I love my cousin.

I'm an only child, and growing up I lacked playmates. My father was quite strict, so I didn't have many opportunities to go out. Because I had a close relationship with my older cousin's family, I spent most of my time playing with her. Perhaps due to these factors, I always liked to rely on my cousin.
My cousin wasn't exactly a beauty, but she was pretty, petite and gentle. As we spent more time together,
we both grew up and became more aware of relationships between men and women. I slowly realized that my feelings for my cousin were changing; I knew I had fallen in love with her!
My cousin is a year older than me. To ensure I had someone to look after me at school, my parents enrolled us in the same school. Although we were in different grades, we still saw each other occasionally. With the encouragement of our elders, my cousin would often come to my class to check if I was having any problems, which deepened my love for her.
Because of my quiet and withdrawn personality since childhood, although I knew I was deeply in love with my cousin, I never dared to say anything. It wasn't until I was in the second year of junior high school that I mustered up the courage to write her a love letter and confess my feelings. The result was clearly written in my tears—I was completely rejected. My cousin told me that we were related, and I told her that it was just a business relationship between my parents. But my cousin also told me that she already had someone she liked. I couldn't say anything more, and before my blurry tears fell, I turned and left her side.
After that incident, I tried my best to avoid my cousin at school, and for many years,
I didn't set foot in her house again. Until my second year of high school, I fell seriously ill and had to drop out of school. I was sick for quite some time, and all my relatives came to visit me, including my cousin. Although I hadn't wronged her, I had a feeling that made me afraid to see her. Every time she came into my room to see me, I would pretend to be asleep. I did this many times. Until that day, she said something to me by my bedside, and I slowly opened my eyes. I saw the tearful eyes that had been on my face before.
(Maybe you still hate me! Regardless of whether you care about my feelings, you will always be my beloved younger brother. At least let me know if you're okay, so I don't have to worry about you...)
Her words suddenly stung me. Seeing her tears on her blouse, I felt like I was the one who should apologize, and I couldn't face her. We didn't say anything. She hugged me and patted my head. Suddenly, I felt a sense of release, and her blouse was soaked with my tears.
We chatted for a while afterward. During that time, I stared at her for a moment. My cousin hadn't changed much; her face still gave off a kind and lovely feeling. When I looked at her, I noticed that her blouse was soaked with tears, and her white shirt revealed her red bra. I was stunned. After a while, she noticed my gaze and quickly turned away. In that instant, she seemed to see my erection. I was startled and quickly rolled over to avoid the awkwardness between us.
The relief I felt made me feel much better. Having dropped out of school and with nothing to do at home, I mustered the courage to visit her house one morning. She opened the door, looking at me in surprise. The house seemed unfamiliar; I hadn't been there for many years. My cousin happily greeted me as I entered. It seemed she had just been asleep; she was still wearing her pajamas, her hair disheveled. Good heavens! Her cute outfit and shorts were almost making me bleed; my little brother was about to ejaculate.
After greeting her, my cousin went to the bathroom to wash up. I secretly followed her. As soon as she closed the door, I pressed my ear against it and heard her sit on the toilet. Then I heard her urinating—the sound of gas spraying onto the toilet bowl, hiss... hiss... my little brother was about to burst through the zipper!
Because it was summer vacation, all the adults were at work, leaving only her and her cousin at home. Her cousin was still fast asleep after playing PS all night. The TV in the living room was being repaired, so her cousin asked me to go to her room to watch it. But afraid of disturbing her cousin, I went to her room instead.
A girl's room was definitely different; I smelled a fragrance as soon as I entered, and the room was filled with doll decorations. We sat together on the edge of the bed watching TV. Her cousin probably stayed up late the night before, because after a short while she went back to bed. I turned the volume down so as not to disturb her, so low that I could hear her breathing clearly. After watching a movie, her cousin was still asleep. I wanted to tell her I had to leave, but I was too embarrassed to wake her. So I flipped through a few channels to see if there was anything interesting. After a while, I suddenly switched to a locked channel. My finger stopped, influenced by my brain's input, and my reflex made me turn around to look at her. She was fast asleep. I then turned back to watch TV. It was a
really exciting action movie. The admirable country of Japan filled me with longing... I was peeking at the TV in my cousin's room, her body still asleep beside me. I was so nervous I could hear my own heartbeat, but the silence felt incomplete. Just as I was engrossed in watching, I suddenly noticed my cousin's breathing, which, combined with the scene on TV, made me turn off the TV and turn back to gaze at my sleeping cousin. Her delicate face, which I hadn't seen in so long, rekindled my past desires and ignited a...desire
within me. Reason was urging me to abandon all reason and take advantage of her vulnerability. Oh God! My reason is a demon. Looking at my cousin's camisole, with its small bumps, it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra—a common habit among many girls. Her shorts had slipped down to her thighs, exposing her fair skin. I suddenly wondered if her nipples were as beautiful as the actresses on TV, and if her vagina was... Finally, driven by reason, my body gently lay down beside my cousin!
