When we had arrived at home again, I ran into my room, locked the door and even pulled down the curtain to be on the safe side. Then I grabbed into my pocket while my heart seemed to explode, opened my jeans, went to bed and started doing what REALLY had to be done. I put my nose into that beautiful Julia-raped victim of cotton, put my nose into that darkest part of her panties and inhaled so slowly because I feared the beauty I smelled would break immediately. But it was so unbelievably strong and I could not resist masturbating and my orgasm came about 30 seconds later. Never before and after it came faster than that time. After that I immediately need to start masturbating again. I repeated that process several times more the following night. It felt so necessary like sleeping, drinking, eating. I imagined her tender face, her round voice, her lips which always tended to start laughing, the smell of her fruity and sometimes cheesy breath in the middle of the day, when we were close face to face, her whole body in different situations, captured on my mind and on several pics I collected, and the smell of her farts, but in all situations, I was enjoying the beauty of HER scents additionally by caressing that cotton with my nose. From that moment on my sexuality was focused exclusively on Julia. But because she was my cousin I neither forced me to talk to her about my feelings nor did I ask her anything what she might feel like. What would our parents think if I…? But I noticed and realized every possible thing about her. Whenever I met Julia, I collected all her beauty. I learned to know with all my senses for a moment when I was able to allow myself to enjoy at least my imagination of her. Even now at twenty-eight Julia is still my main fantasy and the temple of my desire.