Is it normal to have sexual desires with my cousin? Is it okay for me to fuck him or any other guy I want without considering consequences like getting pregnant or being judged by society? How do you know when you’re slutty enough? Am I even slutty because everyone around thinks that only whores are called sluts, so how can someone be considered a whore if they don’t get fucked every day? These questions have been running through my head since puberty started hitting me. My body was changing rapidly, as well as my mind; I became more mature than most girls my age. The first thing that changed was my breasts growing bigger and becoming much fuller; not only did they look more prominent, but they were soft and hard too! It didn’t take long before guys started noticing them. At first, it was mostly harmless comments such as “you’re going to grow up real nice” or “wow, those things will make some lucky man happy one day.” But soon after, this attention began coming out of nowhere. Random people would start telling me I was sexy and asking me to go home with them. They’d say stuff like: “You’ve got an ass to die for” or “Your tits could feed a family.” Once, a friend’s dad asked me why he hadn’t seen me sooner because he thought we might hit it off sexually… That made me blush. Another person once said, “If I had a daughter like you, I wouldn’t let anyone near her!” Needless to say, these compliments always turned me red-hot and excited. All this attention boosted my confidence and helped me feel comfortable wearing less clothing than usual. In fact, I started dressing way sexier and flirting with random strangers everywhere I went.
When it came to clothes, though, I no longer had limits. If it looked good, then I wore it. Sooner or later, however, my mom noticed that I was dressing differently, leading to many talks about my new lifestyle choices and how she disapproved of them. She told me that I should stop trying to attract boys and focus on studying instead. After several arguments, I stopped listening to her advice. This caused our relationship to become strained between each other. Nowadays, whenever my mother sees me, she gives me a dirty stare. That’s why she doesn’t come to visit very often. Anyway, back to my story.
I have always felt attracted by my cousin since we were thirteen, and fifteen, eighteen, and even more now when we are in our twenties. We live next door to each other. Our parents grew up together, and both families frequently hung out until we moved into the area. As children, we spent lots of time playing games and doing sports together. He was a year older than me, and I always looked up to him. Even today, I still stare at his muscular arms and legs while he works outside. His brown hair, blue eyes, and tall build make me weak in the knees. He usually tried to flirt with me whenever we were alone, but I never gave him a chance. Until recently…
It happened during Christmas break last December when I visited my grandparents’ house. Since it was wintertime, I decided to wear a thick sweater and leggings underneath my jeans. On top of everything else, I added boots with high heels that reached halfway down my thighs. For makeup, I chose dark eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I put my curly blonde locks into two braids, leaving my bangs loose. My outfit wasn’t anything special, yet somehow it made me stand out among the other women present. My grandmother commented on my appearance, saying I looked like a model. My grandfather agreed and complimented my beauty. I blushed and thanked them both. Later on, my cousin arrived and greeted me warmly. He seemed different. He smiled more, talked more openly, and even teased me playfully. During dinner, he kept making jokes and laughing loudly. I tried to laugh, but inside I wanted to punch him for acting as if he hadn’t noticed me. However, I knew keeping my feelings hidden and working cool toward him was best. After all, I was here for a reason, and I couldn’t risk ruining the trip.
That night, we watched TV together in front of the fireplace. We sat close to each other and occasionally touched shoulders or hands under blankets. While watching a romantic comedy movie, I found myself leaning against his shoulder. I didn’t mean to touch him, but my heart skipped a beat when our bodies collided. Then he hugged me tight and whispered: “I missed you, little one.” I froze and stared straight ahead, feeling awkward and embarrassed. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. A small smile appeared on his lips, and he returned the kiss on my cheek. It lasted for a few seconds but felt longer. Once our faces separated, I quickly pulled away. He acted surprised and confused, probably wondering what exactly had happened. I pretended not to notice and continued watching the movie. Eventually, I fell asleep.
In the morning, I woke up early and took advantage of the empty room to change into fresh clothes. I left the bathroom and saw my cousin sitting on the bed. He was already awake and reading a book. I walked over to him and stood beside his chair. I looked at him and asked: “Good morning.” He responded with a nod. I smiled and sat across from him. “How long have you been up?” I inquired. “Since 6 AM,” he replied. “What did you do before I wake up?” I questioned him further. His response was simple: “Read.” “Oh, okay…” I answered.
He closed his book and placed it on the table next to him. “Do you remember yesterday?” he asked. “Yes, I guess so…” I said. “Well, I was thinking that maybe we could spend some time together today.” I nodded and waited for him to continue. “So, I thought we could walk around town or see a movie.” “Sure, sounds fun. I would love to go to the new theater in downtown.”, I said. “Great!” he exclaimed. “I’ll grab some breakfast and meet you in ten minutes.” With that, he rose and headed toward the kitchen. Ten minutes later, we were walking down Main Street. There weren’t many people around, but I liked it that way. It made it easier to talk freely. We passed a couple of stores, but I wasn’t interested in that. Finally, we arrived at the cinema. We bought tickets and went inside. After buying popcorn and drinks, we sat in the last row and ate quietly. The cinema was almost empty, and I glanced at my cousin and noticed he was nervous. I smiled and assured him that everything would be fine.
