Memories of happiness with my cousin

Many years have passed, but I still remember that July noon, my first time.

My cousin was fifteen, and I was nineteen. She had just taken her high school entrance exams, and my aunt wanted me to tutor her in her first year of high school.
So I stayed at my aunt's house, tutoring my cousin in physics and chemistry, eating together, and playing together.

My cousin was very pretty, 1.62 meters tall, and her budding breasts often sparked countless fantasies in me.
Her thin clothes couldn't hide her very mature, fair body. Many times when I masturbated, I fantasized about my cousin, often imagining myself raping her, but when I thought of my uncle's stern expression and my aunt's loving face, I had to give up those wicked thoughts. Although we cooked and studied together every day, and were inseparable except when we slept at night, I dared not cross the line.

My uncle was the director of a bureau, and he happened to have an opportunity to go on an inspection tour. My aunt, who worked in a cultural troupe, insisted that my uncle take her along. The night before we left, they called us both up for a long talk. In my uncle's words, "You're the older brother, so I have a task for you—you two must study hard and eat well for the next ten days or so; remember these two principles." My aunt carefully instructed me that my cousin had a strong personality, and if we had a fight, I couldn't go home alone; I had to go home to sleep, otherwise she would be scared. I slept in their room, and they told me to look after the valuables. I nodded and assured them not to worry. They gave me a key and told me the money was in a small box in the wardrobe; I could only take as much as I needed.

On the way back from seeing the two adults off at the airport, my cousin was as happy as a little bird, hugging me tightly. My cousin kept asking to go play here and there. I was reluctant to listen. My aunt and uncle entrusted me with such an important task, which showed their high regard for me. Since childhood, I had been their role model for disciplining my cousin, a source of inspiration for her.
How could I discipline my clever, academically excellent, but mischievous and irresponsible cousin over these ten days
?

After returning home, I created a schedule and required my cousin to follow it without exception. Although she was naughty, she seemed afraid of making me angry, so she had no choice but to comply. While we studied and did our homework together, I often intentionally or unintentionally admired her delicate cheeks, her fair arms, and fantasized about the elasticity of her breasts, the pinkness of her nipples, and her lower body... The

thing that shouldn't have happened still happened. That day, when I was taking money, I found a copy of "Zhiyin" magazine. Bored, I lay down on my aunt's bed to read. In the middle of the book was a disc. Out of curiosity, I put the disc down. I never imagined it was a disc of my aunt and uncle's lewd acts. At first, I felt ashamed, but I couldn't resist the temptation of the content. My aunt was really lewd, but I never expected her to be so beautiful, completely naked, sucking on my uncle's small penis. Being inexperienced, I thought they were perverts. My aunt seemed unsatisfied; later, my uncle found an enormous dildo and forcefully inserted it into my aunt's vagina (at that time, these things weren't available in China; my uncle probably brought them back from abroad). He then inserted his thing into his aunt's anus. Although I had watched a lot of porn, I never imagined my relatives would do this. My aunt's moans of pleasure on TV pierced my eardrums and went straight to my heart. I couldn't remember what shame was. I stared straight at my aunt's fair body and her unusually large breasts, and her wet little hole that even such a large dildo couldn't completely fill... At nineteen, my body was filled with countless itching itch, and my penis was rock hard. For some reason, I looked down on my uncle. His thing was worlds apart from mine. It was really big, maybe even bigger than that fake one. Why wouldn't I be the one to have sex with my aunt? I could satisfy her. I would make her feel good and go crazy because of me...

"Bang!" The door suddenly opened. I quickly turned off the TV with the remote, but it was too late for my pants. I turned around and quickly pulled up my belted shorts, staring at the person who came in. "Well, what are you doing? You don't let me read other books, but you're secretly reading here. Take them out." My cousin had probably just woken up from her afternoon nap; her hair was still wet, so she'd probably just finished showering. I told her I hadn't seen anything, but she didn't believe me. For some reason, despite the stark contrast in our nervousness, my penis was still incredibly hard for a short time. My shorts couldn't contain it, so I bent over, trying to hide it from her, which only fueled her suspicion. She also noticed the bulge in my pants and assumed I'd put something inside. She insisted on taking it out. Looking at her beautiful, innocent face that seemed to etch my soul, and thinking of her father's perversion and abuse, a fire was about to burst forth in my heart. My cousin, my dear cousin, beautiful as a fairy, the cousin who had driven me to such madness so many nights. Why this unrequited love? Why be a gentleman? Why can't I have her? A wicked thought took root; my cousin should be mine. I pretended to be angry and said, "If you don't believe me, come and get it yourself. It's inside!
" "You think I wouldn't dare?" she suddenly rushed over, pulled down my underwear, and slipped her hand inside. Her surprised and confused look was exactly what I expected. "Brother, what is this?

Have you studied hygiene? ...

Hmm...

Do you know what this is?

