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Sorry for the long story but the details are importing to understand my perspective. All of this is true.
My cousin and I were always close. Growing up, she was absolutely sweet and adorable and quickly became my favorite. I told her she was the "cute one." Years passed and I moved. After a long while, I finally made it made it to a family reunion and in walked in this beautiful young girl, absolutely gorgeous. She came up to me and gives me the biggest hug. It was her. Grown now. A young woman. The rest of the night, she sat next to me, telling me how much she missed me.
We exchanged numbers and left. The next few weeks we spent nearly every moment texting, talking, calling, catching up, telling each other about our lives, and every know in then she would remind me that she was still the "cute one" and that I was still her favorite cousin. I had my own house now, so on weekends she would come over. I lived alone so I didn't mind the company, but I also enjoyed her. She was so sexy, so hot, so cute, perfect body, amazing ass and breast I just wanted to tit fuck. These are all thoughts that I began to have the more she came over. It didn't help that she would usually only wear tight leggings or shorts with a tight tank top. I fought all these thoughts and urges.
During this time, I had several partners. A couple FWBs, a few one night stands, occasionally an ex or two, so I was doing fine. However there was one night I was struggling to finish. I thought of many things to try to cum, and after they didn't work, I thought of my cousin for the first time ever and came immediately, the hardest I've ever came at this point. Now I had broken that threshold. Every girl that I fucked I though of her. Every time I masterbated, I thought of her. I was obsessed. I wanted her. Luckily for me, it was now summer. Her staying weekends now became weekdays, 3-4 days at a time.
Most days, I'd go to work, come home and she was more then likely watching a movie on my couch or in the back yard talking on the phone. I loved coming home to her. Every evening we'd cuddle up, snuggling together under the same blanket. My arm around her, her head or legs on my lap. Some nights, we'd fall asleep together. Some nights, her on the couch and I'd go masterbate on my bed. Some nights, she'd come to my room and sleep with me in my bed, in which case I did nothing other than fight my urges. I fought my urges until one night, I lost all control.
One night, we both passed out on the couch together. I woke up in the middle of the night, spooning position, her in my arms, her body, her ass against my hard cock. I looked down at her and told myself, she wants this. I lost all control of myself, my body, and gave into everything I desired. I began by kissing her neck, up to her cheek. She began to move. I then went for her lips, in which she kissed me back. She let out a slight moan as her ass began to grind on me. I could feel the precum dripping. One of my hands began to cup her tits. I now felt her tongue against mine.
She suddenly got up and told me to stop. Then walked to my room. I sat there confused, scared, ashamed. After a few minutes, I walked into my room. She was passed out on my bed. I laid next to her. The next morning, she acted like nothing happened. Nothing was awkward or off. She was still the same. In fact, nothing changed between us. She still continued coming over regularly. Our relationship didn't change. We still snuggled and cuddled and slept together. Not sure if she just doesn't want to bring it up or is too scared, or maybe she thought it was a dream.
As the summer ended, she ended up moving away. Years passed. Our daily texting talks went down. Soon to none. I moved on. I still fantasized about her every now and then, but overall had gone to other things. More years passed, I found out she had become a stripper. I felt very sad and sorry for her. We had been out of touch and I had no clue what was going on in her life. Maybe something happened to her? Maybe it's because of me? Or maybe she just enjoys it and the money? Not trying to say a woman becoming one is bad or anything. But I felt so out of touch.
At the same time, fuck was I so turned on by her new profession. I was so jealous of the many men coming to her, paying for her body. Every now and then, she'd share some sort of teasing image on her social media of her work, like some heels or even just showing her beautiful face dolled up. Her club was in a different state so I never went to see her. Not sure she would want me to go. In reality she'd probably give me a hug and buy me a beer and possibly a lap dance from another girl. In fantasy, she gives me a VIP dance alone and whispers into my ear, "I still remember everything," and she rides me, holding her close and tight to me, as I finally get to cum inside of her.
More years have passed and we've been out of touch. The last message I got from her was a text the other day saying "Happy Father's Day!" Not sure if she still strips. She has to be 30 by now. To this day, I still fantasize about her, about that night, about a reunion with her in which all my feelings, and hopefully hers, are met.
Curious as to how many still associate and engage in a conversation about your past experiences with your family member/partner. I had two experiences with two different cousins and we have never once spoke about it to each other. Over decades, never a word of what we did before.
