My one-night stand with my cousin

My cousin is the granddaughter of my grandfather's youngest brother. When my grandfather was alive, my parents would often
bring . We were all young then, but I still remember her delicate features, a little reserved.
After my grandfather passed away, we rarely saw each other. Until... later.

Let me tell you about my cousin. She's neither particularly beautiful nor unattractive; she describes herself as having an innocent, harmless look. She has
a great figure, about 1.6 meters tall, with a large bust—I've actually estimated it to be over 36D.
She also has a shapely bottom and a slim, muscular waist—the kind of figure I like. She just graduated with a master's degree and is teaching at a university
, currently working as a trainee teacher.

I hadn't seen my cousin for about 10 years after my grandfather's death. I had just gotten divorced, and it seems her parents found out
about it and asked her to help me find someone suitable. I remember it was around June 2010 when
she called, saying there was a colleague of hers who seemed suitable and she was going to introduce me to him. I figured I had nothing better to do,
so I arranged to meet my cousin and her colleague. I drove to her school to pick them up and we went to a
mid-to-high-end restaurant on Binjiang Road.

After we sat down, I saw the colleague my cousin had introduced me to. I immediately thought my cousin was a real beauty. No wonder
that ugly woman was still single. I lost interest in talking to her and instead chatted with my cousin
about ; the conversation was quite pleasant. I left the ugly woman out in the cold
. After dinner, I politely exchanged her phone number, but deleted it when I got home. At that point, I hadn't really made any advances towards my cousin; she had just gotten married.

A few days later, my cousin called and asked why I hadn't met her colleague. I gave a bunch of reasons, but I didn't mention the
real reason: she was ugly. I didn't want her. Maybe women and men really do have different standards. She said her colleague was good-
looking, had a good figure, and a good job. I thought to myself, if she were all good, she would have been snatched up long ago; I
'd be with nothing. Of course, I didn't want to be blunt; my cousin meant well. Anyway, I made it
clear I didn't want to meet her. Goodbye.

I asked her how things were going. She had just bought a new house and was renovating it. Her husband only came home once a week,
and she wasn't very satisfied with him. She told me that her mother had completely orchestrated her marriage. She felt
she should get married, so she listened to her mother and got married. I work in construction and installation, and since her house was being renovated
, she naturally consulted me on many things, helping her with the design and checking the quality of concealed wiring.
Then I accompanied her to order appliances, as some areas required the dimensions of the appliances. Being an expert
, I naturally went with her to Gome or Suning to order all the appliances. However, she didn't have enough cash; her mother
controlled all the money. So, I paid for everything by card. She thanked me profusely.

You guys can probably tell at this point that I started to get a little horny. What followed was a series of
romantic pursuits. For example, when her parents went to Shanghai for the World Expo, she was home alone, so I often went to keep her company while she watched the World Cup. On
a sunny day, I took her to see the newly built university town. Because she was a university teacher, and her university
was quite old and small, the new university town was in the suburbs, where 7-8 universities had moved. It had
a completely new environment and buildings, as well as parks. One university even had black swans in its lakeside park. That time, I held her
hand and strolled around the park in the university town for an entire afternoon.

Another time, on a rainy night, we were chatting on QQ, and she mentioned that boiled green beans (
the soybeans we used to eat as children) were delicious. I asked if she wanted some, saying I'd brought them to her before, and she said yes. I knew she was just joking,
since it was already past 8 pm. But I wasn't joking. I immediately went to the supermarket, bought some green beans, added some salt, and boiled them.
I packed them in a lunchbox and drove 30 kilometers to deliver them to her. When I called her from downstairs (her parents were home)
to invite her down to eat, I could see she looked very happy. After she finished eating, she left.

Why do I remember that truly passionate night so
clearly Because that night was the World Cup final.

Later, on the night of the World Cup final, the real drama began. She loved watching football,
so I invited her to my house for the final. I picked her up in the afternoon, and after dinner downstairs, we walked around the neighborhood for a bit before going home.
I suggested that the living room TV wasn't good, and that we watch it in the bedroom, where we could lie down and be more comfortable. She didn't refuse.
We lay in bed and watched other TV shows for a while. I think it was July, and it was a bit hot, so I persuaded her to take a shower and
change into my loose pajamas.

The final wasn't until after 1 a.m., and it was only a little past 8 p.m., so we could only watch other TV shows and chat.
She probably had sweated a bit during the day, so she obediently took a shower, changed into my pajamas, and slept next to me. I immediately ran
to wash up too, ready for battle. Being clean is good for getting into combat mode. You know what I mean.

After showering, I went to bed wearing only my underwear. I first pulled the air-conditioning blanket over my stomach, watched TV with her for a while, and chatted for a bit.
Then I said, "You must be tired from class today, let me massage your shoulders," and she readily agreed. So, I had her sit up straight, and
I sat cross-legged behind her, carefully massaging her. After a while, I started hugging her waist from behind, kissing her neck
and ears. She tried to resist a few times, but couldn't stop my gentle advances. I grabbed one of her breasts from below. I
could tell from her pajamas that her breasts were really big; even my ex-wife, who had a C-cup, couldn't compare. And her breasts were
n't just big, they were also very firm and elastic. Of all the nine women I've been with, her breasts were the biggest and felt the best.

I believe most men would love breasts like that. They were like another former lover's B-cup, but her nipples were pink and tender,
and her skin was white and smooth—each had its own unique charm. I liked both of them very much. This was the first time I'd ever touched such large
breasts. My hands are considered large; I can hold a basketball in one hand, but her breasts were too big for one hand to grasp completely. The nipples and areolas were a dark
reddish-brown. This is what I saw after slowly touching and pinching them, and after unbuttoning her pajamas.