I tried to gently hold her, but she was fast asleep and didn't react. I raised my hand and gently touched her nipple with my finger, but still no reaction. Then I gently placed my palm on her breast, and seeing that she still didn't react, I began to gently rotate and knead it with a little force. After kneading for a while, my cousin suddenly turned around, and I was startled. I quickly withdrew my hand, my heart pounding in my chest! Seeing her
breathing again in her sleep, I started to get restless again. My cousin was facing away from me, and when I looked down, I saw her bare thighs, and I reached out my hand to attack them. I gently placed my hand on her thigh, carefully feeling her delicate skin, and then slowly moved upwards, placing my palm on her genitals. I didn't dare to move, after all, this was the most sensitive area, and I was afraid of waking her. Suddenly, two question marks popped into my head: should I just leave it at that or take a chance and go further? In the end, not losing my manly instincts, I decided to continue my attack.
My cousin's shorts were a bit loose; maybe it's more comfortable to sleep in pants without a tight waistband! I gently tugged at the waistband, and oh my god! She wasn't even wearing underwear; all I could see was her snow-white buttocks. Staring at her backside, I felt like my eyes were going to pop out. I gently pulled the pants down; because my cousin's body was pressed down, only part of her buttocks was visible. I reached out my right hand to grab the waistband my left hand was holding, and then slipped my left hand inside the pants. I lightly touched the slit between her buttocks with my middle finger, then quickly pulled it out, seeing that my fingers were trembling with nervousness. God knows what I was doing.
I tried to lift my cousin's waist with my right hand to make it easier to pull down her shorts. Luckily, her spring mattress was a bit old;
I pressed down hard on the mattress, and the surface sank a little. Although it was only a little, I felt it was enough. I pressed down hard with my left hand, and my right hand slipped inside along the thicker part of the waistband. Both hands moved down slowly in sync, and slowly I pulled her pants down to her thighs, exposing her entire lower body.
I slowly shrank my body like a snake until my eyes were fixed on her genitals. This was the cleft that men longed for, this very cleft! I had considered being gentle, but it was too sensitive, so I abandoned that idea.
Suddenly, my mind went blank. I didn't know what to do next. Taking off my clothes was easy, but putting them back on was difficult. I thought that putting them back on might be too much and wake my cousin, but if I didn't help her, I would get caught. So I decided to just go all in.
I stripped myself naked, looking at my penis, so hard it was almost blackish-purple, with a little clear fluid oozing from the opening. I smeared the fluid evenly on the glans, held it against the opening, and held it there. My left hand gripped the base, and my right hand slowly approached my cousin's vulva. Instantly, I used my index finger to spread her clitoris. My cousin was startled and turned to look. At the same time, I thrust my glans into the opening my index finger had created, penetrating about a third of it. My cousin screamed.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Sister, keep it down, it's me." She stopped screaming.
"Pull it out! It hurts! Do you know what you're doing? How could you do this to me?"
My cousin started twisting her body, trying to get rid of my penis. I quickly hugged her and tried to comfort her with words.
"Sister, give it to me! I really love you so much. I've missed you so much all these years, it's driving me crazy!"
My cousin suddenly stopped everything, tears still welling in her eyes. I knew she felt
guilty for what happened back then, and she was hesitating whether to make it up to me with her body. I was using sweet words to confuse her, and I gradually sensed that she was no longer struggling. (Women really are fools under the influence of sweet words.)
"Brother, be gentle, it hurts."
"Okay, I will."
I tried to slowly push in, but since her vagina wasn't wet at all, we both felt pain. I put my hands around her chest, slipped them under her clothes, and caressed her breasts, kneading them intermittently, rubbing her nipples with my fingers, while kissing her earlobes and neck. Her breathing became rapid, and her body began to writhe. I could feel her vagina becoming wet. Taking advantage of the wetness, I began to push in deeper. With a sudden burst of force, she cried out, gasped, and froze. I was fully inside her.
Her body slowly softened, and she began to breathe rapidly, letting out soft moans. I slowly began to move inside her, and her vagina gradually became wet, her juices flowing out with each thrust. Seeing my penis covered in my cousin's juices, and her moans growing louder, I increased the speed of my thrusts. The movement of my body caused the bed to creak. My right hand encircled my cousin's breasts, while my left hand stimulated her anus. My cousin's body trembled.
Unable to withstand the simultaneous attack from three places, she moaned loudly. I turned her head, kissed her lips,
and even put my tongue into her mouth, suppressing her moans until she could barely breathe. I increased the speed of my thrusting, and soon my cousin's body stiffened. I felt a warm liquid flow onto my glans, and her vagina contracted tightly. I knew she had reached orgasm, so I thrust even faster. Our lower bodies rubbed together, making a "slap
, slap" sound. I felt a surge of pleasure, and I forcefully pushed my penis deeper inside her. My penis throbbed several times inside her, ejaculating deep inside her. I held my cousin, and we fell asleep to each other's breathing.

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