I’m pretty sure my [M] cousin [F] wants to have sex with me….. [UPDATE]

Ok everyone. So I know this update has been much awaited. Believe me, I got every single one of your messages. For the past month, I’ve gotten anywhere from two to twenty messages *a week* asking me for an update. And now some of you are saying you’ve been checking back every day for an update. I love that y’all are invested in this as much as I am, but at this point, it feels like nothing can live up to your expectations and anticipation. So I hope you’re satisfied with the newest development in my pursuit to fuck my cousin…..
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There’s a reason I haven’t posted anything in a while. It’s because there’s been literally nothing to update you on. Not even a text conversation. And I mean none. We stopped speaking for a few weeks. After that phone conversation where she basically told me she wants to fuck me (in so many words, anyway), we just didn’t talk for a while. It’s not something we agreed on, it was just something that happened; she didn’t text me, I didn’t text her. I very badly *wanted* to text her, but I wasn’t gonna push anything she didn’t want. I kind of already did push a little in the phone convo by giving her an ultimatum. I guess feeling guilty about that is what kept me from texting her.

But anyway…

Every year, we do a Walk to End Alzheimer’s in my town. It’s usually me, my sisters, my mother, and my aunt. But this year, Jill decided to join us. Keep in mind, this is something she agreed to *before* our phone conversation. So I was kind of curious how this was gonna pan out. Was she gonna back out? Was she gonna ask me to back out? Was she gonna come and just pretend that conversation never happened? But again, I wasn’t gonna be the one to push anything. If she was concerned about it, she would text me.

Turns out, she was concerned, and [she did text me.](https://imgur.com/a/9L347)

So she was worried it would be awkward between us. Legitimate concern, for sure. But I honestly felt like, if we just acted like our normal selves, it would be fine. Just pretend it never happened. I didn’t wanna do that, of course, but I’d rather that than have it be awkward between us. She didn’t think she would be able to let it go, I guess.

Fast forward to two days later, when she arrives…

We were meeting her at the walk, because she was staying with her parents. My mother, my sister, and myself got there first, waiting on my aunt and Jill. Let me tell you, my stomach was in knots. I didn’t think I’d be this nervous to see Jill, but it had been over a month, and there was an extra factor called sexual tension thrown into the mix.

Seeing her didn’t help. In fact, it made it worse. I was downright nervous to talk to her. When she arrived, she was wearing a very form-fitting long sleeve t-shirt, and the tightest elastic workout pants. Some version of yoga pants or something, I don’t know. Whatever they were, it was instant boner material. And I couldn’t help but think she did it on purpose. Like, what fit girl *doesn’t* look absolutely amazing in tight, form-fitting clothes. And pants that *really* hugged her hips and showed off her incredible butt? She knows I’m attracted to her. There’s no way she didn’t wear that for my benefit. That’s what was going through my mind, anyway. And of course, she looked absolutely stunningly gorgeous, as she always does.

I remained quiet during introductions. She was giving out hugs, and I just knew her hugging me was not a good idea. This woman already had me at half chub just from looking at her. Getting her usual tight, warm hug, with her boobs pressed up against me would only make me harder. She saved me for last with the hug, and it was like it always was; exactly like I knew it would be, giving me a complete hard-on. And I swear to you — no, it was *not* just my imagination — upon getting harder, she pulled me closer and hugged me tighter. I didn’t want her to let go. For two reasons: one, being held by her was elating; two, she was keeping the rest of my family from seeing my rock hard dick. So as soon as she let go, I kind of turned away from everyone, and made my way right for the port-o-potty. My mom yelled after me, asking where I was going, so I just said “bathroom!” After thirty seconds or so, I finally got my boner to go away, and I came back out.

Needless to say, during the walk, I just stayed behind her for the majority of the time. Watching her walk in those pants was like being in a trance. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt. It was just so mesmerizingly perfect. Every now and then, she would turn back, and I would quickly turn away. But there was a couple of times that she totally caught me checking her out. She knew I was attracted to her, and she knew she was wearing clothes that showed off her body. And you know what? I’m convinced she even added a tiny bit more sway to her walk just for me. Fortunately there was enough blood flow getting to other parts of my body (due to the fact that we were walking at a moderately fast pace) that the hardest my dick got was half-mast.

