My Cousin [The End]

My cousin once experienced sexual harassment on a train. One day, she was walking home from school as usual, boarding the tram. Because of after-school tutoring, she finished late, and since it was off-peak time, the tram wasn't crowded, with plenty of empty seats. She randomly found a seat, took out her phone to browse the internet or social media, and became engrossed in her own world.
After about three or four stops, she felt someone approach her. Her phone screen was dimmed because it was obscured by an object, but it wasn't unusual for someone to get close on a busy tram, and the person stopped after getting a certain distance, standing there holding onto the handrail—not at a distance that would feel intrusive. Therefore, she didn't pay much attention and continued scrolling on her phone.
First, she smelled something—a scent unique to that area—and instinctively looked up. The first thing she saw was a penis, and my cousin jumped back in fright. Upon closer inspection, she saw that a man, around fifty years old, had unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis, pointing it directly at her.
Most women in this situation would panic and scream, but my cousin, whether unusually calm or simply oblivious, actually took out her phone and filmed the exposure. The perverted man, caught off guard, tried to pull his penis back in, but due to the suddenness of the incident, it hadn't softened and was too stiff to retract. He could only cover it with his hand and awkwardly fled to another carriage.
The incident didn't end there. When my cousin got home, instead of immediately telling her parents about the ordeal, she posted the story online on a forum. Initially, netizens offered her kind words of comfort, encouraging her not to be afraid and to cheer up. Some even praised her for her courage. However, the internet isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Some netizens questioned whether my cousin had fabricated the incident to attract attention and become famous, urging her to provide evidence if it actually happened.
My cousin, a competitive person, couldn't stand the provocative comments and posted the photo she took on the tram—an unedited, exposed image—blatantly displayed on the webpage. This did silence the critics somewhat, but her impulsive act led to even more uncontrollable consequences. Soon
after, many troublemakers reposted the link to other discussion forums, causing my cousin's post to suddenly gain a huge number of views. It might sound ridiculous, but people were genuinely eager to see the penis of a strange middle-aged man. The comments below quickly became chaotic: "What kind of scene is this? It's disgusting!", "This girl is really cool.", "Damn! So desperate for fame, what's going on in students' heads these days?", "Reporters, come and grab this! Mom, I'm on TV!" And she actually did make it onto TV. "Perverted Uncle Exposes His Penis on Train, Pretty Girl Takes Shocked Photo and Posts it Online"—this headline appeared on a news channel the next day. The anchor reported the news with an excited and indignant tone, as if he were one of the passengers on the train that day. Then the crucial photo appeared on screen—of course, it had been edited, heavily pixelated, looking like a pixelated, highly digital image. I wonder what this perverted uncle would think if he saw his penis like that? When I first saw this news, I didn't know the culprit was my cousin, until I received a call from her later… Of all my relatives, I'm closest to my cousin, perhaps because I've tutored her before. Her grades at school had always been poor, but actually, mine weren't top-notch either; I just studied half-heartedly, and my grades were at best around tenth place, which was considered above average. However, in my aunt's eyes, that was already considered a gifted student. Since our two families didn't live far apart, my aunt often asked me to come over and tutor her. After a few tutoring sessions, I realized she wasn't cut out for studying. No matter how I taught her, she could only absorb a very limited amount of information; she would understand about one sentence out of ten. So I simply gave up and just chatted and joked with her during class to pass the time. Unexpectedly, after letting down our guard about schoolwork, we got along quite well, and gradually we became inseparable. She would tell me about any problems she encountered.
"Cousin, what should I do? Something terrible has happened!" My cousin's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What's wrong this time? Are you being bothered by flies again?" I joked. She often complained to me about being harassed by boys at school.
"No, have you seen the news lately?"
"There's a lot of news. Which one are you talking about?"
