My cousin and me

My cousin is the youngest daughter of my mother's eldest sister, four years older than me.

Every Spring Festival, I would visit my maternal grandmother's house with my family. My cousin's family and my grandmother's family lived in the same village, but
one was 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 from 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 practically watched me grow up. She'd held me, kissed me, and even played with my penis. Occasionally, when we sat down
to chat and reminisce, 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, sightseeing, and so on. Walking down the street, she'd
link 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 .

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 our room right in front of me, changed her 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 always gave way. 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, pert 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.
She gave me a big
hug as soon as

we met at the train station, 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 still too young to understand. Only I was just right; we shared a lot of knowledge 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 , 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 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 might get beaten up." My family has many opinions about why my cousin doesn't have a boyfriend yet.
Some say my cousin has high standards, others say she's focused on building her career. I even asked her, and she just
smiled and said, "It depends on 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 quite 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 . 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 . 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, where my cousin's clothes hung. 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 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 move 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 come out of the bathroom. My cousin didn't seem to be wearing a bra.

When she came out and saw me staring at her, 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 wonder, although I
haven't spent much time with my cousin, we have a great understanding of each other, as if we've lived together for a long time and know each other
's habits. After my cousin got home, she became lazy, lying directly on my lap while I dried her hair. I didn't even care that my
erect penis was facing her face. I even noticed that when I asked my cousin to turn her head to make it easier to blow-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.

It was the first time I'd seen my cousin's pajamas; they felt smooth to the touch, probably silk, and were a light pink color,
similar to a slip dress, just covering her shapely buttocks. As I looked at her, I felt even harder, so I boldly and deliberately
thrust my penis forward. Seeing that she didn't react, I continued to thrust my penis against
her .

Her hair was quickly dried, and she didn't seem inclined to get up. I cautiously reached for the remote
to turn on the TV, but then 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.

" Hearing this, 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 undressed
in front of my cousin, lying sideways. After taking off my pants, my erect penis was fully exposed to her. Although I
'm just an ordinary person, my penis seems unusually large. I once
measured it with a ruler during a masturbation session in college; it was about 18 centimeters long. The color was a bit dark, probably from masturbating so much, but
the glans very large. My close female friend, with whom I've had sex, once said that my glans was too big,
making oral sex tiring for her mouth, but vaginal penetration was very pleasurable.

I slowly rubbed myself, putting my clothes, pants, and socks into the washing machine. Then
I walked past my cousin to look for something in my bag. Actually, there wasn't much to look for, but I pretended
to have lost or not brought it. Later, my cousin told me I looked incredibly silly, and she almost laughed when she saw me like that.

Actually, my cousin understood 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 to it?" My cousin said, "Idiot,
it's because your thing is so long and thick that it 'seduced' me." I seemed to suddenly realize. Although
I had a flirtatious relationship with my cousin before, I had never revealed it to her. If I had known this would happen, I would have taken my clothes off long ago.

I clumsily "performed" in front of my cousin, waving my erect penis, while secretly observing her expression
. Something was strange; we siblings were very open when looking at each other.
Wherever , wherever my penis swayed, my cousin's eyes followed. And her reaction made me even harder.
I deliberately let my penis go from a soft state to a hard state right in front of her, then strolled into the bathroom,
intending to close the door and take a shower. My cousin suddenly said, "Leave it open." I was puzzled and looked at my cousin. She said, "It's fine to leave the door open
. I used to bathe you when you were little." Having a cousin like this is a bit of a wry smile, because even though
we're very compatible, I can't guess what she's thinking, while she knows exactly what I'm thinking.
Perhaps that's why I'm still so infatuated with her.

While showering, I'd watch her, and occasionally, in a provocative way, I'd aim my erect penis at her and then
wash it with a masturbation motion, or deliberately press it down and then let it bounce back up. She
'd watch and laugh, her face flushed, her legs crossed.

After showering, she'd come over and say, "You're such a grown-up, and you don't even know how to take a bath properly." I'd laugh and say, "
Oh, I'm very clean." She'd say, "You can't call yourself clean if you're not even completely dry." Then, without giving me a chance to argue,
she took a towel and started drying me, from my head to my shoulders, back, chest, lower abdomen, and then my erect penis. As
my cousin was wiping my penis, I looked at her with a pure,
unadulterated expression, without a trace of lust, like a mother bathing her youngest son. She 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 was I to my cousin?

