I had anal sex with my cousin after drinking.

My cousin and I had anal sex after drinking.

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My cousin and I are the same age, but she's two months older than me. From a young age, when I first understood the ways of men and women, she was my dream girl, but I was too young to tell her my feelings.

Later, we went to university, but she didn't do well and only went to a vocational school. She met a nice girl in university, and we gradually lost contact. Girls from the countryside aren't as open as city girls. Although I knew my cousin liked me, she never spoke to me directly. We've known each other for so many years, but we've never even held hands. I only dream of her, imagining her slender and lovely body. I

ran into her when I went home for Chinese New Year. I work in another city and only go back to my hometown once every two or three years. The previous two times I went home, I didn't have time to visit my friends, let alone her. She had a boyfriend, a driver. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he seemed honest. I was happy for her. After all, I was happy to have a man who was devoted to her and would take care of her for life. She somehow heard I was back. I guess one of my friends told her. She works at the town's post office. Many people know her.

We haven't seen each other for so many years; we've both grown up, and of course, we're not as introverted as we were when we were kids. She said on the phone she wanted to have dinner with me because I was leaving in a few days and wouldn't be back for another two or three years. That one phone call brought back all the feelings I'd had since childhood, like a movie playing in my mind. We agreed to meet that evening in town to have a good chat.

In a rather quiet little bar, we talked and drank. I'd never looked at her so closely before; she was truly beautiful. The unique quiet elegance of people from Jiangsu, combined with a touch of rosy cheeks. I unknowingly became a little drunk. I work in marketing. Normally, a bottle of baijiu is nothing to me. But this time, three small bottles of beer made me a little slurred. I poured my heart out to her, saying things I'd never dared to say in my dreams.

She just smiled faintly, looked at me, listened to me, and slowly sipped her drink. My head was spinning, so I went to the restroom. When I came out, my cousin had taken off her coat. A small t-shirt made her chest bulge. I swallowed hard, feeling ashamed. She rolled her eyes at me and chuckled, "You little rascal!" How come she was about as drunk as me, yet seemed much more energetic? Was my alcohol tolerance too low, or was hers too high?

When she came out of the restroom, I was terrified. Her face wasn't red, but pale and bluish, her eyes unfocused. There were vomit stains on her clothes. She saw me and tried to speak, then collapsed to the ground. This terrified me. I quickly helped her up. She forced her eyes open, raised a hand to touch my face, and mumbled, "You really break my heart," before losing consciousness.

What should I do now? She seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago. How could she suddenly collapse like this? If she couldn't drink, she should have drunk less! Now I can't take her home; I'll get yelled at and there won't be any way to explain myself. I can't take her home either. My parents are asleep; if I cause them any trouble, they won't get any sleep all night. After thinking for a while, I called a taxi. We booked a short-stay room at a nearby hotel to rest and sober up.

I helped her to bed and gave her some hot water. Her complexion looked much better. Finally, I could quietly look at her, the goddess of my life since childhood. Her breathing was even, her full breasts rising and falling with it. My mouth was dry; I'd never touched her before, and now she was lying next to me. I couldn't resist reaching out and pressing her breast, but I felt nothing, completely numb from nervousness. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I felt my blood rushing to my head.

I leaned in to kiss her. The smell of alcohol was strong. But her face was flushed, and she was so beautiful. It wasn't my first time with a woman, but kissing her made my heart pound like it was when I stole someone's apple as a child. Suddenly, she struggled to sit up. I quickly helped her up. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked. She nodded, eager to get up. I helped her stand, and she suddenly vomited. Then she hurriedly tried to take off her t-shirt, saying, "It's dirty, I need to wash it!"

I quickly said, "It's okay, you rest, I'll clean it up for you in a bit." She lazily looked up at me and said, "What are you doing here? Weren't we just drinking together?" Then she collapsed onto the bed. I lifted her onto the bed, took a clean towel, and wiped the vomit off her clothes. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: I should wash her clothes. It would be more comfortable for her to wear them after they dried. I'm sure you all know what I really wanted to do.