" My cousin blushed, lowered her head, and said, "Penis." She tried to pull her hand back, but I held it down and said, "Touch it if you want." She quickly pulled her hand away. I hugged her tightly, rubbing my broad, firm chest against her pointed breasts. My cousin trembled in my arms. I kissed her passionately, mimicking scenes from movies, using my tongue to stir her tongue and sucking on her lips. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes hazy. A moment later, my hand inside my underwear began to grope and squeeze forcefully. I told her not to squeeze my balls, but to squeeze the root that was growing on them. She complied, pressing my penis against her crotch. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm a man, a normal, wild man. I threw her forcefully onto the bed and roughly tore her clothes. Throughout this process, my cousin didn't resist at all. I pounced on her like a madman. Although I had no sexual experience, countless pornographic videos had taught me how to do it. At first, I couldn't penetrate, but I could feel how wet she was. I tried countless times, but could only get to the very edge of her labia. I don't know how much time passed. I heard my cousin let out a muffled "hmm," and she bit my face, pulling my hair and tugging at my ears. I also felt my penis enter a very full area. I knew the historic moment had arrived. I felt only passion, no mercy. I thrust hard, my foreskin was pulled painfully, and my cousin bit even tighter. But I could still clearly hear her "ah, ya, hmm" sounds from her nose. My cousin was mine. I had become her first man, and I had conquered her beautiful body. Perhaps because of the pain, her legs came together. I used my hands to lift her thighs so I could penetrate even deeper. Only then did my cousin realize that sex was this painful. She pulled her mouth away from my face and pushed my arms away forcefully. I straightened up, knelt cross-legged on the bed, and lifted her legs, ignoring her pained expression and her pleading, "Brother, don't do this, it hurts so much," her beautiful eyes still bewildered, only now glistening with tears. I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted to get as deep as possible, to make sure my penis was fully inside her. I did only one thing: thrust wildly and forcefully. After a while, my cousin stopped resisting. I lowered her legs, and as I felt myself about to ejaculate, I squeezed her breasts and ejaculated.

Afterward, I slowly and carefully examined my cousin's body. Despite her sobbing, she had very little pubic hair (less than a tenth of what it is now), and her nipples were small. Perhaps due to the force of my orgasm, her nipples were oozing a mixture of blood and a yellowish, sticky fluid. There were bloodstains between her legs and on my pubic hair—signs of virginity. My cousin covered her face and cried, and I wiped away her virgin blood with tissue while kissing and sucking her soft, white breasts. My cousin suddenly grabbed my head and burst into tears. I rolled over and pressed down on her, kissing away her tears. I then rubbed my hard, throbbing penis against her tender vulva. My cousin probably sensed something and tried to get up. I held her down and gently told her to hold my buttocks tightly. My conquered cousin was very obedient this time. We began our second round. Because there was still my semen inside her, it was very slippery. It didn't take much effort to penetrate her completely. My cousin held my buttocks tightly, and then she gradually increased the pressure. I knew she was starting to feel pleasure. I rubbed my long penis inside her, pressing my 160-pound, 1.84-meter-tall body entirely onto her small, fair body. It took half an hour to finish.

That evening, I asked her to cook while I continued watching the video and found a lot of aphrodisiacs for both men and women. We made love multiple times throughout the night, for a total of at least seven hours. My cousin also experienced her first orgasm that night.

Those ten days were the happiest days of our lives; we had sex every day. To be honest, my cousin's vagina was constantly swollen during those ten days. But she still couldn't resist the temptation of orgasms and the passion of her first love.

Ten days later, my aunt and uncle returned, but we still found opportunities to make love at home and outdoors. We only temporarily stopped having sex at the end of summer vacation. The troubles that followed the pleasure soon followed. A month after I returned to school for my sophomore year, my aunt came to the city where I was studying and told me very seriously and sternly: "Your sister is pregnant. Although your sister won't tell me who the man is, my analysis and her diary confirm that it was you who did it." I knew that arguing was useless, so I confessed everything and said that I had raped my sister. I knelt down and begged my aunt to bring me to justice, because only in this way could I face my elders (I felt I hadn't wronged my cousin). My aunt, with tears in her eyes, said, "Alright, you're just making things worse. Your uncle doesn't understand yet. She's in a top high school, and you're a college student. You're both so young; you can't treat your future like this. Go back during the National Day holiday and talk to your cousin, tell her to get an abortion."

After I returned home, my aunt deliberately arranged for me to spend a night with my cousin, and naturally, we had another night together. The next day, my aunt and I took my cousin to another city for an abortion.

Over the years, whether in high school or college, we had countless sexual encounters, but I never let her get pregnant again easily. After she graduated from university, she quit the bank job her uncle had found for her and came to the city where I'm now working hard. We lived together as husband and wife, and we even had our friends register our marriage at the civil affairs department
. My cousin officially became my wife. Our eldest daughter is almost a year and a half old, and she's currently pregnant with my second child.

The elders probably understand this situation, but they've just tacitly accepted it...

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