The Secret Life of My Cousin Pt. 01

Sometimes you think you know a person. You've talked to them enough about deep and meaningful things, you've trusted them with you biggest secrets, you're even willing to sacrifice major things - just for them. Especially when they're close to you. Especially when they're..... your cousin.

Then you find a part of their life. Buried deep, safe and away from the prying eyes of strangers. And it takes you off your feet. Everything you know about them changes, and it's like the person you'd knew all along wasn't really then after all.

Sometimes I wish I'd never sneaked near her room that night after all. But as she said later, it was just destiny. Two dull and boring lives were going to embark on a very dangerous game. A game of excitement, fear, pleasure - and sacrifice.

Being in a conservative Indian family is quite a challenging thing. Especially if you're in a state like California. You're always repressed, especially sexually. It's quite ironic, since India had a heritage like Kama Sutra. Although this didn't stop all of us, I didn't have much of luck.

Meet me, Sahil. A scrawny, curly haired, 5'6" tall, 20 year old mess. I was born and bred in Santa Cruz CA, but my family emigrated here from Punjab, India. I always wanted to be a wild and free boy, but my traditional Hindu family never let me be. This meant that I could barely go to any parties, have any cool friends, and barely had any sex life. It was extremely frustrating, especially since it led to my porn addiction. My pathetic idea of a good beach day was looking at girls in bikinis and running off to my room to jerk off. It was a dark, dark place.

And in that dark place is a ray of light called Riya. My Riya. She is my cousin, the only one in the states. But she was not closely related, at least by blood. Or maybe that's how I deluded myself. She is sight to behold. Her grey eyes sparkle like stars, always expressive. Her hair is curly like me, but always well maintained and fresh. Her tender lips are full and always smiling.

Her body is a testament to her health and vitality. She is neither too thin nor too curvy, but her curves are in all the right places. She has a long, slender neck, delicate shoulders, and a graceful waist, and her legs are long and toned.

Such a girl did not deserve to be single and unloved. Her parents were a more liberal then mine, and she had more friends than there were students in my class. She knew people from my school too, and it wasn't surprising. Boys were willing to die just to talk to her for five minutes.

I always wished we weren't cousins. Not that I would have a chance with her otherwise. But I always had wet dreams after visiting their place. She always behaved like the ideal girl in front of the family, but when in front of me she was more of herself.

We have grown more close over the years, mostly because we are of the same age, and slowly our talks started to get more personal. We ranted about how old fashioned our families were, our desire to party and get drunk, and crushes. Sometimes it got more spicy. She had a long list of crushes and sexual fantasies, some of which were too wild even for a perv like me. I was a little taken aback, but then she reassured me she wasn't a slut like those 'white girls', and that all of these were just... hormones talking. And stupid me believed her.

Then that night came. I remember it like it happened yesterday. I had drove down to her place on a cold winter night. Her parents, my uncle and aunt were going to be out of town for the week

"Hey Ma, don't we have the backup key to their place?" I asked. "Maybe I'll surprise Riya, she doesn't expect me! "

As I arrived to their home, I saw another car parked up front. A little feeling of excitement crept up my body

Her girl friends? Cool! I'll have a lot better night than expected!

I went to the front door as quietly as possible. "Weird," I thought. There were no girls' footwear on the porch. There was a pair of much larger sneakers though. Unlocking the door, I found the living room empty. Riya's room was on the ground floor itself, and I crept nearer to it.

And that's when I heard it.

A soft muffled moan.

I had expected some chatter and giggles of the girl group, but this was uncalled for. I went closer to the locked door of her room, and there it was again. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened, my heart pounding. What was going on? Who was in the room?

I pressed my ear to the door. The moans continued, and it definitely felt like Riya's voice.

Maybe she's playing with herself?

I could feel myself get hard. I had always had a suspicion that Riya was a wild girl. I suddenly remembered that Riya's window opened up to a small bush.

I have to see it. This could be my only chance.

I went around the house to the back, this time almost running. The window opened up from the outside, and gave a direct view of her bed. I positioned myself in the bush so that I was almost invisible, and peered in through the window.