I was still very nervous around Jill. I was slowly warming up to her during the walk, but I was still only saying a few words at a time. No conversations or anything. I wasn’t holding up my end of the deal by not being awkward. I really *wanted* to avoid being uncomfortable, but my brain was just not cooperating for some reason. And the worst part was, Jill seemed like she was legitimately trying to keep it cool between us. She was trying to talk to me and laugh with me. I just couldn’t take my mind off of the fact that one wrong thing could screw this whole thing up. As of right now, Jill was attracted to me. She may not be out to have sex with me, but she’s definitely attracted to me, and if I really played my cards right, I could be in her pants. *That* was what was fucking me up: the idea that, should I do or say one wrong thing, my chances might be over. It felt like I was walking on eggshells. I had to play all of my cards just right in order for this to happen.

We all agreed to meet back at my sister’s place after the walk. We all showed up at around the same time, and for the first time, and as we were walking into the house, Jill came up beside me and said, “Hello weirdo.” I looked at her and smirked.

“Huh?” I said.

“Why haven’t you been talking?”

“I have… What do you mean?” I was playing dumb.

“Yeah okay,” she said sarcastically. “Seven words in the span of two hours doesn’t count as talking.”

It was more than that, but I wasn’t gonna argue. She wasn’t stupid. She knew something was up. Fortunately, as we got into the house, my sister cut in and started talking about something else. I took that opportunity to break away from Jill.

The majority ruling was to relax and watch a movie (La La Land, for the curious), and that was what we did. It was perfect, too, because — while some people were chattering — it gave me an excuse to be quiet. And I love La La Land, so I was easily engrossed in the movie, able to keep my mind off of things.

However, as all movies do, La La Land ended. Everyone started talking again. And I was, for the most part, still quiet.

But this is where everything changed. And you know who I have to thank for that? Jill. If it weren’t for her, this might have gone a different way. I don’t know. Maybe I’m being overly dramatic about it. But what she did turned the evening — and the rest of this story — around… She broke out the alcohol. And let me tell you, I needed alcohol.

Something you should know about me… I don’t drink often. In fact, I’ve only been legitimately drunk three times in my entire life. But when I do drink, I become very friendly. Outgoing, honest, and all around jovial. Some people become tired, some people become mean, some people become obnoxious. I become friendly and, quite frankly, feel a sense of confidence.

After two glasses of wine, I started actually initiating conversation in the room.

After three glasses, I was talking directly *to* Jill during conversation.

But it was the fourth glass of wine that really set everything in motion, I think.

Jill was washing the dishes after dinner, and I had to throw something away in the kitchen. The trashcan was under the sink, so Jill was in the way. I stood behind her and waited. Without thinking, I put one of my hands on her shoulder and rubbed it for a few seconds. After realizing what I was doing, I immediately stopped.

“Oooo, that felt good…” she said, moving her shoulder around.

So I went back to it. I started rubbing her shoulder with the hand that wasn’t holding the trash. She started leaning her head toward my hand. I put the trash down on the counter and started rubbing the other shoulder. She started moaning.

“Mmm that feels incredible,” she said.

I was giving Jill a full-on neck-and-shoulder massage, and she was loving it. So was I. Touching her, making her feel good, hearing her make those sounds… you know where I’m going with this. Yup. It made me as hard as a rock. But tipsy me didn’t care. I just kept massaging her. She leaned her head back and kept softly moaning. It was my aunt that snapped me out of it by walking into the kitchen, saying, “I wish [my uncle, her husband] would do that for me.” In the moment, I could’ve killed her. I had to turn quickly into the corner to hide my erection, so I stopped massaging her. But come to think of it, I should be thanking her. By saying she wished her husband did that for her, it might have — on some psychological level — caused Jill to associate me giving her a massage with being her lover. I don’t know. As I type it out, it sounds like a bit of a reach. But drunk me thought it made sense.

