Getting together with my[F] cousin[M] part I

Like many others, I have been lurking around this website and finally decided to tell a true story that happened to me. Blah blah, this is a throw away, blah blah blah, names are fake, blah blah blah the usual stuff that is annoying to read blah blah.

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This is part one of three. Two and Three are very worth a gonewildstory (I promise). This one is really mostly intro and the steamy stuff doesn’t start until the very bottom, so I apologize to those who don’t like a lot of non-dirty story time.

A little bit about me, I’m a 26 years old. I’m about 5’2 and barely fill out a B cup bra. I don’t have an ass that won’t quit or whatever else people continuously write about in this sub. I’m fit in a sense that I’m skinny but not bony and work out but not extremely toned. On my good days, I feel pretty sexy. So even without the stereotypical C cup, fat ass whatever else, I can still get it.

So growing up, I was one of 20 cousins on my moms side. However we don’t all live that close to each other. A group of families in particular live in Canada, while I live in the US. They’re all very close over there and basically all live in the same neighborhood. I have a guy cousin, Michael, who is about 4 years older than I am. I always thought he was kinda cute, and always thought I was weird for thinking that. Even when I was like 12, I would stare at him and try to be near him all of the time. I would end up seeing him every two years or so, and every time I saw him and the rest of the family, I would find myself gravitating towards him. Even when I had a boyfriend back at home, I would find myself flirting with him innocently and loving every moment of his attention.

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Fast forward to when I’m 19 years old, I go and visit the family again. All of my cousins are very close, so when we have a big family get together, we all sleep together in one room like a big sleepover. Every time this has ever happened, I have tried my best to subtly end up sleeping near him. One night we end up sleeping near each other and we just talk the whole night. We whisper and keep talking every after everyone else is asleep. He then asked me a weird question about if I could ever be attracted to any of my cousins who would it be? My heart was racing because I was so embarrassed and did not want to admit it was him. I just told him he was dumb and then we went to sleep.

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After I leave, we start messaging each other over Facebook. We had never messaged or texted or even talked to each other really outside of being there for family trips, and it got to the point we were messaging each other every day 24/7. The conversation ended up going back to the question he asked me.

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“So you never told me who you would be attracted to out of all our cousins?” Michael asked me.

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“This is a stupid question haha, why are you asking me this?”

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“I’m just curious, mine would be Gabe,” he says as a joke.

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“Hahaha you’re dumb.”

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“Okay but really? I would probably pick you :p” Okay but remember when :p was a thing before emojis? I still use this actually. I got called out by a friend for using it last week. I’m still about :) too.

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At this point my heart is racing. Also, I have a boyfriend during this time. And I’m hardcore flirting with my cousin that I have been attracted to since day one. And he told me that he is attracted to me. I finally find the courage to tell him I would pick him too. We laugh it off. We keep talking 24/7 about different things, and it dies down in a week or two and we just stop talking completely.

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Months later, he randomly messages me again. It’s all friendly, and also I think he is the cutest thing ever still, so I’m easily ready to talk to him as much as possible. And then the conversation got to this.

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“I have something to tell you that I kept from you but I feel weird so I thought you should know so I don’t just hide it forever.” Okay you know how every single time someone says shit like I have something to tell you, it takes for fucking ever for them to finally say it? Like why can’t you say it in the same text. Why add suspense? And then like all of a sudden you’re busy? This happens with everyone and I am a full believe that anyone who did this and says they don’t like drama is full of shit.

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“Whoa what’s going on? But of course you can tell me.”

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“Hello…?” Me being impatient as fuck after like 30 minutes of seeing the dot dot dots go in and out in and out.

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“Okay you know how that one night we got to talk while everyone was asleep and we were sleeping next to each other?”

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“Yeah?” Are you kidding me with an opener? Just write the whole thing out. Am I waiting another hour???

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“I know this is weird, and I know that we both said we are attracted to each other. But I just wanted you to know that I have this weird thing where I think I actually have a crush on you sometimes. Like I really wanted to kiss you that night. I am so sorry for how weird this is, and if you never wanna talk to me again I understand. I just ask you don’t tell anyone I just needed to get this out and be done with it.”

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My turn to make him wait forever for a response.

Okay but not really, I’m not a bitch and I was so shocked and happy and shocked I was happy that I responded within 3 seconds.

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“You have a crush on me?”

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“I don’t know? It’s weird. I know I’m your older cousin but I just really like you and I don’t understand it.” Oh yeah! We are both in relationships at this time btw. Fucked up huh? But if you’re still reading after that fact that means you don’t care and you’re rooting for us to fuck now.

I’m just going to sum up the rest of the conversation because dialogue-ing back and fourth will take way too long and as I’m looking at my post so far we’re not even where I want to get to yet. Basically… I end up telling Michael I have a crush on him too. And we both openly discussed how we both try to be around each other constantly when I get to Canada. And we both try to sleep next to each other. And we’re both so attracted to the other person. Blah blah blah a lot of mixed emotions of happiness overshadowed anything weird.

The conversation then turned to this.

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“Can I tell you something else? I really wanted to kiss you that night when you were sleeping so close to me.”