"The one about the woman who was photographed on the train. I took the picture..." "I don't quite understand what you're saying..." Later, she mentioned things like perverts, photos, and netizens, but her communication skills weren't good, and I couldn't understand what happened from these fragmented pieces of information. I could only sense from her tone that the situation seemed really serious, so I went to find her in person to clarify the truth.
After arriving at her house, we went into her room as we usually do for tutoring, and she recounted the events in detail. When I couldn't understand something, I asked her questions and made her stop and explain slowly. Finally, I understood the whole story, and she found the link to the news article online and showed it to me.
"Not bad, at least you've been on the news once in your life," I joked with her.
"I don't want to be on the news for something like this, cousin, stop messing around. I'm really annoyed lately." "Don't worry, news gets overshadowed quickly by newer stories. People are fickle, they'll forget about it soon." "But there are still a lot of people cursing me on my message board, and recently some perverts have been harassing me. I don't know what to do, that's why I'm asking you for advice." Perverts? I asked my cousin to let me see her message board. Among the overwhelming messages, there were indeed several private messages that were extremely vulgar, saying things like, "I can take pictures of my penis for you," "Hey girl, are you curious about what a man's penis feels like? I can provide free instruction," and "Let me show you a truly magnificent penis (attachment: my penis.jpg)." There were also many inquiries about my cousin's price for being a sugar daddy.
I wondered why things had escalated like this, so I scrolled back to the beginning of the message list. It turned out that some netizens, attracted by the news, had done a doxxing and found my cousin's photos. I remember my cousin wasn't particularly pretty when she was little, but girls change a lot as they grow up, and she's become more and more beautiful. Now, if she's not the school beauty, she's at least a top-tier girl in her circle, so it's no wonder she's being harassed by perverted netizens. But these netizens, I don't know if they're incredibly resourceful or just bored—or both—have somehow managed to find a photo of someone from a forum nickname… As I scrolled up, I suddenly saw a photo that one netizen had dug up. In the photo, my cousin's breasts were partially exposed, and her goddess-like face was posed with a seductive expression. I couldn't help but blush and my heart race.
"Ugh~ that…that's just some funny selfies I took with my gossipy friends. They said they had to act really lewd, and everyone took pictures. I clearly locked the photos in my album, I don't know why they got leaked," my cousin hurriedly explained.
"Maybe a hacker broke into your photo album, or maybe it came from one of your other friends. It's your fault for always hanging out with such shady friends." To ease the awkwardness, I teased her later.
"They're not really shady friends, they just sometimes have a bit too much fun. Cousin, what should I do? Won't people think I'm a promiscuous girl?" "Promiscuous... you are quite promiscuous, otherwise why would you take pictures of a perverted old man exposing his genitals and post them online?" I joked.
"Oh~ Cousin, you're so mean! I didn't do it on purpose. I just wanted to teach that pervert a lesson. I only posted it online because someone suspected I was lying, and I wanted to prove my innocence." My cousin said righteously.
"Okay, I got it. That's just your personality; you can't handle the slightest provocation." "Fine, I'll try to change. Cousin, can you help me figure out how to handle this situation? I'm getting so annoyed by those netizens." I thought the best solution was to sincerely apologize to the netizens, but my cousin countered by asking why she needed to apologize when she hadn't done anything wrong. I told her that sometimes apologizing is just a necessary means of communication, and it doesn't necessarily mean who's right or wrong. My cousin didn't quite understand what I meant, insisting that she felt she hadn't done anything wrong and couldn't write those kinds of things. So, I had to write it for her. An apology can solve the big picture, but it might not be very effective against those harassers who are after my cousin's beauty. Therefore, I wanted to create the illusion that my cousin already had a boyfriend to deter those harassers' unrealistic fantasies.
"Hey~ Cousin, do you have any photos with other guys?" "...Why would you want photos with guys?" "To pretend you already have a boyfriend, so you won't keep getting harassed by those malicious perverts online." "Ugh~ How could I possibly have a boyfriend on short notice? I hardly had any male friends at school (I think it's because you're too pretty and make people feel distant)... How about this, cousin, you can be my boyfriend for a bit." "Huh, me?!" I was surprised that my cousin suddenly had her eye on me.
