one right next to the school and a new one further away.
Because it was built earlier, the old area consists of compact, older houses, and many faculty and staff have bought their own homes or moved to the new area.
My boyfriend and I quickly found a suitable apartment in the old area—a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment. It wasn't big, but it was more than enough for the two of us. The apartment had been slightly renovated, and you couldn't feel the decaying atmosphere typical of old buildings.
It was a bit high up, on the eighth floor, the top floor.
But who cares about having just the two of us?
We agreed that I would pick up the apartment when school started, and I paid a 500 yuan deposit. I left the school with anticipation and a touch of reluctance to leave my boyfriend.
When I got home, the first thing I did was tell my parents about it (of course, I didn't mention my boyfriend). Because I've always been someone who puts them at ease, they trust me quite a bit, so they only complained a little about the school's actions and then agreed.
But I think what really reassured them were the imaginary roommate I made up and the retired professor landlord.
The following days felt like an eternity; I desperately wished time would pass faster, even complaining about how long this damn summer vacation was.
But no matter how much I complained, the days continued at their own leisurely pace. I could only soothe my empty spirit and body through phone calls and texts with my boyfriend, and through secret masturbation.
Everything was fine at first; once this damn summer vacation was over, I could finally spend my days with my boyfriend, all lovey-dovey and affectionate.
But sometimes things don't go as planned.
My distant cousin, whom I'd only met twice, got into high school—a top-tier high school in the city, and to make matters worse, it was our school's affiliated high school!
To celebrate, my cousin's family invited all the relatives and friends who could attend to a meal.
My uncle, who had drunk too much, said that he and my aunt were too busy with work to go to the city to take care of my younger cousin, and they wanted to hire someone to do so.
My dad, also drunk, before I could react, grabbed his glass and said, "Who needs to be hired? Xiaoru (that's me!) is at XX University, and she's renting a place. Yangyang can live with her, and Xiaoru can even tutor him!" At that moment, I felt like dying. When I got home, I calmed down and thought about it. My dad and uncle were both drunk; they probably forgot when they sobered up.
But there's a saying: the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment! The next morning, my uncle and aunt arrived with gifts.
After some polite refusals and some insistence, it was finally settled, and I didn't even have a chance to object.
My uncle and aunt trusted me completely, giving me a year's rent upfront, and I was also put in charge of my cousin's living expenses.
Always obedient to my parents, I habitually agreed.
(My uncle's family runs a business and is considered moderately wealthy; my parents said they have several million.) After my uncle and his family left, I pouted and shook my dad's arm, saying, "Dad, my cousin is already in high school. It's inconvenient for him to live with me!" "What's inconvenient about it? Look at Yangyang, he's a head shorter than you (I'm 163cm and 52kg), and so thin. He's clearly a kid. Isn't your place a one-bedroom apartment? You can live inside and he can live outside." My dad is very proud; once he says something, it's done.
I knew I couldn't change anything, so I told my boyfriend, my voice trembling with tears.
I don't even know how I spent the rest of the summer vacation.
Because my cousin had to register for school early, my uncle drove us to the city at the end of August. Besides my cousin's wife, they also brought him the necessities they had prepared.
Along the way, because of my mood, I didn't say much. Except for a polite reply when my cousin greeted me, I barely looked at him.
My aunt asked me what was wrong. I had to say I was a little carsick to get away with it.
When I arrived at school, I met the landlord, signed the contract, and paid a year's rent upfront.
Then it was time to tidy up the place. With my uncle and aunt's help, they moved my things in too. We were busy until the afternoon, and everything was ready.
My uncle treated us to a big dinner, and then they found a hotel near the school, leaving just my cousin and me staring at each other in the room.
That's when I really looked at my cousin properly for the first time. He was thin, less than 1.6 meters tall, with short hair, fair skin, and big glasses. He seemed like a very delicate, bookish guy.
"Sis!"
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable being stared at
, my cousin called out softly. It was so soft that I probably wouldn't have heard him if the room hadn't been so quiet.
His tone was also very weak.
He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact.
"What?"
Seeing his weak appearance, my anger subsided a little.
"Sis, did I do something to upset you?"
His voice was still soft and cautious.
It made me almost unable to stay angry with him.