After she finished cleaning me, she got up to find me some underwear. I laughed and said, "Your underwear is so small, I can't wear it..."
"It's better not to wear it at all," my cousin said. "It fits." Then she took out a pair of red panties with
white and said to me, "Try wearing them." Although my cousin's panties were small,
they were quite elastic, and I could actually fit into them. However, my penis was erect, so I couldn't put the whole thing in
. I had to pull them up at least a little. Plus, women's panties are usually quite shallow, and my cousin's panties only covered
half of my penis. I couldn't pull them up any further, leaving most of my erect penis exposed, the glans even larger and turning
purplish-red . My cousin looked at them and said, "I told you it would fit. Ugh, I'm so tired today." Hearing this, I said to my cousin,
"Sister, let me give you a massage." Speaking of massage, I'm quite good at it. Because I have an old mother who
used to see children massaging their parents on TV, she coaxed and bribed me to train me in a set of techniques.
The women in my family all like me to massage them, so my cousin readily agreed to my suggestion.

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 mingling, and my erect penis pressed against her back.

I gently massaged her shoulders and neck to relieve 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, my erect penis positioned directly against
her lips. I held her head with one hand and used my fingers to massage several acupoints on the top of her head. I
wasn't sure if the acupoints were accurate, but I had accumulated experience from regular massages, and some points
felt correctly. This massage was also a pleasure for me, because her lips would occasionally touch
the head of my penis, like oral sex. Slowly, my cousin's lips stopped being closed and began to part slightly, allowing my glans to
occasionally touch her teeth or even further inside. She seemed to accept this. I
would hold my erect penis against her lips for a long time before releasing it. I saw clear fluid seeping from my glans
, and some also seeped onto her lips. Her legs remained crossed. "

Sister, let me massage your back. Lie down on the bed." My cousin didn't react, obediently lying
down . I pretended to massage her for a few moments, then said, "Your clothes are too slippery; I can't get a good grip
. It'd be better if you took them off." She softly hummed in agreement. I was excited; my penis grew even harder, but I patiently and slowly removed
her pajamas. She lay naked on the bed, her back to me, her 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 has a very well-proportioned figure. Some people might think she's a bit chubby, but I think it's just right—
very curvy, especially her round, perky buttocks. I sat on her buttocks, pressed my penis
against them, and slowly moved my lower body, while my hands continued massaging her back, inch by inch, until I reached
her buttocks. I slightly parted her legs and started massaging them from her ankles,
gradually moving upwards to her thighs. I could see her vulva slightly parted, with some vaginal fluid flowing out, just like
the fluid on my glans. I grabbed her buttocks and started kneading them—a massage, of course, but with a
fixed : one hand on each half of her buttocks, kneading up and down, left and right, before separating her buttocks to
expose her vulva to me.

Her vulva was a darker color than pink, and her labia were small, just two small pieces. Now that
I had separated them, a thin layer of fluid was flowing out. I didn't touch her vulva, even though I really
wanted to. Watching my cousin's face grow increasingly red, I don't know what I was thinking. I pressed my penis against
her vulva and slowly rubbed it. Because of the difficult angle, I couldn't get it right after several attempts. So I lifted
her slightly, making her buttocks stick out, and rubbed the head of my penis against her labia. I tried several times to
push the head of my penis into her vagina, but each time I did, her body trembled. I was a little
scared and didn't dare to go in.

We remained in this position, rubbing against each other. I could clearly feel her breathing becoming
heavier, her face redder, and her vulva wetter. Without any other thoughts, or perhaps suddenly feeling resolute, I pushed hard
, inserting the entire head of my penis into her vulva. My cousin instinctively let out a soft moan, and 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
her vulva. Although this was also 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 my penis was too large, it stretched my cousin's vagina
painfully. She was trembling, 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. Once 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 , I didn't care about any of that.

I lay on her back, holding her hand, gently kissing her ears and cheeks, and began to slowly
thrust in and , shallowly and gently. My cousin wasn't a virgin, but her vagina was tight, wet, and hot, enveloping my penis,
which felt strange. Perhaps it was because of the taboo, or perhaps it was because after so many 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 any mercy , nor did I care whether my cousin was still in pain. I began to thrust forcefully into her vagina,
releasing all the love I had held for her over the years. I breathed heavily, my hips rising and falling, my penis
slamming into her vagina. My cousin gradually relaxed and began to moan softly. I didn't have many sexual
techniques , mostly learned from porn, but at that moment, I only knew one position: forceful
thrusting.

My cousin lay on the bed, and I lay on top of her, my lower body moving rapidly. There were no sounds of thrusting,
only heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed. I don't know how much time passed; it seemed both long and
short . After a dozen or so rapid thrusts, I slammed my lower body against hers and began to ejaculate, streams
of semen shooting into her body. I felt her body tremble again, her vagina contracting and tightening even more.

