“A cousin is a sin.” Over the years, I’ve always remembered my grandmother’s warning when I caught myself lusting after my cousins. Not that the threat of horrendous torment in hellfire ever made much of an impression on me. If it had any effect at all, the invocation of sin only served to stimulate even more the naughty games we used to play together after the age of twelve, my cousins and me.
But it never went beyond that: the role-playing of married life, which often began with the weak suggestion – “this time without evil” – but which always ended in the bed of an aunt or maid, hugs and kisses on the pretext that it was all part of the script, my teenage turkey battered from so much pain rubbing against four layers of fabric, at the end of which my cousin’s pussy was probably also burning and flashing.
Naturally, all this crossed my mind when, decades later, via WhatsApp, I received a message from the youngest of them: “Cousin? You’re in Rio?” There was no way: we’d grown up and moved away, each of us had gone our separate ways, everyone had got married and those games had been kept in a recondite place in my memory. But every time one of my cousins broke the months-long silence and addressed me – always calling me “cousin” – I would think back to those summer afternoons at a grandmother’s or aunt’s house.
This cousin of mine is called Emma . She was 37, 38 at the time. Already married, a successful lawyer, intelligent like most of her lineage. A pretty brunette, with more than a little Indian blood, flowing black hair, eyes that still sparkled with the same adolescent fire that, around the age of fourteen, made older relatives warn that “this girl is going to be a handful”. And she did, except that she studied and got married and today lives very well enjoying life with her husband, spending all the money she earned because, to her enormous frustration, she had never managed to get pregnant and have babies.
My cousin wanted to see me, if possible that very day. As the devil knows what he’s doing, I was a bit out of sorts, I’d got rid of all the work I’d accumulated and everything else I had on the table could do with a few more days’ delay. I wanted to take her to lunch so we could catch up, but she told me she was short of time and suggested I go and see her at the hotel where she was staying, in Flamengo. We ate there and then she was just a stone’s throw from Santos Dumont, where she would soon be catching her flight home.
To this day, she doesn’t ask me: she tells me. I left what I had to do, gave a couple of directions to whoever was staying and took a cab to the hotel. She was already waiting for me, sitting at the restaurant table with just a glass of red wine in front of her. Before I could say a word, she ordered one for me, a robust Sicilian that would leave me useless for any more elaborate work for the rest of the afternoon. I made a toast, happy to see her again, and she was all smiles, and I had already surrendered to that long mouth with the plump lips where I had kissed her so many times when we were husband and wife.
Emma said that what she had to tell me was very serious, and that for God’s sake I shouldn’t take it the wrong way, that if she was asking me what she was asking for, it was because of the affection we had for each other since practically the cradle. At such times, you can more or less see where the conversation is going, and I must have made some kind of perplexed face that led my cousin to hold my hand over the table. It was the classic scene of illicit love in a hidden place, a hotel restaurant where no one passes who doesn’t have very specific reasons for being there.
- Cousin, you know that the thing I want most in the world is a son. Julio and I tried everything, we tried for several years, until, about a year ago, we did the tests and discovered that he was sterile. We were in a very bad way for a long time, and he was worse than me, because he knew how much I wanted it, and he felt responsible for my unhappiness. We thought about adopting, but it wasn’t the same. I wanted a baby with my blood, I didn’t want Grandma’s inheritance to end up here with me. If you notice, none of the cousins had children, and that saddens me too.
I looked deep into her brown eyes, her face still serious from the shock that I already knew was coming. - Cousinβ¦ – and here she held my hand tighter – You know how much I’ve always admired you. You were always the most intelligent, the most ambitious. And you’ve made beautiful children! I don’t want to adopt and, since it can’t be with Julio, I’d like to have a child with someone I care about. And we have the same blood, this baby won’t be the child of a stranger. It will have our genes, our good genesβ¦
I kept looking at her without saying anything. She lifted my hand, now holding it with both of hers. Almost pleading, Emma murmured softly:
I gave her a broad, generous smile, the smile of someone who knows she’s living one of the best moments of her life. I now took my cousin’s two little hands, which were trembling, and kissed them. I looked up again and her eyes were already blurred. Smiling all the while, I said softly: “Let’s go.”