Once her pajamas were off, I immediately moved next to her, preparing to attack her lower body. First, I kissed her lips, a deep French kiss
, then moved my mouth down to suckle her nipples. I took one in my mouth while gently twisting the other with my hand. Although I didn't hear her moan,
experience told me I'd got her; my skills would get the better of her. I attacked her upper body for about 10 minutes. She probably
still couldn't accept it psychologically. She repeatedly pushed me away, saying no, no. But everyone knows that
when a woman says no, she actually means yes.

After sucking and touching her breasts enough, my free hand began to slide down, inside her pajama bottoms, attacking between her legs. This...
It was the woman's last line of defense, encountering unprecedented resistance. I didn't force it, shifting my attack
to her upper body. She didn't resist my advances much; I could kiss her, suck her breasts, anything. But as soon as my hand reached her lower body, she immediately resisted. It seemed she
was still a little worried. And my foreplay wasn't enough.

After about five minutes of continuing the upper body attack, my free hand began to slide down, probing her vagina and clitoris.
I gently touched them a few times, and she seemed to be overflowing with fluid. She forcefully pulled me away again. Okay, back to the upper body. This time, it only took two or three
minutes before I attacked her last line of defense again. Her loose pajama bottoms slipped in easily. You know why I made her
shower and change into my pajamas first—loose clothes make it easier for me to attack from all sides. This is an experience I learned before;
I had once dealt with a girl wearing jeans, and it was incredibly troublesome.

After several battles for territory, her resistance noticeably decreased. At this point, any man, or an experienced man,
knows the time has come. He already removed his underwear during the previous battles. During my final hand assault,
despite her weak resistance, after stimulating her clitoris for about three minutes, and confident she wouldn't resist, I pulled down her
pajama bottoms. She resisted briefly, kicking her legs a few times, but stopped when she saw I could
n't . Her raised legs made it easy for me to pull the pants off her bottoms; one pull and they were completely
naked. Looking back, I realize she was actually cooperating, not resisting.

Once the pants were off and tossed aside, I immediately rolled over, squatted down, spread her legs, and
launched my final assault on her last stronghold. Of course, she repeated the same old refrain: "No, no." She continued to push me away forcefully with her hands, but
her lower body remained still, allowing me to easily guide my erection, the tip already reaching a warm area. Her vagina, already overflowing with lustful fluids, allowed
me easy entry. Only the tip of my penis went in, giving me a satisfying feeling. Just as I was about to thrust all the way in, she
jerked . I guessed she wanted me to go all the way in, but I wasn't ready. Because I was squatting,
I lost my balance and sat back on the bed. Luckily, I was holding onto her legs, so the tip didn't slip out.

Seeing me sit back on the bed, she stopped moving. I quickly grabbed her thighs, using the momentum to squat up again,
and then began my full-force attack. With sufficient foreplay, her vagina was full of lustful fluids, slippery and warm. It felt incredibly good.
In that squatting position, I grabbed her shoulders and thrust in and out, feeling the urge to ejaculate. Seeing that she had completely
given up resisting, her hands moved from my chest to the sides of her head, clutching the pillow,
moaning .

After only about 5-6 minutes, when the urge to ejaculate returned, we changed positions. At this point, she offered no resistance. My
favorite position was off the bed, using
her legs as leverage for my attack. This position was less tiring, much easier than the squatting position on the bed, and allowed for better leverage. I lowered my penis to her vaginal opening, gripped her legs tightly, and moved her towards the edge of the bed. She obediently moved over.

Once off the bed, I had her buttocks half-hanging over the edge, her legs raised, and then thrust in hard all the way. This frenzied attack
probably lasted about 10 minutes, when I was truly exhausted, and my penis was on the verge of ejaculation. I knew I couldn't cause trouble for my sister
. I had to abstain; she was my sister, after all. I couldn't ejaculate
. In the end, I took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to ejaculate. This round of all-out thrusts off the bed was much more powerful than on the bed, and her moans were louder than before. I saw
my cousin eyes tightly closed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her moans not particularly special. But
when a man is sweating and exerting himself, the sound is especially beautiful.

After a few seconds of rest, she started to catch her breath and began to resist again, probably worried that if I ejaculated inside,
something might happen, which would be troublesome. I had the same worry. I tried hard to hold back, thinking of putting on a condom at the end.

But she didn't know what I was thinking; she definitely didn't want me to ejaculate inside. After I stopped thrusting, during the rest period, she said
no but to continue the attack. As soon as I thrust, she immediately stopped wriggling, grabbed the sheets with her hands,
and started moaning again. This time, I could only last 1-2 minutes; I was tired and couldn't hold back any longer. So I pulled out.
I went to bed and held her to rest.

I had planned to continue the battle before the final round. Unfortunately, she absolutely refused. I don't know if she was worried that I
would ejaculate inside, or if she had already had enough. Anyway, we watched the final round safely. Of course, I
held and watched the whole thing.

After watching the game, I really wanted her to stay the night, but she insisted on going home, saying her parents wouldn't let her stay out overnight. She had
taken leave from school to watch the game with colleagues. So I didn't insist and took her home. Now that I think about it, if I had insisted she stay,
the outcome would have been completely different.

Finally, I swear on my younger brother's word, everything above is true. I don't like to fabricate stories; I'm just writing down my
honest feelings. Whether you believe it or not, that's my opinion...

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