After a short while, the lights dimmed, and previews started playing. I watched them curiously and wondered whether or not my cousin had seen these movies before. Soon enough, the trailers ended. The main movie finally began rolling. The film was pretty entertaining; funny scenes and great actors. But the only thing I was interested in was my cousin taking the lead to kiss and touch me. Our arms touched again, and I felt he had goosebumps all over his body. I smiled and leaned closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the moment. I looked over at him and noticed that his breathing was fast. He definitely was feeling something. I looked into his eyes and caught his gaze. We exchanged glances for a moment, and then I leaned forward and softly brushed my lips against his. I heard him gasp, and his grip tightened around my waist. I slowly opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. We stayed like that for a second, enjoying the taste of each other. Suddenly, I felt his hand caress my leg, moving upwards. I gasped and grabbed his hand immediately. “Don’t stop,” I mumbled and moved closer to him, wrapping my arm around his neck. I pressed my body against his and kissed him deeply. His tongue explored mine as our tongues danced around each other’s mouths. After a minute of kissing, I broke apart from the kiss and gazed at him with lustful eyes. He looked into my eyes with passion and desire, returning my glance with equal intensity. Slowly, he lowered his head down towards my breast. Without hesitation, he grabbed my right tit and squeezed it gently. I moaned in pleasure and wrapped my free arm around him. My fingers ran through his hair, massaging it while he sucked on my nipple. I arched my back slightly and pushed harder onto his face. I loved how hard and firm my nipples were; they sent shivers through my entire body.
My cousin stopped sucking my breast briefly and looked up at me. I grinned and winked at him. He returned the gesture with a sly grin. I slid down his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his hips so I could remove them altogether. I slipped my finger into his boxers and felt his rock-hard erection. “Mmmmmm,” I groaned in satisfaction. “Fuck, your dick feels big.” “Yeah?” he smirked. “It looks thick, too!”. I giggled and took hold of it. It was so thick, soft, and heavy. I stroked it slowly and rubbed its tip with my hands. I could tell he liked it by the way he tensed up. “Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” I asked him. “No, don’t stop,” he answered with a grunt. I desired that dick so much. I was thinking how we would fuck in public, in the theater, and with no correct answer, just fulfilled with desire, I lowered my head to suck his dick.
First, I licked the shaft from top to bottom, engulfed the whole thing into my mouth, and bobbed it up and down rapidly. My saliva mixed with precum and created an incredible flavor. I moaned with every stroke of my mouth. He grabbed my hair tightly and pumped faster and harder into my mouth. I was getting wetter with each passing moment. I couldn’t help but moan softly. My pussy was burning with excitement, wanting to feel him deep inside me. I needed to cum badly! I slowed down and stopped sucking. Instead, I stuck my tongue out and circled the tip of his cock. That did it. His muscles spasmed, and his hands were holding hard my head. I felt the first shot hit my throat. At this point, he released control over me and allowed me to move my head up and down as fast as I pleased. I swallowed as much sperm as possible and let his penis fall limp on his stomach.
I wiped my mouth clean with a piece of my blouse and looked at my cousin. He had a dazed look in his eyes, which made me giggle. He knew I still needed to be pleased. So, without permission, I got off my seat and knelt between his legs. I took his dick once again into my mouth and started sucking on it like crazy. I lapped up his spit and cleaned his shaft thoroughly. I slowly moved up and down his length, letting him enjoy the sensation. Then, I sped up my pace, gradually increasing speed until I was going fast. Each time I slammed my mouth onto his cock, I tasted precum and semen. I loved that combination and continued licking and cleaning him. After several minutes of vigorous oral stimulation, his cock was getting bigger again. When I felt it was hard enough, I got off my seat and sat on his big pole. “Oh God!” he whispered. He held my waist firmly and helped me ride his cock. I bounced up and down on his lap, moaning and gasping with every movement. I felt so hot and horny. My cunt was throbbing and leaking juices everywhere. All I wanted now was to cum.
“Faster,” I spoke softly. “Harder.” He complied and fucked me harder than before. His hands gripped my ass cheeks tightly and pulled me into his crotch. I loved the feeling of being filled by his fat rod. It felt so good to be pounded by such a huge cock. Every thrust was sending waves of ecstasy through my body and mind. I lost track of time and reality altogether. I just existed at that moment, riding his massive cock like a cowgirl. I was suffering from being unable to moan like a bitch, begging for release. I don’t know if anyone heard us, but I was too turned on to notice and care. I was already at my limit. It was time to hit my orgasm. I increased my pace even more and screamed loudly: “OHHH FUCK YES!!!” I came hard and loud, shaking violently. My pussy repeatedly contracted, squeezing his dick mercilessly. I kept screaming and bucking wildly, unable to control myself anymore. My climax lasted forever. As soon as it subsided, I collapsed onto the floor. My knees were weak, and I felt lightheaded. My cousin laid down next to me and kissed me passionately. We stayed there for a while, catching our breath and recovering. That’s when I looked around, and I saw the few couples who were at the cinema with us, and they were looking at us, some scared, others horny and jealous of what we had just done. When we noticed it, it was just a matter of a few seconds before we got our stuff and left the cinema.
We spent the rest of Sunday afternoon hanging out with friends and family holding our secret and pretending nothing extraordinary had ever happened. Occasionally I felt my pussy dripping, remembering what we had done…