And up we went.
In the elevator, I still didn’t dare to do anything more daring. When the door closed, I was still holding both of my cousin’s hands, but I didn’t dare kiss her. We were silent until the door opened, and then she took me by the hand to the end of the corridor where her room was. There were only a few steps, but they never seemed to end, the only noise being the sound of our shoes on the wooden floor.
When she finally opened the door, and closed it again after I had passed, I only then wrapped my arms around her from behind, my hands on her still slim belly, searching for her navel over her pastel blouse, a lawyer’s uniform on a hot day. My nose immediately plunged into her black hair, inhaling the sweet smell of sweat that was beginning to emanate over the subtle perfume she had passed on to me. My mouth sought out the nape of her neck, the lobe of her ear, while my already swollen cock tried to lodge itself in the valley hidden under her professional pants.
When Emma turned to face me, it was already to unbutton her pants and begin to take them off with difficulty, as her shoes hadn’t come off yet and I wasn’t giving her any respite, now seeking her fleshy mouth with mine. I bit her lips lightly and, when she opened her mouth wider, I finally tried to penetrate her with my tongue, feeling the good taste I hadn’t felt for so long of the saliva of a woman offering herself up. Her pants still halfway down her thighs, I slowly lowered her onto the neatly made double bed and, without stopping to explore her mouth with my tongue, I took my hand to the space between her half-open legs and the pants that hindered her movements. It was while kissing her that I first touched, with my fingers, the dampness that had accumulated on her panties.
I couldn’t resist and brought my fingers to my nose, smelling the scent of my cousin’s sex for the first time. She took the opportunity to break free of my embrace and, her cheeks red with excitement, unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her majestic, brunette breasts, the bikini mark that didn’t match the strap of her lace bra at all. I watched in fascination as she took off her heels, lifted and lowered her pants to the floor, also revealing a pair of white lace panties, clearly a special gift she had put on for me.
Someone less greedy than me would have waited for her to take off her bra, would have followed a pre-established script that you learn as a boy watching dirty movies, but I had been waiting for this for almost three decades. So I knelt down on the floor, between her legs that sloped down from the mattress to the floor, and stuck my nose and mouth into the spot where a puddle was already forming on the fabric. And I bit the cloth and the volume it revealed, lips, slit, while my cousin gasped and ran her fingertips through my hair, which she tangled with gusto.
At this point I was still fully dressed, except for my jacket, which had been left lying on a chair. Emma gently pulled me up by my hair, made me stand in front of her, she was still sitting on the bed, and without waiting long reached for my belt. She opened the buckle and zipper and pulled down my pants while I undid my tie, cufflinks and shirt. Soon I had my shirt unbuttoned, my breasts and belly hanging out, my pants down to my shoes and an erection poking desperately through the hole in my panties. My cousin looked at my cock with a tender gaze, as if to say that she could finally get to know what she had felt so many times rubbing against her legs, her shorts, her crotch. She also pulled down her panties and held my cock by the balls, like someone offering a piece of fruit, and I could feel the warmth of her breath enveloping the entire length of my member.
Emma seemed hungry, she sucked the whole cock in one go, and very soon I could see the volume of the glans swelling on her cheek, and feel her snub nose touching my groin, and her soft tongue nibbling at the base of the cock, touching the fuzz that was beginning to reappear on my sack a week after the last shave.
I didn’t let her go on. With the excitement I was feeling, it wasn’t going to last another thirty seconds, and I wanted to give Emma what she’d come to Rio for. I took off my pants and shoes, pulled down my cousin’s panties and was faced with a brunette pussy, its lips blackened, its Hitlerian hairstyle neatly trimmed, a sign that she had indeed prepared to come and visit her cousin, and also a sign that she had no idea how much more I appreciated some old-fashioned wild pricks.
