As an 19-year-old with a lean build and an average height, I found myself in the village, sent to take care of my ailing grandpa. My heart ached for him, but my mind couldn’t help but wander to the voluptuous form of my elder cousin. A sex goddess, as I thought of her, she had a 5’5″ frame that screamed ‘woman’ in every curve. Her fleshy, upright breasts defied gravity, and her hips were a perfect 50, curving out in a way that made my imagination run wild with desire. Her curvy back folds and love handles were a siren’s call to my teenage hormones, and I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my pants whenever she was near.
The first day passed without much interaction between us, as my cousin was busy with her own concerns and I was too shy to approach her. But the second day, she approached me with a problem that was all too common in the modern world – she needed help installing WhatsApp on her phone. Nervously, I assisted her, my eyes occasionally straying to the tight t-shirt that barely contained her ample assets. The fabric clung to her in a way that accentuated the outline of her nipples, which seemed to beckon me with every movement she made.
We grew closer as we played cards that night, and she confided in me that she had been using the app to chat with her boyfriend. A pang of jealousy shot through me, knowing that she was sharing her intimate thoughts and feelings with someone else. But it was the way she talked about him, with a sense of excitement and longing, that really set my blood on fire. I knew I had to have her, to feel those curves against my own body, to claim her as mine in a way that no one else ever had.
One evening, while helping her in the kitchen, my cousin lost her balance and fell into me! Our eyes met, and I could see the surprise in hers as she felt my erection press against her. The heat of the moment was palpable, and we both knew something was about to happen. That was the start of my plan to make her mine.
“Let’s go for a ride on the scooty,” I suggested, my voice low and filled with hidden intent. She agreed, eager for the privacy she needed to call her distant boyfriend. As we sped down the road, I took us on a detour, the bumps and curves pressing her body against mine in a deliciously intimate dance.
“Thank you for this,” she whispered into the phone, “I really needed this time alone.”
The way she said it sent a shiver down my spine. I knew she didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but I couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded my mind. As she spoke to her bf, I began to manipulate her, planting seeds of doubt about his intentions. He was a player, a boy I knew from school with a reputation for leaving a trail of broken hearts. I painted him in the worst light possible, and she soaked in every word.
“Is he good to you?” I asked when she hung up, my voice filled with fake concern. “He’s not worth it, you know. You deserve better.”
Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought she would see through my facade. But she only nodded, her lips trembling as she confessed that she had never been with him in the way that truly mattered. That was all the invitation I needed.
“You know, I’ve had my share of heartbreaks too,” I said, hoping she would find comfort in my words. My curvy cousin leaned into me, and I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the scent of her hair. “Let me make it up to you. Let me be the one to show you what it’s really like to be cherished.”
Her silence spoke volumes, and before I knew it, she was in my arms, sobbing into my chest. Her breasts felt like heaven against me, and I had to resist the urge to let my hands wander. But the time was ripe, and I knew I had to be careful not to scare her away.
“You can trust me,” I murmured, my voice a soothing balm to her pain. “I’ll always be here for you.”
With a tremble in her voice, she agreed, and that night, she came to me for comfort. We lay in the darkness, our bodies close but not quite touching. I felt the weight of her sorrow, and I knew that I had the power to either ease her pain or cause more. The scent of her perfume filled the air, and I found myself getting lost in it, my desire for her growing stronger with every breath.
“Please, don’t tell anyone,” she whispered, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “It’s just so hard.”
I pulled her into a warm embrace, my arms wrapping around her waist. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel the rapid beat of her heart. “I promise,” I whispered back, my voice thick with lust. “It’s just between us.”
Our relationship grew more intimate over the next few days, our conversations deepening and our touches lingering longer. Each time my elder cousin came to me, seeking solace from her heartache, I felt a twinge of guilt for my part in her misery. But the allure of her lush, untouched body was too great, and I couldn’t resist the urge to claim her for myself.