That moment of giving Jill pleasure, combined with the alcohol, really shot my confidence up, because not twenty minutes later, I…um…did something else. As I was walking back from the bathroom, Jill was walking in the same direction from the kitchen. She dropped something and bent over to pick it up. Again without thinking, I gave her ass a big smack. Now I don’t know how my hand got from by my side to her ass, but it did. It landed there, and it landed hard. She jumped up, and said “Oh my!” She put her hand on her butt and turned toward me. She smiled at me, and I just looked at her, wide-eyed, unsure of what was going to happen next.

She yelled my name, still smiling, rubbing her butt. I smiled back at her. What I didn’t account for, though, was the fact that she was fit, and she was small. Those two things added up to her being fast. And in one quick and fluid motion, she came up beside me, somehow bent her leg sideways, and kicked me hard in *my* ass. And it *hurt*.

“Ow!” I said. “That hurt!”

Smiling, she sat down. I just stood there and rubbed my butt.

“How did you even manage to do that?” I said, in disbelief.

“Flexible,” she said, smiling at me. I let out a small laugh and sat down.

For the rest of the night, conversation with Jill was as easy as it’s ever been. In fact, at some points, it was just the two of us having our own side conversation while everyone else talked about something else. We were being ourselves again — best friends.

The night went on, and before we knew it, it was after 10:00. My aunt and uncle were getting ready to leave, and since Jill was supposed to be staying with my sister, she was setting up the pull-out sofa bed in the basement. I decided to stay at my sister’s for the night, too, since I was still a little tipsy and didn’t feel comfortable driving home. I took the couch in the living room.

Everyone was gone or in bed by 11:00. I wasn’t all that tired (the sugar in wine tends to keep me up), so I just watched TV. It was 12:00 and I still wasn’t asleep. I figured I’d turn the TV off, and roll over and attempt to fall asleep. When I did, I heard the TV was still on in the basement. Was Jill still awake? Or did she just fall asleep with the TV on? Oh well, whatever.

I closed my eyes and started to drift off, when my phone vibrated. I looked at it and it was [a text from Jill.](https://imgur.com/a/Fgha5)

My mind — and my heart — started racing. Why did she want me down there with her? Did she legitimately just want someone to watch TV with? Was she trying to initiate something? What could she be trying to initiate? Am I thinking too much into this? Oh my god, I’m still in my underwear, I have to put clothes on! Or should I just go down in my underwear, let her see my bulge in its full glory? Nah, that might be a bit much. What if she wants to fuck right here, right now? Or what if I perceive this whole thing wrong, make a move, and fuck everything up? This was such a tough call. I had to play my cards *just* right.

As I was getting my clothes on, I could feel myself shaking. I couldn’t believe she wanted me with her this late at night. There *had* to be an ulterior motive. Like, there’s no way she *just* wanted me to watch Friends with her. I was so nervous, I almost wanted to back out. But then I remembered all of the comments and messages I’d gotten on my previous posts on Reddit, telling me that I was acting like too much of a wuss, and that if I actually wanted this to happen, I had to act on it. So this was me acting on it. Don’t think, just do.

I opened the door to the basement and heard her laugh at the TV. Her angelic laugh. I started walking down the steps. She laughed at the TV again. When I made it downstairs, she was still laughing. She looked at me, big smile on her face. She was so beautiful.

She was sitting on her bed, indian style. She was in her typical bedtime attire: t-shirt and flannel pajama pants. I laid down on the other couch beside her. She hadn’t said anything to me yet because she was watching her show. However, once a commercial came on, she muted the TV and turned to me.

“Okay,” she said, in a serious tone. “Let’s talk.”

“Okay…” I said, a knot in my stomach bigger than a bowling ball. “What about?”

“Our situation,” she said, turning her body toward me, but getting back into indian style position. I was honestly taken off guard. I mean, it was in my head the entire time that this was on her mind and why she wanted me to join her. But I guess I didn’t actually believe this would be the reason. Turns out I was right in the worst way. “I’m just gonna put it all out on the table. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“About what, exactly?” I was kind of playing dumb, but I also wanted to make sure we were definitely on the same page, lest I make a fool of myself.

