My Little Story with My Cousin (Author: Falling in Love with Your Window)

Author: Falling in Love with Your Window
Word Count: 4986 　　Three years ago, a chance phone call
... I took out my phone and saw it was from Jilin in Northeast China. I was a little puzzled; I hadn't been in contact with anyone from that region. The phone kept ringing, so I answered. A pleasant , "Hello, cousin." I was stunned... "Who are you?" I asked. The other person said, "I'm your cousin, from your aunt's family." Such a pleasant voice! I felt an indescribable joy. I remembered—I had an uncle who adopted a daughter, who later married and moved to Northeast China. But I hadn't heard my parents mention her for many years. How could she be from their family? My mind raced. I didn't know what to say for a moment. The other person said, "You don't know me, but I know you. My family still has photos of you over your 100th birthday celebration." I was sweating... In that photo, my penis was completely exposed . Even though I'm a father now, hearing such a pleasant young woman say that made my face flush unconsciously, and I felt a little restless. "Are you listening, cousin?" The phone rang again. I said, " Are you listening? What's up?" I felt a little awkward and didn't know what to say, since we'd never even met. "I'm at your house, where are you?" "I'm on the street, I'll be back in a bit." Just then, my mother's voice came through the phone: " Come back quickly, your aunt is back." I said, "I'll be right back." 　　As soon as I entered the house, I saw my whole family. Among them was a young woman, probably around 20 years old, about 1.6 meters tall, with a slender figure, who immediately caught my eye. This was my cousin who had called me. 　　She was pretty, and her voice was incredibly feminine. It turned out that my aunt and uncle were coming back to stay instead of going back to Northeast China. They came to my house for two reasons: to say hello and to prepare to go back to their hometown. My cousin wanted to find a job in their hometown, so I was tasked with that. That's how we quickly became acquainted. After I found her a job, she thought it was alright—it was factory work , not too strenuous, but the hours were long, about 10 hours a day. My cousin, perhaps because we're relatives, kept trying to thank me, saying she'd treat me to a meal. I never really paid attention, thinking it was just polite talk. 　　But every time I saw her, my heart would involuntarily tremble, though I didn't think about it that way, nor did I dare to hope for anything. 　　After all, I'm married with children. Two months later, one evening, I was at home online. My wife and child had gone to her parents' house to stay (we have a custom here that children go back to their parents' house for a period of time after their 100th birthday) . Around 7:30, my phone rang. I saw it was my cousin, and my heart skipped a beat. When I answered, she said she wanted to treat my wife and me to a meal. I said it wasn't necessary; we're all relatives, no need for such formalities. My cousin insisted , saying she was almost at our house. To be honest, I did think something might happen then, but it was just a fleeting thought. Sure enough, my cousin arrived shortly after. She greeted me as soon as she entered, calling me "Cousin-in-law." I replied that her sister-in-law had gone to her parents' house. She said she'd go by herself, so I went with her. Actually, I quite enjoy being with my cousin; I love listening to her talkative and humorous conversations. We had a very pleasant time chatting. After sitting down, we ordered some barbecue and a few bottles of liquor. I'm not a big drinker, but my cousin can hold her liquor. She downed three bottles without any problem. I started to feel a bit weak, and my speech became incoherent, but my mind remained clear . I looked at my cousin; her face was flushed, giving her a youthful charm. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, and her waist and legs were slender—absolutely slim. Looking at her, I felt a stirring in my heart. During the meal, we only talked about work-related matters and nothing else. I asked if he had a girlfriend, and he said no. I was a little suspicious; girls in Northeast China usually get married young, so they should start dating early too, I thought. I glanced at my watch; it was almost 10:30. I said, "Let's go home." My cousin was also quite tired, so she agreed and got up to pay the bill. I grabbed the money and paid for her. My cousin wasn't happy, but she didn't say anything. On　　the way back, I was already quite tired, and at a turn, I stumbled and almost fell. My cousin came to help me, and I immediately pulled her into my arms. Her breasts pressed against my arm, soft and warm. I smelled her fragrance—faint and pleasant. I shuddered again, my heart fluttering. With my other hand, I pulled my cousin into my arms and kissed her with lightning speed. My cousin said, "Cousin, you've had too much to drink." I didn't say anything, my hand moving towards her breasts. They were just the right size, very firm. She pulled my hand away, saying, "Cousin, you really have too much to drink." Emboldened by didn't care about anything else. My hand moved upwards, and this time it found her. She wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were the size of mung beans. I felt her trembling. Just then, a car came by, and the headlights shone on me. I suddenly sobered up and quickly withdrew my hand. In the light, my cousin's face was as red as a tomato. I said, "I'm sorry, it wasn't intentional, don't be angry ." My cousin hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay, just drink less if you can't drink." I said, "Are you angry?" My cousin said, "No." Hearing that she wasn't angry, I felt reassured. There was some bamboo grove by the roadside, so I pulled my cousin into it and kissed her without saying a word . My cousin was stunned. My hands roamed over her body. My cousin suddenly pushed me away and said, "Cousin, what are you doing?" I didn't answer and pounced on her again, kissing her lips and touching her breasts. She struggled for a moment, then quickly stopped. I moved my mouth to her firm breasts, and with a suck, my cousin trembled, seemingly enjoying it. My hand reached down to her abdomen, entering her private area. She collapsed completely. I took the opportunity to slip my middle finger into her vagina. It was a little wet. As I went deeper, I felt something blocking my way. I tried, and there was a hole in the middle that even my middle finger couldn't pass through. I knew it was her hymen. I inserted my middle finger further, and my cousin said it hurt a little. She pushed me away and said, "Let's go home." I wanted to go again, but my cousin wouldn't let me. At this point, I lost my mind. I pulled up her skirt and reached for her panties. She held on tightly, but I didn't care. I took off my shorts and pressed myself against her. My cousin didn't cooperate at all. I struggled to pull off her panties. At this moment, my cousin's eyes were tightly closed. I called her name. She cried and said she wanted to go home. 　　I was much more sober now. I pulled her up and said, "Let's go home." He didn't say anything. We quickly arrived at my door . Afraid he was upset, I invited him inside. He actually followed me inside. After turning on the light, I saw he was looking down and not saying a word. I asked again, "Are you angry?" He shook his head. I went over and hugged her. This time he didn't resist . I gently placed her on the sofa, lifted her skirt, and saw that her underwear was gone, torn to shreds.

