Sexual relations between me and my cousin

My Sexual Encounters with My Cousin

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My cousin's home is nestled between mountains and the sea, a place both incredibly mysterious and beautiful. Every time I visit her,
after years of living in the city's backwaters, I feel as if I've arrived in paradise. I love sitting on the quiet,
almost unsettling mountainside, listening to the rustling of the mountain wind through the dense pine forest, and watching eagles
soaring high in the sky. I especially love running alone to the beach, playing with
the waves that relentlessly wash over the shore. Sometimes, my quiet and beautiful cousin would accompany me, and on moonlit
nights, on the beach with its ceaseless crashing waves, we would stroll together along the tranquil yet bustling embankment. These peaceful,
leisurely moments are arguably the most beautiful part of life; they allow us to experience
the unpredictability of existence.

When I was little, my cousin lived with me for a period. Back then, I was young and naive, and often bullied her.
I even whipped her with a willow branch. Her badly swollen arm often made me reflect on my cruelty.
Growing up, I always felt guilty for my youthful rudeness and barbarity; yet I remained silent,
unable to find a suitable opportunity to apologize to her. Now, my cousin, blossoming into a beautiful young woman, seems to have forgotten
the humiliation she suffered in her childhood. From our lively conversations, you couldn't find a trace of resentment she might have towards me. To
others, I am the most respected and beloved cousin in the world.

The last time I visited my cousin was nine years ago. She has truly blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Just turned nineteen,
she has undergone a complete transformation, her youthful energy making me look at her with new respect. My cousin
was overjoyed to see me. She insisted that I accompany her to the beach. Seeing their daughter's
excitement couldn't bear to refuse her. It was October, the sky high and the air crisp. My cousin wore a pristine white
dress and a sheer, form-fitting top; her graceful figure was accentuated by her youthful energy. Looking at her,
I was overwhelmed with emotion: my cousin was beautiful and delicate, like a pure angel descended to earth, calming the restless and
uneasy . In her, you saw sensuality, but not desire; you saw
her beautiful face and graceful figure, but not fervor or seduction. My cousin was a pure angel,
inspiring only devout worship, leaving you with a heart as still as water; and you felt that this state of tranquility
was a rare and precious quality in life. This is also the greatest surrender to beauty. I am her cousin, but
I am also a man with emotions and desires. Therefore, her beauty, her captivating face, would
also stir my heart.

Coming from the bustling world to this desolate beach, my mood changed accordingly. Neither my cousin nor I
spoke. For a long time, we remained silent. It was a strange thing; but for us at the
time , it was perfectly natural, and the way we should have done it. My cousin tried to speak several times, but
hesitated. Seeing her embarrassed look, I turned to her and asked, "Cousin, what's wrong? Just
say it."

She remained hesitant. I stood there, waiting. After a long, long time, she finally
mustered her courage and said, "Brother, I need a favor." I grinned. I replied, "
Don't just ask for one thing, I'll ask for ten, a hundred things, I'll agree to them. Really." But my cousin's words became
hesitant . She said, "But I only need one favor. You must promise me." I looked at her
and said without hesitation, "Tell me, even if the sky falls, I'll do it for you." My cousin
was silent for a while before raising her head. She solemnly said to me, "Brother, please consider my request seriously and don't laugh at
me; if you don't agree, just pretend I never told you this." Seeing my cousin's serious expression, I
also solemnly replied, "Don't worry, even if your cousin is bad, he's not the heartless kind of man."

Finally, my cousin told me her innermost thoughts. I never imagined that my usually quiet cousin's heart
was filled with such turbulent emotions. She told me that she had once had the chance to become a woman; but
because of her timidity or her inherent aversion to such behavior,
she even drove away the boy who clearly loved her (I had heard her mention this before). Now, this desire to become a woman was tormenting
her. Because she had no other way in her life to realize this dream, she wanted to ask me for help
to complete the transformation from a girl to a woman. I was naturally shocked. I told her, "That
's incest!" But my cousin coldly laughed and said, "In ancient times, cousins even shared a bed." I knew that too.
Even now, many cousins in our country still disregard the law and insist on living together. But the
rule against marriage between close relatives is like the rule against arranged marriages between close relatives. I was so confused, but I didn't make any excuses.
Seeing my hesitation, my cousin didn't force me to make a decision immediately. She said to me, "I know you're
a master of romance, many girls have become your captives; but I am indeed an exception. By blood, I am your
cousin . I'm giving you one day. Whether you agree or not is entirely up to you. But you must remember that
when you were little, you left deep pain on my body with a willow branch; today I want you to
repay , yet you hesitate. I'm only giving you one day. If you still can't make a decision, or
disagree, then your cruelty will be the greatest regret of my life."

The question my cousin posed to me, I think, is one that I could never make the right decision in my entire life.
You might say, "That's easy, just reject her, isn't that enough?" Then I will tell you, that would
be a truly tragic situation. My cousin has been diagnosed with leukemia and will be hospitalized the day after tomorrow.
Everyone knows that once she enters the hospital, she may never leave again. In her final
days, what remains unexperienced, uncomprehended, will be a
source of deep sorrow for her. Sex, clearly, has become a persistent longing within her. Perhaps she understands that her time on earth is
limited , and what ethical considerations are left to worry about? Life hasn't given her its due rewards, so
life has deceived her, and it's only natural for her to reclaim what she rightfully deserves.
But may be my cousin's state of mind. Her desires, transferred to me, cause me immense distress. If I agree to my cousin's...
My sister sympathized with my cousin's situation. If I agreed to her request, wouldn't I become a despicable
and shameless ? But to refuse her request and let her leave
this world in that ascetic, desolate atmosphere would be extremely cruel.

