[M]y Cousin Has Ruined Me [F]or Other Women (Part One)

For about 10 years I’ve had feelings for my cousin, and she for me. This will be a bit of a slow build, because I figured I’d write a part about each encounter I’ve had with her (three in total).

A bit of background: Michelle and I are similar ages (she is just a year younger), and we rarely see each other. She lives a thouand kilometres away, and so we only see each other once every few years when there is a big Christmas bash or a family wedding.

The tension between us began when I was about 16 years old, and her family visited around Christmas. Growing up, we’d been close. But something changed when she jumped out of the car and we embraced for the first time in several years. Michelle’s bright green eyes were brighter than I remembered. Her lips had become full. They were small and plump, the sort of lips women pay millions in botux for. The last time we had seen each other, we had been kids. Now, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Her hair had darkened to become black as night, and fell in long, lazy curls across her enormous breasts. Let’s discuss the incredible blessing that is Michelle’s chest. I’ve asked her what size she is, and she said it depends on the brand, but she’s probably between a D and DD. Michelle is short, two heads shorter than me; so perhaps 1.4 metres or so tall? She has a curvacious, and yet somewhat delicate figure. Throughout that visit, Michelle’s outfit of choice was tight jeans, and large, over-sized hoodies. (I later found out that Michelle rarely wore anything else underneath these hoodies). I didn’t have a “type” of girl before Michelle jumped out of the car that day, but as I drank in her appearance after our embrace, I realised I now had a thing for short, well-endowed women. More specifically, I realised I would be perpetually hiding a raging erection those holidays.

Our family took her family around the sights of the town. We spent a night overlooking the CBD on top of a mountain, cuddled up on a picnic rug, sharing blankets. We hit the local theme parks (there aren’t any theme parks where she comes from). Throughout the initial days we spent together, Michelle and I realised we had very similar tastes in music. We spent a lot of hours huddled close listening to the iPod of the other. Michelle smelled like lavendar, and there was another scent in her hair that I could never quite place (some sort of fruit shampoo). She’d flick her long curls away from her breasts, and I could smell the fruit on the air around her. We both enjoyed drawing, and playing piano. Both activities let us sit in close proximity. After a few days like this, I started catching Michelle glancing at me when we sat beside each other. To the rest of our family, this bonding time would have seemed completely innocent. However, Michelle and I began texting each other while she was staying over, and it was over text message that things started heating up.

We’d be sitting watching a film on TV, the family arranged around us. I’d send Michelle text messages, and she’d respond in turn. Now, this was about 10 years ago, so the thought of us talking about anything lewd over text message probably didn’t cross our parents’ minds, for a few reasons. Things began pretty innocently, however, we quickly began complimenting each other heavily. Michelle would begin gushing over me via text, detailing everything she appreciated about my appearance; and I’d return the favour. Here’s an example:

Michelle: omg, I love your mouth. Your smile looks great no matter how you express it.
Me: Thanks, I love your lips and how full they are. You would probably be a really good kisser?
Michelle: I haven’t kissed a boy before, so I wouldn’t know sorry! I noticed something at the pool: your stomach is really nice and flat.
Me: Oh really? I think I much prefer how your body looks…

And you get the idea. Neither of us had been in a long-term relationship before. We were flirting, but probably didn’t realise it properly at the time. We just knew that talking to each other was electrifying, and we desperately wanted to communicate how attractive the other person was. Yet, things had become practically unbearable between us. I masturbated most mornings and nights thinking about her. The fact that it was forbidden made it even hotter in my hormone-riddled brain. 

At night, Michelle slept in my sister’s room on a mattress (my brother was on a mattress in my room). Michelle’s parents slept downstairs on a sofa bed, and my parents were in their regular bed. At the top of the stairs, there was a small alcove where the PS2 was set up, along with some beanbags and a bookshelf. All of us cousins sat around in this alcove whispering late into the night. This was pretty innocent, but then inevitably everyone filed off to bed one after another: and Sherelle and I would be left alone. For several nights we sat up late talking. On the final night that Michelle was staying over, our relationship suddenly changed. We were both deeply upset that it was the final night. On the previous nights, we’d begun to cuddle more and more when the other cousins had gone to sleep. On that final night, I sat with my legs splayed to either side, and Michelle sat square between them, so I could hug her side on while we were both sitting. We could hear her parents snoring downstairs. The house was still and asleep, and I had a beautiful girl sitting inches away from me. Her groin inches from my raging erection as she practically sat on my lap. Her breasts were compressed up against my chest as I held her tightly. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but it didn’t matter shit.

I began kissing her on the neck. It seemed like the next step, and I wanted to make her feel special. A few years later, Michelle admitted that her neck being kissed is her biggest-turn on. We probably cuddled and kissed liked that for a few hours: me inching my kisses closer and closer to her mouth. In my confused state, I think I was worried about offending her my kissing her on the mouth too suddenly. Looking back, it was obvious in that situation that we both wanted to make out, but I was still on edge about kissing my cousin. 

I grazed her lips with my own once, twice, and then we were off. Several days of sexual tension melted away in a moment. I encircled her neck with my arm, and our tongues locked together. Her lips felt divine. Her tongue was small but nimble, encircling my own. She tasted sweet. She moved closer to straddle me properly. Her inner thighs were warm, and clenched my hips tightly. The track pants that she was wearing were pulled taut against her crotch, and my own track pants were visibly rented for her to see. As we embraced, I continued to kiss and bite at her neck when we broke for air. She wrapped her arms around my neck tightly and moaned quietly in my ear. Her breath was short and sharp. Her breasts pushed firmly against the cotton of her hoodie. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could feel how firm her breasts were against me.

We kissed for a long time, but at about 2am we both gave out to exhaustion and had to head to bed. I desperately wanted to tear her clothes off and explore her body, but we were both very aware of the fact that if anyone went for a midnight piss, they’d spot us on the alcove. I went to bed with blue balls.

Michelle left with her family the next morning. As we said goodbye, Michelle and I held on to each other as long as we could without arousing suspicion, and then she jumped into the van. I didn’t see her until Christmas the next year, but that was when we acted on our sexual needs.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/akceh8/my_cousin_has_ruined_me_for_other_women_part_one