I gently removed her t-shirt and bra. My blood rushed to my head. This scene, which seemed like something out of a dream, felt so unreal. I bent down and kissed her cute, flesh-colored nipples, gently playing with them, as if appreciating a precious work of art. Suddenly, my cousin started groaning again, groggily trying to get up. I quickly covered her with the blanket and helped her sit up. "Do you want some water?" I asked. She shook her head. "I need to use the restroom."

I helped her up, and the blanket fell off the bed. She hadn't even noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes on her upper body; she just wanted to go to the bathroom. She took one step and almost fell to the floor, but luckily I caught her. She seemed really drunk. She kept muttering, "So dizzy, so uncomfortable." I said, "It's okay, I'm here..." I helped her up and led her to the restroom. Then came the problem: this wasn't one of those fancy hotel toilets with flush seats; it was a squat toilet. What to do? I asked her, "Can you go by yourself?" She didn't answer, her body limp. I leaned her against the sink. With a heavy heart, I helped her undo her pants. She was half-asleep, I couldn't tell if she'd fallen asleep again.

After she took off her jeans, I saw she was wearing a rather sexy, slightly see-through pair of underwear. Pink, quite cute. The faint black glimpse in the middle almost made my nose bleed. I helped her sit on the sink. I took off her underwear, and at this point, I suddenly felt bolder. I comforted myself: I'm doing something I have to do. She still had her eyes half-closed, her head drooping limply. I leaned down to her crotch and smelled her; a faint scent of urine mixed with her natural fragrance, it smelled wonderful. I parted her legs and gently licked her labia. She struggled again: "I feel uncomfortable, I need to go to the toilet." I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll help you..."

Suddenly, a scene that only existed in porn flashed into my mind. I was instantly aroused and my blood boiled. I looked closely at my cousin... she was truly drunk and unconscious. Otherwise, she would never have shamelessly let me take care of her like this. I helped her steady herself on the sink, then lifted her legs onto the counter. I moved her buttocks off the counter. Then I carefully examined her breathtakingly beautiful private parts... that pink and tender genitals that I could never even dream of.

I whistled softly, like coaxing a child to pee, and whispered in her ear, "Pee if you need to, you'll feel better afterward." She murmured dreamily, "Okay..." and then a stream of urine gushed from her urethra. I was thrilled and couldn't help but bring my mouth to it. A salty, warm urine, with a slightly pungent smell mixed with the smell of alcohol, poured into my mouth. I swallowed it in large gulps, not feeling dirty at all. She was my goddess, everything about her was so beautiful and pure. She peed a lot. It was clear she was completely relaxed while urinating, without feeling uncomfortable at all. After she finished, she shivered a little, probably because she was a bit cold. I sucked all the urine off her pubic hair. I felt incredibly accomplished.

After she finished urinating, she let out a long sigh. I was still smelling the scent of her genitals, gently licking her vulva. Then, my cousin's stomach suddenly growled twice, and she let out a small fart with a "pfft." She groggily tried to squat up, and I was afraid she'd fall, so I quickly helped her.

Just as I was about to lift her down, I smelled a faint odor. Looking down, I saw that my cousin hadn't been able to hold her poop; a little bit of pale yellow poop had spilled onto the sink. I quickly grabbed some toilet paper, caught it, and threw it into the toilet. A little bit of her anus was still sticking out; she probably couldn't push it out. Looking at her flushed face, she was so beautiful. She was truly my dream girl, the one I'd loved since childhood!

I swallowed hard, stuck out my tongue, and licked her poop. It was slightly bitter, with a faint odor, but it only made me more infatuated. I put the poop in my mouth, savoring it. I felt a little nauseous, but I forced myself to swallow it. I imagined it was something from my goddess's body, something no one else could have. Except me.

