My Cousin and I

This is a true story about me and my cousin.
My cousin is the youngest daughter of my mother's eldest sister, four years older than me.
Every Spring Festival, I would go with my family to visit my maternal grandmother. My cousin's family and my grandmother's family lived in the same village, one at the village entrance and the other at the foot of the mountain. Because my grandmother had many children, the children had to squeeze into one bed when staying overnight.
My cousin and I slept in the same bed for many years, until I graduated from university. My impression of my cousin began that night.
The nights in the mountains are very cold, and it snowed frequently at that time, so I was particularly afraid of the cold. Instinctively, I sought warmth and comfort in the blankets. It was also the first time I had ever hugged a member of the opposite sex while sleeping, and I had my first impulsive physical reaction. When my penis pressed against my cousin's soft buttocks, the feeling was wonderful, and I still can't forget it. My cousin, who was four years older than me, treated me like a little kid back then. I was born at my maternal grandmother's house, and she practically watched me grow up. She'd held me, kissed me, and even played with my penis. Occasionally, when we sat together reminiscing, she'd mention me, but I had no recollection of it. My mind was always filled with the image of her soft, round buttocks.
During my first year of university, my cousin had just graduated and returned to her hometown for her last summer vacation. She dragged me along as her laborer—shopping, strolling, and sightseeing. Walking down the street, she'd link arms with me, leaning close like a couple. She'd talk about her university life and my future university life, but my mind was completely on her breasts, which were pressed against my arm because of the close proximity. They were soft and warm. It was the first time I'd truly understood what a woman's breasts looked like, and because of that, I'm still fascinated by women's breasts to this day.
In the days that followed, I lived a carefree life in college, even dreaming of having a proper romance. But the girls I met failed to ignite my interest; I always felt they lacked something. It wasn't until I was exposed to more information online that I realized I had a "sister complex." Only women older and more mature than myself could attract my attention.
It was from that time that my older cousin became my object of sexual fantasy.
During the summer of my junior year, my cousin was already working in our hometown, earning a good income, and renting a one-bedroom apartment.
After accompanying her shopping, I naturally went to her place to rest. Upon entering, I saw all sorts of underwear hanging in the room—no lace, no see-through, just simple panties. And they were indeed very small. I was puzzled because my cousin had a large, round, and firm bottom. For a while, I couldn't understand how she could wear such small panties, until I learned that some panties are called thongs.
That night is one I still regret to this day. That night, my cousin took a shower in the bathroom in front of me, changed clothes in front of me, and then lay down next to me pretending to sleep. I never had the courage to touch her body; several times
I mustered the courage, but my erection failed me. From that night on, my desire for my cousin intensified. After being exposed to many erotic novels and comics, my urge to enter her body became uncontrollable. Whenever I had time with her, I would look for opportunities to make physical contact with her, pressing my erect penis against her soft, perky buttocks tightly, then slowly rubbing. My cousin didn't seem to mind, pretending to chat and laugh with me. Until the May Day holiday this year, we didn't have a good opportunity for any real contact.
In this ambiguous relationship, I graduated from university and came to work in Ningbo. During that time, I rarely had the time or opportunity to contact my cousin. Occasionally, we would talk on the phone or QQ, but it was just normal small talk. Two days before May Day this year, my cousin suddenly called me, saying she was in Cixi, Ningbo for work and would be going home in two days, asking if I wanted to come back with her. I excitedly agreed.
When I saw my cousin again, I felt something was different. She had become more mature and elegant, with short hair, casual clothes, a plain face, and black-rimmed glasses. She had a high bust and a round, perky bottom. As soon as we met at the train station, she gave me a big hug, leaving me at a loss. I couldn't remember ever hugging her like that, even when we had a close relationship. It felt like we were a couple, and in my confusion, I shamefully got an erection.
During the three-hour train ride, we talked a lot, mostly her asking questions and me answering. My cousin was dissatisfied with her current job. Although it was a white-collar job, she felt it wasn't enough. She was very strong-willed, and perhaps that's why she only got along well with me in the family. The other cousins were either married and housewives or too young to understand, while I was just right. We shared a lot in terms of education and perspectives. Perhaps she was tired from work, because after the train passed Hangzhou, my cousin fell asleep on my shoulder. I hesitantly put my hand on her shoulder, hugged her, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and secretly glanced at her snow-white breasts exposed by her collar, and her single pink lips. At that moment, I felt a fire coursing through my body, my ears felt hot, my face felt hot, and my penis got hard in my pants. Of course, to others, all of this was just a normal relationship between a couple.