We got up, panting, without separating, our sweat sticking us together. I gently kissed my cousin's ear
and cheek again. My cousin, who hadn't opened her eyes until now, slowly opened them, her eyes glistening with tears. My heart
skipped a beat. Could it be...?

My cousin raised her head, opened her eyes, still glistening with tears. I was instantly terrified. I had done
this to my cousin; I could only imagine how she felt. I frantically hugged her,
whispering in her ear, "Sister, I like you, no, I love you. I've loved you since we were little. Countless times I
've considered you my goddess, thinking of you, longing for you, unable to control my sexual fantasies about you. I
simply can't control myself because I love you so much, I crave you so much, to make love to you."

Often, the words men say in bed are to get a woman's body, while the words they say afterward
are to make the woman willingly give her body to them again. Although I didn't think much at that moment, I just wanted to say what was
on my mind and let my cousin know my feelings. As for whether my cousin would forgive me or whether I could still
have the chance to make love with her, I admit, I selfishly thought about it. If I had the chance to be with
the goddess forever, I think no one would say no.

I hugged my cousin tightly, gently kissed her eyes, and licked away her tears. My cousin didn't refuse, but
looked at me with a wronged expression. After a long time, she slowly said, "You silly boy, you hurt me. You don't even know how to be gentle." I
was stunned for a moment, then smiled foolishly and said, "I was too excited and couldn't control myself."

My cousin turned over, hugged me tightly, held me to her chest, stroked my hair, and said, "I
couldn't control , but what we're doing is wrong. You and I are siblings. If our family finds out, we'll be dead."
I realized things weren't as simple as I thought. Many times, I acted on impulse and desire
without considering the consequences. My cousin, being older, was more thoughtful. Looking back, even though no one knew we
had sex , secrets can't stay hidden forever, and the truth would eventually come out. Then, our actions would only
bring shame to our entire family, and we wouldn't have the face to stay at home anymore. Thinking about this, I trembled.
Although I'd read many erotic novels with happy endings, how many people in real life
could actually do that? Incest, while exciting to think about, carries risks and pressures that
most people can't bear. My cousin and I aren't the type to easily abandon everything and elope. Family ties
and personal ideals bound us tightly, yet we still broke that taboo.

I didn't know how to say it, how to comfort my cousin. It had already happened; there was no way to pretend it hadn't.
Even if we could, the look in our eyes when we met again wouldn't be the same. Perhaps this is what love is—
after a man and woman have sex, everything changes, and this change cannot be
faked hidden.

After a moment of silence, I asked my cousin, "Sister, do you regret it?" She stroked my hair, looked earnestly into my
eyes, and said, "No, I don't regret it. Like you, I actually had some expectations too..." Her answer surprised me
more than pleased me; a vague unease crept in. What was I uneasy about? It was simple: if things came to a head and
there was no turning back, we would inevitably become strangers. Before that, the best comfort was to tell
each other that we didn't regret what we did, that fate had played a cruel trick on us, and we were destined to be apart .

Silence continued. My cousin and I embraced naked, our bodies sticky with sweat,
our lower bodies still warm from the sticky semen and vaginal fluids, a testament to the intensity of our passion.

I began to gently kiss her lips. This was the first time we had ever kissed, like a
couple who had been lonely for too long, frantically demanding each other's saliva and tongue, sucking tightly until we
could hardly . Our understanding didn't need many words; to be precise, she knew exactly what I was thinking.

A passionate, light kiss reignited the passion between my cousin and me. My previously limp penis became erect again inside
her vagina, hot and firm. My cousin became more proactive, constantly caressing my body,
which gradually warmed, and her cheeks flushed once more. I slowly tried the lovemaking techniques from adult films, gently kissing her
ears and neck, kneading her B-cup breasts (which she later told me were),
pinching , sometimes forcefully, sometimes quickly. I didn't know if this was truly pleasurable for her; I was just
mimicking what I saw in adult films. My cousin's moans gradually grew louder, filling the small room
with the sounds of sucking and her moans. For the first time, I truly understood that a woman's genuine moans of desire were the best aphrodisiac
for a man , capable of driving him wild with excitement.

I sucked on my cousin's breasts, gently biting her nipples, very hard. My cousin frowned, but
continued to moan. Love, perhaps, is like this—painful yet pleasurable.

My cousin cupped my face, kissed me gently, then held my head and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me, I want it."