“You know what,” she said, a look on her face that matched her obvious tone. “I stopped texting you because I got freaked out. I thought maybe it would help me forget about it, and my mind would change. But nope. Thought about it almost every day.”

“What? Thought about what?” Again, I knew the answer. I just had to hear her say it before I made embarrassing conclusions.

“We’re attracted to each other!” she whisper-yelled.

There it was. In my head — for weeks — I was going back and forth on whether or not I was misinterpreting things, if I was overreacting, if I was going crazy… Turns out none of that was the case. This is real. Jill is attracted to me in a very real way.

“So,” she said, looking down at her lap. “What are we gonna do about it?”

Just when I thought the knot couldn’t get any bigger, my stomach dropped. I could feel my face turning red. Holy shit.

“I — I don’t know.” My voice was literally shaking. “What do you mean?” I was going to ruin this. I had to snap back into it. This is what I’ve been wanting my whole life. I had to be strong. She just stared at me. I could tell she didn’t know what to say, but she also wanted me to come up with an answer. “Is there something you *want* to do about it?” She just stared at me for a few seconds before she answered.

“I don’t know,” she said calmly and quietly. She looked back down at her lap. “I just feel like…” She stopped and took a deep breath. She looked back up, but not at the ceiling. “I feel like it’s something I have to get out of my system.”

“Okay,” I said, my heart pounding out of my chest. I could literally hear my heart. This was actually about to happen. “What exactly do you wanna get out of your system? *How* do you wanna get it out of your system?”

She was silent. After a few seconds, she looked at me. Directly into my eyes.

“Do you not feel the same way?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.

I looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. I turned and looked at her.

“Jill, I’ve been attracted to you for as long as I can remember,” I said. “Fooling around with you has been something I’ve wanted for a *very* long time. So whatever it is you need to do to get it out of your system, I fully support it.”

“Define fooling around,” she said.

“Doing anything…um…sexual…with you. Doesn’t matter. I mean, even just squeezing your ass. Anything.” I was slowly feeling more confident.

“That’s it?” she said. “You just wanna squeeze my ass?”

“No, that’s not it,” I replied. “That’s far from it. But that’s probably what I’ve wanted for the longest.”

“To squeeze my ass…” she repeated, as if it were crazy.

“Yes,” I said, smirking. “Is that strange?”

“Well that’s easy!” she said, standing up. She stood the side of her bed, looking at me. “Come on!” She gestured me toward her with her arms. I just stared at her. “Come on…” She gestured again.

“Right now?”

She grabbed my wrist and pulled up off off the couch. She pulled me close to her and let go. I put my arms around her and we hugged. She hugged me like she always does. I had my hands on the small of her back. I was shaking.

“Do it,” she said quietly.

I slid my hands down onto her ass, held them there for a second or two, then gave both cheeks a firm squeeze. She let out a soft moan and put her head in my shoulder. I continued to squeeze and massage her ass.

“Your ass is incredible,” I said. She just let out another soft moan.

If I pulled myself out of the moment for a second, I would’ve assumed I was dreaming and pinched myself. But I was in it — I was in the moment and loving every millisecond of it. Jill’s ass — Jill’s perfect, round, firm, juicy ass — was in my hands. I didn’t want to let go. I pulled her even closer to me so she could feel my rock hard cock against her belly. Her boobs — bound by nothing (no bra) — squished up against my chest.

After a solid sixty seconds of this, she lifted her head and whispered — in the most comforting way — “Okay.”

I took my hands off of her butt and backed away a few inches. She sat at the edge of the bed, so I sat on the couch across from her. She looked at me, and I looked back at her. She looked away and let out a tiny breath of a laugh.

We remained quiet for a minute or two. The vibe in the room was very intense. We unspokenly knew we had to let it simmer down a bit. I decided to break the silence.

“So,” I said. She giggled. “Your turn.”