"It's alright, it's nothing! From now on, you have to listen to me and study hard!" My tone became much gentler now that I wasn't angry.
"Okay, I know, I'll listen to you, sister."
Perhaps because of my changed tone, my cousin finally looked up and smiled.
Looking at him closely, I noticed he was quite handsome, though the glasses ruined his overall look.
"Alright, you've had a long day, go wash up and go to bed early."
Before bed, I laid out a set of rules for living together.
When I wanted to tell my cousin, I found he was already asleep on the bed in the living room.
The next day, I went to register my cousin for school in the morning, picked up his schedule and books, and in the afternoon, I accompanied my uncle and his family to buy him a computer.
And just like that, another day passed.
My uncle and his family left on the third day. Before they left, I repeatedly assured them that I would take good care of my cousin.
So they left happily, leaving behind my cousin and two thousand yuan for living expenses (I only had one thousand yuan for myself).
My life returned to normal, except for the addition of my younger cousin.
He really is like a little kid, or rather, he's completely a little kid. He's timid and hesitant around me, always listening to me, unlike the typical high school brats I knew. I
really don't know how he studies so well. Oh, and he's very good with computers too; he knows a lot of things I don't, even though all I know is how to surf the internet and chat on QQ… In short, he's better than me.
After a few days, I stopped being so wary of him and went back to my usual self. I genuinely treated him like a little brother who knew nothing.
Every time I walked through the living room after showering, wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown, my cousin would lower his head, avoiding eye contact, though his bright red ears betrayed him. I found this side of him quite adorable.
Especially when I was tutoring him in my pajamas, he practically buried his head in his book.
(I just thought his shyness was cute; I didn't do anything to flirt with him.) I wouldn't say I'm exceptionally beautiful, but I'm definitely presentable. I'm quite confident about my figure, though: a C-cup bust, a full, round butt, straight, long legs, and a waist that's neither too thick nor too thin. My best friend teased me quite a bit when we showered in the dorm.
It's just that I don't usually wear very revealing clothes, so it rarely got noticed, except for my boyfriend.
Soon after, school started, and my boyfriend finally returned to campus.
Unfortunately, we couldn't live together, so we had to go to a hotel like before.
I don't know if it was because I'd been holding back all summer, but my boyfriend was incredibly vigorous; he came four times in one night, until I started begging for mercy. It wasn't
until the next morning that I remembered my cousin was still in the room.
When I got back, I found he'd already gone to class and left me a note to reassure me, which made me like him even more.
He's obedient, sensible, and often does chores.
Sometimes, when I wanted something to eat or drink at night, I'd ask him to run errands, and he seemed quite happy about it.
After we got to know each other better, he wasn't as timid as he had been at the beginning.
In short, everything was going well.
Until one time, I came back from karaoke with some girlfriends after 11 pm. My cousin was already asleep. I quietly took my pajamas and clean underwear to take a shower, but then I realized my underwear, which I had left in the bathroom basin the day before, was missing.
I started looking for it in the house and finally found it washed and hanging on the balcony.
I didn't remember washing it. Could my cousin have washed it? Because we have a washing machine, I always throw my clothes in it, except for my underwear, which I hand-wash. Sometimes, when I'm lazy, I'll wait a few days before washing it.
I never expected my cousin to wash it for me.
I didn't think much of it at the time, and went to sleep after showering.
The next morning, I wanted to ask my cousin, but he had already gone to class.
Senior year classes are already light, which exacerbated my laziness. I wanted to go to the library, but my boyfriend and his friends had plans to play League of Legends, so I had to stay in bed. I went out for lunch, and when I got back to my room, I started watching Korean dramas until the afternoon. When I took off my headphones, I realized it was already past 9 PM.
I was so engrossed in the drama that I forgot the time, and I was so focused on cursing the evil mother-in-law that I even forgot I was hungry.
My cousin had finished his evening study session and should be back by now, right? I opened the door and saw the living room light was on. He was back, but not in the living room. The bathroom light was on, but there was no sound of running water. I wondered what he was doing in there.
I was a little curious and wanted to peek. I really just thought of him as a little brother; I didn't have any other thoughts.
I quietly moved a stool and placed it gently by the bathroom door, which had a vent that could be opened.
As soon as I tiptoed onto the stool, I heard a "Sis, um..." from inside the bathroom. I was so scared that I froze, not daring to make a sound.