"Yeah, aren't you a perfect guy? Why don't you go all the way and be my boyfriend?" "This...this isn't really appropriate." "Please, cousin. You came up with this idea yourself (I really dug this hole for myself...), what's wrong with just taking a picture? Can you bear to see your cousin continue to suffer?" When she said the last sentence, she deliberately put on an innocent and naive expression, and I was actually smitten for a moment. I don't know when she learned this trick, so I softened and agreed to her request.
At the beginning of the photoshoot, I was so nervous that my hand holding the camera was shaking, and I didn't dare to get too close to my cousin. She, on the other hand, seemed quite engrossed in this role-playing game… “What couple takes photos so far apart? You're almost in the frame! Ouch~ this angle doesn't look good. Your technique is terrible, cousin. Give me the camera, I'll take the picture.” My cousin snatched the camera from me and leaned in close, her head resting on my chin. The unique fragrance of a young girl wafted over me, making me a little dizzy. Then she took my hand. Her skin was incredibly fair and smooth; just touching it made me feel the wonderful touch and warmth. A beautiful young woman doing these things to you—I think any normal man would have his heart racing like mine, and the heat from her body made me sweat profusely.
"Cousin, why are you sweating so much? Are you alright?"
"No... I'm fine. We should have taken enough photos already. Give me the camera, I'll pick out the ones." I quickly changed the subject to hide my embarrassment.
"So fast? I only took a few..."
"Don't forget what the original purpose of these photos was. Did you think you were shooting a personal photo album?" I took the camera, removed the memory card, connected it to the computer, and reviewed our photos together. To be honest, my cousin is really photogenic; her beauty is flawless from every angle. As for me... well, my face isn't the point, anyway... "Cousin, why did you blur your face?" "Of course I did! I don't want your fans doxxing me." After editing the photos, the next step was the text. Compared to processing photos, I found crafting the text much more difficult… because I had to mimic my cousin's tone. If I wrote it in my own style, some netizens would definitely catch me—they're very perceptive in this regard, so I couldn't be careless. But that wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was making everyone feel that the apology was heartfelt. If it was too simple, it would be seen as perfunctory; if it was too complex, it would feel like I was making excuses. I kept revising the draft to find the right sentences, and finally managed to squeeze out a passable version.
I typed out each word from the final draft, all the while worrying whether netizens would accept my explanation. Just then, my cousin walked over to me and bent down to look at what I was typing for her. She leaned her head about five centimeters above my shoulder, and at that close distance, I smelled that same unique fragrance she had on me during our photo shoot. This time, her head was almost level with mine, so her hair would lightly brush against my neck, making me feel itchy. I kept shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders, but my cousin, whether she was just oblivious or because we were usually so close, showed no sign of leaving. I had no choice but to endure the itch and finish typing.
"Okay, all done." As I pressed the last key—the send button—I couldn't help but raise my hand high, like a pianist striking a pose when pressing the last key. At that moment, my cousin, who had been bent over behind me, stood up. The itching on my neck disappeared, and only a faint lingering scent remained.
"It should be fine now," I said, turning to my cousin.
The moment I turned around, I was a little startled by my cousin's expression, because I had never seen her look so serious.
"Cousin... thank you so much," my cousin said earnestly.
"It's nothing, just typing a few words, a small matter, nothing to mention." "Cousin, you really helped me a lot. I know I can't face netizens with the same calm attitude as you. Thanks to you, this matter was able to..." My cousin stopped abruptly, and I waited, but she didn't speak. I initially thought she was at a loss for words, but then I realized she seemed to have a lot to say but didn't know how to express it, so she was in a strange, blank state.
