My cousin Y and I

Let me first introduce my basic situation with my cousin. I was born in 1984, 172cm tall, and weighed less than 120kg at the time. I was quite thin, average-looking, not tall or handsome, and not rich. So I didn't lose my virginity to my cousin until I was 26. My cousin Y is the youngest daughter of my uncle's family. They have a son and a daughter. My cousin is a year younger than me, born in 1985, while my cousin Y was born in 1987. She is 159cm tall and weighs a little over 90kg. She has a pretty face and a small frame, very light and thin. She was a virgin, and we were very close at the time.

I remember it was around 2000. I didn't continue my studies because my grades were too bad and I couldn't achieve anything. At my family's suggestion, I went to work at my father's company in Baoshan, Shanghai. At that time, the company was just starting out, and business was so-so. I often watched TV to pass the time in my spare time. I had just dropped out of school and was going through a rebellious phase of adolescence, often arguing and quarreling with my family. I've always been introverted and somewhat insecure because my family wasn't well-off when I was young. Although we were doing okay, compared to the wealthy people in Wenzhou, we felt inadequate. I never had any pocket money, so I never went out to play. For years, I didn't have a single friend my age in Shanghai. My parents never gave me money, and I hadn't even held a girl's hand by high school, let alone anything else. Moreover, I was very energetic and sexually aroused. Starting in the second year of junior high, I maintained a habit of masturbating once a day. The more lonely I was, the more insecure I felt, and the more insecure I felt, the more addicted I became to masturbation. I even thought that if I could actually kiss a certain female celebrity on TV, I would be willing to give up 10 years of my life. Because I never took the initiative to visit my uncle's family, and my uncle never brought my cousin to visit, my cousin and I genuinely wouldn't recognize each other even if we bumped into each other on the street.

I spent several years in solitude like that. Then one year during the National Day holiday, I went home. My mother had arranged for some relatives to go shopping in the afternoon, and it was only when I arrived that I saw my cousin Y. At that time, my uncle was still doing business in Beijing, and my cousin had lived there since she was a child, attending elementary and middle school there. Her family usually only came back around the Lunar New Year, but I don't know why they came back

for the National Day holiday this time. That day, after a bunch of people had browsed through many clothing stores, my cousin finally arrived late. The first time I saw her, I was stunned by her beauty. I still clearly remember that day when my cousin was wearing slightly worn light blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers, the kind of shoes that students used to wear a lot back then (at that time, their family was not well-off, and their food and clothing were relatively simple; when our family became rich, their family became richer than ours = =). She was only wearing a white top, and her hair was tied in a ponytail. Her clothes were very ordinary, and you could tell at a glance that this girl came from a very ordinary family, but coupled with her youthful energy and beautiful face, you could like her at first sight. My cousin is very pretty. She has big, beautiful eyes that curve into little crescent moons when she smiles. She has a small mouth and is quite thin. Because she has a small frame, she's not the bony type. To be honest, I don't like bony women. Just thinking about it makes me realize that the pleasure of being on top of them during sex is completely ruined. Her only flaws are her slightly large nose and small breasts (they really are small; I was moved to tears after I touched them myself). By my rating system, Lin Chi-ling would get a 95, so I'd say she gets an 80. According to her, there have always been guys around her since she was little, especially when she was in high school and lived with us. Men, even strangers, would often add her on QQ and chat with her, which made me incredibly annoyed.

That day, after shopping, we went to a hotel for dinner. She wasn't very talkative, but she was very likable. After all, she was pretty and had a sweet voice. My mom and several of my aunts and uncles adored her and bought her several pieces of clothing. My cousin mentioned at the dinner table that her grades in junior high were terrible, so she wanted a change of environment and to study at a boarding school in Wenzhou or Shanghai. I was immediately excited when I heard that because among our relatives, my family was the only one in Shanghai. If she went to study in Shanghai, she would definitely stay at our house during holidays. Having such a pretty and charming little cousin would certainly be a wonderful thing. After that day, several months later, I gradually heard my parents talk about the procedures for studying in Shanghai, and I was certain in my heart that she really was going to study in Shanghai.

