My story with my distant cousin

(I)
This happened a long time ago. I had just graduated from university and started working, and I was single, so I threw myself into my work.
At that time, besides a group of close friends, I was also very close to a distant cousin. She was 5 years older than me. Back then, I didn't care much about my figure; my breasts were probably between a B and a C cup, and they felt great to the touch, which I'll talk about later.
Because we lived quite close to each other, only about a 10-minute bike ride apart, and our jobs were somewhat similar, we often chatted together, discussing work, love, and of course, relationships. I always felt she didn't like talking about those things.
One night, I was playing a game when the phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was my cousin calling. I quickly answered, but then I heard another woman's voice saying it was my cousin's colleague. She said my cousin had drunk too much and they were taking her home, and asked me to come to her house immediately.
Because my cousin lives alone here, and I'm probably her closest relative, a distant cousin, I had to go. I couldn't very well leave her colleagues looking after her; they might have been drinking too.
I quickly rode my bike to my cousin's house. Her colleagues briefly explained what happened and then left, leaving me alone with my cousin lying on the bed, completely drunk, and covered in vomit.
I cleaned up, suppressing my nausea, and went to the room to find my cousin still fast asleep, her clothes also soiled.
I stood there for a long time, my mind racing, wondering whether to change her clothes or not.
At first, I genuinely just wanted to change her dirty clothes; I had no other evil intentions.
Okay, I started changing her clothes.
I found a change of clothes, then knelt on the bed to unbutton her clothes. A drunk person is heavy; it took a lot of effort to take off her outer garment, revealing a white shirt and a very conspicuous black bra.
My lust surged instantly. Although she was my cousin, she was quite attractive, and to be honest, I liked her a lot. Besides, I was young and daring, and there was nothing I wouldn't do; reason simply vanished.
My hands trembled with excitement as I unbuttoned her shirt and pressed my hand against her black bra. I squeezed and squeezed it; it felt really good. Continuing my efforts, I pushed the bra up, revealing her nipples. I impulsively pinched them, my mouth not idle either. I first kissed her cheek—but not her lips, as the smell of alcohol was unpleasant—then I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it.
Although I was bold at the time, she was still my cousin. After playing with her breasts, I pulled the bra back down and changed her into clean clothes. I pretended to call out, but there was no response. And what
about her skirt? It seemed to have some dirt on it, so of course I had to change it.
So I painstakingly took off her skirt, revealing black stockings and black panties—the sight was too beautiful. I continued to excitedly caress and fondle her, my hand pressing on that mysterious triangle area, refusing to let go. Then
I took off the stockings too, leaving only the black panties.
Having come this far, there was no need to be hesitant anymore. I spread her legs wide, used my hand to pull aside the panties, and the mysterious part was completely exposed. I first played with it with my hand, then tried to put it on her mouth. A strong, pungent smell almost made me vomit. My penis was hard, but I'd never even considered penetration.
Having enjoyed the feast for my eyes, hands, and mouth, I finally changed her into clean pajama bottoms. It was already dawn when I finished, and I curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. I was truly exhausted; the excitement had worn me out.
When I woke up in the morning, my cousin was already awake. I noticed her gaze was a little strange, and she shyly thanked me.
I replied awkwardly, "You're welcome," followed by a deathly silence. I tried to lighten the mood by joking, "Sis, I didn't expect you to have such a great figure." It
was the first time I saw her blush, a real blush. After a long pause,
she blurted out, "You pervert, did you... you know... me?" I was stunned. Then, I touched my penis and said, "You're so wronged. You didn't even get to do anything and you've gotten yourself into trouble."
My cousin blushed even more and said to me, "Pervert."
After that, my relationship with my cousin changed. It became close yet ambiguous, foreshadowing our later trip together.
(II)
After that night, we didn't contact each other much for a long time. I guess my cousin probably really thought I had taken advantage of her that night and needed time to calm down.
To be honest, I was terrified during that time. Heaven knows if my cousin would tell her or my parents. If she did, our already not-so-close family relationship would be ruined, and my image as a model child in the family would completely collapse.
Thankfully, that didn't happen, but it still terrified me, someone who considers myself bold and fearless. Those days were incredibly difficult.
Then one day at work, I was working on a project and there were some things I didn't understand. Desperate, I had no choice but to call my cousin and explain the situation. Thankfully, her reply was just like before that night. My first thought was that everything was alright, and my heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally relaxed a little.
So I took the documents and rode my bicycle to my cousin's house.
Everything that happened at her house that day was as normal as ever. Neither she nor I mentioned the night I got drunk, as if it had never happened. Avoiding awkwardness was a good thing.
