Literotic asexstories – Kissing Cousins by harmlessslut,harmlessslut
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
Priya is my cousin-the daughter of my mother’s brother. She is two years older than me. The two of us are the only children of our parents. Since we lived in the same neighborhood, we were quite close to each other while growing up. Either I would be at her place after school, or she would be at mine. When I was in class seven, her father got promoted and they shifted to another city. Initially, both of us tried to stay in touch, but grew apart as time passed. Three years ago, Priya went to the United States for higher studies.
We met at a few family functions since she’d started college. Both her personality and body had transformed. The cute, chubby girl I remembered had turned supremely hot-sufficient to make heads turn, both young and old. Around 5 feet 7 inches in height, Priya had large, ample breasts and a sizable ass. Her hips were wide, giving her an hourglass figure. She had big eyes, a shapely nose, and thick, juicy lips. In terms of personality, the girl who had been a bit of an introvert was now a confident woman. Every time we’d meet, she’d hug me tightly and say ‘hey little brother!’ She started wearing more revealing clothes-her blouses showed off more of her cleavage, her lehengas and saris gave a generous view of her midriff, her t-shirts became tighter, and her skirts shorter.
I followed her on Instagram as well. She regularly posted party pictures, photos with her boyfriends, and shots from her beach holidays. Every now and then, I wanked to these photographs.
Cut to the present. Upon my return from college one day, my mother announced that Priya would be staying with us for a month. She was back in India for her holidays and was interning in the city.
Space was tight in our two-bedroom apartment, so I was told that Priya would sleep in my room while I would have to shift to the drawing room. I protested vehemently, saying that I had a string of tests coming up and needed my desk and books to study, other than the fact that all my things were in my room. We had a heated argument but I held my ground. Finally, it was decided that I would be allowed to retain my room. Priya would take my bed and I would sleep on a mattress on the floor. It was a compromise, but I agreed to it.
Now, some details about my life. I had a girlfriend. Yet, I was still a virgin. Regardless of my best arguments and sincere appeals, my girlfriend refused to have sex. Something about saving herself for marriage! Everything else was on the table though, and I milked the situation to get frequent blowjobs and titifucks from her. But her being such a prude was getting on my nerves now. I was looking to break up with her, holding on only because I didn’t have any options on the side.
When I returned from college the next day, I found my mother and Priya sitting on my bed talking. Upon seeing me, Priya got up and greeted me with the usual ‘hey little brother!’ before hugging me. She was wearing shorts and a tank top. If any of my female friends came home wearing that, my mother would’ve scoffed. But she’s always doted on Priya.
Life went on as Priya started her internship. She wore formals in the day-mostly blouses and skirts. Whenever she returned home, two buttons of her blouse would be open, showing the top of her cleavage. I wondered if that was deliberate. The outline of her bra also became visible due to the tightness of the shirts and their light color. Her skirts ended a few inches above her knees-nothing too revealing.
Around three weeks into her stay, I found Priya on one of the dating apps I was using to find a replacement for my girlfriend. She’d only posted two pictures-one of which I’d seen on Instagram, and one that I had not. In the first, she was sitting by the pool, wearing a bikini. Her calves were in the water, hands on the ledge, face looking up at the sun. The floral-patterned bikini left little to the imagination, her voluminous breasts barely contained by the straps of the top.
The other photo was a mirror selfie where Priya was holding a cigarette in her left hand. She was wearing a little black dress, some parts of it sheer, especially around the midriff. The dress showed off her legs fully-if it had bunched up even a few inches, what was between her legs would be visible. Again, her breasts were on full display in the dress that revealed generous amounts of her cleavage. It seemed to me that my cousin was aware of the power of attraction her breasts commanded and utilized their potential fully.
I promptly rushed to the bathroom to rub one out while shuffling between these two images. The fact that the woman whose pictures I was aggressively jerking off to was sitting just a few steps away-the only thing separating us being the bathroom door-was a huge turn on and made me cum quicker than usual.
A few nights later, I was lying on the mattress, unable to sleep. I opened my eyes and saw Priya sleeping on my bed as usual. Her back was towards me. The spaghetti top she was wearing had bunched up, revealing her waist. The shorts had also bunched up, giving a hint of the bottom of her ass cheeks.
