Wedding Day: Cousin would be mine before anyone else [MF] – India; true story (Pt. 4 – The Conclusion)

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As is custom, I’ll briefly summarise the previous parts. If you’re reading all parts in one go, feel free to skip ahead, although it’s barely a few lines.

So, in 2014, I’d met my cousin Varsha at a family wedding. Somehow we had to share a bed and blanket, and we ended up being sexually intimate.

Back home, we began a long distance affair which lasted a couple of years and then slowly fizzled out. We hadn’t talked in over a year, when in 2018 I received the news of her marriage, fixed for December that year. One phone call, her soft voice, a few mixed signals by her, and my feelings had returned.

When I finally went to her place a day before the wedding, we ended up in a room together by chance. I proceeded to, amongst other things, make love to her asshole and pussy with my tongue and fingers, till she came all over my face. I was so satisfied by the idea of pleasuring her that I didn’t even feel the need to ram my cock into her, even though I was rock hard. I realised that more than animalistic lust, I had a soft corner for her. I kissed her softly, and left the room.

Now let’s read further.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, I started questioning my decision to not fuck her. ‘You could have at least let her blow you, you emotional fool’, I thought. My aching balls agreed.

I’d waited so long. She’d waited so long. What was this sudden soft side to me, when my dick was harder than a rock.

‘Fuck this’, I thought. ‘I am going back in. I want her hot and wet pussy around my cock. Now!’

Just as I was about to place my hand on the doorknob, my phone rang. I quickly shuffled it out of my pocket. ‘Unknown number’. I didn’t have time for an unknown caller when I was about to fuck my cousin. But then, it could be someone in the house. I didn’t have numbers of many relatives in my contact list, so it was possible.

“Hello?” I said, picking up.

“Hello hello brother! Where’d you disappear?” a bubbly voice boomed from the other end.

Damn. Not that idiot again. I’d barely managed to escape talking to him a while ago. My uncle’s wife’s something, I’m not even sure how we are related. And how the fuck did he get my number?

I wouldn’t bore you with my conversation with the idiot. Gist of it was, a tonne of sweets had to be picked up from a bakery just outside the town. And I had an SUV. So this dimwit, without even asking me had volunteered on behalf of the two of us. And now a bunch of relatives were waiting for me downstairs.

Cursing under my breath, I quickly cleaned up in the washroom nearby, and went down. It took us 3 hours to come back. By that time, some other errand was waiting for me, and before I knew it, it was time to sleep.

The three storey house accommodated about 60 people that night. Mattresses had been lined up in the two guest rooms, one room each for men and women. Some relatives were adjusted with the house members, in their beds. As much as I wanted to sleep next to Varsha, it wasn’t a possibility. Some fat aunt would probably get that honour instead.

I managed to occupy the sofa in the living room. I was lost in my thoughts about her. Someone came and gave me a blanket and a pillow, but I don’t remember who. Chances were, I wouldn’t get to be alone with her tomorrow. She’d be way too busy getting ready, and there’ll be way too many people crowding her. A hint of her smell, her juices, still lingered around my nose. I inhaled slowly and deeply, and lay down. I was tired.

Ping! My phone rang. A message. I knew who it was.

“I thought you’d maybe come back inside. I was hoping you would.”

I smiled softly, and kept the phone away. I closed my eyes. Even though it was a small sofa, I slept well.

“Dev! Dev”, I was woken up by a familiar voice.

I sat up, groggy eyed. My mother sat on the edge of the sofa, near my feet. My father stood a few feet away, talking to my uncle.

“When did you guys arrive?” I asked, still half asleep.

“Been about an hour” she said. “Did you sleep well on this thing?”

“Your son’s not that fragile, woman” my father cut in, before I could reply. “How are you big man?” he turned to me. I smiled and raised my hand, giving him a thumbs up.

