I used to have some very interesting visits with my cousin, Puja. She is married and she lives with her husband. Visits that often left me feeling confused but also very excited.
She would visit my house with her mother and stay for a couple of nights. While our mothers visited with each other upstairs, we would go into my basement to hang out and watch a movie.
Now, I was aware that she was a pretty woman before any of this started. But it wasn’t until that first time that I realized that she actually turned me on.
We went into my basement and started to talk and visit with each other. We hadn’t been close before so this was the first time we were really starting to get to know each other as adults. It was nice.
We watched a few TV shows together and I noticed that we were sitting quite close on the couch. After the evening was over we went to bed, but I stayed awake and wondered… what was that about? I found myself enjoying how close I was sitting to her and wished we had stayed longer and that I had actually touched her and that we had… well I was getting a bit carried away. I knew that would never happen and I wasn’t even sure if I wanted it to. However, the thought did intrigue me.
I put it out of my head. Until her next visit.
Sure enough, Puja and I ended up in my basement while our mother’s chatted and caught up upstairs. We sat together on the couch talking and teasing each other before eventually opening her computer to watch something. This time we sat much closer to one another. We were actually touching. After a few minutes I put my arm around her and she snuggled up against me. The pretense was over and we were openly enjoying being close to one another. It felt good. We hadn’t crossed any lines yet. It was okay for cousins to cuddle, right?
She stayed one more night after that and we repeated our ritual. I was excited to find out what else would happen.
The next time she visited things were different. She had gotten herself a husband in the meantime and had became quite sexually active with him. When we went downstairs she wouldn’t stop talking about him. I found it pretty boring but on the other hand, when she started talking about sex and her interests, I suddenly found myself intrigued.
Talking about sex with her husband ended up being a good transition into talking about sex in general. The conversation came easily and she seemed eager to tell me about what she likes and dislikes as well as ask me questions about my sex life. There was an obvious tension in the room as we broached subjects like porn and masturbation. We even mentioned a site that we both commonly enjoy which has sex stories on it. She told me that there was an incest category and I knew that I could use it as a chance to delve deeper into what she wanted from me but I chickened out. The conversation moved to dick size and reached a pinnacle when she asked me what size my dick was. She was clearly interested and curious. I laughed it off with a joke and her interests remained piqued.