If you ended it with a family member, don’t still talk about it? Have you? How did you go about bringing it up? Because I’d really love to talk to my cousins about what we did.
Curious as to how many still associate and engage in a conversation about your past experiences with your family member/partner. I had two experiences with two different cousins and we have never once spoke about it to each other. Over decades, never a word of what we did before.
If you ended it with a family member, don’t still talk about it? Have you? How did you go about bringing it up? Because I’d really love to talk to my cousins about what we did.
Sorry for the long story but the details are importing to understand my perspective. All of this is true.
My cousin and I were always close. Growing up, she was absolutely sweet and adorable and quickly became my favorite. I told her she was the "cute one." Years passed and I moved. After a long while, I finally made it made it to a family reunion and in walked in this beautiful young girl, absolutely gorgeous. She came up to me and gives me the biggest hug. It was her. Grown now. A young woman. The rest of the night, she sat next to me, telling me how much she missed me.
We exchanged numbers and left. The next few weeks we spent nearly every moment texting, talking, calling, catching up, telling each other about our lives, and every know in then she would remind me that she was still the "cute one" and that I was still her favorite cousin. I had my own house now, so on weekends she would come over. I lived alone so I didn't mind the company, but I also enjoyed her. She was so sexy, so hot, so cute, perfect body, amazing ass and breast I just wanted to tit fuck. These are all thoughts that I began to have the more she came over. It didn't help that she would usually only wear tight leggings or shorts with a tight tank top. I fought all these thoughts and urges.
During this time, I had several partners. A couple FWBs, a few one night stands, occasionally an ex or two, so I was doing fine. However there was one night I was struggling to finish. I thought of many things to try to cum, and after they didn't work, I thought of my cousin for the first time ever and came immediately, the hardest I've ever came at this point. Now I had broken that threshold. Every girl that I fucked I though of her. Every time I masterbated, I thought of her. I was obsessed. I wanted her. Luckily for me, it was now summer. Her staying weekends now became weekdays, 3-4 days at a time.
Most days, I'd go to work, come home and she was more then likely watching a movie on my couch or in the back yard talking on the phone. I loved coming home to her. Every evening we'd cuddle up, snuggling together under the same blanket. My arm around her, her head or legs on my lap. Some nights, we'd fall asleep together. Some nights, her on the couch and I'd go masterbate on my bed. Some nights, she'd come to my room and sleep with me in my bed, in which case I did nothing other than fight my urges. I fought my urges until one night, I lost all control.
One night, we both passed out on the couch together. I woke up in the middle of the night, spooning position, her in my arms, her body, her ass against my hard cock. I looked down at her and told myself, she wants this. I lost all control of myself, my body, and gave into everything I desired. I began by kissing her neck, up to her cheek. She began to move. I then went for her lips, in which she kissed me back. She let out a slight moan as her ass began to grind on me. I could feel the precum dripping. One of my hands began to cup her tits. I now felt her tongue against mine.
She suddenly got up and told me to stop. Then walked to my room. I sat there confused, scared, ashamed. After a few minutes, I walked into my room. She was passed out on my bed. I laid next to her. The next morning, she acted like nothing happened. Nothing was awkward or off. She was still the same. In fact, nothing changed between us. She still continued coming over regularly. Our relationship didn't change. We still snuggled and cuddled and slept together. Not sure if she just doesn't want to bring it up or is too scared, or maybe she thought it was a dream.
As the summer ended, she ended up moving away. Years passed. Our daily texting talks went down. Soon to none. I moved on. I still fantasized about her every now and then, but overall had gone to other things. More years passed, I found out she had become a stripper. I felt very sad and sorry for her. We had been out of touch and I had no clue what was going on in her life. Maybe something happened to her? Maybe it's because of me? Or maybe she just enjoys it and the money? Not trying to say a woman becoming one is bad or anything. But I felt so out of touch.
At the same time, fuck was I so turned on by her new profession. I was so jealous of the many men coming to her, paying for her body. Every now and then, she'd share some sort of teasing image on her social media of her work, like some heels or even just showing her beautiful face dolled up. Her club was in a different state so I never went to see her. Not sure she would want me to go. In reality she'd probably give me a hug and buy me a beer and possibly a lap dance from another girl. In fantasy, she gives me a VIP dance alone and whispers into my ear, "I still remember everything," and she rides me, holding her close and tight to me, as I finally get to cum inside of her.
