Kissing Cousins

Finally, our lips met. Any restraint I may have exercised was abandoned because I knew I did not have much time with her. Our tongues met as we made out like crazy. With my hand still firmly grabbing hers, I kissed her neck, and went further down. Releasing my grip over her hands, in one swift motion, I pulled up the tank top she'd been wearing to reveal her huge breasts hidden underneath. I yanked up her bra and fondled her breasts. I sucked and bit at them. I saw the marks from last night. Once I had my fill, I descended, kissing my way down her stomach, until I was kneeling before her. I pulled down her pajamas and panties in one go.

I gave her pussy a soft kiss before proceeding to lick it, slowly and deliberately. When my tongue met her womanhood, Priya arched her back and tilted her head to face the roof, relishing the pleasure. Her hands grabbed my hair, and I felt her grip tighten with each lick. I finally penetrated her vagina with my tongue. She tugged at my hair as I went harder. I made sure to go as deep as I could, lapping up her juices. I could sense she was nearing an orgasm when her legs began shaking a bit, and when it finally hit, she couldn't help but let out a long satisfying moan. She was too engrossed in feeling the pleasure of her orgasm to stifle it. Convinced that my parents would've heard it, we quickly dressed, anticipating the arrival of my parents.

When nothing happened for five minutes, we assumed all was well. Priya removed the covers and patted the bed, inviting me to join her. I crawled up and made my way on top of her. I looked straight into her eyes and started kissing her. Her hands went down to my pajamas as she slowly pulled them down and I did the same with hers. We took a small recess from the kissing to remove our tops as well. When we resumed kissing, our bodies touched each other. I felt her breasts press against my chest, and the sensation of her soft legs against my own. She spread her legs and I penetrated her. Although this was her last night, neither of us seemed to be in any hurry. My thrusts were slow and deliberate, and she too seemed lost in the moment to want any escalation. We mutually muffled our moans with ever deeper kisses. It was our most intimate fuck till now. We were truly making love.

Midway through the fucking, she pushed me off. I was a little surprised but I had an idea of what she wanted. Priya swiftly got on all fours and looked back at me. In one of our conversations, she had mentioned how this was her favorite position. I decided to have a bit of fun myself. Taking one of her freshly washed panties, I shoved it into her mouth and used one of her hair bands to gag her. Taking position behind her, I clutched her hair in my fist before ramming into her. I had no intention of being gentle-if she wanted to get fucked like an animal, that's what I would do. Passions ran so high that we didn't care about the loud sound of our pounding. The gag was working because I could hear her screams being stifled by it. With one hand grabbing her hair and the other firmly on her waist, I kept hammering her, until I shot my load into her without giving her any warning. I fell back onto my mattress as she collapsed on the bed, with the gag still in her mouth.

We looked at each other and spontaneously giggled. We knew that neither of us would be able to ever forget these few nights. After getting dressed and unlocking the door, we fell asleep mid conversation.

I dropped Priya off at the airport along with my mother the next day. We shared a warm hug and she whispered in my ear 'Thanks for everything, little brother'. If my mother had not been around, we would've definitely kissed. Alas, it wasn't to be. This wasn't love, it could not have been. Yet, it was a kind of affection and comfort that transcended the limits set by society. When I got back home and opened the drawer of my desk, panties were lying there with a note saying 'a gift for you😉' These were the same panties I had used as a gag last night. Except they were damp. They smelled like the juices I had tasted when I was licking Priya's vagina. She'd masturbated wearing these sometime during the day.

Four years have passed since. Today, I'm attending Priya's destination wedding in Rajasthan. She's getting married to her American boyfriend. Her to-be husband greets me warmly. When we hug, he whispers in my ear 'Hope you're ready for a threesome, little brother.'