After a while, he still showed no sign of opening the door, so I slowly straightened up and peered through the air vent.
That was the first time I saw my cousin naked. He was pale and thin, but I didn't have time to appreciate his nakedness; what he was doing completely shocked me.
He was standing sideways, his left hand holding my bra tightly against his nose, breathing heavily, while his other hand was using my panties to masturbate his genitals. The clear marks on the panties proved that they were the unwashed underwear I had changed out of the night before.
I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. I
just stared blankly as my cousin masturbated with my worn underwear.
"Sis, ah..."
I only snapped out of my daze when my cousin made another sound.
But judging from his expression, he clearly wasn't really calling me; from his voice, I knew he was in a state of ecstasy.
"What are you doing?"
I blurted out without thinking.
Looking back now, I don't know what I felt at the time; it wasn't anger, but more of a shock.
I jumped off the stool and pushed open the bathroom door. He hadn't locked it.
My cousin was stunned. He turned around, frozen in place.
His bra was still on his face, his underwear still hanging on his genitals.
He stood there motionless.
"Sis...I..."
He managed to utter two trembling words before his body jerked violently, and a stream of white fluid spurted from his genitals, landing on my chest and sticking to my pajamas. Then another stream...
Chapter Two: Punishment
. By the time he stopped, my pajamas were covered in his semen.
"Sis...I..."
he repeated, his head bowed, refusing to look at me.
"You...you..."
I trembled with rage, unable to speak.
Without thinking, I grabbed his genitals.
"Ah..."
I don't know if I used too much force and hurt him, or maybe he knew I was angry. He only let out a soft groan and quickly put the bra he was holding behind his back. Because my panties were still hanging on his genitals and I was holding them, he had no choice but to put his right hand behind his back. He
stood there awkwardly with his head down.
Only when I held it in my hand did I realize that my cousin's genitals were completely disproportionate to his body. Compared to my boyfriend's, it was like the difference between an elementary school student and a college student. I couldn't even hold it with one hand, and the length was even more frightening.
"You like this?"
"Sis... I..."
"Don't say anything else, just say whether you like it or not."
I deliberately made my tone sound stern
so that I wouldn't be distracted by his huge penis.
"I... I like it..."
My cousin's voice was almost softer than a mosquito's buzz. If we weren't so close, I wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.
"You like it, right? Then I'll let you like it to your heart's content."
I don't know if I had a brain fart.
I decided to punish him by helping him masturbate.
My hand skillfully rubbed the tip of his penis a few times, using the residual semen as lubrication, and began to stroke it.
I'd helped my boyfriend masturbate before when I had my period, but I felt like I was putting in more effort today.
"Mmm...mmm..."
My cousin probably didn't dare to make a sound, only letting out nasal noises.
"What's wrong? Feeling good?"
I asked him while stroking it.
But my cousin still didn't say anything.
After a few strokes, his penis, which had been a little soft, became erect again, hard and pointing straight up, even bigger than when I held it.
It wasn't easy for me to move while standing, so I squatted down, grabbed my cousin's penis with both hands, and vigorously stroked it up and down.
It must have been because he was too sensitive, because not long after, without my warning, my cousin ejaculated again, this time getting it on my hair, face, and even a little bit on my mouth.
I'd never given my boyfriend oral sex, let alone swallowed his semen, even when he begged me.
But the first time I tasted it was my cousin's! I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore; all I wanted was to teach him a lesson.
My hands started moving faster and harder.
And so… he ejaculated again and again, until my shoulders ached terribly before I stopped.
But by then, my face, hair, pajamas, chest, and neck were covered in my cousin's semen, some of it running down my chest and into my pajamas.
Suddenly, I felt a drop of water on the back of my hand. I looked up and saw my cousin was already crying his eyes out, but he didn't dare make a sound, just silently sobbing.
Seeing him like that, I felt a pang of sympathy.
My legs started to ache, and I tried to stand up, forgetting I was still holding his penis. With a sudden pull, I tried to stand up for support.
"Sis…it hurts…"
I heard my cousin's tearful voice and realized what I was holding.
I let go and saw his penis was red and swollen, especially the foreskin.
I suddenly realized I had gone too far.