More years have passed and we've been out of touch. The last message I got from her was a text the other day saying "Happy Father's Day!" Not sure if she still strips. She has to be 30 by now. To this day, I still fantasize about her, about that night, about a reunion with her in which all my feelings, and hopefully hers, are met.
Curious as to how many still associate and engage in a conversation about your past experiences with your family member/partner. I had two experiences with two different cousins and we have never once spoke about it to each other. Over decades, never a word of what we did before.
If you ended it with a family member, don’t still talk about it? Have you? How did you go about bringing it up? Because I’d really love to talk to my cousins about what we did.
Sorry for the long story but the details are importing to understand my perspective. All of this is true.
My cousin and I were always close. Growing up, she was absolutely sweet and adorable and quickly became my favorite. I told her she was the "cute one." Years passed and I moved. After a long while, I finally made it made it to a family reunion and in walked in this beautiful young girl, absolutely gorgeous. She came up to me and gives me the biggest hug. It was her. Grown now. A young woman. The rest of the night, she sat next to me, telling me how much she missed me.
We exchanged numbers and left. The next few weeks we spent nearly every moment texting, talking, calling, catching up, telling each other about our lives, and every know in then she would remind me that she was still the "cute one" and that I was still her favorite cousin. I had my own house now, so on weekends she would come over. I lived alone so I didn't mind the company, but I also enjoyed her. She was so sexy, so hot, so cute, perfect body, amazing ass and breast I just wanted to tit fuck. These are all thoughts that I began to have the more she came over. It didn't help that she would usually only wear tight leggings or shorts with a tight tank top. I fought all these thoughts and urges.
During this time, I had several partners. A couple FWBs, a few one night stands, occasionally an ex or two, so I was doing fine. However there was one night I was struggling to finish. I thought of many things to try to cum, and after they didn't work, I thought of my cousin for the first time ever and came immediately, the hardest I've ever came at this point. Now I had broken that threshold. Every girl that I fucked I though of her. Every time I masterbated, I thought of her. I was obsessed. I wanted her. Luckily for me, it was now summer. Her staying weekends now became weekdays, 3-4 days at a time.
Most days, I'd go to work, come home and she was more then likely watching a movie on my couch or in the back yard talking on the phone. I loved coming home to her. Every evening we'd cuddle up, snuggling together under the same blanket. My arm around her, her head or legs on my lap. Some nights, we'd fall asleep together. Some nights, her on the couch and I'd go masterbate on my bed. Some nights, she'd come to my room and sleep with me in my bed, in which case I did nothing other than fight my urges. I fought my urges until one night, I lost all control.
One night, we both passed out on the couch together. I woke up in the middle of the night, spooning position, her in my arms, her body, her ass against my hard cock. I looked down at her and told myself, she wants this. I lost all control of myself, my body, and gave into everything I desired. I began by kissing her neck, up to her cheek. She began to move. I then went for her lips, in which she kissed me back. She let out a slight moan as her ass began to grind on me. I could feel the precum dripping. One of my hands began to cup her tits. I now felt her tongue against mine.
She suddenly got up and told me to stop. Then walked to my room. I sat there confused, scared, ashamed. After a few minutes, I walked into my room. She was passed out on my bed. I laid next to her. The next morning, she acted like nothing happened. Nothing was awkward or off. She was still the same. In fact, nothing changed between us. She still continued coming over regularly. Our relationship didn't change. We still snuggled and cuddled and slept together. Not sure if she just doesn't want to bring it up or is too scared, or maybe she thought it was a dream.
As the summer ended, she ended up moving away. Years passed. Our daily texting talks went down. Soon to none. I moved on. I still fantasized about her every now and then, but overall had gone to other things. More years passed, I found out she had become a stripper. I felt very sad and sorry for her. We had been out of touch and I had no clue what was going on in her life. Maybe something happened to her? Maybe it's because of me? Or maybe she just enjoys it and the money? Not trying to say a woman becoming one is bad or anything. But I felt so out of touch.
At the same time, fuck was I so turned on by her new profession. I was so jealous of the many men coming to her, paying for her body. Every now and then, she'd share some sort of teasing image on her social media of her work, like some heels or even just showing her beautiful face dolled up. Her club was in a different state so I never went to see her. Not sure she would want me to go. In reality she'd probably give me a hug and buy me a beer and possibly a lap dance from another girl. In fantasy, she gives me a VIP dance alone and whispers into my ear, "I still remember everything," and she rides me, holding her close and tight to me, as I finally get to cum inside of her.