Her vulva was completely exposed, dark and all-seeing. I brought my mouth to it, and she trembled again, but didn't resist. After a while
of sucking , she closed her eyes, and I slowly removed her clothes, revealing her breasts, lower abdomen, and mysterious triangle. I
couldn't hold back any longer. I took off my clothes, spread her legs, and thrust my penis into her secret garden. I pushed in, and it
was very tight. A little further in, and my cousin's brows furrowed. I was overwhelmed by the tightness of
her vulva. As I pushed further in, my cousin let out a soft "ah," and tears streamed down her face. I gently pulled back
a little, and then my cousin hugged me tightly. I thrust forward, all the way in, my penis completely inside. After about twenty thrusts, I couldn't
hold back anymore ejaculated inside her. When I pulled out, there was bright red blood on my penis. She kept her eyes tightly closed. Although several years have passed, I still remember it vividly. From then on, we were often together, and we never broke off this relationship
even after she got married and had children.
Later I asked her what she was thinking that night, and she said I was quite bold.
It was the first time she'd ever felt attracted to me, and since she'd had a few drinks, she didn't think much of it and let me do whatever I wanted.

[The End]

The writing is quite realistic; the author even portrays their inner thoughts. It's a good article. I've done similar things before, and now I think about it—it was worse than an animal. I did something like that to a subordinate, but I restrained myself at the last moment. The next day, when she was sober, I just told her to go to a hotel.

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