Bhaiya Claims His Little Cousin for the First Time
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Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When his stunning 18-year-old cousin Sneha moves to his city for college, years of forbidden tension finally snap. What begins as innocent “coursework help” in his apartment ignites into raw, urgent lust. Teasing touches become hungry kisses, her tiny hands on his thick cock, her mouth stretched wide, his tongue driving her to a shattering orgasm—followed by hot ropes of cum painting her innocent face. Wrong. Dangerous. Addictive. And they can’t stop.
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I knew she was sitting closer than necessary in the backseat of the car. Sneha had just turned 18, decent height, fit little body, fair skin that glowed under sunlight, small but perfectly perky tits, a narrow waist, and that tight, round ass. Among all my cousins, she was the hottest. And the most dangerously friendly. I tried to ignore the way her thigh pressed against mine. But I was almost certain she was testing me, seeing how far she could push before I reacted.
A few weeks later, Coincidentally, she joined an engineering college in the same city where I lived. One afternoon, my phone buzzed:
“Bhaiya, I need help with some coursework. Can I visit your room this afternoon?”
I was 26, WFH in a 2BHK, my flatmate at the office all day. I thought ok, let’s help her out.
She arrived in a skin-tight black top that hugged her curves and high-waisted jeans. Damn.
I’m 6 feet tall, muscular from years in the gym, arms thick, abs carved, and down there, 7 solid inches, thick, veiny, dark brown, uncut, heavy hung.
We sat on the couch, going over her notes for maybe ten minutes before her fingers brushed my bicep.
“Bhaiya ... you work out a lot, haan?” she said. “I bet your abs are rock-hard too.”
I met her gaze, “Want to find out?”
Without waiting for an answer, I peeled off my t-shirt. Her eyes widened slightly, then darkened with hunger as she slid closer. Her small, cool hands explored my stomach, tracing the ridges. Each touch sent electricity straight to my cock.
Then her palm drops lower, rubbing the growing bulge in my shorts. I saw raw craving written across her face.
But I was not that guy. Fooling around with my own cousin was never on my bucket list.
“Stop,” I said. “This is wrong.”
She was inches from my face now. Before I could finish the sentence, her soft lips crashed into mine.
Fuck. Her mouth was so young, so sweet, so fucking eager. I froze for one second, then I kissed her back hard. Tongues crashing, wet, messy. She moaned into my mouth while her hand kept stroking my dick over the shorts. In seconds, I’m rock-hard, thick outline screaming through the fabric.
I grabbed her tiny waist, lifted her like nothing. Legs wrapped around me instantly. We’re full-on French kissing now, tongues deep, breathing heavy, desperate.
One last attempt at sanity. I pulled back. “This is wrong, Sneha. We shouldn’t.”
She pouted, pulled back just enough, lips swollen. “Okay ... nothing serious then. Just let me see it. That bulge isn’t going away on its own.”
Before I could protest, she sank to her knees. Her gaze fixed on my crotch as she tugged my shorts and boxers down in one swift motion.
My cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing, veins pulsing along the shaft. The dark-brown head pushed past the foreskin as it bobbed inches from her face.
Her eyes went wide. A nervous giggle slips out, but fear flickered there too. My size scared her. She wrapped both small hands around the base; they didn’t even meet.
My thick, dark rod against her pale fingers and innocent face- fuck, that visual alone almost made me cum.
She stroked slowly, peeling the foreskin back, revealing the fat head. precum spilling. Then she leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to the tip.
That shattered my last shred of restraint.
“Open,” I ordered.
She obeyed. I pushed it past her lips.
Her mouth stretched around the head, cheeks hollowing as she struggled to adjust. Shock flashed in her eyes; she hadn’t expected me to take control so fast.
I pushed deeper, fucking her mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. She sucked hungrily, tongue tracing every ridge and vein, mapping me.