[Part 1 – How it all began](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hvc99g/a_night_with_cousin_at_my_other_cousins_wedding/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share)
Till now you’ve read about how I met my cousin at a family function, and one thing led to another before we were in bed together. The next morning she’d left before I woke up.
Let’s see what happened next.
I checked my phone to see a message from Varsha. “Please don’t tell anyone.” Yeah, like I wanted to. Not going to lie, I was pretty ashamed of what we’d done, and yet, that shame turned me on even more. I saw the message and kept my phone back inside, turning away to look for morning tea and maybe something to eat.
Phone pinged again after 10 minutes, as I’d settled into a chair with a cup of coffee. “It was really, really wrong, what we did. Please let’s never talk about it or bring it up. Forget it happened.” She was right, but I guess my mind was hoping for something like “that was great” or something.
But then I remembered something. “Hey, have you taken the anti pregnancy pill?” I texted her. “What? Why would I?” Came her reply within a minute. “Because I wasn’t wearing a condom and I… you know” I replied back. “Hahaha, you weren’t inside me idiot, somewhere in the vicinity, but we didn’t actually have intercourse. And now, let’s not talk about it anymore” her reply came. I was relieved, but I’ll be honest, a bit disappointed as well. I’d thought we had both lost our virginity to each other, and had been somewhat happy. Anyway, I didn’t message back anything after that.
Soon we left the banquet premise to go to the hotel where we’d been staying. It was barely a 5 minute walk. On the way, I passed a cigarette shop, and had a sudden desire to bum a smoke. I’d never touched a cigarette in my life, but after yesterday everything considered wrong seemed so intriguing. Anyway, I didn’t, as I was walking with my parents. We reached the hotel, got ready, packed our stuff, and by 10, left the town in a taxi we had hired for the entire weekend. By evening we were back home, and the incident of the previous night seemed somewhat distant. As I drifted off to sleep that night in my bed, the thought of last night seemed almost unreal.
I woke up panting. I’d had nightfall. My underwear and shorts were a ruin. I’d had a dream about me and her, the hottest dream I had ever had in my life. Well, haven’t completely gotten over it, eh boy, I thought, as I got up to change into clean clothes. After coming back from bathroom, all cleaned up, I picked up the phone to check the time. 3:45 am. And 8 new messages from her. My eyebrows shot up.
1:23 am “Hey, I said we won’t talk about it, but I keep thinking of it”
1:41 am “Am I a bad person for thinking about that? For wanting to thinking about us?”
2:01 am “I guess you’re asleep, I should sleep now too. Forget all this, pretend like I never messaged, I’m half asleep anyway, it’s nonsensical, really”
2:03 am “And not saying this with any wrong intention, but you were really looking very handsome in the kurta today. I didn’t tell you but quite a few girls were checking you out”
2:07 am “Idk why, but it turned me on, knowing that they possibly wanted you”
2:08 am “Sorry sorry, fuck it, I didn’t message anything, I’m not in my senses, haven’t slept much in the last 48 hours, okay bye”
2:30 am “You know, when you put your cock between my ass, I was hoping you’ll enter me. My pussy was quivering with anticipation and excitement, and I’ve been feeling that way since then. Even as I type, I’m so fucking wet, thinking about your cock inside me, ramming into me, destroying me. Want me to be honest with you? I’m not at all sorry for wanting that. There, I said it. I want my cousin brother, Dev, to FUCK MY BRAINS OUT. I’ll love every fucking second of it. Not sorry”
2:35 am “Please don’t hate me”, the last message read
Hate her? My dick was throbbing, at the thought of my cousin. In that one minute it had taken me to read her messages, I had already begun to feel my precum moistening my dick. I quickly opened Facebook to go to her profile, opened her dps, swiped right till I came upon one in which she was wearing a saaree, and jerked off to her bare navel. All the HD porn in the world, but for me, at that moment, there was nothing hotter than that 360p quality picture of hers, barely showing anything. I came in under a minute.
After cleaning up again, I picked up the phone and sent her a text message. “I don’t know when we’ll see each other again. I guess we’ll have to wait till someone else gets married in the family. I promise you this, whenever that is, I will make your fucking pussy mine. I’ll make you cum again and again till your pleadings for more turn into you beginning me to stop. But I won’t. I won’t waste a single drop of my semen, and when I’m not pumping my seed into your wet cunt, I’ll make sure that my dear sister swallows it. I don’t hate you, Varsha, but I’ll sure as hell fuck you so hard that you’ll think I do. Goodnight.”
As I kept my phone aside, I’d begun to get hard again, but managed to control myself, and dozed off.
After that began a long drawn 2 year long distance affair between us two, where we did everything that we could have possibly done, from phone sex to sexting to sending pictures of ourselves. I got to know so much more about her, her kinks and desires, fears and fantasies, everything. She loved being abused. I heard her moan and shudder as she came to me calling her a whore whom I’d use like my fucktoy, many a time. I got to know a lot about myself. I became an addict of her ass, especially of her tight and puckered little asshole. I used to cum so many times thinking about wetting it with my tongue and ramming my dick into it. I did have sexual encounters every now and then in my college, with girls far more attractive and sophisticated than her, and yet, so many times, while fucking them, I’d picture my cousin sister as I’d come. The taboo of it was way sexier than anything else.
We did have a couple of marriages in the family during this time, but something or the other would come up, either I wouldn’t attend or she wouldn’t, and we didn’t get a chance to meet.
Anyway. I don’t know exactly how, and when, but as I got a little too busy with my work and studies, and got together with a girl from college, gradually our conversations became less intimate. It was anyway bound to happen, for till how long can one keep up and he satisfied with pictures. Slowly they became less frequent, and before we knew it, we stopped talking. There had been no fight, nothing. It just stopped. And then, for almost a year or so, we had practically zero interaction. She did message me once in May of 2018 on my 22nd birthday to wish me, but again that was very courteous and formal, so was my reply thanking her.
And then, in September that very year, we received a call and a post. A wedding invitation. Varsha was getting married.
To be continued.
Let me know how you liked this one. I agree there wasn’t anything sexual in this one, but I don’t want to exaggerate or deviate much from the truth.
Part three, in which we went to her wedding and she and I finally got together, would be out soon. Follow to be updated.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hwdybk/my_affair_with_my_cousin_after_that_night_at_the
I love this
Do you live in Alabama? lol
Macha when will you post part 3 ?
Waiting for the next part..