"Cousin, you can tell me about any other grievances you've suffered, and I'll help you get justice," I broke the silence. Upon hearing this, two lines of tears streamed down my cousin's face, and she leaned against me. I let her tears soak my chest, a warm feeling flowing through me. Although she often confided in me, she had never shown such vulnerability before. I patted her back, hoping to offer some comfort.
After venting, my cousin finally calmed down a bit, but her intermittent sobs sounded even more heartbreaking.
"Cousin, what's wrong? Did someone else bully you?" I asked, feeling sorry for her.
"No...no..."
"Then why are you so sad?"
"Because...I...I...don't know how to
say it." "It's okay, you can take your time."
My cousin hesitated for a moment, then continued:
"I...I think I can't...like boys anymore..."
"Why?" I asked in surprise.
My cousin took a few deep breaths and then began to recount how, ever since her encounter with the pervert on the train, she had developed a strong aversion to any male around her. Perhaps it was because of suddenly seeing his genitals up close; now, whenever she sees a man, the image of that incident automatically flashes in her mind, filling her with fear and disgust.
"That's really bad..."
"Yeah..."
"Wait, I'm a guy too, so don't you feel scared when you see me?" I suddenly thought of that question.
"I thought so too, but you're the person I trust most, cousin, so I had no choice but to ask you. But when I saw you today, I didn't feel any repulsion. I don't know why, but you're the only exception so far." Hearing my cousin say this, I felt a strange sense of superiority. But now wasn't the time to be happy, because my cousin's psychological problem was very difficult to solve; she needed to seek help from a psychologist.
"No...no, I can't talk to a doctor about this." After hearing my suggestion, my cousin refused.
"But we can't let things continue like this, otherwise how will you find a boyfriend, how will you get married?" "I don't know..." Although my cousin was very disappointed, we couldn't think of a solution for a while, so we fell into a long silence.
"Cousin...cousin..." My cousin suddenly called me in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. At first, I didn't hear her, but I noticed her after she called four or five times.
"Cousin, what's wrong? Why is your voice so soft?"
"I thought of a way, but..."
"Oh? What way did you think of? Tell me."
"I...cousin, you have to promise me...no matter what it is, you're willing to do your best to help me..." My cousin said hesitantly, but her eyes were more serious than usual, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became much heavier.
"As long as it's within my ability, I will definitely do my best to help you." I answered her quite seriously as well. My
cousin didn't seem ready to speak yet; her hands were clenched tightly, and her body was stiff. After taking several deep breaths, she slowly said,
"I want to see a man's penis again."
"What did you say?!" I wondered if I'd misheard.
"I want to see a man's penis again, to face it properly. Only then can I overcome my fear." A vague impression of something is perhaps more terrifying than complete understanding—I'd heard this psychological saying before, but hearing my cousin utter such an explosive suggestion still left me speechless.
"Are you...are you sure you want to use this method?"
"Actually, I've been troubled by my situation lately, but after thinking about it, it seems like this is the only way..." "Your idea is too avant-garde...besides, how am I going to find someone willing to cooperate?" At this point, my cousin stared directly at me, and I realized something was terribly wrong.
"No way..."
"Cousin, didn't you just say you'd help me with anything within your power?" "But this is just too weird..." "Cousin, please, you're the only guy I don't reject. I can't think of anyone else who could help me." "This..." "If you don't help me, I might live with a fear of men for the rest of my life and never find happiness..." My cousin started using her sob story again, and I, being easily swayed, am most vulnerable to this tactic... Besides, she's right. If this condition continues, it will indeed have a negative impact on her life. So, under her pitiful pleas, I actually half-heartedly accepted the offer.
After a long period of hesitation and mental preparation, I slowly pulled my pants down to my knees. Now my cousin could see a big bulge in my underwear. Although I didn't have any ulterior motives, exposing my genitals in front of a pretty girl stimulated my physiological reflexes and made me hard. But my cousin wasn't scared at all; instead, she remained calm, which helped reduce my embarrassment and anxiety. Then I started to take off my underwear. Although my anxiety lessened slightly, I was still extremely nervous, and with some internal resistance, the process was very slow. The fabric of the underwear rubbed against my glans, creating a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable. Finally, after passing a certain elastic band, my penis sprang out completely.
