Cousin ke saath pahli bar

Hey, I’m Sandy, 21 years old, living in Delhi. My email is [email protected]. I want to share a story about something that happened about a year ago. My sister Sara was 19 then and in 12th standard at school. Our parents were working, so they used to be away during the day on weekdays. When we got back from college or school, we’d eat whatever food was prepared and kept in the fridge. In the evenings, I usually went out to meet my friends, while Sara stayed home. During holidays, it was tough to pass the time since our parents weren’t around, and we had to sit alone in the house.

Sara started studying computers, and our dad got us a computer with an internet connection. She’d study and then teach me at home. Since she was a clever girl, she’d act like an instructor, showing me all sorts of computer tricks. It was pretty cool sitting with a beautiful girl like Sara, even though she was my sister. Her curves and bulges caught my eye, and she’d scold me when my eyes wandered to places they shouldn’t. She had this enchanting, fragrant body odor. Once she realized I had a decent grasp of computers, she stopped the lessons. Even though she protested when I got too close, I could tell she liked me and enjoyed being near me.

Out of nowhere, we got word that our cousin Zida was coming from Mumbai for her holidays and might stay with us for nearly two months. Sara had met and talked to her before, but I had no knowledge about this cousin. On the day she arrived, we went to the railway station to pick her up. Zida was stunning—fine complexion, excellent figure. Sara and Zida hugged on the platform, and Zida offered her hand to me. Then we headed home. Zida got a room on the first floor, where our guests usually stayed. Our parents were thrilled to see her and told her to enjoy her holidays however she liked. My dad asked me to take her to all the important tourist spots and show her the city. I was happy to do it, but the problem was that Sara would tag along too.

The next day, we took Zida to a Tamil movie. She sat between me and Sara. At one point, I felt her hand searching for mine on the armrest. I turned to look at her—her complexion was so glossy, her red lips shining. She glanced at me and winked. I was stunned, wondering what this girl wanted. I gathered some courage and slid my hand under her dupatta, trying to touch her boob. She pressed my hand and whispered, asking me to come to her room after midnight. I quickly pulled my hand back and stayed still. Sara was glued to the movie screen.

After the movie, we got home, and Sara was chatting loudly about it. We hung out after dinner, watching TV for a bit, then went to our respective rooms. Our parents had the master bedroom on the ground floor, Sara took the room next to it, and I had my room upstairs. The guest room, where Zida stayed, was also on the first floor. We had a separate hall upstairs with a TV and the computer, besides the main hall downstairs with a big plasma TV. I heard Sara talking loudly with Zida until about 11 PM, then Sara went to her room downstairs. I waited a bit, then knocked on Zida’s door. She opened it and let me in.

She acted angry about my bold move in the theater, asking, “How dare are you to send your hand to my bosom?” At first, I was shocked, but then I saw through her pretense. I went over and hugged her. She laughed, admitting she’d fooled me. I kissed her cheeks first, then her red lips, sucking them with all passion. She responded well. She told me to undress and undress her too. I couldn’t believe how fast things were moving—I felt lucky. Zida had one of the finest bodies, cream-colored, with medium-sized boobs and pink nipples that were already hard, showing she was hot and ready. Her flat navel and creamy pussy were hairless—she must have removed the pubic hair. I undressed her slowly, savoring every part of her body as it revealed itself. She offered to undress me. I’d already taken off my t-shirt and vest, and she pulled down my jeans’ zip, then my briefs, revealing my semi-erect cock.

She was amazed at the size, shape, and color of my cock, crying “wow” as she took my tool in her hands, squeezing it softly to make it harder. She brought it near her mouth, touched the tip with her tongue, and licked the drop of precum. Rubbing it over her face and forehead, she smelled my balls and kissed them fondly. I figured I had the whole night ahead, so why rush? I lifted her, carried her to the bed, and laid her down. On her back, she looked like a beautiful statue with erect boobs and gorgeous thighs. I ran my hands over her body, kissing her navel and nipples. I licked around her nipples, sucking them softly. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, enjoying it. Her hands pressed my head down.

Slowly, I opened her thighs and saw the crack of her cunt. Spreading it with my fingers, I noticed a multicolored mix inside—some parts white, some pink, some red. Her tiny clit was hidden, but I pulled it up, and it stood out boldly. I massaged it with my fingers, looking at her. She was hot, her red lips parted after a gasp. I kissed her clit and glanced up—her eyes begged for more. I licked her clit in slow strokes. She let out an “ah,” her face twisting with satisfaction and joy. Her hands pressed my head down again. I pulled her clit with my lips, sucking softly, occasionally licking her wet cunt, which was oozing vaginal fluids. She was hitting an orgasm—her leg muscles tightened, her breathing quickened, her moans grew louder, and she shuddered as it hit her.

I got up, took my tool, smeared it with her cunt’s fluids, and placed the cock head at her hole’s entrance, pushing it in. There was resistance, but she adjusted her legs to make entry easier. Her hands on my rear pulled me in as she wriggled her hips. It went halfway. She urged me to push harder. With three or four jerky pushes, I got the entire cock deep inside, up to the hilt. I paused, looked at her—she was happy, smiling. She asked, “The whole thing has gone inside?” I said, “You check yourself.” She reached down, confirming no part of my cock was left outside. I nudged her clit with my thumb to boost her pleasure. “OK, start fucking slowly,” she said. I took long strides, pushing it all in each time. I sped up gradually. She closed her eyes, moaning rhythmically. I went faster, banging her hard. The cot was creaking, but who cared? She was enjoying it to the max. Finally, she wrapped her legs around me, pulled me to her chest, and hit the peak of her orgasm. I reached mine too, shooting my cum deep inside her. She said she felt each spurt deep in her hole.

I got up, pulled my cock out of her cunt, and she handed me a towel to wipe it. She used the other end to wipe her cunt of all the fluids. She went to the bathroom to wash up. I lay on the bed, totally nude, my cock still erect. Then I heard a soft knock at the door. I quickly covered myself with a towel, switched off the light, and opened the door to see who was knocking at that hour. It was my sister Sara, standing in her nightie, pushing the door to come in. She turned on the light, looked around, and asked, “Where is Zida?” Just then, Zida came out of the bathroom, totally nude. Sara was shocked to see us both nude.