My dear cousin Kevin

A few months ago my cousin Kevin (that’s what we’ll call him) came to visit the house. As always, he’s gorgeous: tall, toned body, we get along way too well, there’s a lot of trust and we’ve always had that weird chemistry… but that day it felt different.

Everyone was in the living room talking about stuff, and I whispered to him: “let’s go to my room for a bit.” He followed me without asking anything. At first everything was “normal”: sitting on the bed, talking shit, laughing. But suddenly he started getting more affectionate: running his hand down my back, pulling me closer, staring at my lips… and I was already burning inside because I’d been fantasizing about fucking him for years.

I decided to test the waters. I stood up and said: “I’m gonna change, turn around for a second.” Obviously he didn’t turn all the way, just tilted his face a little, the little sneak. I took off my blouse slowly, stayed in just a tight sports bra, and put on these super short cotton shorts that rode up my ass every time I moved. When I said “okay you can look now” he turned around and froze. His eyes traveled all over my body and he mumbled:

—Why are you dressed like that…?

—What? You don’t like how I look?

He stayed quiet, but you could already see the bulge growing in his pants. We kept talking like nothing, but I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass. “Oops, I dropped my phone”… I bent down real slow, arching my back, putting my ass right in his face while pretending to look for it. I felt his breathing change, he stayed still but I knew I was killing him.

So I upped the ante:

—Aren’t you hot? I’m roasting… do you mind if I take off my shorts?

—No, it’s cool… —he said with this kinda raspy voice.

I pulled them down slowly, letting them drop to the floor… and surprise: I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My pussy completely exposed, already wet for a while. I turned around, looked him in the eyes, and threw myself on him without another word. I straddled his lap, feeling how his hard dick pressed against me through the fabric.

—You’re not bored, are you? —I said—. Don’t you wanna do something nice to me?

He didn’t answer with words. He just grabbed me firmly by the back of my neck and kissed me with a hunger that left me shaking. We devoured each other’s mouths like desperate people, muffled moans. I unbuttoned his pants with shaky hands and when I pulled out his dick… My God. Big, thick, veiny, black (just the way I like them AJSJSJS 🫦🫦) it was rock hard, throbbing in my hand.

I couldn’t wait and I knelt between his legs and took it all in my mouth. I sucked it eagerly, running my tongue over every inch, playing with the head, swallowing it to the back of my throat while he grabbed my hair and grunted softly. “Fuck…” was all he could manage to say.

Then he picked me up like I weighed nothing, threw me face down on the bed, and spread my legs open in one pull. He shoved his dick in with one deep, thick thrust that made me gasp. He fucked me hard, with force, grabbing my hips, spanking me until my ass was red. I could only moan and beg him “harder don’t stop daddy put it all in me.” I felt him opening me up completely, reaching the deepest part of me over and over.

He came inside me the first two times, filling me with hot spurts that leaked out while he kept pumping. Then he put me on all fours, grabbed my hair, and gave me another round even wilder than before. We ended up sweaty, panting, legs shaking… and right when we were trying to calm down, my mom yelled from the living room that they had to leave.

We got dressed in a hurry, shared one last long, dirty kiss at the bedroom door. Since that day we’ve fucked several times, not as often as I’d like but oh well…