Two months after she started high school in Shanghai, one Friday evening after dinner, my mother received a phone call and asked me to pick her up at the intersection. I was really happy to hear this, so I rushed out to meet her. From a distance, I saw a small, thin figure standing under a streetlamp, but since I hadn't seen her in a long time, I called her first to make sure it was really her before I went to pick her up.

That day, she hadn't eaten yet, and then we took a bus to a large shopping mall to eat and buy things. At that time, the mall only had two storefronts, three rooms on the second floor, a bathroom, a storage room, and two sleeping rooms. My parents had one room, and I had another. The bathroom didn't have a water heater. Back then, there were small shops in Shanghai that sold hot water for 10 cents a thermos. We would fill up our thermos bottles to eat, drink, or shower. That day, my cousin was showering in the bathroom like that. I could clearly hear her showering while I was watching TV, and my penis got hard. I couldn't concentrate on watching TV. There was another room inside the shop with a simple bed, which was occasionally used by the workers or for me to stay in the shop for convenience when opening the shop in the morning. That day, my mother tidied up my room, and my cousin stayed in it. The blankets and pillows hadn't been changed. Since I was staying in the shop, I naturally couldn't sleep that night. The thought of my cousin sleeping with my blankets and pillows aroused me. I suddenly had a thought of secretly using the key to open my room and rape my cousin... In the end, I had the desire but not the courage. I could only masturbate once before I could fall asleep. That was the first time I masturbated with her as my target. Of course, I felt guilty afterward. She was my cousin, so even masturbation was a form of mental incest.

My uncle and aunt were worried that she wouldn't be good to be alone at school, that she might go astray or be lonely. My mother also liked her very much, so both families decided that she would stay at my house every weekend and holiday. This continued for several years. I finally had someone to talk to. We often went out for walks, went to the supermarket, and traveled to other places. Our relationship became very close. I was incredibly good to her back then. She would come to my house every Friday, her weekend, and then take the bus back to school on Sunday afternoon. I would often give her bus fare and a little pocket money when she left. She didn't have much pocket money then, so she rarely bought new clothes, let alone cosmetics. Therefore, she would always be very happy and say thank you when I gave her pocket money. Later, she simply stopped calling me "cousin" and started calling me "brother." During the day, I was very serious and nice to her, chatting and playing with her. But at night, I couldn't help but masturbate with her. I'm a bit of a fantasist, and before going to sleep, I often imagined sexual scenes, like raping someone, or doing something with my middle school English teacher. Later, my sexual fantasies were entirely about my cousin. No matter the style—rape, outdoor oral sex, role-playing—she was always the protagonist. After masturbating, I felt extremely guilty, feeling like I had let her down. After a while, I felt my guilt lessening.