Thinking back to my own masturbation in high school, my cousin was just immature. At this age, it's natural to have needs. Was I making a mountain out of a molehill? "Don't cry!" As soon as I finished speaking, my cousin returned to his previous silent sobbing state.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
"I...I know..."
"Will you dare to do it again?"
"No..."
"Why did you do that with my underwear?"
"Because...because..."
"Because what? Tell me!"
"Because...because you're so pretty, sister..."
"..."
My cousin's words warmed my heart. I think no woman wouldn't want to hear such a compliment, right? Although the current situation was a bit strange,
my anger subsided considerably.
"As punishment, you'll have to wash all my clothes from now on, especially today's." "Um, sister...I'm sorry, I won't do it again...please don't be angry, okay?" He finally looked up. Looking at his tear-streaked, youthful face, I couldn't stay angry anymore.
"If you do this again, I'll tell Uncle!"
Although I was still criticizing him, my tone was much gentler.
"Don't ask me about these things in the future, and don't do things you don't understand, okay?" I regretted saying the last sentence as soon as I said it, but thinking about it carefully, it didn't matter. I just considered it tutoring my cousin on hygiene.
"Okay. I know, I'll listen to you, sis."
Although he still sobbed occasionally, my cousin finally stopped crying.
"You go out first, I need to take a shower."
My cousin ran out of the bathroom as fast as he could, taking my underwear with him.
My face was sticky, and when I wiped my face with my hand, some semen accidentally got on my lips. I subconsciously licked it and felt a faint fishy smell. I realized it was my cousin's semen, but it wasn't as disgusting as I had imagined... After showering, I realized I hadn't taken any clean clothes. The
ones I had taken off were unwearable, even my underwear was sticky with them.
After thinking for a moment, I used a towel to cover my chest and genitals.
"I'm coming out, don't look! Close your eyes!"
I shouted towards the bathroom door.
"..."
"Are you sure you're closed?"
"Yes."
I opened the door and peeked in. My cousin was sitting on the bed with his back to me, his head bowed.
I slowly walked towards the bedroom.
My eyes were fixed on my cousin until I entered the bedroom, but he didn't move.
"Sis, can you open your eyes now?"
My cousin finally spoke after I put on clean underwear and pajamas (I forgot to mention, I only wore underwear when I put on my pajamas).
"Mmm!"
I replied, opening the door behind me.
I noticed that my cousin was only wearing a shirt, his lower body was still naked.
"Why aren't you wearing pants?"
"Sis, it hurts..."
Perhaps the experience earlier had made me used to it, and I didn't seem to mind looking at my cousin's naked body anymore.
"Let me see."
My cousin obediently turned around, spread his legs, and revealed his enormous penis. Even though it was limp now, its size still shocked me. Although I only have one boyfriend, I've secretly watched adult films, and my cousin's penis is definitely one of the biggest I've ever seen.
However, this enormous penis was now covered in redness and swelling.
"It hurts, sis, please be gentle."
I had barely touched it with my hand when my cousin showed intense pain.
I thought for a moment, then brought my head close to my cousin's crotch and gently blew on it.
"How about now? Any better?"
"Mmm, sis, it feels much better when you blow on it!"
My cousin's voice was still so soft.
But I felt that our position was as lewd as it could possibly be. I buried my head between my cousin's legs, as if I were giving him oral sex... While my mind was wandering, I didn't notice that my cousin's penis had started to get erect again. By the time I realized it, the head of his penis was almost touching my mouth.
"Ah..."
Startled, I jerked back.
"You're injured and still not behaving."
"Sis, I...I didn't mean to, I...I couldn't control it, it just got like this..." I realized what was happening. Even adults can't control things, and I was asking a little kid... I made a makeshift ice pack for my cousin and quickly went back to my room to sleep because I didn't dare let him know that my underwear was wet, two pairs of them were wet. The pair I wore to the bathroom got wet when I punished him, and to avoid him noticing, I deliberately threw them into a basin of water. But the pair I changed into just got wet again... That night, I dreamed about my cousin's huge penis. When I woke up the next day, I found my bed...wet...
Chapter Three: The Bottom Line
The following days returned to calm. Neither my cousin nor I mentioned what happened that night, but we both knew it had occurred.
My cousin tried even harder in front of me, but he became much quieter.
