Hi, I am Dheeraj and I am 28 years old. This story starts when I was 23 and in my final year of my college. There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t have written this story, but just one reason that I should, and that is; the unpredictable nature of a woman!
Let’s cut the crap now.
June 2018.
When I was introduced to incest and readable sex stories, I wondered if sex between siblings or cousins was even possible. I thought most of the people who claim to have done this with their families are purely lying. But I was wrong. In my last year of college, Seema, my cousin, was already two years married and 26 of age. Her dimensions had not changed even after two years. Usually, women put on some flesh after marriage, but she was the same, slim and fit.
She was maybe 5.5 tall and weighs about 50 or 52 kg. Her chest would be 32 or 34, or maybe somewhere in between. I don’t know how some people tell the size without even measuring it. I am just guessing.
My cousin never liked me. She always hated me though this never reflected on her face, the conversations that I overheard from her about me were signs that she always hated me and my whole family. Her hate for me had hiked much ever since I cracked NIT, and she got married and failed to make a career.
My tau ji, her father, lives in Dehradun and he is a very nice guy. That summer vacation I would not have visited them had I known she was also coming there. My plan for the whole month was to stay in Dehradun and I couldn’t go anywhere else as I already denied my parents to come home.
Being the only child, Seema was pampered by her parents. They would never let her do any hard work, including her studies. Funny! She never really studied, and always kept herself busy with makeup and body maintenance, and the results were obvious. She looked hot!
Seema was the girl who never valued intelligence, she always had a soft corner for guys who flaunt iPhone bikes and cars. That’s why maybe we never became friends.
Anyways, when I got the news of her arrival, I wanted to escape. I thought of so many excuses to run away but all in vain.
I was meeting her after two years. The last time I saw her was at her wedding.
The gate unlocking sound alarmed me that she had come and my aunt requested me to welcome her. I saw her struggling with a big suitcase at the gate. She had put on blue jeans, sneakers and a white t-shirt.
“Hello didi,” I said and bent down to touch her feet. I wasn’t expecting it, but she smiled. I couldn’t believe this.
“How are you, Dheeraj?” she asked.
I pulled her luggage in and her mom offered her water. She still looked the same, slim and fit. Her white t-shirt was soaked in sweat and the black bra was quite visible.
“I will take a bath, mom,” she said.
I want to confess that I jerked off thinking about her in the past, but as soon as I cum, the thought of sleeping with her goes away from my mind.
She went inside the bathroom. After a minute I went to the toilet which was connected to the bathroom. There was a small window between the toilet and the bathroom, and I could hear the water running down from the shower to her body.
I pulled down my pants and found myself already wet in my underwear. I came in 2 minutes, I put a hand in my mouth as I couldn’t control my moan. It was the best masturbation of my life. The thought of sleeping with her again goes away as I jerked off.
It has been three days and I have noticed a few changes in Seema. She was nicer to me. She now likes to talk to me. Through her mother, I came to know that her relation with her husband is not good, his husband was suspicious of her affair and always spies on her. Seema’s husband was seven years older than him and totally out of her vibe.
One afternoon, my uncle was in the office as usual and my aunt had gone to attend a spiritual function. Seema was also requested to come along but she clearly said no.
I was as usual watching the TV in the room, that room belonged to my uncle and aunt. In the meantime, Seema was talking to her husband or fighting, outside the house. I slowed down the tv volume to overhear her, but couldn’t.
After 10 minutes, she came into the room frustrated and dumped herself on the bed. Her eyes were wide open looking at the ceiling. I got scared. I decided to leave the room and switched off the TV.
“What happened?” she said as I was at the door, almost about to leave.
“Nothing di, I will sleep,” I said.
“You can watch TV,” she said. “Come,” Her anger suddenly went away.
I went back to bed and turned on the music channel again. I carefully sat on the other side of the double bed, making enough distance from her. She was wearing a sky blue salwar kameez with the same color dupatta.
Suddenly, a call came to her and she smiled. She went out to talk again. I was doubtful if she actually had an extramarital affair.
She again came back and dumped herself happily in the bed.
The next song on the TV was ‘Wajah tum ho’ from ‘Hate story’. I knew it was kind of a seductive song and I pressed the remote button to change it. Holy crap! The remote stopped working. I slapped it twice, but it didn’t work. Usually, it works with one slap.