My cousin slept like that until the train arrived at Yiwu Station.
After getting off the train, we didn't go straight home, but went to my cousin's rented studio apartment in the city. The reason was that my cousin felt too tired from the train ride and didn't want to go straight home, so she wanted to rest for the night.
After having dinner at Pizza Hut, my cousin, who had said she was very tired earlier, actually suggested going shopping, saying that it had been a long time since we had gone shopping together. I smiled sheepishly. My cousin habitually linked her arm with mine, pressing her breasts close to mine, like a couple, as we went in and out of various shopping malls. Whenever she saw a nice dress, she'd try it on and ask me if it looked good. Looking back, I realize my keen eye for women's clothing is all thanks to my cousin.
We shopped until 8 pm, when my cousin finally felt tired, her legs practically giving way. We took a taxi straight back to her apartment.
Her apartment was quite nice, a two-story building with a security guard at the gate. You needed a card to enter, and strangers had to register. The guard seemed to know my cousin well; seeing her bring me back, he said, "Miss X, is that your boyfriend? He's very handsome." My cousin smiled proudly, "Of course." I smiled shyly; I'm used to being like that with strangers. Walking into the building, my cousin smiled and said, "Look, everyone thinks we're a couple when we walk down the street. It's a good thing you don't have a girlfriend yet, or you'd be so jealous!" I retorted, "Luckily you don't have a boyfriend either, or I'd be in trouble!" My family has many opinions about why my cousin doesn't have a boyfriend yet. Some say she's picky, others say she's focused on her career. I've asked her about it, and she just smiled and said, "It's up to fate." The reason I don't have a girlfriend is simple: I like mature women, like older sisters, while most of the women I've met are still young and immature. Although I've occasionally (unable to resist) had a few one-night stands with a close female friend, we've always maintained a certain distance and never escalated the relationship.
My cousin's apartment was designed like a hotel apartment, with two living rooms. One room served as the bedroom, measuring 25 square meters, containing a double bed, a large wardrobe, an oversized computer desk, a TV, and air conditioning. The toilet and shower were separated by frosted glass; the curtains, sheets, and even the walls were light blue. Only the wardrobe and desk were dark red. My cousin prefers a minimalist style, which I naturally share. The other room served as the living room, with a folding table and a fully equipped kitchen. However, knowing my cousin's personality, she definitely wouldn't cook, even though it was kept very clean. The living room connected to a balcony, which was filled with my cousin's clothes. Over the years, her underwear remained a simple color, unchanged, pure and fresh.
After I put down my luggage and finished my tour, my cousin was already taking a shower. The sound of the water and the blurry image of her naked body behind the frosted glass aroused my desire. I stared blankly, even though it was all blurry, I just kept watching. The room was quiet. My cousin didn't ask me to turn on the TV or do anything else, as if I didn't exist. Or perhaps, she knew I was watching her like this. I watched her wash herself, watched her hand slowly extend between her legs, watched her bend over with her back to me, sticking out her buttocks, watched her dry herself, put on her pajamas, and walk out of the bathroom. My cousin didn't seem to be wearing a bra.
My cousin came out and saw me staring at her blankly. She smiled slightly and didn't say anything. While drying her hair, she took out a hairdryer, and I took it from her and dried her hair. Sometimes I wondered why, although I hadn't spent much time with my cousin, we had such a good understanding, as if we had lived together for a long time and knew each other's habits. After my cousin got home, she became lazy and lay directly on my lap while I dried her hair. I didn't mind that my erect penis was facing her face. I even noticed that when I asked her to turn her head to make it easier to dry her hair, she would deliberately rub her face against my penis, just like when we were alone before, she would respond to my penis rubbing against her buttocks.
I was seeing my cousin's pajamas for the first time. They felt smooth to the touch, probably made of silk, and were a light pink color, similar to a slip dress, which just covered her shapely buttocks. As I looked at her, I felt even harder, so I boldly and deliberately thrust my penis forward. When my cousin didn't react, I continued to thrust my penis against her face while drying her hair.
My hair was quickly dried, and my cousin showed no sign of getting up. I cautiously reached for the remote to turn on the TV, but she suddenly looked up at me and said, "You smell terrible. Go take a shower, or I won't let you sleep with me tonight."