I asked her questions and she patiently taught me, occasionally cracking jokes like before, and we'd eat snacks and drink beverages together. From that day on, our relationship returned to normal.
A while later, my work group finished its project ahead of schedule, so our department head gave us a break.
I was incredibly excited to get the time off, because I'd always wanted to climb Mount Hua, but work prevented me from doing so, and I didn't want to spend my weekends counting heads. Now I could climb it on a weekday!
After dinner, I happily hopped on my bike and rode off to my cousin's house.
When I got there, I told her all about what had happened on the project, mentioning my plan to climb Mount Hua during my vacation. My cousin, who had been listening with a smile, suddenly said, "Let's go together, I want to relax too."
I readily agreed, and I swear I didn't think about anything like that; I just genuinely enjoyed going out with my cousin. Then came the buying of tickets, packing, my cousin taking leave, and a series of other trivial matters.
My plan was to take the train, and luckily there was one that arrived at Huashan Station around 6 a.m., so I could start climbing right away, stay overnight on the mountain, watch the sunrise the next day, and climb all four peaks in two days. After that, I would go down the mountain, spend a few more days in Xi'an, and then go home.
When I told my cousin about this plan, she approved immediately. She said she hated having to plan trips and would listen to me.
Since the train was in the evening, I went to my cousin's house in the afternoon with my backpack. When I arrived, I found her still picking out clothes, and she pulled me aside to give her some advice.
When she picked up a skirt and happily said, "I'll wear this to climb the mountain," I almost spat out my water. I laughed and said, "Wearing a skirt to climb Mount Hua? You might as well not wear one at all. The stone steps are almost 90 degrees, so you'll be looking up at your butt. The amount of exposed skin will be unbelievable." Hearing me mock her, my cousin rolled her eyes at me and said angrily, "Pervert! All you do is look into skirts. You'll get a sty."
Then we went to the train station, boarded the sleeper train, and slept until dawn when the train conductor gave us our tickets and we got off at our destination.
I remember it was a bit cold that day, and there were many cars waiting for passengers in front of the train station. When they saw tourists with backpacks coming out of the station, they swarmed around them like hungry wolves seeing rabbits. My cousin was a little scared, so I had to put my arm around her and clear a path for her to escape the swarm.
After filling our stomachs at a small shop, we found two people who looked like a couple and shared a car to the mountain gate.
I won't go into the details of the climb, but we were exhausted. We used both our hands and feet, dragging and pulling ourselves up. I even lifted my cousin's buttocks up, and it felt so good. Why didn't I think of properly caressing her beautiful buttocks that night when I was drunk?
I vaguely remember that it was almost 4 pm when we checked into the hotel at the top of the mountain. A large dormitory room was out of the question; it wouldn't be hygienic or safe with a girl there.
We booked a standard room, and as soon as we entered, we both collapsed onto the bed. We really just wanted to lie down and not move. My cousin was so tired that she even fell asleep.
The layout of this standard room was rather strange. The toilet was shared, and showering was out of the question. The sink was in the room. Conditions were tough up in the mountains, so just bear with it.
After dinner at Master Kong restaurant, I first wiped myself down with hot water, changed into a t-shirt and athletic shorts, and then said to my cousin, "You should wipe yourself down too and change your clothes."
She blushed and said, "Get out."
"Fine, I'll get out. It's not like I haven't seen it before."
When I returned to the room after smoking a couple of cigarettes at the hotel entrance, my cousin had already washed up, changed into a low-cut top and a nightgown, and was lying on the bed watching TV. I naturally lay down on my own bed to watch with her. With her
low-cut top and long, white legs exposed, I couldn't concentrate on watching TV. I'm a normal man, and after seeing so much, I couldn't resist, so I decided to tease her. I can swear to the light that I never intended to penetrate my cousin.
So, with a grin, I said to my cousin, "Sis, let me massage your feet, it's my specialty." "Okay, my feet are really sore, you're really good at massaging!"
"Of course, let me let you enjoy it."
So I sat on her bed, lifted her two beautiful legs together, and slowly started massaging from her toes, slowly, slowly, I massaged from her toes to her calves. Calf muscles are the most sore after climbing mountains, and my massage technique was indeed quite good. My cousin comfortably closed her eyes and enjoyed it. After
massaging for a while, I deliberately leaned down and put my face close to where her nightgown covered her thighs, saying as I massaged,
"Sis, your skin is so nice, and your legs are beautiful too, I like them."
After saying that, I gave her a hard kiss on her fair and tender thigh.