I also went to hotels with my boyfriend a few times, but we never stayed overnight. I didn't feel comfortable leaving my cousin alone at home.
I don't know if it's because I'm worried about my cousin, but I'm never really satisfied when I'm with my boyfriend. I keep thinking about his penis and subconsciously compare it to mine, which makes it even less enjoyable.
Every time this happens, I feel conflicted. Am I betraying my boyfriend? I haven't let my boyfriend meet my cousin yet. At first, I was afraid he'd tell his family, but now it's even more complicated. I don't know how to interact with them.
To be precise, I don't know what attitude to take towards them.
Thankfully, my boyfriend accepted my first reason, and he said he secretly saw my cousin and that he's just a kid, so he feels more at ease. This makes me even more conflicted; I feel a vague sense of guilt and some resentment.
I really want to ask him, "Have you ever seen a kid with such a big penis?" But unless I'm completely insane, I definitely won't ask that.
We've been living peacefully like this for over half a month.
But every time I see my cousin washing my underwear, I get a strange feeling.
To prevent my cousin from masturbating with my underwear again, I made him wash his underwear before showering, and he had to shower with the bathroom door open.
After that, I checked his genitals a few times, and he recovered in less than a week. However, he would occasionally get an erection while I was checking him, which made me afraid to look directly at him.
It wasn't shyness; I was afraid I would have inappropriate thoughts.
One night, I was browsing Taobao online when I suddenly heard a knock on my bedroom door around 10 PM.
"What is it?"
I took off my headphones and opened the door.
My cousin stood there nervously.
"Sis, there's a problem I don't know how to solve."
His voice was still a little timid and weak. "
Give it to me, let me see."
I took my cousin's textbook and sat back down at my desk, waiting for him to point me to the problem. After waiting for a while without any response, I looked up and saw my cousin still standing in the doorway.
"Why don't you come in?"
"Sis, you said I couldn't come into your room."
My cousin's voice was still very soft.
"Come in, it's okay. You can come in if I say so."
My cousin walked very carefully, afraid of doing something wrong and upsetting me. I almost laughed out loud. Was I really that fierce? The question was simple. Although he hadn't studied high school material for several years, he still had the problem-solving skills.
With my guidance, my cousin quickly understood it.
Holding the textbook, he took two steps outside and then stopped, turning back to face me and standing there motionless.
"What's wrong? Is there anything you don't understand?"
"Sis... I..."
"Just say what you want to say, don't be afraid. It was my fault last time, I hurt you." Actually, I had been wanting to apologize to my cousin, but I didn't know how to start. I finally said it today.
"Sis... please don't be angry after I tell you, okay?"
My cousin's voice grew softer and softer, and I could only guess the last few words.
"Did you use my underwear for that again?"
This time I wasn't angry, just a little helpless. Did my cousin have a fetish? "No, no, sis, I didn't, it's not that." As soon as I asked, my cousin immediately denied it nervously.
"Oh? Then what is it? Tell me, I'm not angry."
Seeing my cousin's nervous look, I felt a little guilty. It seemed I had scared him last time.
"Sis, I...I want...that..."
My cousin's voice was almost inaudible.
I only heard the first "sis" clearly; I couldn't hear the rest.
"What? Speak louder. I can't hear you if you're so soft."
My cousin repeated it, only slightly louder than before.
It took me a lot of effort to understand.
But after understanding, I didn't know how to answer him.
"You...you...what do you want to do?"
My own voice became very soft.
I looked down at my legs, not daring to look at my cousin.
"Sis...I...I want you...to help...help me..."
After hearing my cousin's words, I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Like...last time...like that?"
"Um...please, sis, be...be gentle."
Remembering how my cousin cried out in pain, my guilt towards him intensified.
The thought of his enormous penis made my defenses falter a little more.
"I promised to help him,"
I told myself silently.
"Yeah."
Perhaps I had found a good enough reason, I agreed.
I didn't even know why I agreed.
I stood up gently, feeling a sudden tension. I hadn't been nervous at all last time, but this time my body was taut.
I knelt down in front of my cousin and slowly pulled down his pants, discovering that his penis was already erect.
Perhaps I was too close; just as I pulled down his underwear, his enormous penis snapped free and sprang out, hitting my face.