I was hesitant to face my situation, so I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it would all end quickly. However, in that extremely tense state, I had little sense of time, or rather, I was completely unaware of it. But my spatial perception was exceptionally sharp, like when you walk into a pitch-black cave and your body subtly anticipates what you'll touch. Even with my eyes closed, I knew my cousin's every move: she changed from sitting on the bed to kneeling on the floor, initially maintaining a distance while gazing at me for a while, before slowly approaching my penis.
My cousin was now very close to my genitals. How close? Close enough that I could feel her breath, occasionally spraying onto my swollen, sensitive glans. Stimulated like this, my penis trembled uncontrollably; the more I tried to stop it, the more violently it trembled. I felt all the blood in my body rushing to my penis; under this abnormal pressure, my mind was a jumbled mess, as if I were thinking about many things simultaneously, yet it was also completely empty. Suddenly, I felt a rush of blood to my brain, my legs went weak, and I collapsed onto my cousin's bed as if my computer had shut down.
I lay limp and powerless on the bed, and my cousin's bed, like a swamp in a forest, slowly sucked my consciousness in. Then something shocking happened: my cousin lay down beside me and began to stroke my penis with her hand. The intense sensory stimulation made me abandon any rational thought, and I succumbed to her continued manipulation. My cousin's hands were initially icy cold; the temperature contrast provided the first layer of stimulation. Combined with her gentle caresses, the pleasure accumulated, and my penis became even harder than before, like a large tree standing in a swamp.
Finally, my last line of moral defense collapsed, replaced by an uncontrollable lust. I turned around and stroked my cousin's face. She looked up at me, her dark eyes sparkling. We gazed at each other for a few seconds, a silent exchange as if confirming some message. Then, I gently leaned in, and our lips met.
A youthful fragrance wafted from her mouth, which I greedily inhaled. My hands restlessly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a fair and slender body. My fingers, like ice skaters, glided along the open fabric, tracing the curves of her body. My cousin squinted, seemingly enjoying the tactile experience.
I slid down her back and gently unhooked her bra. Once there was enough space, my fingers, like vines, crept inside her breasts, quickly reaching the mound. "Mmm..." my cousin let out a soft moan. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to slowly knead it. "Ah...ah...so good..." my cousin couldn't resist the stimulation and cried out.
Her pleasure encouraged me, so I used my mouth instead of my fingers, sucking hard on her nipple. "Ah...brother...so good...your tongue...so...so good..." she murmured, becoming incoherent with further stimulation. I moved my free hand down, ready to explore that untouched forbidden land.
My hand slid across my cousin's smooth, white abdomen, slowly making its way down along a barely perceptible path. Through the seam of the fabric, my fingers reached the hollow, ready to explore the mysterious cavern. At first, I gently scratched her through her panties with my fingers. My cousin writhed slightly from the new sensory stimulation, and a small wet patch appeared on her panties. As the scratching continued, the wet patch spread wider and wider. After a certain point, I used my thumb and forefinger to pull aside the thin fabric blocking the entrance, and my middle finger, like a nimble snake, slowly burrowed into the tight crevice.
"Ah... what is this... it feels so strange..." With each inch I went deeper, my cousin's brows furrowed. Seeing this expression on her pretty face was quite endearing. So I pushed in gently and gradually, letting my cousin slowly experience the foreign sensation inside her vagina. "
Ah... cousin... down there... feels strange... how come... it's getting more and more... comfortable." As my cousin gradually got used to this feeling, she began to feel a unique pleasure, so I started to gently stimulate her clitoris. As soon as I touched her clitoris, my cousin's body curled up violently as if she had been electrocuted.