The house had already begun to stir up again. Preparation was in full swing. I quickly got done with my morning chores. I wanted to take a long, cold shower but so many people had to get ready, I was barely in the bath for 5 minutes. I thought about jerking off, but then decided against it, because others had to use the bathroom after me.

I knew nothing was going to happen between me and her today, and so I was just looking forward to chilling with the family, and the chicken tikka that was on the menu for tonight’s dinner function.

I’d just finished my breakfast (well, it was only a banana, an apple and some grapes) when I was called by my aunt, i.e. Varsha’s mother.

“Dev, would you mind going with her to the beauty parlour?” she asked, busy sorting some jewellery.

I looked up at Varsha who was standing by her mother’s side. She gave me a sly smile.

“Don’t know what got into the girl this morning, doesn’t want to go to the one next door”, my aunt continued, “and we’ve been going there for years. Can you believe this girl?”

I locked my eyes with her, trying to figure out what was behind that smirk. What was she thinking? Did she genuinely want to go to a parlour or was it a plan of some sort?

“Shall we?” she said, as she walked past me, deliberately brushing against my shoulder. My body was reacting again. I quickly looked at my aunt, who simply gave me an exasperated shrug, and then followed her out, before someone noticed by body’s “reaction”, which would easily be visible in my jogging shorts. We didn’t say anything to each other, simply walked out of the house, me slightly behind her, seeing her ass jiggle as she walked.

She was wearing a sleeveless, black top. Her taut shoulders and arms shined like bronze in the morning sun. Even though she wore a bra inside (which was evident from the dark blue straps over the shoulders) I had caught the slightest hint of her protruding nipples as she’d walked past me. She wore white pajamas, which hung lose over the length of her legs, except for her tight and shapely ass. I was going to continue to stare till she was seated in the car.

“Dev! Varsha! Wait for meeee”, I heard, just as we reached the car.

I think you guys can guess who this person was. I was infuriated. “What the fuck!” I said under my breath, turning around. ‘I’d kill him with my bare hands if he asks to tag along’ I thought to myself. He came close to us, panting, his trademark smile plastered across the face.

But before he could say anything, she spoke up. “Hey, buddy, my father was looking for you. You need to help out with the furniture today.”

“Wha? Oh, me? Furniture? I thought I’d com…” he was taken aback, and tried to form a coherent sentence, before he was cut off again.

“Ya, go to him right now and ask about the sofa set and dining table. You’ll have to accompany the movers, I think.” She looked so ernest and genuine. She was good.

I almost felt bad for him, as I saw him drag his feet back to the house. Inside the car, we didn’t say anything to each other for a minute or two. But as I moved out of the parking onto the main road, as if on cue, we both burst out laughing.

“That was straight up evil”, I said grinning.

“I don’t mind going to hell, if I see you there, waiting for me”, she answered, and then paused for a second before continuing. “Waiting for me with your fat fucking cock.”

I immediately turned to her, barely keeping an eye on the road. She beamed back at me. My dick twitched inside my shorts.

I cleared my throat. “So, err, where’s this new parlour of yours?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably in the seat.

“What new parlour? You think I’d experiment with some new place at the day of my wedding?” she asked, looking amused.

Okay. So she had thought of something. I didn’t know what. All I knew was, we’d be alone, away from all the prying eyes, and something would happen between us. My legs trembled a bit.

“So… ahem… where then?” My throat was dry.

She put her hand on my bare thigh, and began circling over my skin with her nails. I was finding it hard to focus on the road.

“You remember where my old school is, don’t you?”

“Uh huh” words barely managed to escape my throat.

“Well, winter break is going on, isn’t it, my dear Santa?” She wrapped her fingers around my already hard cock from over the cloth, giving me a small spasm. She smiled, biting her lower lip. “Well, the parking behind the school is empty, and I don’t think we’ll be having any visitors there”, she said, her hand now creeping under the cloth.

“Uh huh, okay. And are you sure that nobod… FUCK, FUCKING…” I couldn’t complete, as she rubbed her thumb against the tip of my cock, which was now leaking with precum. I didn’t care whether she was sure. I pulled the gear, and sped up the car. I couldn’t wait to reach there.