It hurt a little, but more than that, it burned hot, radiating a strong masculine scent—a scent I had never felt with my boyfriend.
"Take...your...clothes...off...all..."
I could hear my voice trembling.
My cousin obediently stripped naked.
I don't know why I let him undress.
I didn't have time to think about it.
My cousin's petite body and his enormous penis created a powerful impact, stimulating my sight, smell, and touch.
I remained squatting there, at the same distance, his penis still pressed against my cheek.
I took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully.
I quickly stood up, afraid that I would lose control if this continued.
I went around behind my cousin and reached my hands out from behind to grasp his penis.
Trying to calm myself, I began to gently stroke it up and down.
With the warmth from my palms, I quickly fell back into that agitated state.
"Why...why did you use my underwear like that?"
To escape this situation, I started to distract myself with conversation.
"Because...I...like you, sister."
I didn't have time to think about my cousin's answer. Because of our position, my chest was pressed tightly against his back, and the thin nightgown couldn't stop the heat from passing between us. My cousin was hot, and so was I.
My breath brushed against his ear, making it flushed.
With each exhale, his body trembled slightly.
That's when I realized my nipples were hard.
"Then why...use my underwear? You could...think of me in your heart..." I felt my panties were already wet.
"Because...it...smells like you...ah..."
Along with the answer came hot semen.
I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stopped what I was doing.
Looking at the semen on the floor and the chair, I felt a sense of relief.
"Hurry up and clean it up!"
My cousin, still naked, started wiping himself with toilet paper.
I felt exhausted; the struggle with something deep inside me had almost used up all my strength.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching my naked cousin clean up.
Unaware that my thin pajamas were already soaked with sweat,
my inner garments were barely visible .
It wasn't until my cousin finished tidying up and stood in front of me, staring intently at my chest, that I glanced down and noticed two bright red nipples.
"Don't look!"
I instinctively shouted.
My hands instinctively covered my chest, the sensation telling me my nipples were still erect.
Hearing my words, my cousin immediately turned away without hesitation.
This made me like him even more.
"You... just now... said you smelled me?"
"Mmm..." "
What... what kind of smell?"
"It's... it's my scent..."
My cousin's answer stunned me. I pulled up my pajamas and sniffed carefully, finding no particular smell.
After thinking for a moment, I quietly took off my underwear, hesitated for a while, then gently sniffed it. There was a faint, distinct fishy smell, different from semen, very faint, with a hint of a slightly fishy, musky odor.
This must be the smell of discharge and a little bit of urine from down there.
But there's still no fragrance.
After hesitating for a moment, I handed my underwear, still warm from my body heat, to my cousin.
"Smell it, does it smell good?"
I kept my head down, not daring to look at my cousin, and waited for a while without hearing his answer.
I secretly raised my head and saw my cousin holding my underwear to his face, eyes closed, sniffing it intensely.
"Ah..."
Startled by my scream, my cousin immediately came to his senses.
"Yes...yes...it smells like you, sister."
As he answered, my cousin stared straight at me. I realized that I had lowered my hands from my chest without realizing it.
"Don't look."
Reflexively, I repeated what I had just said.
My cousin turned away immediately again, which reassured me a lot.
My cousin was still so obedient, and I was happy.
"Do you...like this smell?"
"Yes."
My cousin answered, nodding emphatically.
"I...like everything about my sister's scent."
"Then...close your eyes. Then lie down."
My cousin didn't ask why, nor did he ask any questions. He just lay naked on the ground, his eyes tightly closed.
"I didn't tell you to open your eyes, so don't open them~~and don't move~~" My voice trembled heavily at the end, because my whole body was trembling slightly from nervousness.
"Okay."
My cousin's answer took away my last bit of hesitation.
I slowly took off my pajamas, my entire body exposed to the air, completely naked.
Lying in front of me was a boy, also completely naked, with a huge penis.
Because of nervousness, every inch of my skin was taut and extremely sensitive; I could even feel the air moving in the room.
My genitals were already covered in secretions, making my private parts a mess.
Long trails of fluid stretched from my crotch to my ankles.
Every step took a lot of effort. I didn't know if what I was doing was right, or what the consequences would be. Right now, I just wanted to satisfy the desire of the cousin lying in front of me, and also satisfy myself.