Of all the erotic stories I'd read, the only one that stuck with me was how men
would deliberately tease women when they said they needed a man, making them say it explicitly. I did the same. I grinned lewdly at my cousin and said, "
Sis, where do I fuck you? How do I fuck you? What do you want? I don't know. You need to be clear, I'm stupid
."

My cousin understood my thoughts perfectly. Now, without any pretense, she smiled and said, "I
want you to fuck my pussy, with your cock." I thrust my penis forward, as if in response.
My cousin 's thighs slowly parted, crossing and wrapping around my waist. She wrapped her arms around my neck, gazing at me intently.
I braced myself on the bed, like doing push-ups, thrusting my penis in and out until it reached
deep into . Although my cousin wasn't a virgin, her vagina was still very tight. Partly because my penis was large, and partly
because it indicated she wasn't very sexually active, the key factor was her vaginal lubrication and soft, tender inner walls. When my penis
moved in and out, a suction force gripped it tightly, which I thoroughly enjoyed. But more than anything, my excitement
stemmed from the fact that the person I was having sex with was my cousin, whom I had always dreamed of.

As I thrust faster, giving her sexual pleasure, I leaned close to her ear and
whispered, "Sister, I love you. I love making love with you the most because you're my sister, and I'm your brother. Now the brother is
fucking the sister..." I breathed heavily, uttering lewd words to stimulate myself, constantly making my cousin understand...
The man now inside Bai was her adorable younger brother, the brother she had held since childhood and watched grow up. And
now, this brother's monstrous penis was wildly thrusting into her vagina. At first, her cousin was a little averse to
this form of address, not letting me call her "sister" during sex, but insisting I call her by her name.
Perhaps for her, I was more reassuring as her man than as her brother. But I wasn't. If she
weren't my cousin, I might not have felt such a strong urge.

The woman I'd always dreamed of was my own cousin; under this double stimulation, I charged in like a beast.
For the first time, I clearly heard the squelching sounds of penis and vagina thrusting in and out during sex. My cousin was so wet and hot. Her
legs wrapped even tighter around me, her vagina contracting even faster, tightly gripping my frenzied penis, preventing it from leaving,
yet unable to withstand my fierce attack. Whenever she increased her moans to express her pleasure, my response was even more
vigorous thrusting. It was also the first time I felt that sex could be so pleasurable, not just a simple release of lust.
My cousin's body suddenly trembled as I thrust in and out. I knew she was about to climax. Her buttocks responded to
my thrusts, and she closed her eyes, calling my name. I whispered in her ear, "Sister, I love you. I want to
ejaculate inside your womb, fill your vagina, and make you pregnant with my child..." Whether it was true or not, these
words greatly stimulated her. She started talking nonsense, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh... Shoot it in me, my good brother,
shoot it in your sister, shoot your semen into your sister, let your sister have a child for you, your sister loves you, has
loved you since you were little, you bad brother, always bullying your sister..."

Stimulated by her lewd words, I let out a low growl and thrust rapidly a dozen times. My penis began to throb, and
spurts of semen shot into my cousin's vagina. We hugged each other tightly, enjoying the pleasure of climax.
My cousin hugged me even tighter, and I hugged her tightly too, letting the sweat drip onto her body, unwilling to let go.

After resting for about ten minutes, I slowly got up and looked at my cousin, her cheeks flushed and contentedly
resting on the bed. Her legs, which had been tightly closed, had somehow parted. I slowly pulled out my now-softened penis,
which was wet and sticky, covered with a mixture of white semen and my cousin's vaginal fluid. My cousin's vagina had been spread apart by my
penetration, her small labia red and hot, and my semen slowly flowing from her vaginal opening. It was the first time I
had seen my cousin's vagina clearly and completely. It wasn't anything special, but because it belonged to my cousin, the most precious and
private place of the cousin in my heart, it still aroused me greatly. I gently stroked my cousin's pubic hair. The pubic hair was neither too much nor too little,
and it didn't extend to the labia. It was very neat. It seemed that my cousin also took good care of this area. I flicked my cousin
's clitoris with my fingers; it was small, engorged and erect. Every time I moved, her body trembled. I teased her like I
'd found a fun toy, until she pretended to be angry and stopped me, then hugged
me and said, "Stop it, let's sleep. It's not good for your health if you do it too much..." My cousin always took good care of me.
I obediently listened, holding her close, letting her rest her head on my chest. Before, I was too small; now I was strong enough
to offer her support and a hug. We drifted off to sleep, our sweat and love juices mingling, until a new
day dawned.

Our new day arrived, but we both knew how long this could last.

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