Throughout the way, I was barely able to keep my hands on the wheel. The soft touches of her fingers had a maddening effect over my senses. She wasn’t even giving me a “proper” hand job, and yet her hand made me feel better than a few women’s cunts had made me feel.

I didn’t even slow down at the sharp turn into the parking lot. It was empty, barring a handful of school buses, covered in mist and dust. I wasn’t waiting a single second longer than was absolutely necessary. The car came to a screeching halt, nestled between two buses, as I pushed the brake. I quickly turned off the engine and pulled away the key. My entire body shook with anticipation. I couldn’t even hold on to the key, and it fell from my hands, somewhere near my feet.

Before I could even look down, she bent over her seat taking my face in her hands, and planted her lips on mine.

I sucked furiously at her lips, biting and licking like a crazed animal. Our hands haphazardly moved over each other’s bodies, tugging at the clothes, clawing at the backs. My lips moved in unison with hers, with ease exploring all the corners of her mouth. Our position was too awkward though, both of us in our respective seats, leaning into each other.

I wanted her closer. I wanted our burning bodies to burn as one. I dug my fingers deeper in her lower back and roughly pulled her in. She got the cue, and climbed onto me. She was now sitting on my lap, her breasts mashing into my heaving chest. I moved forward and she wrapped her legs around my back. She began riding me, and I started kissing her all over the neck and chest. I licked and sucked, not caring about the marks I’d leave on her body. Very soon another man, her husband would probably see her naked. What if those marks betrayed her? She was turned on by that thought more than me, as she hissed and moaned even louder when I sucked on her soft skin.

“Take this off”, I growled, pulling up her top. She immediately raised her arms to aid me. I threw it on the back seat and proceeded to pull off my own t shirt. It took me a moment or two to get it off, blocking my vision momentarily. The first thing that I saw when I finally pulled it off were her perfect tits, now free from her bra. Almost instinctively, I dived in. I was in no mood to be slow and receptive. I sucked furiously as her nipple, toying with the other with my fingers. My other arm was wrapped tightly around her waist.

She started moaning louder, and grinding harder. The material of my shorts and her pajama was so thin that I could feel her pussy lips parting against my cock. We were now entering a state of trance, unaware of the world outside. The windows and the windscreen were all fogged up, barring the areas where our hands fell, leaving trails of finger marks.

I dropped my hand from her breasts to her pussy, and started rubbing her clitoris with my thumb, from over her cloth. My mouth continued to worship her breasts all this while. Already, over a dozen deep red and purple love bites were visible, spread across her neck and breasts. Our hisses and moans kept picking up pace and volume.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to put my cock inside her.

“Varsha?” I snarled, taking my mouth of her breast. I could sense my changed voice, my intoxicated state. It scared me a little, how alive and dazed I felt at the same time.

I didn’t have to say anything else.

“Yeah, it’s about time you shoved your cock in me. You’ve made me wait way too long Dev”, she growled back, her lips quivering.

I quickly pushed back the seat. She unwrapped her legs from my waist, and I hoisted her up, as she raised one leg, then the other, and with surprising dexterity took off her pajamas and panties.

For a fleeting moment her pussy was right in my face and I thought about eating her out, but I didn’t want to wait any longer. I quickly pushed down my shorts and underwear. The leather of the seat felt warm against my bare ass.

She wrapped her legs around me once more. Our bodies had been completely stripped off. And yet, sitting inside my car on that cold December morning, we burned with desire. Our bodies were hot as a furnace. And I could feel her wet and burning pussy slowly rubbing against the entire length of my dick. Up and down. Up and down. We were staring at each other. We knew what was about to come. But we’d waited so long, desired for so long. It wasn’t just going to be any sex.

She leaned in, raising her hips. I grabbed her ass with my hands, as she held my cock and guided it to the parting.