She looked at me and narrowed her eyes. She was thinking.

“Did that help at all?” she asked.

“Big time,” I said.

“It helped get it out of your system?” she said, surprised.

“Oh no, not at all. It’s still in my system. But I’m not worried about going insane over your ass anymore.”

We both laughed.

“Well I know what I need to do to keep myself from going insane,” she said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Or at least, as a start…” she looked at me, then darted her eyes down to my crotch, then back up to my eyes. “I have to see it,” she said, shaking her head. “I just have to.”

“Oh,” I said, mildly disappointed by that. But still more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life. I stood up, pulled my pants to about halfway down my thighs, leaving my underwear on. I was still almost completely hard, so it was sticking way out. Her eyes were glued to it. I just watched as she looked in anticipation. After a few seconds, her eyes came up to my eyes.

“Come on,” she said, enticingly.

I slowly pulled my boxer briefs, slowly revealing it to her, inch by inch. When it was completely free, it sprung up. Jill’s eyes subtly widened and she bit her lip.

“Good…lord…” she said. She looked at me and laughed. I looked back at her, smirking with pride. She looked back down at it. “It’s *huge*! And so…*pretty*!” She looked back up at me, then back down. “That is a *very* nice cock. Like…wow. Holy shit…”

I was at the point where a gentle breeze might’ve made me cum. I was never more turned on in my entire life, and probably never harder. My cock felt like it might burst.

“Can I…” she held her hand out. Instinctively, I backed away. “Oh…”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” apparently, amidst all of this, my conscience was still in there somewhere, and he decided to make an appearance.

“I…” she stared at my cock. “Yeah.” She looked up at me.

“You’re absolutely positive,” I said.

“Yes,” she said. She patted the bed. “Sit down.”

I said down on the edge of the bed next to her and leaned back a bit. Jill looked at me and reached her hand out.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Jill… you are — without a doubt — the hottest woman I have ever known in my entire life. Hottest woman I’ve ever seen with my two eyes. This is something I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember. This is something I want very badly. So just know that…I might not…it might be quick…”

She looked at me and smiled reassuringly.

“That’s fine,” she said.

I let go of her hand. She reached out and placed her tiny hand on my huge cock, and gripped. My dick pulsated unintentionally. She giggled.

“Wow…” she said, smiling. She just held it in her hand, grasping it. “It’s so *huge*!” She looked at me and laughed. She looked back down. “I seriously cannot believe this. You have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in person. No question. Wow.” She looked back up at me and started stroking very slowly, using my precum as lube. “And it’s so nice, too. It’s just so…*perfect*.”

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. This was incredible. I couldn’t believe it. I was living in a dream world. Or maybe someone was gonna burst through the doors and say it was all a prank. I don’t know. I had to stop overthinking it and just enjoy myself. I had to force myself live in the moment. Then I realized, I’m missing this! I opened my eyes back up and watched her little hand stroke my cock.

I looked over at her face, and she was just watching her work, biting her lip. She was so beautiful. Otherworldly. I pushed her hair behind her ear. She looked at me with intensity like I’ve never seen from her. Before I realized it, she was getting on her knees in front of me. She looked at me and leaned down to my cock. She opened her mouth and put the head of my cock in it, and began sucking it lightly, like a lollipop, still stroking.

I was genuinely shocked I didn’t cum yet. But it was a pleasant surprise.

She began swirling her tongue around my head, causing me to twitch.

“Holy shit,” I said. She looked at me and smiled, continuing to swirl her tongue.

She took her hands off my cock and placed then on my thighs. She then went about halfway down my cock. I knew she wouldn’t be able to get the whole thing in — women hardly ever can — but the fact that she was trying was more than enough.

She sucked and sucked for a solid minute before taking a breather. She lifted her head, started stroking again, and looked at me.

“I can’t get over it,” she said, shaking her head. She stroked and stroked, doing a little twist action with her hand on some strokes. “Let me know when you’re about to cum.”

