Hi reader, I am writing story for first time. This story is about how I fucked my cousin. When I look back on it, all of this started years ago when we were both very young. Our family was very close, which meant getting together for every holiday and special occasion possible. As the only male, it would be incredibly boring for me had it not been for my cousin Kratika. She took a liking to me right away. So growing up, we were always on the same team so to speak. And I got to watch her grow from a little girl into a beautiful woman over the years.
Due to deaths in the family, we grew apart. I moved on with my life, moving to another state. I always assumed she moved on with hers too; at least as much as you could in the small town we grew up in.
One day out of the blue I received an email from my Mom. She told me that Kratika was coming to my town for a job interview, and she asked if I could put her up for a few days. I immediately said yes. It would be great to have someone around the house for a few days, and I’d have the chance to catch up with her.
She arrived a few days later. When I answered the door, I was blown away by how my cousin looked. 20 years old, tall and blonde and drop dead gorgeous. I knew I’d have issues, even with her being my cousin. When a girl walks in wearing shorts and a t-shirt, that catches your eye. And the 36D breasts under that shirt didn’t help any. Still, I was a gentleman and helped her settle in. It was shortly after that I found out she had a problem.
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My cousin Kratika drank. We’re not talking just a little; she drank a lot. Every day. I would wake up and find her out on the deck enjoying the sun. She would always be wearing very little, and had a large glass containing a strongly mixed drink in it. I thought about dating something to her, but to be quite honest it just didn’t seem worth it. After a few drinks her clothes always seemed to slip and get more revealing. And I’ll admit I was enjoying sitting there watching her top gap open, giving me a wonderful shot of her nipples.
This went on for a couple of days. Finally one evening, things came to a head. We’re were sitting on the deck enjoying the warmth and talking about our favorite TV shows.
“Mera favoroite Rosanne hai.” she said. “I loved that one episode where she got a boob job.”
“Really? I never watch that show. What happened?”
“The part I remember the best is when her husband walked in. He put his hands on her waist, and she took his hands, moved them up and told him they were up here now. She put this hands on her tits, right on TV!”
“Really? I never heard about this.”
“Yeah. She just reached down, grabbed his hands and did this!”
And grabbing my free hand, she put it right on that wonderful firm warm breast. My God it felt great, even if she was my cousin. Thinking fast, I came up with a way to see how far she’d go with this. After all, I could always blame it on the alcohol, right?
“Damn. That would have been great to see. But it would have been a lot more fun with me as the director.”