I Almost Impregnated My Hot Cousin

A lot of you might remember me from my previous sex story on ISS. I have shared a few stories here and have received quite good feedback from my readers. Many of those readers have become good friends over these years.

For those who don’t know me, my name is Paul, I am a single guy aged 29 and after my MBA I found employment with one of the top MNCs in Bangalore. I am 5’7″, athletic and an award-winning endurance cyclist. If you’re a cyclist, chances are we know each other.

So without further ado, lemme tell you this story that happened back in mid-2000s, when I was a teen.

We had known each other since we were very young and would often get physical (nope, not that way yet) with each other – something that our parents didn’t read too much into.

As a prepubescent guy, I didn’t see this going anywhere either. I mean, I wasn’t as horny as I could possibly be and hell this was my sister (as all female cousins are in India).

But then, as we grew, those physical encounters started feeling..well..nice.

They had felt nice before as well, but in a playful way. This ‘nice’ feeling was different; something that I found really confusing.

I once gave it a lot of thought and asked myself – “Am I horny for my cousin?”

I don’t know what came over me at that moment, but the voice inside shouted, unequivocally – “yes.”

The next step was to see if the feeling was mutual.

And now, began the test. During our scuffles, I’d casually brush her thigh, caress her neck, rub her lower back, and, when the moment seemed opportune, gently place my hand on the underside of her breasts, like they were the most delicate pieces of God’s creation – which they indeed are.

There was nothing vague about the signals I got. She enjoyed it.

Every once in a while when she would ask me if she was getting fat, I would get behind her and grab her with one hand on her pelvis and another just below her breasts, and lift her up saying – “damn; you’ve indeed gotten heavy.”

I would then lower her down slow, and raise my upper arm just a tad so now they would clearly be squeezing her breasts. It would be a good few seconds before she would remove my arm, turn back, and give me an embarrassing smile.

Then, came the day of initiation.

We hadn’t often slept together at night, and when we had, it was during the innocent playful phase.

This day, was to be the first when we both were horny for each other.

All of us cousins were to sleep in one room, and before bedtime, she was relating a story from a Bollywood movie.

Describing one particular scene, she mimicked what was going on in that scene.

“[The actress] told [the actor] that her dress was wet, and when the actor nonchalantly ignored her..”

She, my first cousin, whom I had known innocently all these years, grabbed my hand, put it firmly on her breast, pressed it against her breast, continuing with..

“Why don’t you see for yourself?”, mimicking the line, and the action, of the actress in that scene.

What’s funny is, all my other cousins were much younger than we were, so I am sure no one read anything into it.

Then came the night. My cousin and I fell asleep next to each other, under the same covers.

I had made my mind up. I was going for it today.

The lights were out. She was sleeping on her side, facing me. I took the courage and slowly put my arm on her. I felt her pull closer.

Then I shifted towards her slowly, my arm all the time feeling her back and realizing she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Then, at the moment when there was no space between us, I threw caution to the winds and gave her a tight squeeze and thrust my lower body against hers.

Suddenly, she turned over such that I was on top of her!

What proceeded was one of the wildest night of my life, yet.

We made out like animals, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths as we relished in the deliciousness.

As I proceeded to pull up her top and suck her breasts, she gave me a push.

Before I could contemplate what was happening, she was on top of me, and dry humping me in cowgirl position.

I was like, dude, is this great or what.

I grabbed her, pulled her towards myself, cupped her breasts and started sucking on those melons as our bodies gyrated in perfect rhythm.

However, with all the commotion, and the moaning, one of the cousins woke up, and we had to hastily end what we were doing and talk him to sleep.

And now came that night, three days later.

It was a moonlit and breezy night so we were on the terrace with the other cousins.

She was texting someone and had held the phone strategically such that the light was washing across her exposed, and ample, cleavage.

I was lying there like a dead body – staring and probably smiling, at the most beautiful sight there ever could be.

“Kya dekh rahe ho (what are you looking at) ?” – my cousin asked with a naughty smile.

“Jo aap dikha rahi ho, didi (that which you’ve put on display, didi)?” – my hormones in full control of me.

I stressed the word didi, which is Hindi for elder sister. Somehow, realizing that what we were doing, or planned to do, was considered taboo made it even the experience even more thrilling.

She looked at me. Then looked at her top. Then slowly lifted it up. Slowly.

As midnight came, and all were practically dozing off on the terrace, I noticed my cousin had also ‘fallen asleep’.

The ‘fallen asleep’ part is important, as we’ll see later.

I did my prepared routing, casually placed my hand on her shoulder, then slowly worked it to the neck and then under her top, making sure she didn’t ‘wake up’.

I fondled her breasts for a while, hoping she’d respond, but she didn’t.

I gave up, thinking tonight was probably not the night.

Within seconds of me pulling my arm away, she got up and rushed downstairs.

I tried to analyze what had happened and after a few minutes, followed her downstairs.

She had ‘fallen asleep’ again in a room that had earlier been vacant. I rushed in and slid beside her.

“Kya hua (what’s the matter)?” – she asked in a ‘sleepy’ tone.

“Aapke saath sona hai. Aapke ke bina neend nahi aa rahi. (I want to sleep with you. I am finding it hard to fall asleep without you).” – I was firing on all cylinders.

“Okay.” – she said. That would be the last comprehensible sound I would hear from her that night.

She was sleeping with her back to me. A few minutes later, I snuggled closer and hugged her from behind, firmly groping her breast.

She grabbed my hand and slid it down to her stomach, where I maintained the firmness of my grip.

“Now Is not the time” – I thought.

After a few more minutes, I gently pulled up her top and worked my way to her bare skin. She didn’t pull away.

Next thing I know, I was fondling her breasts with my hand under her top and kissing her incessantly.

She finally turned over, I got on top of her, and on started the grinding.

Only this time it didn’t last long as I pulled to the side, undid her salwar and thrust two fingers into her vagina, which was wet like the Sunderbans.

If you’ve had sex you know how beautiful a horny woman’s moans sound. So I will leave you with that.

I had other problems. I was bursting at the seams and about to have my first sexual intercourse with my first cousin.

“Man, I can’t hold it much longer.”

I quickly got on top of her, put my penis inside her vagina and started thrusting. And fuck, that felt amazing.

I must have been inside for not more than 10 seconds before I pulled out and shot my load on her thighs.

“Phew.”

She may have been surprised why all the fun stopped all of a sudden. Ah, the perils of single orgasms. :/

Of course, cumming inside her wouldn’t have meant she would definitely get pregnant, but I wasn’t willing to take the risk.

Kinda surprised that she was, apparently.

The next day we acted as if nothing had happened. That was the act with the ‘falling asleep’ thing.

She wanted to do it with me multiple times, but I had refrained from putting myself inside her. With the number of times we got together, one of those times could’ve indeed led to trouble.

I once hinted, rather strongly, at having sex during an afternoon, and she was aghast as anything.

“Nope; looks like we gotta continue with the sleeping act.”

She’s married now and has a kid. We don’t fool around any more of course, but I do get a vibe from her at times still.

Would be hard to say no if that vibe developed into something more compelling.

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