“Dev, don’t go easy on me, okay?” she breathed into my ear.

“No?” I could feel her pussy lips parting slowly as the tip of my cock began to push through. She put her mouth around my earlobe, biting softly.

“No. No. Fuck me rea… NOOO… OH GOD… De… DEV…” She was trembling. My cock had begun to invade her tight, virgin pussy. She was soaking wet, and yet I felt the tightness of the walls of her vagina around my penis, like her cunt was sucking my dick in with an immense force.

“You’re mine, you get that?” I hissed, and in one quick thrust, rammed all of me inside her.

“FUCKKKK! FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER! OH MY FU…”, she cried out. There were legit tears in her eyes, body’s automatic reaction to pain.

I was scared for a second. “You okay?” I whispered.

“Don’t sto… uh… don’t you fucking stop!” She was fighting through the pain, barely holding back her tears. She wanted this so much. Maybe even more than me. I wanted to fuck her. But for her this was much more than that. And I wasn’t going to let her down.

She wrapped her arms around my head. I began thrusting, in and out, picking up pace slowly. With each harder thrust, her grip around my head tightened. And as my face was buried deeper and deeper between her breasts, I thrusted with more and more vigour.

Soon, her wet cunt had eased into it, tight as it still was. She started to match my rhythm, and before I knew it, she was moving her hips with mine, in perfect sync. She threw back her head, eyes rolled back, lips apart. Grunts and other animalistic voices escaped her mouth. I wasn’t going to last long. Physically, my balls could hold a bit longer, but emotionally, I was overwhelmed.

“I need to… Varsha I am going to…” I moaned in between the thrusts. “I need to pull out, I’m going to cum.” I looked at her, my eyebrows raised. She stared back at me with such intense passion, I was somewhat intimidated.

“No”, she growled, quickening the pace. “You’re going to cum inside me. You’ll shoot your cum deep inside my cunt.” Her movements were now outpacing mine. “Tonight, I’ll be married to someone else. And he’ll get to fuck me tomorrow night. But your semen would already be deep, deep inside me by then, you hear?” And with these words, her eyes widened, and her entire body began to spasm and shudder uncontrollably, as she began cumming all over my cock. The thought of this taboo was too much for her, and coupled with her flooding cunt, it was too much for me as well.

I held back till I couldn’t anymore, and with a last few thrusts, my entire being went into a state of frenzy and a high that I cannot even begin to explain. I began shooting my cum inside her hot, burning pussy, rope after rope. I was surprised by the quantity of semen my body produced, and her cunt drank up every last bit of it. I didn’t want that high to end.

When our orgasms finally died down, I slumped back into the seat, and she leaned into me, her head on my chest. I wrapped her in my arms. My shrinking cock was still buried inside her. Both of us were breathing heavily. We stayed like that for a while, content, happy.

And I would have stayed like that for hours, but for my cock, which started to grow again inside her pussy.

As she felt it, she raised her head, resting her palms on my chest. I felt low-key proud when I saw her bewildered smile. “So soon?” she gasped, biting her lip.

I didn’t say anything. I just lay back and smiled.

She leaned back, resting her arched back on the steering wheel, and began to sway her hips, looking straight into my eyes. Inexperience was written all over her movements, but she looked so adorable, trying to do that. And her tight cunt, sucking my cock in like a powerful vacuum was more than enough to make me cum, without even any movement.

“Dev”, she said, continuing to sway her hips. “Do you remember what used to get me off, more than anything?”

I gasped. I did. When I treated her like a whore, dominating her, abusing her. She didn’t need to say anything else, I knew exactly what I had to do.

“Get up”, I barked.

She shuddered, and slowly raised herself up. My dick came out with a plop, and a few drops of semen escaped her cunt. Nowhere near close to how much I’d cum.

“Seems like your pussy drank up all that cum, eh?” I grinned, raising my hand up to her neck, choking her ever so lightly. “Like a true whore. Good.”