This kiss made my cousin sit up as if she had been electrocuted, and she punched me, it really hurt. After hitting me, her face flushed, she said, "Xiao X, are you trying to kill me? What are you doing? I'm your sister." "Sister, I was wrong, don't be angry. I couldn't help myself because you're so pretty." "Go to hell, you pervert."
"Look at you, I praised your beauty and then cursed at me. Would you be happy if I said you were ugly?" "Go to hell, you pervert."
This time, she not only cursed but also threw a punch at me. I grabbed her hand that was swinging at me, pulled her close, and kissed her cheek.
This time, after my cousin pulled her hand away, she didn't curse at me anymore. Instead, she cried. Yes, she cried, lay down, covered her head, and cried.
This was something I hadn't expected. For a moment, I was stunned for about a minute. Then I leaned down to hug her. The first time, she broke free. I tried to hug her a second time, but she broke free again. The third time, I grabbed her shoulders, picked her up, and held her in my arms. This time, she didn't break free. Instead, she buried her head in my chest and continued to cry.
I stroked her hair, lowered my head and kissed it countless times. Then, I cupped her face in my hands, kissed her forehead tenderly, and said to her with deep affection, "Sister, I love you." As soon as I
said that, my cousin, who had been crying her eyes out, suddenly stopped. Her beautiful eyes stared at me intently, making me feel uneasy, completely confused.
In that instant, as I was trying to figure it out, my cousin bit my left hand hard—a real bite. If she weren't my sister, I would have slapped her. It really hurt.
After biting me, she laughed, laughing so hard she almost fell over. I wondered if she had gone crazy; the change was too drastic and sudden.
I watched her laugh like an idiot, then held up my bitten hand to show her, saying, "Look, the bite is so deep, you hate me that much?"
"Serves you right, who told you to kiss me, and then... you know..."
"When did I do that to you? Don't talk nonsense!" "Last time when I was drunk, you definitely..."
"I was just helping you change your vomit-stained clothes, did you expect me to let you sleep in dirty clothes?" "Then why did you take off your bra?"
"I didn't take off your bra!"
"You dare say you haven't seen mine..."
"What did I see? I was helping you change clothes, if the clothes were off, it would be exposed, I didn't want to see!" "Go to hell, you pervert." My cousin then slapped me with both hands.
I grabbed her by the arm, pulled her close, kissed her forehead, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I was wrong. I apologize. I won't peek anymore. I want to look openly." "Go to hell!"
As my cousin struggled, I kissed her lips, then pulled away, gazing at her tenderly. In her bewildered expression, I kissed her again, my tongue darting into her mouth, but she clenched her teeth to stop me.
I pulled away from her lips again, kissing her nose and eyes, dabbing at them, and finally kissing her lips once more. This time, my tongue easily pried open her teeth, passionately swirling with hers, exchanging saliva.
We kissed passionately for a long time like lovers. When I finally let go of my cousin, savoring the taste of her lips, she suddenly slapped me on the head, saying, "You kissed me right after smoking, it stinks!" (Just to clarify, I always prefer foreign cigarettes; they leave my breath smelling bad, but I really dislike domestic brands.)
Hearing this, I endured the pain and showered her face and neck with stinky kisses. She kept hitting and twisting me, but it was playful, lovey-dovey hitting—the kind that makes you feel excited and good, haha.
After a while, I looked up at my cousin and said, "Sis, I want to see your breasts." "Pervert, you've already seen them!"
"I want to see them openly."
"Go to hell."
My hand climbed onto her clothes, gently kneading them. Looking at my cousin again, her flushed face framed her beautiful eyes as she gazed at me. I kissed her again, my hand slowly slipping under her clothes, eagerly moving upwards along her skin. Reaching her bra, my fingers slipped inside, gently kneading her nipples.
During our kiss, my cousin's breathing quickened, her lips tightening around mine, our tongues entwining passionately.
She arched her back, allowing me to remove her bra, revealing her two breasts standing proudly atop her peaks, igniting my lust. I kissed, sucked, and even bit them, leaving saliva and marks on her mounds.
My cousin let out a seductive moan, her beautiful legs tightly hooking around mine. One of my hands moved from her breasts to her legs, caressing them as it slipped inside her nightgown. When I touched her panties and felt the damp fabric in her crotch, my penis throbbed with intense pain. I quickly pulled her hand inside her shorts, placing it on her erection. The feeling of being enveloped by her warm hand, the sensation of her fingers pinching and releasing, almost made me ejaculate.
Just as I was about to mount her, overcome with passion, my cousin removed my hand from her crotch, embraced me, and kissed me. She said, "Don't do it tonight, okay?" I excitedly asked, "Why? I love you, I want you." "How about Xi'an? I don't want to stay here."