The catalyst that truly led me to take action against her was one day. That day, an elderly relative of a friend in my hometown passed away, and my mother went back to attend the funeral. That evening, only my cousin was at the shop. My father often goes out at night to play cards and mahjong with clients, and that day he happened to be out. He even told me that he might not be back that night. I guessed that my dad was going to take advantage of my mother's absence to play cards with clients, then go for a massage, and then have sex with my cousin... When I heard this, I became a little worried. If it really was just my cousin and me at the shop, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself. When a man's sexual impulses are aroused, anything is possible. I'm still a virgin, and I've been desperate to lose my virginity for the past few years. That day, I wanted to calm down by watching TV alone in the store, but my cousin upstairs insisted on watching TV with me instead of watching it. We dawdled around until after 10 pm, but I finally couldn't take it anymore and turned it off to go to sleep. I tossed and turned downstairs until midnight, unable to fall asleep. And just now, in a half-awake state, I had another sexual urge, and I really couldn't resist the urge to rape her. My penis has been hard since I went to sleep. After carefully considering it for about 20 minutes, I felt that even if I really forced myself on her, she would at most cry for a night and wouldn't call the police. I've been so good to her, and she's shy. Unless my dad finds out during the day, neither her family nor my family will know. More likely, after I raped her, she would stay in her room until the next morning and not come downstairs until the afternoon before leaving her room to go directly to school. In that case, my family wouldn't know and wouldn't call the police, which is still acceptable. So I wanted to trick her into coming downstairs to rape me instead of just using my key to open my room. I texted her to ask if she was asleep, and she quickly replied that she was still watching TV. I lied and said I was really hungry and asked if she could come down and cook me some noodles. After a while, she came down. I was so excited that I couldn't speak, but I'm a coward, and I didn't actually do anything until I finished eating the noodles. Maybe my expression was too strange that day, and women are sensitive, so she probably sensed something. Then I said let's watch TV together for a while, but she said no, she was going to sleep and went upstairs. Okay, the rape plan failed... (I regretted it so much later). About two weeks after that day, she didn't come to my house, and I was worried that she might have really figured it out. Later, my mom wondered why she hadn't come to my house, and she called on Friday. She then told my mom that she would come over that day. I was very uneasy during dinner, and I secretly looked at her expression. I found that she seemed normal, so I felt a little relieved. So, for a whole year during her first year of high school, I didn't do anything irrational. I was too timid to take advantage of her. After the New Year, when she went back to school, our relationship deepened. We often joked and teased each other, sometimes accidentally touching her body. Twice, I even accidentally touched her chest. I stole glances at her expression, and she acted like nothing had happened. When we went out, people nearby would ask if she was my girlfriend. Back in Shanghai after the New Year, it was quite cold, and everyone was wearing winter clothes. When we went for walks, I habitually put my hands in my pockets, and my cousin would often put her hands in mine to warm them. I still remember how cold her hands were, and how I would always hold them to warm them. She often linked arms with me. I was shy back then, and I always felt that her linking arms made us look like a couple. I could tell she really liked me. Even if I did something wrong to her, she wouldn't get angry; at most, she'd be mad and ignore me. That's what I thought, but every time I considered taking action, I felt worried that if she got angry and made a scene, my parents would beat me to death…

Back then, she wasn't very concerned about her image in front of me. She loved to laugh, so whenever she laughed, she'd laugh heartily, completely disregarding whether she was ladylike or not. Sometimes she'd even burp in front of me. One day, she told me that she had a boyfriend in the second half of her first year of high school. I was heartbroken when I heard that, especially when I remembered the times she didn't come to my house on weekends. I thought she might have gone out with that jerk or even booked a hotel room. The thought of raping her that night made her mine forever filled me with regret. I was getting more and more stuck in a rut, my mind a complete mess, and I was listless all afternoon. She probably realized that my lack of interest was because of her boyfriend, and she even asked me with a smile, "Brother, are you sad because I have a boyfriend?" That day, I stared at her for a while in a panic before replying with an "Mmm." When she heard that, she smiled and gave me a knowing look, then went back to watching TV. That night, after I masturbated with her again, my mood improved considerably the next day. That day, I half-confessed to her, saying, "Y, I kind of like you." She looked at me happily for a while before saying, "I like you too, brother." Hearing the word "brother" made me a little angry, and I said, "My feelings for you aren't the brother-sister kind." She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Seeing that she really wouldn't look up, I told her I was going downstairs. Since then, our relationship has progressed a bit, and we've had several deep conversations. Once, she saw that I often chatted with female netizens and asked if I'd ever had a girlfriend. I told her I'd never kissed a girl, or even touched a girl's hand. She laughed and punched me, saying I often touched her hand. I said your hand doesn't count. She asked me why it didn't count, and I couldn't answer. She even asked me if I'd ever kissed a girl before. I pretended to be annoyed and said, "Yeah, yeah! How about you let me kiss you?" She was silent for a moment, then smiled and said okay. I was stunned, then overjoyed. Since she said that, it meant she allowed me to kiss her. So I slowly leaned in, and she closed her eyes. I touched her lips to hers. Actually, she thought I was going to kiss her cheek. When she saw me kiss her lips, she opened her big eyes and gently pushed me away, her face flushed. Looking back now, if I had just gone up and hugged her, a French kiss would have been a piece of cake. I just touched her lips briefly, didn't even get a taste, and she pushed me away. Afterwards, we lay in bed chatting. She talked about how many boys had pursued her since she was little, how many people had written her love letters. Later, she even asked me with a smile if I was a virgin. I blushed and pretended to watch TV, not replying to her. I didn't dare steal a glance at her to see what her expression was like. Summer came quickly, and everyone showered every day. Every time it was her turn to shower, I would have all sorts of wild thoughts. I often showered after she finished. Ever since that one time I used her towel and clothes to masturbate, I became bolder. Except for ejaculating in the toilet every time I orgasmed, I would secretly use her things to masturbate every time, almost making it a habit, and she never noticed. Of course, I never dared to find another opportunity to kiss her after that.