I straddled my cousin's body and slowly knelt down, being careful not to let our bodies touch.
Then I slowly adjusted my position, positioning my genitals directly in front of his mouth and nose.
"Smell...can you smell it?"
When my genitals were less than a finger's width away from his face, I stopped.
My right hand spread my genitals apart as wide as possible to let the scent escape.
"Mmm, so fragrant!"
My cousin's voice accompanied his warm breath as it sprayed onto my open genitals.
A strong urge surged from within me, unstoppable. An
unprecedented desire made me need to release it intensely.
My right hand began to vigorously play with my genitals, while my left hand began to vigorously knead my breasts.
"Ah...ah...do you like it? Mmm...if you like it, smell it hard! Smell your sister's scent properly." I could no longer control my body, and could no longer maintain the distance between myself and my cousin.
As my hips swayed, my private parts began to rub against my cousin's mouth and nose. Each exhale from my cousin intensified my desire.
"Mmm...want...want to taste...ah...taste of your sister?" My private parts were pressed tightly against my cousin's face, while my right hand began to play with the bud at the tip of my vagina.
"Want...uh...I want..."
"Lick...ah...ahh, suck, sister...ah...I'll let you taste your fill today!" With my permission, my cousin quickly stuck out his tongue and began to explore the depths of my vagina.
His movements were clumsy, but they brought me unprecedented pleasure. As his tongue went deeper, I reached a peak I had never experienced before, and I squirted.
My cousin was still trying hard to lick or suck the juices from my genitals, seemingly unwilling to give up a single drop. Exhausted, I lay on top of him, looking at his huge penis with my face turned to the side, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm and my cousin's meticulous service. I suddenly wanted to repay him in some way.
Having gathered enough strength, I propped up my upper body with my hands. I still didn't want to move my lower body. The feeling of my cousin's tongue fascinated me and made me intoxicated.
I freed one hand, grabbed my cousin's, and guided it to my full breasts. These used to be my boyfriend's favorite spot, his exclusive domain. Today, my cousin was giving me an experience my boyfriend had never given me.
His other hand followed, moving to my other breast.
"This is the first reward, do you like it?"
"Mmm...mmm!"
My cousin could only manage muffled sounds under my pressure.
But I could feel him nodding.
I smoothed my hair, lowered my head, and opened the mouth my boyfriend had longed for, taking my cousin's massive member into my mouth. The moment we touched, I clearly felt his body tremble.
It was so big; even with all my strength, I could only take in about a third of its length.
I had to use my hand to grasp the exposed part and stroke it up and down.
It was my first time giving oral sex, so I could only imitate the women in adult films, licking my cousin's massive member with my tongue.
I didn't know how to make him feel better, so I carefully licked every inch of it.
Then, while stroking it, I swallowed and released that third of his penis.
Perhaps because my cousin was a virgin, he ejaculated quickly.
The cloudy semen almost filled my mouth, making me choke.
At that moment, I felt as wanton as a woman in a pornographic film.
Since my cousin had licked every drop of fluid from my genitals, I felt I should reciprocate. I tilted my head back and swallowed the fluid; there was no disgust or discomfort as I had imagined.
I carefully licked the semen clean.
Only then did I release his penis.
"Stop!"
My cousin obediently stopped all movement.
I shakily stood up, quickly put on my pajamas, and sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
I regretted it; I regretted it the moment it ended.
I shouldn't have done it like this.
Why did I do it? My cousin was still lying on the floor, his eyes tightly closed.
His face was covered in my fluids.
"Get up, go to sleep. You have school tomorrow,"
I said, trying to speak in a calm tone.
"Forget everything that happened today, okay?"
"...Mmm."
Perhaps not understanding why I said that, my cousin waited a while before giving me the answer I wanted.
With the sound of the door closing, I let out a heavy sigh.
Dragging my body, a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion, I crawled into bed. Even with the lights off, I could still smell that strong, masculine scent.
"Can I really forget it? Can I really pretend it never happened?" I felt ridiculous.
"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't crossed the final line yet."
I comforted myself.
"Yes, yes, as long as I haven't crossed that line, it's not the worst, right? Yes, it's not bad, as long as I don't cross the line..." In this almost self-hypnotic monologue, I drifted off to sleep...

[The End]

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