Cousin stroked me while i pretend to sleep

I shifted uncomfortably on the narrow cot in the corner of my aunt’s spare room, the thin mattress doing little to cushion my body from the hard floor beneath. It was my third night staying with Priya, my aunt, while I searched for a paying guest accommodation in the city. At 32, Priya was a vision of curvaceous beauty, her figure accentuating every movement she made. Her 32D breasts seemed to defy gravity, and her hips swayed with a rhythm that made it impossible not to notice. She was a stark contrast to my lean, 22-year-old frame, and her presence filled the small apartment with an energy I couldn’t quite place.

The first two nights had been uneventful, but this morning was different. I woke to a strange sensation, my body still heavy with sleep but my mind jolting awake as I felt a hand wrap around my morning wood. My eyes fluttered open just a crack, enough to see Priya’s silhouette in the dim light of the early morning. Her hand was firm yet gentle, her fingers tracing the length of my erection as if she was measuring it. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest, and pretended to be asleep. It was easier that way—less complicated, less awkward.

Her breath was warm on my neck, her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my side. I could feel the softness of her breasts against my back, her nipples hard against my skin. It was a strange mix of excitement and fear, her high libido palpable in the air between us. I was just a 22-year-old guy, still figuring out life, and here I was, sharing a bed with my aunt, who seemed to have no boundaries. Her hand moved up and down, her grip tightening slightly with each stroke. I bit my lip, trying to suppress a groan, my body responding to her touch despite my best efforts to stay still.

My mind raced with questions. How far would she go? Did she know I was awake? Was this some kind of test? I didn’t have the answers, but my body didn’t seem to care. It was reacting on its own, my cock throbbing in her hand, pre-cum already leaking at the tip. Priya’s other hand slid up my chest, her fingers tracing the contours of my lean frame. Her touch was deliberate, as if she was mapping my body, memorizing every inch of me. I felt her lips brush against my ear, her breath hot and heavy. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “Did you sleep well, Vishal?”

I stayed silent, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to control my breathing. Her words sent a jolt through me, and I could feel my cock twitch in her hand. She chuckled softly, a sound that was both teasing and seductive. “Pretending to sleep, huh? Cute.” Her hand moved faster now, her grip firm but not too tight, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive head of my cock. I could feel her body pressing closer, her breasts mashed against my back, her hips grinding subtly against my thigh. It was too much, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. I was trapped in this moment, my body betraying my shyness, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

“You’ve got a big one,” she murmured, her lips brushing my earlobe. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like.” Her words were like a spark, igniting a fire in my veins. I wanted to turn around, to look at her, to see the desire in her eyes, but I stayed still, my body tense with anticipation. Her hand slowed, her fingers now just teasing the tip, smearing the pre-cum around. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with lust. “You like me touching you like this.” I didn’t respond, but my body did. My cock pulsed in her hand, and I felt a groan escape my lips, soft but undeniable.

Priya smiled against my neck, her teeth grazing my skin. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her hand resuming its rhythm. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathing, heavy and labored, the only other noise the occasional creak of the cot beneath us. I could feel her hips moving against me now, her pussy pressing against my thigh, her juices dampening the fabric of her nightgown. She was as turned on as I was, her body responding to the intimacy of the moment. “You’re so young,” she whispered, her hand moving faster. “So tight and hard. I bet you’ve never had a woman like me before.”

Her words were like a challenge, and my body rose to meet it. My cock was throbbing, the pressure building at the base, my balls tight and heavy. I knew I was close, my orgasm hovering just out of reach, and I wondered if she’d let me come in her hand or if she had something else in mind. Priya’s other hand slid down my stomach, her fingers brushing against the waistband of my boxers. “You’re dripping,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “All this for me? You’re such a good boy.” Her hand dipped lower, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through the thin fabric.

I felt her lips press against my shoulder, her teeth nibbling gently. “But I think it’s time we woke you up properly,” she murmured, her hand pulling my boxers down just enough to free my erection. Cold air hit my skin, and I shivered, my body tense with anticipation. Priya’s hand wrapped around my cock again, her grip firmer now, her strokes purposeful. I could feel her breath on my neck, her body moving in sync with her hand, her pussy grinding against my thigh. “Come for me, Vishal,” she whispered, her voice a command. “Let me feel you pulse in my hand.”

Her words were the final push I needed. My body tensed, my toes curling as my orgasm exploded through me. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, my cock throbbing as I came, my cum shooting in thick streams onto her hand and the sheets. Priya moaned softly, her hand milking me, drawing out every last drop. As my body relaxed, my breathing returning to normal, Priya leaned back, her hand still wrapped around my softening cock. She looked at me, her eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on her lips.

“That was just the beginning,” she said, her voice low and promising. “You’re going to be staying with me for a while, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. Priya chuckled, her hand giving my cock a final squeeze before letting go. “Good,” she said, as if I’d agreed. “Because I have so much more to teach you.” And with that, she slipped out of bed, leaving me lying there, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of my orgasm, my mind racing with the implications of her words. I knew this was just the start, and as I closed my eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder what Priya had in store for me next.