Actually, since the day she told me she had a boyfriend, the guilt I felt after masturbating with her has almost disappeared. Every time I go to sleep, I feel unbalanced, thinking about why she has a boyfriend when I'm so good to her, why I didn't sleep with her that day, why I couldn't be bolder and kiss her sooner, etc. Anyway, let's get to the point.

I remember it was a day in August, my mother went back to her hometown again. (My mother often goes back to her hometown, sometimes for shipping, weddings and funerals, or just to visit.) My dad went out to play cards, so it was just my cousin and me in the shop. She was playing on the computer, and I was watching TV in my parents' room wearing only my underwear. They were showing an American sci-fi movie, but I can't remember exactly what it was. I drank a lot of water that day, and during the climax of the movie, I held my pee for a long time. When it finally came, I rushed to the bathroom to pee. I thought no one was there because my cousin had been playing on the computer all night. But when I pushed the door open, it was halfway open, and I realized the light was on. I thought, "Oh no!" And there it was—my cousin was inside.

Even now, thinking back, it feels like a dream. Even after we ended things, I occasionally dream about this unforgettable scene. It was the first time I'd ever seen a real woman's naked body, and she was my favorite person and the object of my sexual fantasies. My cousin was completely naked, her eyes closed, drying her wet hair with a towel. I pushed the door open with a bang, and she jumped in surprise, frozen in place with me. Her face, fresh and radiant from a recent shower, stared at me with wide eyes and an open mouth. But my attention was only momentarily drawn to her beautiful face before I was captivated by something even more alluring: her pale, naked body, her two small, white breasts like those of a young girl just beginning to develop, beautiful and intoxicating. Two rosy nipples stood erect on her breasts, the areolas small and pale pink like her nipples, making me want to reach down and taste them. Her smooth, taut abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, was the perfect figure for her, the most perfect in my mind. My eyes kept moving downwards, until I saw the part I most longed for, the part I most wanted to enter. Below my cousin's lower abdomen was a tuft of fine, black pubic hair. I could see the shadow between her legs. Although I couldn't see it, the image in my mind was so beautiful. My half-erect penis, which I was holding in, quickly became erect when I saw her breasts. Because young men get erect quickly, she noticed a large bulge in my underwear and couldn't help but glance at it. I couldn't hold back any longer and swallowed hard. From the moment I opened the door and saw her face, clearly seeing her beautiful breasts and her labia, to when she heard me swallow, it only took a few seconds. We both came to our senses. She screamed and covered her breasts and genitals with a towel in her hands and turned away. I blushed and awkwardly turned back, just in time to catch a glimpse of her white buttocks, which made me even more embarrassed. I went outside, turned my back to the bathroom, and asked her why she hadn't heard me coming upstairs. I had been holding it in for a long time and needed to use the restroom. She saw me turn away, closed and locked the door, and I went downstairs to urinate in the restroom in the shop.

I peed for several minutes. I already had a lot to hold, and it was even harder to urinate after I got an erection. I could only urinate with my penis straight and my head bent over. When I finished and went upstairs, I ran into her coming out of the room. Of course, she was already wearing a short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts. We looked at each other, both of us extremely embarrassed. Her face was as red as a ripe apple, and she glared at me and went into her room. I waited until she went back to my room with her head down before I went back to my dad's room to watch TV. But having just seen that scene, my mind was filled with her naked body, and I couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore. That night, I masturbated twice to relax and fell asleep. She didn't come downstairs until noon the next day. We didn't say a word to each other while eating, each of us eating with our heads down. When she came back from school, she seemed to have forgotten about the incident and continued to joke around with me without any care in the world.

For a while, she and her boyfriend had a falling out because another girl in her class liked him and tried to seduce him. Her boyfriend, however, was being difficult. He was upset because she was seeing another girl in her class who liked him and was trying to seduce him. He was angry with her and tried to seduce her, but she refused. He was also upset because she was seeing another girl in her class who liked him and was trying to seduce him. He was angry ...

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