More years have passed and we've been out of touch. The last message I got from her was a text the other day saying "Happy Father's Day!" Not sure if she still strips. She has to be 30 by now. To this day, I still fantasize about her, about that night, about a reunion with her in which all my feelings, and hopefully hers, are met.
Sorry for the long story but the details are importing to understand my perspective. All of this is true.
My cousin and I were always close. Growing up, she was absolutely sweet and adorable and quickly became my favorite. I told her she was the "cute one." Years passed and I moved. After a long while, I finally made it made it to a family reunion and in walked in this beautiful young girl, absolutely gorgeous. She came up to me and gives me the biggest hug. It was her. Grown now. A young woman. The rest of the night, she sat next to me, telling me how much she missed me.
We exchanged numbers and left. The next few weeks we spent nearly every moment texting, talking, calling, catching up, telling each other about our lives, and every know in then she would remind me that she was still the "cute one" and that I was still her favorite cousin. I had my own house now, so on weekends she would come over. I lived alone so I didn't mind the company, but I also enjoyed her. She was so sexy, so hot, so cute, perfect body, amazing ass and breast I just wanted to tit fuck. These are all thoughts that I began to have the more she came over. It didn't help that she would usually only wear tight leggings or shorts with a tight tank top. I fought all these thoughts and urges.
During this time, I had several partners. A couple FWBs, a few one night stands, occasionally an ex or two, so I was doing fine. However there was one night I was struggling to finish. I thought of many things to try to cum, and after they didn't work, I thought of my cousin for the first time ever and came immediately, the hardest I've ever came at this point. Now I had broken that threshold. Every girl that I fucked I though of her. Every time I masterbated, I thought of her. I was obsessed. I wanted her. Luckily for me, it was now summer. Her staying weekends now became weekdays, 3-4 days at a time.
Most days, I'd go to work, come home and she was more then likely watching a movie on my couch or in the back yard talking on the phone. I loved coming home to her. Every evening we'd cuddle up, snuggling together under the same blanket. My arm around her, her head or legs on my lap. Some nights, we'd fall asleep together. Some nights, her on the couch and I'd go masterbate on my bed. Some nights, she'd come to my room and sleep with me in my bed, in which case I did nothing other than fight my urges. I fought my urges until one night, I lost all control.
One night, we both passed out on the couch together. I woke up in the middle of the night, spooning position, her in my arms, her body, her ass against my hard cock. I looked down at her and told myself, she wants this. I lost all control of myself, my body, and gave into everything I desired. I began by kissing her neck, up to her cheek. She began to move. I then went for her lips, in which she kissed me back. She let out a slight moan as her ass began to grind on me. I could feel the precum dripping. One of my hands began to cup her tits. I now felt her tongue against mine.
She suddenly got up and told me to stop. Then walked to my room. I sat there confused, scared, ashamed. After a few minutes, I walked into my room. She was passed out on my bed. I laid next to her. The next morning, she acted like nothing happened. Nothing was awkward or off. She was still the same. In fact, nothing changed between us. She still continued coming over regularly. Our relationship didn't change. We still snuggled and cuddled and slept together. Not sure if she just doesn't want to bring it up or is too scared, or maybe she thought it was a dream.
As the summer ended, she ended up moving away. Years passed. Our daily texting talks went down. Soon to none. I moved on. I still fantasized about her every now and then, but overall had gone to other things. More years passed, I found out she had become a stripper. I felt very sad and sorry for her. We had been out of touch and I had no clue what was going on in her life. Maybe something happened to her? Maybe it's because of me? Or maybe she just enjoys it and the money? Not trying to say a woman becoming one is bad or anything. But I felt so out of touch.
At the same time, fuck was I so turned on by her new profession. I was so jealous of the many men coming to her, paying for her body. Every now and then, she'd share some sort of teasing image on her social media of her work, like some heels or even just showing her beautiful face dolled up. Her club was in a different state so I never went to see her. Not sure she would want me to go. In reality she'd probably give me a hug and buy me a beer and possibly a lap dance from another girl. In fantasy, she gives me a VIP dance alone and whispers into my ear, "I still remember everything," and she rides me, holding her close and tight to me, as I finally get to cum inside of her.