“What are you doing,” my cousin said, looking at the TV.
I felt embarrassed.
“It stops working,” I said.
“You want to watch something else,” she said. “This is one of my favorite songs.”
When she said favorite song, I thought of the song only, not the visuals.
The actor in the scene ran after Zareen khan to seduce her. Seema watched the song with great interest.
Seema stretched her body and took a yawn. “I had a lot of food. I feel sleepy now,” she said.
The dupatta slipped from her chest in the yawn and her boobs emerged in the tight salwar. Her open hair covered the whole pillow.
“Yeah, lunch in the summer makes us sleepy,” I added.
She laughed.
“What?” I also laughed.
“Why are you talking like uncles?” she said, still laughing.
“I am like this,” I said.
“Can you give me your pillow also uncle?” she giggled. “I want to sleep.” I shook my head. It was her house, I couldn’t say no to anything.
“Thank you, daddy,” she said and laughed at her own words when I offered her my pillow. Her over-friendly behavior was not digestible.
“Please slow down the fan,” she requested, making a cute face.
I switched to the Discovery Channel once I found her in a deep sleep. I looked at her, the crack between her boobs had already made my dick hard, her suit was also lifted upwards and the pajama thread was visible. She was fair with thick long hair and thick pink lips. My dick got so hard but I controlled it.
I decided to jerk off in the washroom but came back midway. I wanted to do something more. I thought a lot of times, I again decided to quit. I walked on the terrace to divert my mind so that my dick could sleep.
After 10 minutes, my dick slept and I came back to the room. But my mind wasn’t listening to me as I saw her. I finally decided to check my cousin’s phone and find out if she was actually having an affair.
I knew her keypad lock was a ‘Z’ sign. I didn’t find much in her chats and gallery but in her chrome browser, I found a lot of tabs with porn videos. They were incest porn, cousin, step-brother and step-dad. Why does a married girl, who could get sex easily, is watching porn?! Didn’t she do it with her husband? She was so hot that people could literally spend lakhs to sleep with her. Then why is a girl this beautiful not getting sex?
This discovery gave me some more courage. I wanted to touch and feel her. My underwear was wet as hell. I kept the phone aside and carefully took out my 6.5-inch tool.
I slowly shook it up and down looking at her face. My hand was already wet with the seminal lubricant. It was sticky and smelled good. I went a bit closer to her and touched my sticky hand to her hand. I got mad as I did that. That pleasure made me close my eyes.
I again touched my hand with her long nails. I pulled her dupatta a bit closer and wrapped my dick with it and again started stroking. Her dupatta smelled like heaven. My dick started making a pachh-pachh sound with the lubrication. My fear was gone by then. I wished her to wake up and see my condition.
I wanted to jerk off with my cousin looking at me in shock. Though, I still hadn’t have the courage to wake her up. I came closer to her and tried to put my cock as close as possible.
My mouth was open and my eyes were closed. Before I cummed, I wanted to do a few more things. I came closer to her boobs and tried to smell them. I took some fluid and put it on her feet. I took some more and dropped it between her boobs.
I went out and came back with the bra and panty which were hung in the sun. I rubbed them in my dick and started making slow moans in front of her. Her panty was in my mouth and her bra was on my dick. I sat on the bed on my knees and decided to cum in her bra cup.
“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!” I finally came, but the pressure was so much that the cum traveled to her kameez. In fact, now a lot of cum was on her kameez. The cum also dropped on the bedsheet, on my legs, and where not.
I wiped my dick with my cousin’s dupatta. My legs felt tired after jerking for 30 minutes.
As I came back to my senses, I got terrified. My thick cum was clearly visible in her clothes. Her bra cup was almost filled. And stains on the bed sheet also. Fuck! What have I done? I am gone now. My cousin will find that out anyway and she will screw me up.
If I had run a cloth over her dress to wipe the cum, she could wake up. I decided to suck the cum with my mouth as carefully as possible.
Once I did that, I found her dress still had stains of cum. I speeded up the fan so that the stains could dry out and left the room. I went to the bathroom and washed her bra and panty. I let them dry in the godown as she would know something cocky has happened if she would find her undergarments wet.
To be continued.