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I was swoooooning at this point. I was going crazy for him. I couldn’t stop smiling and I was loving every minute of our conversation. I told Michael if he wants to kiss me, I wouldn’t stop him. To which he replied “hmmm interesting” and then our conversation changed once again. We talked a little more for a week or so until the conversation died down. We both promised to never speak of this to our significant other or anyone in our family ever.

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Fast forward once again to three years and my family is back for another big family get together. Michael and I haven’t talked since the facebook messaging and the obligatory “happy birthday!” messages that were sent. But when I see him I instantly had hearts in my eyes and I could see that he was happy to see me too. I was too scared to hug him as I hugged each member of my family because I thought it would be too obvious how much I was crushing on him. So I just kinda awkwardly waved and walked away. Cool right?

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At one point, my mom told Michael to come with me to get my stuff from the car. It would be the first time that we were alone together and that we would even say hi for real. I thought he was mad at me for walking away. Also we haven’t talked about our thing in so long, I wasn’t quite sure if he felt the same way or not. We also again were in relationships during this time. So I didn’t get my hopes too high, but I was just excited to be with him because of how much I was crushing on him. Right when we were out of eyeshot and earshot, he scooped me up in a big, long hug. But because I’m so cool, I was so shy that I was awkward and didn’t hug back and just kinda stood there. He laughed it off and we got to the car.

The days the followed involved a lot of cousins time, so I was never really alone with him. However, I noticed he still did his best to sit by me or be near me. Then there was a time that we were split up into different groups. I was getting tired of not being with him so I messaged him.

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“I want to be with you.” I said and I know it’s extremely desperate sounding, but it was at the point where I gave zero fucks anymore.

Thankfully Michael replied with “I want to be with you too. You sure you want to be with me?”

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“Of course I do. I still have the biggest crush on you.”

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“Good I like you too. Make up an excuse to leave. I’m coming.”

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Uh. what? I was nervous and excited and nervous and excited. I didn’t want my family to assume anything or question anything weird going on. But we worked out a plan and made an excuse and he came and picked me up.

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When we got in the car we were finally alone together. And just so the stage is set up correctly, the first time we were ever alone together in our lives was when he helped me get the bags from my car. Our family is so big that when we come to visit, there’s just really no reason for me to be alone with just one another person. I felt like I was in high school sneaking out or something. And when I was finally with him guess what? I was awkward as fuck again. I had no idea what to do or what to say. Our plan was that we were going to do some errands for his mom together, but those errands had already been done. So we were really just driving around just to be alone together.

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After awhile of me being lame, he finally makes the first move and puts his hand on my hand. We intertwine our fingers and I felt so relaxed. The tensions from my awkward nervousness was finally gone. He’s driving around and we’re holding hands like kids. He kept looking over at me and kept smiling at me and I would get so shy with each look. Until he couldn’t take it anymore and looks at me and says “come here.”

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I smile big and my heart is racing and I finally scoot over and rest my head on his shoulder. It’s always so awkward to do this in a car. It is the worst. But I gave zero fucks about the rest of my body’s comfort, because my head was on his shoulder. We do this for awhile and then we finally park in a empty lot in the family’s neighborhood. We just stayed there for I don’t know how long. In my head I keep thinking “he wants to kiss me. I want to kiss him. Oh god oh god oh god. He wants to kiss me?!?! What the fuck do I do. Do we kiss? Do we not kiss? I want it! I want him to kiss me. Oh my god what do I do.” So yeah I am cool as a cucumber.

If he ever had those thoughts in his head, it never showed. One moment I’m leaning on his shoulder, the next he comes down and kisses my cheek. At this moment my eyes were closed and I immediately open them to look at him. He’s smiling at me and he’s making me melt. His face comes closer and closer to mine until our lips finally meet. It’s soft and slow and sweet. My mind is racing a million thoughts but at the same time it feels like he’s slowed time. We keep kissing until it becomes less soft and slow and more passionate. His tongue grazes my lips and enters my mouth. He’s holding my face and I’m grabbing him as well. It feels amazing and I have no regrets at all. The pace of our kissing quickens and the next thing I know, he’s pulling me onto his lap. I wasn’t expecting this to ever happen, but I don’t care at all. I’m on his lab and his teeth are pulling on my bottom lip. It honestly feels amazing, My boyfriend didn’t bruise my lips the way Michael did.

I can’t help but slowly rub up against him. It wasn’t purposeful, it was just the heat of the moment. I didn’t think about it at all. He feels it, and then grabs my hips to make me press harder onto him. I started moaning into his mouth and our movements everywhere become faster. I can feel his hands slide under my shirt to hold my hips and the skin contact felt like fire. I wanted him to touch every inch of my body.

It would have been amazing until I finally realize what is going on. I snap out of it and my eyes dart to the clock. It’s not that I was not happy with what I was doing, but I knew we were needed back to meet the family 20 minutes ago.

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I noticed he’s pretty confused that I stopped so suddenly. And I explain to Michael we need to go now. I kiss him softly and tell him I loved every minute of it. That makes him kiss me back more until he’s back to making out with me. I pulled back and tell him we have to stop now. He smiled and squeezes on my hips.

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“This is only the beginning.”

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Like I mentioned above, this is part one of three. If people like it enough, I’ll definitely continue and update soon. Please don’t be too mean.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ujpf0/getting_together_with_myf_cousinm_part_i