I stared at her for a few seconds, then immediately got up and started taking off my clothes, saying, "Sis, I don't have any clean clothes." She laughed and said, "Then you can wear my underwear." I said okay. I was undressing sideways in front of her. After taking off my pants, my erect penis was completely exposed to her. Although I'm just an ordinary person, my penis seems unusually large. I once measured it with a ruler during masturbation in college; it was about 18 centimeters long. The color was a bit dark, probably from masturbating so much, but the glans was very large. A close female friend I've had sex with has also said that my glans is too big, making oral sex tiring for my mouth, but vaginal penetration is very pleasurable.
I slowly and deliberately put my clothes, pants, and socks into the washing machine, then walked past my cousin to look for something in my bag. There wasn't much to look for, but I pretended to have lost something or forgotten it. Later, my cousin told me I looked incredibly silly, and she almost laughed when she saw me.
Actually, my cousin knew that from a long time ago, just because we were cousins, this kind of thing could have serious consequences. I asked her again, "If you're afraid of the consequences, why did you agree?" She said, "Idiot, it's because your thing is so long and thick, it 'seduced' me." I seemed to suddenly understand. Although I had a flirtatious relationship with my cousin before, I had never revealed it to her. If I had known it would be like this, I would have taken my clothes off long ago.
As I clumsily "performed" my erect penis in front of my cousin, I secretly observed her expression. Something strange happened: we siblings were completely open about looking at each other. Wherever I went, wherever my penis swayed, my cousin's eyes followed. Her reactions only made me harder. I deliberately let my penis go from a soft state to a hard one right in front of her, then strolled into the bathroom, intending to close the door and shower. Suddenly, my cousin said, "Leave it open." I was puzzled and looked at her. She said, "It's fine to leave it open. I used to bathe you when you were little." Having a cousin like this, I couldn't help but smile wryly. Even though we were very in sync, I couldn't guess what my cousin was thinking, while she knew exactly what I was thinking. Perhaps this is why I'm still infatuated with her.
While showering, I watched my cousin. Occasionally, I would provocatively aim my erect penis at her and then clean it with a masturbation motion, or deliberately press it down and then release it, letting it bounce back up. My cousin watched and laughed, her face flushed, her legs crossed.
After showering, my cousin came over and looked at me, saying, "A grown woman like you, you don't even know how to take a bath properly." I laughed and said, "No, I'm very clean." My cousin said, "You call that a good shower when you're not even dry?" Then, without allowing me to argue, she took a towel and started drying me, from my head to my shoulders, back, chest to lower abdomen, and then to my erect penis. When my cousin was drying my penis, I looked at her with a pure expression, without a trace of lust, like a mother bathing her young son. My cousin carefully dried my body, then dried my hair, and then let me lie naked with my head on her lap while she cleaned my ears. All of this confused me. What kind of person am I in my cousin's heart?
After cleaning up, my cousin got up to find me some underwear. I laughed and said, "Your underwear is so small, I can't fit into it, I might as well not wear any." My cousin said, "It fits." Then she took out a pair of red underwear with white trim and lots of small red polka dots from the closet and said, "Try wearing them." Although my cousin's underwear was small, it was quite elastic, and I could actually fit into it. However, my penis was erect, so I couldn't put it all the way in. I could only pull it up close. Plus, women's underwear is usually quite shallow, and my cousin's underwear only covered half of my penis. I couldn't pull it up any further, leaving most of my erect penis exposed, the glans even larger and purplish-red. My cousin looked at it and said, "I told you it would fit. Ugh, I'm so tired today." Hearing this, I said to my cousin, "Sis, let me give you a massage." Speaking of massage, I'm pretty good at it. My mom, who used to see children massaging their parents on TV, coaxed and pressured me into developing a set of techniques. The women in my family all like me to massage them, so when my cousin suggested it, she readily agreed.
My cousin sat on the edge of the bed, turned on the TV, and randomly picked a channel. I sat behind her, pressing my body close to hers, our body heat flowing between us, and my erect penis naturally pressed against her back.