"I do."
"Be good, listen to me, I'll give it to you in Xi'an, okay?"
My cousin kissed me passionately again.
"...Okay!"
What could I say? Although I was unwilling at the time, and my little brother was still full of vigor waiting to charge, my cousin had already said that. I couldn't just force myself on her. I wanted to have sex with her, but that didn't mean I had to force myself on her. I cared about her and respected her wishes.
Conversely, she cared about me too, which was why she discussed it with me. Anyway, we were going down the mountain to Xi'an tomorrow, so a day's delay was just a matter of making things better.
That night, although there were two beds in the room, we wasted one. I slept with her in my arms. The bed wasn't wide enough, but we were pressed tightly together, so we wouldn't fall off if we turned over.
That night I had a beautiful dream. I dreamt that I was doing push-ups between my cousin's legs until dawn.
The next day, we climbed the rest of the summit and took the cable car down just after noon.
Because it wasn't a holiday, but a weekday, it was just the two of us in the car. We admired the majestic beauty of Mount Hua while kissing and cuddling.
By the time we arrived in Xi'an, the city lights were already on. I remember we stayed in a rather upscale hotel near the Bell Tower; the room was quite expensive. We
had dinner in the Muslim Quarter near the hotel, enjoying all sorts of delicious food: roasted lamb leg, paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup), and roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). We ate until our stomachs were round and full, laughing heartily, and then strolled hand in hand back to the hotel.
Back in the room, I picked up my cousin and carried her to the large Simmons mattress, pressing myself against her delicate body. We exchanged saliva passionately, our rapid breathing and surging desires fueling our exploration.
When my cousin, her face flushed, got up and rummaged through her clothes before saying softly,
"I feel so sticky and uncomfortable, I'm going to take a shower."
Watching her beautiful back as she entered the bathroom, I forced myself to remain calm and sat on the sofa watching TV.
Once I heard the sound of the shower, I couldn't suppress my urge any longer. I quickly stripped off my clothes, my erect penis throbbing, and rushed into the bathroom.
My cousin, who was washing her hair, was completely surprised to see me come in. When I hugged her from behind, my little brother pressed against her buttocks and trembled. Then she turned around and started pounding my chest with both hands, yelling, "Pervert, go to hell!"
At this point, how could I just leave? I shamelessly hugged her, blew a breath behind her ear, and said gently, "Sis, let's wash together. Time is gold; wasting it is shameful." "Pervert, go to hell!"
My naked cousin shyly covered her chest with her hands. I pried her hands off her chest, hugged her tightly, and kneaded her beautiful buttocks with both hands, occasionally touching between her legs. Each touch made her tremble. Later, her arms tightened around me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and my little brother stood erect at her peach blossom spring. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable; my excited little brother throbbed.
"Sis, let me help you wash!"
I said, turning my cousin around, taking the shower gel, squeezing some into my hand, and applying it to her fair skin. I started from the back of her neck, gently stroking down her back, her lower back, her abdomen, and up her chest. Finally, I massaged her breasts in circles with my palms, occasionally gripping the round mounds with my fingers, while my penis remained firmly inserted against her plump buttocks. After
stroking her upper body, I squeezed some more and began stroking her lower body, first her beautiful buttocks, kneading them continuously. Then, I took one hand on each of her long, white legs, moving from the thigh down to her toes, alternating between lifting her feet and massaging each toe. Next, I massaged her knees, and finally, her inverted triangle area.
I gently stroked her wet pubic hair, slowly circling my fingers within it, exploring and searching for that mysterious little groove, moving my fingers back and forth within it.
Finally, I gently kissed my cousin's vulva, first her pubic hair, slowly exhaling as I brushed it over, then my lips swept across the cleavage, my nose rubbing against her clitoris, before I extended my tongue and probed into her moist opening, swirling it around.
My cousin kept pushing my head away with her hands, repeatedly crying out, "No, no...it's dirty, little X, please don't lick it, it's dirty."
As my tongue continued to swirl and penetrate deeper, my cousin let out a deep roar, and her intoxicating moan returned. Her hands, which had been pushing me away, were now gripping my hair tightly, and she leaned against the bathroom wall as if convulsing.
At that time, I didn't understand that this was an orgasm, and I thought my cousin was uncomfortable, so I quickly withdrew my tongue from her vulva and pulled her close to prevent her from falling.
After my cousin recovered, we actually started taking a shower. We hadn't showered for three nights, after hiking and passionate lovemaking.