But far be it from me to complain. I knelt between her legs again and this time I rubbed my face, nose, mouth and rough chin against the smooth, dark slit that my cousin was offering me for the first time. I gently bit her lips and tried to penetrate her with my tongue, kissing and sucking on the little grill that was emerging from the top of that unforgettable sight. My cousin moaned and softly repeated my name, and I, with my mouth full, only interrupted to make a single request:
At that point, my cousin leaned back on the mattress and, with her legs spread, her pussy already fully lubricated by her juices and my saliva, she asked:
“Come on, cousin. Fuck me.
I, for my part, couldn’t wait any longer either, and very soon I was basking in the warmth that enveloped my cock as I slowly slipped it into my cousin’s pussy. A pussy is a pussy, of course, but there are times when everything there seems perfect, the temperature, the humidity, the palpitations, and that was one of the best fucks of my life. Soon I had my body glued to my cousin’s, our bellies bumping against each other, the sweat from our breasts mixing into one essence, my hands caressing her temples while I penetrated her mouth as well, my tongue entangled in hers, and I kissed her neck and earlobe as if I were an old and dear girlfriend.
Of course, after an expectation that had lasted three decades, that scene couldn’t last long, and without us even being able to change positions, I ended up flooding my cousin’s welcoming pussy with the sperm she had come for. I came profusely, six, seven, maybe eight jets, and when I opened my eyes I could only see the dilated nostrils and the closed eyes of someone who was thanking me for my trust and for everything else I had put in her.
We stayed hugging for a while, our legs intertwined, without saying anything. Not that words weren’t necessary at that point. I really wish I had known what to say, but I couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t sound completely stupid, so I just stood there stroking Emma’s black hair, while she kissed my cheek, my neck, my chest.
I fell asleep in my cousin’s arms, but about fifteen minutes later, when she started playing with my toes, my cock woke up a few seconds later. She was now looking at me with that dirty spark, the one I’d seen her dedicate so many times to so many boyfriends, and from the top of the bed I was delighted with anticipation when I saw that her face and mouth were directed precisely at my cock, which was starting to rise.
This time it was a long, proficient blowjob, the work of someone who knew what they were doing by force of repetition, and from there all I could do was enjoy the suction and the tongue that played with the brake of the glans and then reappeared at the line of the sack. Realizing that the logic was now different, I couldn’t resist grabbing her by the back of the neck and making her suck on my command, treating her almost like a whore.
After a few minutes of this, Emma lifted her face and, without ever stopping looking at me, got down on all fours, her pussy, already battered from the first fuck, looking up at me. I, for my part, got down on my knees and penetrated her at once, without even preparing her, and I held her hips and never took my eyes off her other eye, brown and round, which was also looking at me every time her buttocks vibrated to the thrust of my hips.
I fucked my cousin in this position for a good fifteen minutes. When I feared that my cock was losing its sensation, instead of speeding up the movements to put an end to a memorable fuck, I preferred to take my fingers to Emma’s mouth, who sucked and licked them, wondering where they were going next. With my finger wet, I tried to penetrate my cousin’s little brown ass, and I can’t say that it was difficult to get it in, since after so many years it’s very likely that not only her husband, but other people had been there. When, however, I managed to get it in as far as the second phalanx, my cousin said one of the many phrases that have never ceased to echo in my memory since that afternoon.
Not today. It was only fair. Maybe another day. There had to be another day. But today my dear cousin’s request was simple, and I had no choice but to comply. I accelerated my thrusts and after a minute I was cumming again deep inside the pussy that had remained forbidden territory for me for so many years.
When I said goodbye to my cousin with a kiss on the lips, both of us still wet from the shower we’d taken together, I thought I’d never seen a woman so happy. And she deserved it, she deserved everything, even though she had made me wait three decades for the privilege of sharing that happiness with her.
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