I gently massaged her shoulders and neck, relieving her fatigue. She closed her eyes, enjoying the massage, her breathing slow, her body gradually relaxing and leaning towards me. After a while, I whispered in her ear, "Sis, let me massage your head." She hummed in agreement. I got off the bed, facing her directly, my erect penis positioned right at her lips. I held my cousin's head in one arm and used my fingers to massage several acupoints on the top of her head with the other. I wasn't sure if the acupoints were accurate, but I'd accumulated experience from regular massages, and some points felt really good when massaged correctly. This massage was also a kind of enjoyment for me, because my cousin's lips would occasionally touch the head of my penis, like oral sex. Gradually, her lips stopped being closed and began to open slightly, so that my head could occasionally touch her teeth or even further inside. My cousin seemed to accept this. I would keep my erect penis pressed against her lips for a long time before releasing it. I saw clear fluid seeping from my head, and some also appeared on her lips. Her legs were still crossed. "
Sister, I'm going to massage your back. Lie down on the bed." My cousin didn't react otherwise, obediently lying down. I pretended to massage for a few moments and then said to her, "Your clothes are too slippery; I can't get a good grip. It'd be better if you took them off." My cousin softly hummed in agreement. I was excited, my penis grew even harder, but I patiently and slowly took off my cousin's pajamas. She lay naked on the bed, her back to me, face turned to the side, eyes closed, her face flushed and slightly hot. She couldn't see that my erect penis was about to explode. I pulled down my underwear, and my entire penis sprang out. My cousin had a very well-proportioned figure; some might think she was a little chubby, but I thought it was just right, very voluptuous, especially her round, perky buttocks. I sat on her buttocks, pressing my penis against them, and slowly thrusting, my hands still massaging her back, inch by inch downwards, quickly reaching her buttocks. I slightly parted her legs and began massaging them from her ankles, slowly moving upwards to her thighs. I could see her vagina slightly parted, with vaginal fluid flowing out, just like the fluid on my glans. I grabbed my cousin's buttocks and started kneading them. Of course, it was a gas massage, but the movements were fixed. I would knead one half of her buttocks with one hand, moving them up, down, left, and right. Then I would separate my cousin's buttocks, exposing her vulva to me.
My cousin's vulva was a darker color than pink. Her labia were small, just two small pieces, which I had now separated, and a thin layer of fluid was flowing out. I didn't touch her vulva with my hands, even though I really wanted to. Looking at her increasingly red face, I don't know what I was thinking, but I pressed my penis against her vulva and slowly rubbed it. Because the angle was difficult, I couldn't get it right after several attempts. So I simply lifted her slightly, making her buttocks stick up, and rubbed the head of my penis against her labia. Several times I tried to push the head of my penis into her vagina, but each time I did, her body would tremble. I was a little scared and didn't dare to go in.
My cousin and I remained in this position, rubbing against each other. I could clearly feel her breathing getting heavier, her face getting redder, and her vulva getting wetter. I didn't have any other thoughts, or rather, I suddenly became determined. With a forceful thrust, the entire head of my penis entered her vulva. My cousin instinctively let out a soft moan, and then her body began to tremble, but she didn't suddenly open her eyes and make me pull out, as I had feared. I slowly moved my penis in and out, tentatively exploring my cousin's vagina. While this was pleasant, it couldn't truly satisfy my desire for her. I began to slowly and forcefully insert the remaining part of my penis into her vagina. Perhaps because the glans was too large, it stretched her vagina painfully. My cousin trembled, grabbing my arm with one hand and whispering, "Slow down, it hurts." I stopped, waiting for her to adjust, before slowly pushing my penis in again. When my entire penis was inside her, beads of sweat appeared on both our foreheads—some from excitement, some from pain, and some from fear. But at this point, I didn't care about any of that.
I lay on my cousin's back, holding her hand, gently kissing her ears and cheeks, and began to slowly thrust in and out, shallowly and gently. My cousin wasn't a virgin, but her vagina was very tight, wet, and hot, enveloping my penis. It felt strange, perhaps because of the taboo, or perhaps because after all these years I was finally uniting with the goddess of my dreams. In any case, I was excited, more excited than ever before, more erect, and harder. I no longer showed her any tenderness, nor did I care whether she was in pain. I began to thrust vigorously into her vagina, releasing all the love I had for her over the years. I breathed heavily, my hips rising and falling, my penis slamming hard against her vagina. My cousin gradually relaxed and began to moan softly. I didn't have many sexual techniques, mostly learned from porn, but at this moment, I only knew one position: thrusting forcefully.
My cousin lay face down on the bed, and I lay on top of her, my lower body thrusting rapidly. There were no sounds of actual penetration, only heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed. I don't know how much time passed; it felt both incredibly long and incredibly short. After a dozen or so rapid thrusts, I slammed my penis against her lower body and ejaculated, streams of semen shooting into her body. I felt her body tremble again, her vagina contracting and tightening even more.
We stood up, panting, without separating, letting the sweat stick us together. I gently kissed her ear and cheek. My cousin, who hadn't opened her eyes until now, slowly opened them, her eyes glistening with tears. A chill ran through me. Could it be...?
[The End]

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