After washing her, I sat on the toilet seat and carefully dried her off. I wrapped her in a towel, carried her to the bed, and lay down beside her. I took her small hand and placed it directly on my erect penis, gazing lovingly into my cousin's eyes.
Stimulated by her slightly shy movements, I slowly pulled back the towel, revealing a stunningly beautiful body before me. Her
long, black hair was spread across the pillow, her rosy cheeks highlighting her beautiful, bright eyes, her high nose, and her delicate lips. Her full breasts sagged slightly, the nipples standing erect on her mounds. Below her flat, smooth abdomen lay a mesmerizing paradise, a dark forest concealing a peach blossom spring supported by a pair of long, white legs, hidden deep within that moist peach blossom spring.
After another round of passionate kisses, licks, and caresses, I gasped for breath, gazing at the alluring body before me. I involuntarily swallowed hard, my heart pounding wildly, my hands trembling slightly – a mixture of excitement and nervousness. In this situation
, what would happen next was inevitable; there was no turning back now. Sex
wasn't unfamiliar to me; I'd had two girlfriends in college and had frequent intimate encounters. But this time was different. My target was my cousin, a distant relative, but still related. Excitement and fear coexisted.
So, when I knelt on the bed, using my knees to separate my cousin's two long, white legs, my legs were genuinely trembling.
Seeing my cousin covering her eyes with her hands, I excitedly guided my erect penis to her vagina, which was moistened by my saliva and vaginal fluid. I rubbed the head of my penis up and down, from her clitoris to her labia.
Hearing my cousin's growing moans, I rubbed even harder. After finding the vaginal opening, I directed my penis to remain still at the entrance, and slowly leaned down to kiss my cousin's face.
When I saw my cousin remove her hands from her eyes, I said to her, "Sis, I love you." At the same time, I thrust my hips forward, and my ready-to-go penis, amidst my cousin's scream, entered a warm, lubricated space—a space that felt like many hands were tightly gripping it.
The feeling of pleasure was indescribable; I really couldn't describe it. But even if I had to, it would only take two words: "Holy shit!"
As I moved back and forth, my cousin's cries grew louder, her two long, white legs wrapped around my waist, and the tightness of that pleasurable space intensified. It felt less like many hands gripping and more like many mouths sucking. Gradually, a tingling sensation slowly spread from my back. Just as the tingling was about to reach its peak, I thrust in with all my might, feeling my glans hit a soft, tingling sponge.
My cousin screamed at the sudden stimulation, and then my semen gushed out from my urethra, which was pressed against the sponge—one, two, three, a full five times, releasing all the desire I had held back for so long.
The dim light illuminated the two naked bodies on the bed, one on top of the other, panting heavily, and the air was filled with a slightly sour smell.
After I withdrew from my cousin's "peach blossom cave" (a euphemism for an erection), she quickly sat up, covering her genitals, and ran into the bathroom. I followed her in and saw her sitting on the toilet, her exhausted penis drooping, with traces of semen still on the glans. My cousin glanced at her limp penis, then shyly turned her head away.
After we washed up and went back to bed, she nestled against me, her head resting on my arm, while I used my other hand to caress her wonderfully soft buttocks.
My cousin kissed me and said, "You did it to me again."
"Again? This is my first time having sex with you."
"Nonsense, you did it to me when I was drunk!"
"I really didn't, really, I just touched and kissed you. I swear, if I had done it to you that time, I'd be impotent forever."
"Pervert, what does your impotence have to do with me?"
"If I were impotent, I wouldn't be able to serve you!"
"Go to hell, I don't need you."
"Really don't need me? Are you serious?"
"Go to hell..."
"No, you pervert."
The second time, unsurprisingly, followed quickly. We tried the sitting position, then doggy style. After I ejaculated four times, we were both naked and lying together again. The third time, I only ejaculated twice before it was over.
At 1 a.m., I looked at my cousin sleeping next to me with her big white buttocks sticking out, kissed her cheek, and then turned off the TV and went to sleep.
We stayed in Xi'an for three days, making love every night.
Later, we only rekindled our passion by making love when we traveled to other cities or countries. Back home, we hardly ever made love. Firstly, we were afraid of being caught in the familiar environment; secondly, we didn't have much free time due to work; and thirdly, she had a new boyfriend and I had a new relationship, so we both had new emotional attachments.
Although I loved her and she cherished me, our relationship couldn't possibly lead to marriage, children, and a lifetime together. We were both adults; occasional indulgence was fine, but long-term indulgence was unhealthy, especially since our behavior strictly fell into the category of incest.
Now, when I occasionally see my cousin at New Year's gatherings, we just exchange a smile, a hug, and an "I love you" is met with a "pervert."
[The End]

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