I was unable to sleep because of what had happened that evening. I was at my girlfriend’s place, receiving the most insane blowjob (as I said, she was great at those!). Things escalated in the heat of the moment. We took off each other’s clothes and started making out. I pushed her towards the bed and lay on top of her. I put on the condom I always kept in my wallet (just in case she changed her mind!) Just as I was about to penetrate her, she pushed me away saying she couldn’t go through with it. When that happened, I lost it completely. I lashed out and we got into a massive argument at the end of which I broke up with her and stormed out.
I was angry and frustrated. More than anything, I was extremely horny. After all, I’d come within inches of having sex just a few hours ago. Thoughts of sex coupled with the sight of Priya’s body made my cock erect, and my hand went down into my shorts as my fingers wrapped around it. I started masturbating, keeping my eyes fixed on her exposed back, butt and legs. I imagined fucking her brains out, which made me rub even harder. I tried to remain as silent as possible, but definitely ended up grunting a few times. I let out a slight moan as I came, but quickly turned away and pretended to be asleep, my cum oozing into the fabric of my shorts.
Next night, she was lying on her back. I could see her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. The t-shirt was tight for her and made a clear outline of her massive breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, because I could see her nipples poking through the cloth. It was a little short, yet again revealing her perfectly flat stomach. The risk was greater today. She wasn’t facing the other way, so if she opened her eyes, I’d probably be caught. But still both upset and horny, I decided to go for it anyway. Stealthily, I put my hand inside my shorts, and stroked my already erect cock. I stretched out the other arm towards her, extending my fingers such that they were only a few inches away from her exposed stomach. The slightest loss of balance would’ve made me touch her. The increased stakes set my loins on fire and I masturbated harder. I was approaching an orgasm and closed my eyes. I finally came inside my shorts again, opening my eyes again to see if Priya was still asleep. She was. Yet again, I turned to the other side and slept off.
Priya was only here for two more nights, and I decided that I’d make the most of it and jerk off on both nights. She was lying on her stomach again. I put my hands inside my shorts and began wanking. Somewhere in the middle, I closed my eyes and kept them closed till the time I came. When I opened them and looked in her direction, I saw Priya staring directly at me.
Needless to say, I was mortified. I figured she would be offended, perhaps even disgusted. I sat up and prostrated ‘Please don’t tell my mother! I’m sorry. I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t tell my mother. Please.’
She jumped down from the bed onto the mattress and put her index finger on my lips to shut me up. I calmed down when she did that-maybe it was her touch, or the fact that she looked more amused than offended-but I was still pretty scared on the inside. Sensing this, she assured me that she would not tell my mother about what she just saw, but I had to do something for her. ‘Anything’ I responded emphatically, assuming she’d ask me to procure alcohol or cigarettes, or maybe drive her to meet a man she met online, which would have been a small price to pay. What she said next caught me off guard.
‘I need to get laid. One month is too long a time. I joined dating apps but the men out there are disgusting. They don’t know how to talk and just send ugly dick pics. Basically, I need you to fuck me. Can you do that?’
I was at a loss for words. Was I being punished or rewarded? Was it okay to fuck my cousin, even though I’d been masturbating thinking about her for years? These and many other thoughts went through my head. I snapped back to reality when she said ‘Hello? What’s the matter? Are you up for it or not?’ Hastily, I nodded, bringing a mischievous smile to her face.
She asked me if I’d had sex. I said I hadn’t. She grunted and said ‘Ugh! I’ll have to do the hard work. Never mind, at least I’ll get a dick inside me’ while tying her hair behind her head. I hurriedly added that I’d gone till third base, trying to restore my pride. She sarcastically smiled and said ‘Good job!’
Hurt, I spontaneously kissed her, probably in an effort to show her I knew what I was doing. I put my right hand behind her neck and the left one on her breast-squeezing hard. She was taken aback but responded with gusto, kissing me back and using her own hand to feel my cock through the shorts. The bedroom door was not locked-my parents might’ve entered the room and witnessed this incestuous act at any time. The thrill of getting caught got me excited as I kissed harder and pinched her nipples. I realized later that I’d been a closet exhibitionist. But that’s a story for another time.
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