More years have passed and we've been out of touch. The last message I got from her was a text the other day saying "Happy Father's Day!" Not sure if she still strips. She has to be 30 by now. To this day, I still fantasize about her, about that night, about a reunion with her in which all my feelings, and hopefully hers, are met.
Sorry for the long story but the details are importing to understand my perspective. All of this is true.
My cousin and I were always close. Growing up, she was absolutely sweet and adorable and quickly became my favorite. I told her she was the "cute one." Years passed and I moved. After a long while, I finally made it made it to a family reunion and in walked in this beautiful young girl, absolutely gorgeous. She came up to me and gives me the biggest hug. It was her. Grown now. A young woman. The rest of the night, she sat next to me, telling me how much she missed me.
We exchanged numbers and left. The next few weeks we spent nearly every moment texting, talking, calling, catching up, telling each other about our lives, and every know in then she would remind me that she was still the "cute one" and that I was still her favorite cousin. I had my own house now, so on weekends she would come over. I lived alone so I didn't mind the company, but I also enjoyed her. She was so sexy, so hot, so cute, perfect body, amazing ass and breast I just wanted to tit fuck. These are all thoughts that I began to have the more she came over. It didn't help that she would usually only wear tight leggings or shorts with a tight tank top. I fought all these thoughts and urges.
During this time, I had several partners. A couple FWBs, a few one night stands, occasionally an ex or two, so I was doing fine. However there was one night I was struggling to finish. I thought of many things to try to cum, and after they didn't work, I thought of my cousin for the first time ever and came immediately, the hardest I've ever came at this point. Now I had broken that threshold. Every girl that I fucked I though of her. Every time I masterbated, I thought of her. I was obsessed. I wanted her. Luckily for me, it was now summer. Her staying weekends now became weekdays, 3-4 days at a time.
Most days, I'd go to work, come home and she was more then likely watching a movie on my couch or in the back yard talking on the phone. I loved coming home to her. Every evening we'd cuddle up, snuggling together under the same blanket. My arm around her, her head or legs on my lap. Some nights, we'd fall asleep together. Some nights, her on the couch and I'd go masterbate on my bed. Some nights, she'd come to my room and sleep with me in my bed, in which case I did nothing other than fight my urges. I fought my urges until one night, I lost all control.
One night, we both passed out on the couch together. I woke up in the middle of the night, spooning position, her in my arms, her body, her ass against my hard cock. I looked down at her and told myself, she wants this. I lost all control of myself, my body, and gave into everything I desired. I began by kissing her neck, up to her cheek. She began to move. I then went for her lips, in which she kissed me back. She let out a slight moan as her ass began to grind on me. I could feel the precum dripping. One of my hands began to cup her tits. I now felt her tongue against mine.
She suddenly got up and told me to stop. Then walked to my room. I sat there confused, scared, ashamed. After a few minutes, I walked into my room. She was passed out on my bed. I laid next to her. The next morning, she acted like nothing happened. Nothing was awkward or off. She was still the same. In fact, nothing changed between us. She still continued coming over regularly. Our relationship didn't change. We still snuggled and cuddled and slept together. Not sure if she just doesn't want to bring it up or is too scared, or maybe she thought it was a dream.
As the summer ended, she ended up moving away. Years passed. Our daily texting talks went down. Soon to none. I moved on. I still fantasized about her every now and then, but overall had gone to other things. More years passed, I found out she had become a stripper. I felt very sad and sorry for her. We had been out of touch and I had no clue what was going on in her life. Maybe something happened to her? Maybe it's because of me? Or maybe she just enjoys it and the money? Not trying to say a woman becoming one is bad or anything. But I felt so out of touch.
At the same time, fuck was I so turned on by her new profession. I was so jealous of the many men coming to her, paying for her body. Every now and then, she'd share some sort of teasing image on her social media of her work, like some heels or even just showing her beautiful face dolled up. Her club was in a different state so I never went to see her. Not sure she would want me to go. In reality she'd probably give me a hug and buy me a beer and possibly a lap dance from another girl. In fantasy, she gives me a VIP dance alone and whispers into my ear, "I still remember everything," and she rides me, holding her close and tight to me, as I finally get to cum inside of her.
More years have passed and we've been out of touch. The last message I got from her was a text the other day saying "Happy Father's Day!" Not sure if she still strips. She has to be 30 by now. To this day, I still fantasize about her, about that night, about a reunion with her in which all my feelings, and hopefully hers, are met.
Open up to Daddy on this beautiful Sunday afternoon. You are safe with me
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