One evening, as we sat on the porch watching the stars, she leaned against me, her head on my shoulder. My hand found its way to her thigh, and I began to stroke it gently. She didn’t pull away, and I took that as a sign to proceed. My fingers inched closer to the apex of her legs, feeling the heat emanating from her core. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be plucked.
“I am sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “I know we shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I replied, my voice thick with desire. “It’s natural to want to be close to someone.”
I leaned in and kissed her, tasting the salt of her tears. My cousin responded tentatively at first, but soon her passion matched mine. Our tongues danced together as my hand moved up her thigh, reaching the elastic band of her panties. She gasped as I slid my fingers inside, feeling the slickness of her arousal.
Her breath hitched as I touched her, her hips bucking slightly. “Please,” she whispered, arching into my touch. “Show me.”
With trembling hands, I pushed her panties aside, exposing her to the cool night air. My cousin’s pussy was a vision of perfection, pink and plump, with a hint of wetness that glistened in the moonlight. I couldn’t believe that I was about to take her virginity, to make her moan with pleasure that only I could give her.
“I’ll be gentle,” I promised, my voice a low growl of need.
Slowly, I inserted a finger into her tight, untouched hole. She was so warm, so wet. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed, her back arching as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. Her pussy clenched around my finger, and I knew she was close to the edge.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “Let me make you feel good.”
Her response was a whimper of pleasure as I began to pump my finger in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit. She was so responsive, her body begging for more. I leaned in and took one of her stiff nipples into my mouth, sucking gently. She gripped my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as she moaned my name.
“I’m going to cum,” my cousin sister gasped, her legs shaking. “Oh God, I am cumming.”
Her orgasm was like a wave, crashing over her as she cried out in ecstasy. I watched her, my cock throbbing in my pants, desperate to be inside her. But I waited, giving her time to recover, savoring the moment before I claimed her completely.
When she opened her eyes, they were glazed with passion. “Thank you,” she breathed, her voice shaky.
I leaned down and kissed her again, my hand still between her legs. “It’s not over yet,” I murmured against her lips. “Not by a long shot.”
Without another word, I stood up and pulled her to her feet. She followed me into my room, her eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and fear. I closed the door behind us, the sound echoing in the quiet night. The room was dimly lit by the moon, casting a soft glow over her flawless skin. She looked like a goddess standing before me, her tight t-shirt outlining the curves of her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for my attention.
I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to trace the curve of her waist. She didn’t move, allowing me to explore the softness of her body. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed, my voice firm but gentle. She complied, her hands shaking as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her full, round breasts. Her nipples were large and dark, standing erect with excitement.
I took a moment to admire her, drinking in the sight of her nakedness. Her hips flared out, leading to thick thighs that I knew would grip me tightly. Her pussy was shaved clean, the lips plump and pink. My cock grew even harder as I watched her push down her pants and step out of them, leaving her in just her panties.
“And these,” I whispered, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. She nodded, her breathing shallow and erratic. I slid them down her legs, exposing her completely to my gaze. Her ass was a work of art, round and firm with a tight hole that made me salivate.
I stepped closer, my erection pressing against her stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss her again. She melted into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as our tongues danced. My hands moved down to her ass, cupping the cheeks before giving them a gentle squeeze. She moaned into my mouth, her body responding to my touch.
I picked her up and placed her on the bed, her legs spreading automatically for me. I took a moment to appreciate the view, her pussy glistening in the moonlight. I kissed my way down her body, my tongue tracing the path of my hands. When I reached her breasts, I took one in my mouth, teasing the nipple with my teeth while I pinched the other. She arched her back, her moans growing louder.
My mouth continued its journey down her body, stopping briefly to kiss her belly button before moving lower. I spread her legs wider, my nose brushing against her folds. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making me even more eager to taste her.
“Relax,” I whispered, my breath hot against her skin. “This is going to feel amazing.”
Her eyes closed as I placed a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy. I kissed the soft skin around her clit before finally pressing my tongue against it. She gasped, her hands grabbing the sheets as I began to lick and suck. She was so responsive, her hips rocking against my face as I worked my magic.