The next day, the beach was still deserted, and it was still just my cousin and me. After a long walk, my cousin
finally had the strength to look at my face. The expression on my face told her that her dream had succeeded. Although my face
was calm, my cousin could tell at a glance that I was willing to sacrifice anything for her.

The sky was cloudless, a deep blue; the sea roared excitedly. What
a beginning it was! I simply couldn't describe it in words. I couldn't be naked in front of her, because I still
retained the last bit of shyness. Seeing me like this, "still half-concealing my face," my cousin laughed heartily.
After laughing, she took off her clothes first. That snow-white skin, that slender body, that extremely beautiful, exquisitely beautiful
human landscape; I was truly stunned.

My cousin was truly a beauty, but unfortunately, it didn't last long; God was about to take back his masterpiece. Following her
lead, I quickly stripped naked. When my cousin saw the long
thing , and watched it miraculously harden, she was overjoyed; as if she had seen the great God
himself. She held it, her delicate hands trembling. It seemed she was holding a treasure that
would bring her immense joy. After she let go, we faced each other naked, and at that moment, there was an
indescribable feeling. We felt that such a sacred moment still existed, and in this solemn moment,
each of us tasted the true meaning of life in a profound way.

Because my cousin was still a virgin, I knew that if I was too rough, it would cause her unbearable harm, and besides, she
was so delicate; I couldn't force myself on her. I first kissed her with my mouth, on that place that had never been touched by
another man. Each kiss was very devout and heartfelt. My tongue
was gently licking and undulating on her genitals. I think I've never
been so devoted to any other woman. At that moment, I wasn't enjoying myself, but selflessly giving. Every loving
gesture stimulated my cousin's nascent body, exciting and captivating her. Finally, I brought her to
a state of half-sleep , half-awake, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure. When I felt the time was right, I
took a condom from my pocket, put it on my erection, and applied some lubricant; this would lessen
the pain of her hymen breaking. But when I entered her, I realized I had gone overboard; her genitals
were already a vast ocean. Actually, it didn't take long, because my foreplay had been so long that my cousin was already aroused
to a certain degree; when I entered her, she had reached her physiological and psychological climax.
With a thrust, she winced in pain, and at the same time, a feeling she had never experienced before, like a
powerful wave, overwhelmed her. My cousin's wish was finally fulfilled. When my cousin and I left that beach, the sky
was still a clear, deep blue, while the sea continued its relentless roar.

Pascal once said, "Man is inherently mad; not being mad is perhaps just another
form of madness."

Two months later, my cousin left this world. I happened to be there as she lay in her final moments. She lay
on the bed in the isolation ward, and through the transparent glass, I could see her gaunt and haggard
appearance . When my cousin saw me, a long-lost smile suddenly appeared on her
face. But a few minutes later, that smile vanished, and her life entered a permanent halt. My heart was heavy. A beautiful
young woman had perished before my very eyes. That cruel experience, that heart-wrenching feeling, I
will never forget. My aunt and uncle wept uncontrollably; tears streamed down my face as well.
To us, her family, a vibrant life had vanished, leaving us, the survivors,
with endless pain and memories.

Many years later, one autumn, I returned to my uncle's house, to that familiar beach; little
had changed . My heart began to feel inexplicably sad. The sea still roared, the waves
relentlessly crashing against the shore; the sky was a deep, clear blue. That unchanging scenery, year after year, reminded me of
my cousin's tragic passing. In the face of time, we exist, and we will eventually disappear. Heaven and earth do not
change because of this; only we, unaware of our own limitations, change. We did not change the world;
the world ruthlessly changed us. You can say that my actions with my cousin were shocking, or
even heinous; but that's your business. Perhaps, in her dying moments, my cousin found
solace, for she finally understood what it meant to be a woman; and as for me,
I won't deny it; my cousin left this noisy world with a smile, and I believe that in my life,
that is more important than anything else.

This isn't your average incest novel; the idea and concept are good, but it feels a bit contrived. Many specific plot points aren't fully developed, and some parts are illogical. Overall, it's quite good for a beginner's first work. I'm giving it a thumbs up and hoping for further revisions to make it an epic. The writing is excellent, but the development is lacking, haha! The process is clichéd; I suggest writing something different. Most encounters are the same. This kind of "oh-oh" theme is very good; I really like it, thank you, OP. The plot descriptions aren't detailed, but the concept is good. The ending isn't perfect; whose regret is it? It's just so-so; the concept is messy, the plot isn't detailed enough, but a touch of regret is rare in a good article. The quality of an article depends on whether it can resonate with the reader. The article gets straight to the point, the language is concise, and the atmosphere is very well created. It portrays genuine human emotions beautifully; I like it. No way! How could it have a bad ending?! I hate novels with endings like this!
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The theme of the erotic novel is not highlighted; it seems to be playing the victim card, which is a bit contrived! I hope you will learn from this experience and write better works in the future.

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