Then I stuck out my tongue to clean her anus. It retracted at the slightest touch—so cute, you'd never guess it was a feces outlet, it was like a work of art. Perhaps my saliva had moistened it, because she sighed softly in her sleep, and her anus dilated, releasing soft, yellowish stool. It carried that slightly foul, yet intoxicating, smell. I caught it in my mouth, not letting a drop spill out, the stool, still warm from my cousin's body, went straight into my stomach.
My cousin finally felt comfortable and fell asleep again. I stared at her, then lowered my head to kiss her vulva—that smell that haunted my dreams! I pulled down my pants, took out my already throbbing penis, and pressed it against that flower-like opening, slowly rubbing it, feeling the warm, moist sensation. Then I thrust it in. My cousin groaned softly in her sleep, her brow furrowing slightly.

I stared intently at her face, my lower body throbbing rapidly. Finally, she belonged to me. Her genitals were red and raw from the friction, and white, sticky fluid dripped slowly from my penis onto the floor tiles under the sink. I pulled out and then bent down to lick her vulva clean. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly; she was probably feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body even in her dreams. A clear, egg-white-like fluid kept secreting from her vaginal opening. My penis was so hard it was almost painful. As I thrust, I stared at my cousin's beautiful face, which was less than an inch away, watching her nose twitch involuntarily from pleasure. I felt like I was about to ejaculate.

No, I couldn't ejaculate inside. I quickly pulled out. I wanted to fuck her anus; I'd had this thought for a long time. If I was going to do it, I wanted to do it all over her, to make her completely mine. I lifted my cousin off the sink, placing her upper body face down on the counter, exposing her buttocks. She's quite tall, about 1.72 meters, and this position made her light brown anus clearly visible. I kissed that cute little anus, inserting my finger and feeling the sphincter's grip on it. Soon it would be gripping my penis.

I pulled my finger out, tasted its slightly bitter flavor, and instantly my penis stood up like a scale with something on one end. I parted her buttocks, pressed my penis against the small opening, and slowly pushed in. Perhaps because she had just defecated, it was lubricated, and went in easily. My cousin involuntarily groaned, her facial muscles clenching noticeably; it must have hurt quite a bit. Looking at her face in the mirror, I reached out and pulled her hair up, lifting her face so I could see her more clearly.

I started thrusting in and out of her anus. I'd only ever seen such stimulating sex in porn before, and today, my dream had come true on my goddess. I was so excited. After a few thrusts, the feces from her intestines smeared onto my penis. It sounds disgusting, but the reason it's clean like in porn is because they've cleaned the rectum countless times beforehand. Anyone with real anal sex experience knows it's never that clean.

But as I said before, when it's a beautiful woman I like, I don't care about dirt or stench anymore. In fact, seeing this usually angelic beauty lose control of her bladder gives me a sense of conquest. If she hadn't been so drunk, I doubt she'd even let anyone hear her pee. She certainly wouldn't have imagined being defecated on by someone else.

I thrust harder and harder. The slight pain from my clenched anus was completely gone. My penis, coated in feces, provided excellent lubrication, making each thrust reach the very end. I looked at my cousin's face in the mirror and asked, "Sis, does it feel good?" The stench of feces filled my nose. I finally ejaculated in a state of extreme excitement. I held my cousin's anus tightly, releasing my pent-up desire inside.

I forcefully pulled her head to a 90-degree angle, and she groaned in pain. I quickly pulled my penis out. Luckily, she had drunk too much and was probably numb, so she didn't wake up. As my penis was withdrawn, white semen flowed out first, followed by runny feces. Her anus was dilated to the size of an egg and didn't shrink back immediately. Watching my cousin lose control of her bladder was truly stimulating.

It's a pity I didn't have a camera. I helped my cousin to the sink and sat her against the mirror, then filled a basin with water to clean her up. First, I carefully scooped out the semen from her anus with my fingers, then I thoroughly cleaned her vagina and anus with a towel.

[The End]

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