“Oh God,” my sexy cousin moaned, her body tensing. “I’m going to cum again.”
And cum she did, her juices flooding my mouth as she bucked against me. I lapped them up greedily, eager to taste every drop of her pleasure. When she was finished, I kissed my way back up her body, feeling her heart pound against my chest as I hovered above her.
“Now,” I said, my voice thick with need. “It’s my turn.”
I pushed into her, feeling her tightness grip me like a vise. She was so wet, so ready for me. I moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to my size. Her eyes were wide with a mix of pain and pleasure as I filled her completely.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, her nails digging into my back. “So much better than I ever imagined.”
I began to move faster, my hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building once more.
“Cum for me,” I ordered, my voice low and demanding.
Her eyes snapped open, locking onto mine. The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating. I could see the struggle within her – the innocence fighting against the burgeoning lust. But the lust was winning. My cousin began to buck her hips, meeting my every thrust. I could feel the tightness of her pussy gripping me, the warmth of her juices coating my cock. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I knew I needed more.
I reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them firmly. Her nipples were rock hard, begging for attention. I pinched them lightly, eliciting a gasp from her. “Yes,” she murmured, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Like that.”
Our rhythm grew more frantic as we approached the edge together. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of pleasure. I could feel her pussy contract around me, her orgasm building like a storm. And then she was there, crying out my name as her body convulsed with pleasure. I didn’t hold back, releasing my seed deep inside her, filling her up.
As we lay there, panting and sweaty, she whispered, “That was incredible.”
I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of pride. I had taken her to heights she had never imagined, and she was mine. But the guilt was still there, lurking in the shadows of my mind. I had manipulated her, used her vulnerability to get what I wanted. But in that moment, all that mattered was the connection we shared.
The days turned into weeks, and our secret rendezvous grew more frequent. We explored each other’s bodies, pushing the boundaries of what we thought was possible. Her big, round breasts became my playground, her nipples growing even more sensitive to my touch. Her pussy, once tight and untouched, now welcomed me with a wetness that made me ache to be inside her.
One day, as we lay in bed, she turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Teach me how to make you cum,” she said, her voice playful.
I was surprised but eager to oblige. I took her hand and wrapped it around my cock, showing her the right amount of pressure to apply. She watched with rapt attention as I stroked myself, her eyes widening at the sight of me pleasuring myself.
“Now you try,” I said, placing her hand on my shaft. My cousin began to move her hand up and down, her touch tentative but eager to learn. I watched her, my breathing growing shallow as the sensation built.
“Faster,” I groaned, my eyes closing in pleasure.
Her hand moved more quickly, her grip tightening. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, the pressure building in my balls. And then it was too much. I erupted in her hand, my cum shooting out and covering her chest.
Her eyes went wide with amazement as she stared at the mess she had created. “Wow,” she breathed, a smile playing on her lips.
It was a moment of pure, unadulterated lust. We were no longer just cousins – we were lovers, bound by a shared secret and a burning desire that could not be quenched.
As we cleaned up, I couldn’t help but think about what we had done. The taboo nature of our relationship only served to make it more exciting. Her perfect MILF body, those big, full breasts, and her tight, unexplored ass – it was all mine. And I intended to explore every inch of her, to make her scream with pleasure every chance I got.
Our encounters grew more intense, our need for each other insatiable. We tried new things, pushing each other’s limits. I found myself craving the taste of her, the way her pussy clenched around my cock, the way her ass felt as I slammed into her from behind. And she, in turn, grew bolder, asking for more, demanding her own release.
“Harder,” she would pant, her eyes glazed with passion. “I want to feel all of you.”
And I would give it to her, my cock driving into her with a ferocity that left us both gasping for breath. Her big tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples standing erect like tiny sentinels of desire. The way she looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and love, only spurred me on. I knew I had her hooked, and the power was a heady aphrodisiac.