And what I saw almost made me scream.

She's with another DUDE!? A...... A BLACK dude!?

I was paralyzed in shock as I tried to absorb what was going on in front of my eyes. On Riya's bed was a tall black guy. He was sitting on the edge, and on his lap, straddling him was Riya. They were making out passionately, their hands playing with each other's bodies.

The guy took turns switching between her ass and her boobs, caressing them lovingly. Riya's eyes were closed, and her lips opened up to give out soft moans.

What the hell is happening!? Why is such a sweet girl with such a thug?

I could feel my heart beat faster. Here was my sweet, innocent girl with a man. Not just any man. A black man.

Aren't they violent gangsters?

I peered closer, trying to get a glimpse of him. He looked like he was sculpted by God. He looked like he was 6'4", built like a beast. Perfect rock cut abs, every muscle could carefully be distinguished. His veiny forearms held her thighs, tattoos adoring them. I watched as as his hand crept down her back, onto the back of her waist.

Riya squirmed. I could see she was turned on. I had never seen that look before on her face. She looked completely drunk, but not on alcohol. On him. Her hands were all over him, feeling those hard muscles. She twitched and moaned as he started licking her boobs.

I could feel myself get harder.

She loves it.

The guy planted his full face on the boobs. They were huge, and her light brown nipples were fully erect. His tongue flicked then, and he made sure to press them once in a while.

"Fuck, Nas!" Riya cried out. "That feels so fucking good!"

"You wanna return the favour?" Nas asked, removing his jeans. He put his hand outside and slit out his dick.

"Fuck me, what a monster!" I thought

That was easily the biggest dick I'd ever seen, and I could tell Riya felt the same. She looked at it with the same wide eyes as me, but there was hunger in those eyes.

In a minute, she was down on her knees, her hands gripping his monster cock. They were so tiny that her finger and thumb couldn't even meet when she grasped it. Even with both her hands, she had more than enough to suck.

She went to work, her head moving up and down perfectly. Her hands worked in perfect unison to jerk his dick, and her mouth was just perfectly sucking it. She was drooling like a bitch, and in a minute the dick was so wet that her spit was dripping on the floor.

Now if this was me, I would've came instantly. Nas however wasn't even close. He sat there like a king, one hand holding her hair and the other holding a blunt.

I could barely control it. I felt like my dick was going to explode. This was extremely hot to watch. It was like poetry in action.

He then turned towards the bed, and threw her down on it. I had never seen a girl pull down her panties so fast, even in porn. She pulled him closer and wrapped her legs around his neck. Her breaths got more and more faster and the moans got more and more intense as he ate her pussy. He was making a meal out of it, putting a finger inside and stimulating the clitoris with other. He spat on it, and twirled his tongue around her clit.

It built up slowly till Riya climaxed. It was unreal. Her body shaked uncontrollably, and the moans were getting so loud he had to clamp up her mouth with his hand. She was all covered in sweat, on a cold snowy night.

I was getting heated outside too. I had never seen a girl orgasm in real life before. I pulled out my dick, and began masturbating, watching the two of them now move on to fucking.

I never thought Riya could take such a big dick. They fucked in all the positions. It went on for an hour. She was throwing it back like a queen, and her ass was red from all the spanking. Nas had the stamina of a horse. He made sure she was enjoying as much as he was, making her cum at least two, three more times.

There was a whole lot of fucking that night. Doggy style. Missionary. Reverse cowgirl. I lost count of the positions. His strokes were deep, smooth and steady.

At one point he got up, with her still in his arms. He picked her up effortlessly. He then fucked her in that position.

I had already came two times outside. This felt like a dream. I watched and watched, as he finally came so hard that all of her body was covered in cum. Riya was in ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled back, and I knew she had seen heaven.

I watched silently as Nas left. Riya was still lying on the bed. Realisation now crept up, and I realised what I had seen.

My cousin, a beautiful, ideal Indian girl. Getting dicked down by a black guy.

In front of my eyes.

I needed answers.

I needed an explanation.

I pulled up my pants, and walked towards the door. Now striding furiously, I went to her room, and opened the door.

... to be continued