Her eyes gleamed, and her body quivered with anticipation. I put my other hand at the back of her neck, pushing her down, as I got up from my seat.

I pushed her down, between the two seats. Her torso was now at the back of the car, her waist stuck between the seats. Her head rested on the backseat, and her hands on the floor. Her ass was pointed upwards, a knee each on the two front seats.

I positioned myself over her, kneeling on the front seats. I put my hands on her ass, and began caressing softly.

“So, how does it feel to be a fucking whore for your cousin? Your own blood?”

“Uh huh, I err…”

SLAP! My hand struck her ass cheek. “Loud and clear” I barked. She winced in pain. I’d hit her harder than I’d expected. But today, we weren’t going to half ass anything.

“I love it”, she moaned, lust dripping from her voice. She was enjoying this too, I wasn’t going to tone down anything.

“Good”, I said, rubbing my thumb over her asshole, my fingers grazing her pussy, that had started to leak juices again. “Do you also love to be a slut who’ll have her cunt full of her brother’s semen as she’s getting married to another?” The talk itself was enough to give her spasms.

She didn’t reply though. I knew it was deliberate. I smiled. Bad, bad, woman.

SLAP! I struck the other ass cheek with the back of my hand. Her body spasmed again.

“Yes brother. I love it”, she hissed.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I struck her thrice in quick succession. “Tell me exactly what you love”, I growled, lubricating her asshole with her own juices. “I want to hear it from your dirty whore mouth.”

“I love when you take your thick cock and fill up my pussy. I love, AAAHHH…” her words trailed, as I shoved my thumb inside her asshole.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I thrashed her, leaving dark red prints of my hand across her ass cheeks. It had to sting and burn. But her spasms and shudders and her dripping pussy told me that she didn’t want this to stop.

SLAP! This last smack rung so loud, it even scared me a little. But she moaned in pleasure. Exactly how much had she kept hidden inside her all these years?

“I didn’t ask you to stop, did I? Go on.” I caressed her bruised ass softly, slowly fucking her asshole with my thumb.

“I love knowing that I’m carrying your cum, deep in my womb. The thought excites me more than my own wedding. I’ve waited all these years, and now I can’t get enough of your cum. I want you to fill me up. My mouth, my pussy, my asshole, I want my brother’s cum in all my dirty holes. I’m your fucking slut, use me like one, Dev”, she moaned, moving back her ass, her soaking pussy coming in contact with my full mast of a cock. My thumb was still buried inside her anus.

My cock was ready to explode again, and the mention of me filling up her asshole had brought me closer to the edge.

“You want your brother to fill up your shit-hole with his cum, eh you dirty whore? Alright then, that’s what your slutty fucking hole will get” I growled, pulling my thumb out. I held my dick in one hand, and lubricated her asshole with the other. I put the tip on the entrance, and began to push in. But it was too tight.

I tried a few more times, but just couldn’t enter. I could see here twitching in anticipation. Frustrated, I rammed my cock straight into her pussy, and began thrusting.

“DEEVVV! AAAHHH… TOO SENSITI… IT’S TOO…” I didn’t listen and kept thrusting in. She tried to move but I bent forward and pinned her head down on the backseat.

And then, without stopping the motion, I pulled out and pushed into her asshole in the next thrust. Covered in her pussy juices, my cock broke through the barrier, and just like that, I was fucking my sister’s asshole.

“YEESSSS! FUAACCK!” She was growling like a maniac on ecstasy. “Deeper… aaah, fill me up…” She started pushing back at each thrust, matching my rhythm, and soon the sound of my balls slapping against her pussy filled the car.

I was on the absolute edge, and I started fucking her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone else. If I died of a heart attack then and there, I’d die a happy man. I was about to cum, and my eyes and ears had stopped functioning. There was a haze in front of my eyes, and the sounds of our slapping bodies, her shouts and moans, asking me for more, telling me that she was my whore, asking me to spill my cum inside her once more, all came to be coming from a different dimension, all distorted and echoing. All the blood, all the energy in my body rushed down to my cock, that now knew no bounds.