She dove back down and continued blowing me. I reached out and played with her hair, ever so lightly scratching her head. After another thirty seconds or so, she started gently tickling the inside of my upper thighs, where the leg meets the groin, and that sent me over the edge. I could feel I was going to cum very shortly.

“A^a^^a^^^a^^^^ah I’m gonna cum,” I said. She continued sucking, and I could feel the best orgasm of my entire life coming on.

As soon as I started cumming — as soon as my cock started pulsating — she stopped, holding her mouth on my cock. I was cumming in her mouth, shooting my warm cum into the back of her throat. She looked into my eyes as I did it, and I looked back into hers, making grunting noises, my legs twitching.

When I was finished, she swallowed all of it. I fell backwards onto the bed. I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. This was way too intense.

Jill laid down on the bed next to me, on her side, holding her head up with her hand. She just looked at me, smiling.

“That helped,” she said. I laughed through my deep breaths.

“Did it?” I said, sarcastically. “Holy *fuck*.”

“Well it didn’t get it out of my system,” she said. I turned my head and looked at her. “But it helped.” She was smiling.

“Jesus Christ, Jill,” I said. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you,” she said. “Plenty more where that came from.”

“Really?” I looked at her. “This isn’t just a one-time thing?”

“Well I don’t know,” she said, sitting up. “Like I said, it didn’t get it out of my system.” I sat up, too.

“Well…” I said. “What else do you wanna do?” It was plainly obvious what was on my mind.

“Nothing right now,” she said. “Not here. We both need to get to bed.” She was right.

I stood up and got my underwear and pants back on. She went into the bathroom to wash her hands. I waited until she was done before going back upstairs.

“See you in the morning?” I said, holding out my arms. She smiled and came in for the hug. I immediately reached down and grabbed her ass. She giggled as she nuzzled her head in my shoulder again. I felt her ass with every bit of my being. I didn’t want to leave the moment. I didn’t want to leave *her*.

She pulled her head back and — without thinking, without hesitation — I leaned in to kiss her.

Our lips interlocked, and softly began kissing. I put my hands on her face. She put her hands on my chest. This moment was better than anything else that had happened all night.

After about five seconds, Jill pulled away.

“No,” she said. “We can’t.”

I didn’t say anything. I understood. I just said goodnight and went back upstairs. I got undressed and climbed into bed, and let me tell you — I didn’t get to sleep for hours.

The next morning, everyone was awake before me. When I woke up, they were eating breakfast in the kitchen, Jill included. We didn’t say a word to each other. Hell, I don’t think we even *looked* at each other.

It wasn’t until Jill was downstairs by herself, packing her stuff, that I went down to talk to her. I sat on the couch while she sat on the floor, packing.

“So was last night a fluke?” I wasn’t dancing around it anymore. It happened. Time to be real about it.

It took a few moments for Jill to respond, but she did.

“No.”

I didn’t say anything else. That’s all I needed to know right there. She didn’t seem too fond of me at the moment, though. She still hadn’t looked at me.

But when she finished packing, she stood up and walked over to me, and sat on the couch next to me. She took my hand. After taking a deep breath, she finally spoke.

“You understand the importance of this *never* getting around to *anyone* we know, right?”

“Yes, of course!” I said.

“Good. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t enjoy every minute of last night. But I can’t let it ruin my marriage.”

“Absolutely one-hundred percent understood.”

“Thank you.”

“No, Jill. Thank *you*.”

She giggled, and stood up, holding out her arms. I smiled, stood up, and hugged her, squeezing her ass. Her too-good-to-be-true perfect ass.

Jill left to go to her aunt’s house less than an hour later. It was the last time I’d be seeing her during this visit. But this time I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t missing her. I knew she’d be back, and that there was more of her to be had. How much more? I didn’t know. But I wasn’t going to press it. I was willing to wait to find out.

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I hope this wasn’t a disappointment to you guys. So many of you have told me how much you’ve been anticipating this. I have a feeling it didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to, but I wasn’t going to make stuff up just to please the readers. Hopefully you still enjoyed it.

Thank you guys for being so patient and for being so invested in my pursuit to fuck Jill.

To be continued…..

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