"Cousin...so good...down there...so comfortable...so itchy...I...I want...want...something...to fill...my...down there...something...longer...thicker...ahhh..." Hearing a beautiful girl lying next to me making such lewd moans, what normal man in the world could resist? So I took off my cousin's panties, lifted my penis, and thrust it into her vagina. Because her vaginal opening had secreted a lot of lubrication when I teased her with my fingers, the glans slid in quickly. I began to slowly penetrate deeper, but I didn't intend to go all the way in, because I knew that I was only helping my cousin overcome her fear; her virginity should be reserved for the man she chose herself.
I've heard that the erogenous zones of a woman's genitals are concentrated near the vaginal opening, while the erogenous zones of a man's are on the glans penis. So even just shallow thrusting can bring immense pleasure. With each thrust, my cousin would tremble slightly, a signal from her body that she was experiencing sexual pleasure. I was also immersed in the pleasure of my glans rubbing against the inner walls of her vagina. Every time I thrust in, her vagina would reflexively contract, gripping me so tightly! Could it be that my cousin not only has a stunning appearance and figure, but also possesses a rare and exceptional vagina?
"Ah...ah...cousin...so...so amazing...so comfortable...penis...so good...more...push it in a little more..." My cousin, overwhelmed by the waves of desire, let out involuntary moans. These rousing, suggestive words fueled my lust, so I quickened my thrusting. "Ah...how...so...fast...down there...it feels so strange...I want to pee...it feels so good...no...no...I can't take it...I can't take it anymore..." Stimulated by the rapid thrusting, my cousin's body began to tremble violently, her vagina contracting tightly. Finally, she ejaculated onto my glans, and the stimulation of the contraction and warm flow brought her to the brink of orgasm. I quickly pulled out my penis and got up to go to the toilet to relieve myself, but then my cousin suddenly sat up, grabbed my penis, and brought her face close to it, staring intently at it while continuing to stroke it. Finally, nearing the climax, my penis released, and thick, hot semen erupted like a volcano.
Because my cousin's face was so close, the semen hit her face squarely. Seeing the stunning visual impact of a goddess-like beauty being facially ejaculated on, my semen gushed out in waves, as if my penis was actively trying to drain me dry. I never imagined I could ejaculate such a large amount of semen at once. After the last spurt, my body was completely "drained," and my cousin's face and hair were covered in my semen. Due to the large amount, some semen flowed down her face, over her neck, collarbone, and chest, finally reaching her breasts, where it gathered again at her nipples and dripped onto her thighs. My cousin remained motionless with her eyes closed, letting the cloudy white semen flow over her snow-white body. This scene didn't arouse any obscene thoughts in me; instead, I found it incredibly beautiful. Previously, news reports had shown performance groups and moralists arguing fiercely about the definition of art and pornography. Now, I think I can understand the saying that "refined pornography can be elevated to art." At this moment, my cousin was like a Venus statue, radiating a breathtaking beauty. I was captivated, gazing at her in a daze, unable to contain myself.
"I'm going to shower." Soon after, my cousin opened her eyes and quietly went into the bathroom to shower. The sounds coming from the bathroom slowly pulled me back to reality. With the gentle sound of running water, my initially turbulent emotions gradually calmed down. Before she came out, I put on the clothes scattered on the bed, opened the door, and quietly walked out.
The storm my cousin caused online gradually subsided. I don't know if the strategy of pretending to be her boyfriend really worked, or if everyone's enthusiasm had just worn off. New events attract attention, and the old ones are silently forgotten—this is an unchanging cycle. When I saw my cousin again afterward, the first few times I felt extremely awkward. After a few interactions and some unintentional playful banter, we returned to our familiar way of interacting. During this time, we never mentioned that day, as if it had never happened.
Until one day I received a message from my cousin that read: "Cousin, I have a boyfriend. I'm very happy to be in love. Thank you for your help." After that, the matter was never mentioned again.
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