Seducing my Cousin

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I had known my cousin ever since the day I was born. Our houses weren’t far and we grew up quite close. And ever since, I’ve held a forbidden attraction to my cousin who was born a month older than me.

When we were little, we often experimented what we saw on our parents – because, mind you, they don’t lock the door properly when they have sex. We only ever kissed and touched back then, but when we grew older, more perverted, knowledgeable and more mature, things changed.

I had thought all along my silly attraction to him was long gone, which was obviously, not true. That time too, I had started masturbating, but never with toys, because my parents will kill me if they ever see one on me. I never cum, so I was never really satisfied with any masturbation of mine. Eventually, I stopped, gearing my attention towards my failing studies.

However, vacation came and it became harder. My libido was once again fueled ever since he started sleeping in our house. He had grown taller and more muscular before and I find myself wishing to be ravaged by him. I once again went back to masturbating, but I can never be satisfied without a cock in my vagina, so I restrained myself, but I had grown naughty and willful that I started making moves on him. I had always been beautiful, something which runs in my family’s genes, and coupled with a good diet, I had been successful in keeping a good figure. More often than not, I find myself wearing more shorts and fitting blouses, making sure to pucker my ass in front of him. There had been one time I had been too bold and ‘accidentally’ brushed my hands in his boxers. I pretended not to see the raging hard-on he had after.

That night, I touched myself (and might have screamed his name out loud accidentally.)

Sunday morning and I was typing away in my laptop when he appeared on my door in a towel. I gave him his daily supply of shampoo and locked myself in my bathroom to touch myself again. I used my electric hairbrush on my clitoris, and I might have screamed his name out loud again, this time, much, much louder. I had been on the verge of an orgasm picturing he was the one rubbing my clit when, my bathroom door was opened. Which actually made no sense because I locked both my bedroom and bathroom door.

I saw my cousin, with dripping wet hair and fresh clothes, standing with keys in hand and I shrunk away, guilty at being caught red-handed, while pulling up my shorts and fixing my clothes. He, however, did the most unexpected thing I did not expect him to do.

He grabbed my shoulders fiercely and slammed me on my bathroom wall, arousing me. Call me masochistic, but I’m turned on in rough treatment. “And I have been wondering who keeps calling out my name in the middle of the night,” his gaze seemed to have burned holes through me. It made me unable to look at him. Oh yeah, our rooms were right next to each other.

He menacingly looked at me. “That time when you caused me a boner. It wasn’t unintentional too, right?”

I bit my lip, guilty. “Tim, you don’t understand. I-”

But he already left me.

The next days passed bleakly. I didn’t even have the energy to masturbate. Every time I looked at Tim, it was full of dread and guilt. The came one day I was ready to curse at my family who left me alone in the house alone with Tim. My other cousins went home to get some additional clothes.

I had been cooking our lunch when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my stomach along with the scent of apples. I was in so much shock I dropped the ladle the same time I felt lips sucking various places in my shoulders and neck. The hands that were wrapped around me reached for the stove to turn it off.

“Tim, wait-”

I tried to protest if it wasn’t for his lips whose next destination was mine. He kissed me so hard I forgot how to breathe. What just happened? Wasn’t he furious at me the past few days?

“Why did you lust after me?” he whispered in my ears. My mind was too clouded to formulate any answers to give, so he stopped, and rested his forehead in mine. I must say that the gesture was really sweet.

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