I am Abhimanyu (5 ft 10 in) [name changed] and sharing my real experience.
Eshani (5 ft 2 in) is my cousin, and she is practically the same age as mine. Growing up, I thought she was unattractive. It is shallow, I know, but that’s the honest truth. The last time I saw her, a few years ago, she was an ugly kid.
However, everything changed when our family gathered for a function during my college days. Eshani was no longer the gangly girl I remembered. My cousin had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, with fuller lips and a more developed figure. She had also put on some weight, and I couldn’t help but notice the soft curves of her body.
The function turned into a week-long family affair, and we all stayed together. I was an early riser, and I would find myself staring at her while she slept, the soft breasts outlined by her t-shirt. I would quickly remind myself that she was my cousin, and I shouldn’t be having such thoughts.
We actually reconnected. We found we had a lot in common, and soon, we were chatting online daily.
A year later, I had to travel to a place near her residence for work, and I stayed in a hotel with two friends. The work assignment was for a month, and I was excited to spend some time with my cousin Eshani.
One night, while spending time at her place, the physical attraction became almost unbearable. Her parents were asleep, leaving us alone in her room. We were watching movies, joking around, when she suddenly said, “Abhi, you know, I have never kissed anyone.”
Without thinking, I blurted out, “Umm, you could kiss me.”
She playfully punched my arm. “Shut up, Abhi, that’s wrong. You’re my cousin.”
We went back to the movie, but the air was thick with unspoken tension. Then, out of nowhere, my cousin sister leaned in and pecked me on the lips! Something inside me snapped. I pulled her in and kissed her, a kiss that was far from innocent. Our lips explored each other, and my hands traced the curves of her body, exploring every inch of her that I had been secretly fantasizing about. I cupped her breasts, feeling the soft weight of her ass in my hands, and she didn’t stop me.
“Shall we take it further?” I whispered.
She hesitated. “No,” she breathed.
But my hands were already working, lifting her t-shirt, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were exposed, the nipples a delicate shade of brown. I lowered my head, licked and sucked, leaving a trail of hickeys around her areolas.
Then, I took her hand and placed it on my bulge, pressing it against my pants. She pushed me away, stood up, and locked the door. For a moment, fear gripped me. Had I ruined everything? But my cousin turned back, unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and then my underwear.
Her fingers traced my length, and then, she began to stroke my dick. It was the most incredible sensation I had experienced. Her kisses grew more passionate, her hands more insistent. Then, my cousin opened her mouth and took my dick inside. At first, just the tip, and then deeper, until I was on the verge of losing control. I could hear the choking sound. She pulled away, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her mouth to my dick.
Eshani quickly took off her pyjamas and then her underwear, revealing her bare pussy.
“May I?” I asked, my voice trembling.
She nodded. I went down, and the moment my tongue touched her, she moaned. But then I heard it, a different name, not mine, escaping her lips. It was the name of her crush. Anger flared within me. I stood up and roughly bit her nipples. She cried out, asking why I was being so rough, to which I told her the reason for it.
Then the next I started to lick my cousin’s pussy, I could hear moans of my name.
We didn’t go all the way that night. But that became our secret. We met regularly, indulging in these make-out sessions. I knew, deep down, that it couldn’t last forever. But in those stolen moments, with her hands on my skin and her breath on my neck, I didn’t care about the consequences. I was lost in the intoxicating heat of the forbidden.
I went back home after that trip, and months passed, but the memories of her lingered. I missed her like anything – Eshani’s touch, her breath, her smell, every fucking thing. I longed to see her, to feel her, to be with her again. One day, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I texted her, asking if she would do a video call with me. To my surprise, she agreed.
I sat on the bed, locked the door, took of my t shirt and then my pyjamas and underwear. I dimmed the lights to set the mood. I answered her call, and she appeared on my screen, wearing a gorgeous and sexy one-piece dress.
The neckline was low, and I could see her cleavage, which immediately got me a boner. I would have gotten aroused just staring at her face, because she’s that hot.
My cousin began to undress herself slowly, teasing me with every move. She danced a bit, then pulled up her dress, exposing her panty for just a few seconds before covering it back up. I was on edge, my heart racing with anticipation. Finally, she took off her dress, revealing her white bra and panty. She was a vision, a drop down straight from heaven.
As she started to lick her chest and arms, I lost control. My dick was solid hard, throbbing with desire. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she knew it. She loved to tease me, and she was doing it masterfully.
Eshani turned around, unhooked her bra, and seductively brought the strap down. She covered her nipples with her hands and turned around, her eyes locked on mine. I was mesmerized. She then covered her nipples with her palms and started to squeeze them, bouncing them up and down. I was gone, lost in a sea of lust.
Next, she removed her hands, and her tits were exposed. I missed them like anything. She then spitted on her tits and spread the saliva around her nipples, which seemed to glaze over in the dim light.
As my cousin began to remove her panties, I was on the edge of my seat, but suddenly, she heard a knock on the door. She quickly dressed herself and opened the door, leaving me frustrated and unsatisfied. Sadly, I couldn’t see her pussy that day, but I had recorded a part of the call.
I watched the recording and masturbated.
But a week later, she texted me that her best friend had confessed his feelings for her, and she had accepted his proposal. They started dating, and I was happy for her, but she also added that it was the end of our forbidden relationship.
I continued to watch the recording, masturbating to the memories of her, but after a month, it started to feel bad. I deleted the recording, unable to bear the pain of reliving something that was now lost.
As I looked back, I realized that our relationship was never meant to be. It was a forbidden lust, a secret that we kept hidden from the world.
Anyone who wants to share their experiences can connect with me. My email ID: [email protected]