“…” No sound escaped my open mouth, as my body shuddered and waves and waves of current coursed through my veins, as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life. Thick ropes of semen made way through my urethra, and shot through the slit on the tip of my cock, and in my hypersensitive state, I felt all these movements clearly.

She buckled under me, having reached her own orgasm. I’d been with many a women, and I’d made them cum, but never had someone who squirted. She was shouting, but in my state of trance, I didn’t hear what. All I felt were her liquids, as she came for over a minute, squirting all over my thighs, and the front of the car.

The smell of her cum filled the air, slowing down the process of coming down from that trance.

I pulled out, and my semen began leaking from her asshole, falling down in thick globs. I quickly pulled out a handful of paper towels from the box kept upfront, and wiped everything off, as much as possible, as she got back up and began cleaning herself up.

I opened the door and the cool winter breeze kissed my naked body. A chill ran through my spine. I stepped out, looking around. Nobody in sight. The car was anyway parked between two buses, so we were reasonably out of sight. She opened her door too, stepping out, buck naked. I laughed as I saw her short, sweaty frame shiver.

She looked at me, then walked around the front of the car to me. Raising herself on her toes, she hugged me tightly. “I wanted this more than anything else, Dev”, she murmured.

“I did too”, I said, planting a kiss on top of her head.

We stayed in that embrace for a long time, before she broke the silence.

“You and I also know how wrong this was, and I cannot help myself around you, so you’ll have to do something for me…” her voice trailed off. Her voice seemed off. What did she mean?

“Varsha?” I tried to detach from our embrace. But she gripped me even tighter, her face buried in my chest.

“No, don’t. I need to tell you this, and I can’t look you in the eyes while saying it, so let me say it. And don’t interrupt.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I have loved you ever since I was a kid. It’s the kind of love that never goes away. But it’s unfair to the person I’ll marry. I know I acted irrationally today, but I couldn’t help it. Given a chance, I’d do it again, no regrets. But it’s wrong, you and I both know it.” She had started sobbing.

I pulled her closer, and held her tight. I wanted to talk to her, console her, but I had to let her finish first, so I let her calm down.

“Don’t try to reason with me after I’m done talking, please, she whispered, regaining herself. “I know you’ll try and make me see the other side of things. If you have ever loved me, don’t argue, just listen. And accept. I cannot look you in the eye while performing my marriage rituals. The guilt of it all would eat me up.”

My heart sank at what was about to come next. I knew.

I don’t think I have the heart to write was she said. I’m sorry.

We drove back to her house in silence. On the way, I came up with a genuine sounding work related excuse to go back home. Of course, my parents were taken aback, and uncle and aunt were very hurt. But I couldn’t disobey her.

Driving back home that evening, cool highway breeze in my hair, I finally had time to reflect. I guess somewhere deep down, we both always knew how it’d end. It wasn’t going to be a happy ending. And yet our spirits didn’t want to believe that. In our brief moments of togetherness, I guess we let the reality of our lives fall away. But such is the nature of illusion. As grand as it is, it is bound to fall. And when it does, the shattered glass leaves nothing but wounds.

I know many readers here wish to indulge in purely sexual literature. Emotions, or sad endings could be scoffed at. To those readers, I apologise.

Would I go through this journey again, knowing the end? In the blink of an eye. It was a glorious ride, just one with a sad ending. It is what it is.

We haven’t talked since then. Ten months later she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She sent me her picture, with a heart emoticon. The picture of the little girl overwhelmed me for some reason, and I cried uncontrollably, till my landlady heard and came to check in on me.

I don’t know whether she’s my little girl or not. I don’t want to know. She’s her daughter, that I know. And that’s enough for me to be there for her, whenever she needs me, to fight the world for her, if the need be.

That’s it for this series folks. Let me know if you liked it. I didn’t plan on writing so much, but words just kept pouring out. Hope I didn’t bore you.

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