Getting To Know My Cousin Better

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My family has always been the religious type and because of that, I’ve had to go on boring family trips on pilgrimage all over India. I was already bracing myself for a week of pointless following around of my parents while they get to temple to temple but I was taken by pleasant surprise when my parents told me that my uncle’s family would be joining us.

I’m not fond of my uncle but my cousin sister, who is a sight to behold. She’s roughly my age, 24 and I only get to see her on odd family occasions. I hadn’t seen her in above a year but the pictures she was posting on her Instagram was raising more than just my eyebrows.

The family trip was to Nepal, to visit this super holy temple in the capital. I couldn’t care any less about the place really. The Uncle’s family would be coming to our place and then we were to take a flight to Nepal and spend a week or so there. So, according to plans, they arrived at our place and were to spend the night before catching the flight the next day.

I was shifted to the living room for the night as Uncle and Aunt took the guest room and my cousin Pooja was given my room. I didn’t mind as long as she didn’t find my cigarette pack in the drawer. We had dinner and everybody decided to go to bed early as it was going to be hectic day tomorrow. I was in the living room flicking through the TV when Pooja came asking for the WiFi password.

She looked different now with her loose t-shirt and shorts than she did with her Kurta when she arrived. I gave her the password and she insisted on a cousin selfie, I obliged and during that, I got a peek inside her t-shirt. She started talking about how handsome I had gotten with my beard and how her friends would be actually jealous of such a handsome cousin. I returned the favor of the compliment about how pretty she had gotten since I last saw her.

I’m sure she noticed me stealing glances at her cleavage and didn’t bother pulling the shirt up. There was definitely something brewing here. The next day, we took the flight and did the tours of the temple and settled in at a nice hotel.

I was given a separate room, Pooja too, and my parents and uncle & aunt had theirs. The day was exhausting, to say the least, and we had our dinner and got to our rooms. A little while later, I got a text from Pooja telling me to come out. I obliged and as soon as I got out she suggested we sneak downstairs to the Bar. Finally, something fun to do!

We got downstairs and each ordered a beer. I haven’t seen a girl gulp down a bottle so fast and I was falling out of pace with her. 2 bottles in, she came beside me (we were facing each other at a table before) to take another of those selfies. She didn’t have pockets in her PJs so she told me to hold her phone in mine. Her hair smelled great.

She started talking about how we should be much closer and not just be exchanging pleasantries at family functions. I agreed, she was very laid back and I was having a great time with her. She had started playing my fingers by now, saying how great it would have been if I lived in her city, and hung out, and drank and how she wouldn’t have to socialize with her bitch friends.

She kept on going on about how I could be like her boyfriend and do fun things. I was enjoying her drunk babbling and hand fondling. By the time we were done, we had 4 beers each and the bar was about to close. I took her to her room, which was right across mine and bid her good night. I was kicking myself that I didn’t even manage to cup a feel.

What better than a late night cigarette after some drinking right? I opened my room window and started smoking when there was this knock on my door. Shit! I threw the cigarette out of the window and rushed to the door. It was Pooja again, and she wanted, you guessed it, a late night smoke.

“Wow, you smoke?” I said
“Only when I drink” She replied.

“Come on In” I led her inside and lighted her one. There is nothing sexier than the sight of a girl smoking in PJ shorts. She was stumbling around and then lay flat on my bed puffing away. I watched her chest move up and down as she took those long puffs and blew smoke at the ceiling.

She asked for another and I came up to her, placed one in her lips and lighted it. I hadn’t realized I was just in my boxers with a huge erection until I came close to her while lighting it. I sat at the window smoking, looking at her and she did the same from the bed.

She looked sloppy yet seductive with her hair tied in a knot, her fair thighs accentuated by her folded legs, the loose t-shirt and her more than generous cleavage. I remembered that I still had her phone and proceeded to give it back. She took it and then asked for another selfie. We had taken about a million selfies the whole day and maybe hundred more down at the bar, so why more now. I thought okay maybe this selfie now isn’t just a selfie.

She got up, stood in front of me, bent her knees a bit, her ass cheeks brushing off of my erection and made a seductive pout. I didn’t just pose awkwardly with a smile which I was doing the whole day, instead, I slid my hand beneath her t-shirt over her hip. Okay, another. She pushed herself back on me, her ass clearly on my crotch and took one hand up to my shoulders.

It was my cue to slide my hand over to her belly and push myself a bit onto her. This was by far the best selfie I had taken. I then turned her over to face me, leaned on to her, grabbed her ass to which she took the cue pulled herself closer and took another selfie. It was enough pictures, and there needed to be active. I leaned on her further for a kiss. My lips touched hers, I cheekily slid my tongue in and I think my brain exploded when she sucked on my tongue.

I was in. We were French kissing all over the place my hands tightly gripped against her ass, her hips, her thighs whatever I could hold on to. Against the window, the wall, on the bed. She was mumbling something about how she had dreamt about this. I couldn’t catch a breath from all that intense kissing to muster a reply. “This is wrong”, I heard her say under her breath. She was trying hard catch her breath to which I pounced back into her mouth, my hands on her belly.

She directed the hands I had on her belly up to her tits. I grabbed onto them, no bra apparently, and squeezed those perfect breasts. She had to take her shirt off and I think I almost jizzed when I put my tongue against her nipple. She started moaning now and shrieked a bit when I put my hand in her pants. She was wet. Tits in one hand and pussy in the other I couldn’t wait to get down on her.

Before I could slip off her panties and slurp out that pussy, she got hold of my dick from inside my boxers. I swear I nothing have felt softer than her hands stroking my penis. She must not have had been full from her dinner because she pushed me on to the bed and took the entirety of my 6-inch cock to her mouth. I almost jizzed when she gagged on my cock and slurped on further.

She was blowing me with great conviction, her drunk eyes full of lust. It was my turn now, I slid her shorts off and her flower patterned panties. She had come prepared I saw, shaved pussy ready to be eaten. I sensuously licked those pussy lips and put my tongue in as far as it would go. I widened her legs up and with that gave my tongue a thorough tour of her cunt. She was moaning like a madman and had to bite her lips to keep her from being loud. I was rocking her world.

She rounded her tongue along her lips and bit down and I got up from downstairs to kiss her mouth again. As I slid up, riding my tongue all over her body up to her mouth I thrust my dick into her. Another shriek and a deep breath, we were ready for some pounding. I fucked her hard as she let out moans after moans only interrupted by her heavy breathing.

I turned her over above me and boy did she ride that dick. I just held on to her hips while she squatted on my cock and did what she’d learned. She was panting furiously and I was about to cum. I pulled her down and gave her my final few thrusts to which I knew she was having her orgasms as her eyes rolled over above and moaning even more loudly now.

I had an angelic orgasm inside her as I was still pounding her pussy. I pulled out in a wet mess and fell to the bed beside her. She kissed me, a slight peck on the lips this time and whispered, “We should do this again”. She got up, took her cellphone took another nude selfie of herself and put it back down. She put her on her clothes and left. As she left, my phone buzzed. It was her, she texted me that nude selfie and it read, “in case you get lonely at night”.

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