The best start to the holidays

After acing my last exam, I came home and collapsed on the couch, wondering what to do with myself. I wouldn't say I'm a loner, but that summer, there was absolutely no one to hang out with. I had broken up with my boyfriend a couple of months ago and wasn't looking for a new relationship. Plus, I had made the mistake of introducing my best friend from college to my childhood friend. They started dating and spent most of their time together.

I was just pondering my loneliness when Ilya, my cousin, called my parents to ask if he could stay with us while he applied to university—he lived in some village in the

Krasnodar region. Actually, besides us, his father—my uncle and my dad's brother—also lived in Moscow. But since Uncle Pasha lived with his new, unbearable wife Marina, staying with them was not an option for Ilya at all.

So, in the middle of summer, my cousin arrived. I have to give him credit, he was good-looking—at 18, he looked quite powerful. Huge arms that seemed like they could juggle three of me. A pumped-up, mighty chest visible through his t-shirt. Yeah, with someone like him, walking through dark alleys at night wouldn't be scary. This whole "wardrobe" image was topped off with a sullen face.

All I knew about Ilya was that he had recently finished his military service and that he was a master of sports in swimming. The last time I saw him, we were about 6 years old. Then his parents divorced, and Ilya and his mother moved to her historical homeland. Later, we exchanged a few messages online, but not very actively.

Ilya settled into my younger brother's room. Nikita was spending his school holidays with our grandma in the village. After getting orders from my parents, who were leaving for work, to "entertain" our guest, I went to make breakfast. Ilya was still asleep. Without overthinking it, I made scrambled eggs. I needed to wake my brother, but I was somehow afraid to enter the room of a sexually mature, barely familiar guy. Gathering my thoughts, I knocked. Nothing happened. Then I knocked louder. No reaction. I dared to go in.

Ilya was sleeping on his back, uncovered. He was wearing athletic shorts. Lucky his girlfriend... By the way, does he have a girlfriend? Of course he does, how could such a handsome guy not have a girlfriend? On the other hand, I don't have a boyfriend, even though I think I'm just as attractive as he is. My figure is just right—a neat size B chest, a thin waist, a toned butt...

"Ilyukha!" I said loudly. "Ilyush! Breakfast is waiting."

At the table, I caught his gaze on my chest a couple of times. At first, I felt a bit awkward that my nipples were showing through my tank top, but wearing a bra in such heat was definitely a punishment.

"Are you going to submit the documents yourself? Or should I go with you?"

"Well, actually, I wanted to ask you to come with me. If it's not too much trouble."

There was absolutely nothing to do at home, so I went with him. We returned late in the evening—we had been walking around Moscow. My parents weren't home. Probably went to the village to visit grandma and Nikitos. .оrg I made tea, and Ilyukha and I plopped down on my bed to watch TV. But what did I care about those clowns on screen when the ideal of my man was lying next to me? He's probably good in bed... It couldn't be otherwise. Oh, all I needed was to get wet over my own cousin. My nipples betrayed me by hardening.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Ilya suddenly asked.

"No. Is that a pickup line?" I laughed, though I really wanted it to be true. Ilya laughed in response:

"Sort of!"

How I wanted him to kiss me! Maybe it was because I hadn't had sex in a long time, and good sex even longer. Or maybe my cousin was just too hot. I couldn't hold back and put my hand on his chest. I touched Ilya's bare, pumped-up abs and said:

"I want ones like that too."

My God, what nonsense am I saying? Why do I need male abs? But the train had left the station, and I was already showing him my stomach. Touching it, Ilya said:

"Yours isn't bad either. And your chest is even better," he grinned.

He's looking at my chest. Isn't that what I wanted? It is. So why do I feel like I've already turned bright red? As if checking his words, I started touching his chest. To say it was wet in my panties is an understatement; my pussy was burning with how much it wanted to sit on his hard cock. Which, by the way, was slightly tenting my cousin's shorts. For a second, I lost my mind, and then we were kissing. No, not kissing—making out! How did this happen? This is my cousin! This shouldn't be happening! I had neither the desire nor the strength to resist.

His kisses moved down to my neck. It feels like my heart is about to jump out of my chest. I moaned.

"I want you," I whispered.

Strong hands effortlessly picked me up, and I found myself sitting on Ilya's cock. How hard he is! I want, I want, I want!!! I want to ride him, I want to bounce on him, I want to cum! My skirt rode up, and I was rubbing my panties against his shorts. Probably, there's already a wet spot on his shorts.

Ilya, with a practiced motion, pulled my tank top off and flipped me onto my back, looming over me with his huge body. His lips descended to my nipples. Running my hands through my cousin's hair, I started pushing his head lower, toward my pussy. Ilya took off my skirt and wet thong. I felt a sharp little tongue on my clit. I was moaning without shame now. Ilya was clearly experienced in these matters. When he felt my orgasm approaching, he would ease up with his tongue, not letting me finish. I couldn't take it anymore.

Pulling my cousin's head back to my face, I kissed him passionately on the lips, slightly salty from my juices, and he rolled onto his back. I don't know when he managed to take off his shorts. With a sharp movement, his cock entered me. A big, hard cock was fucking me, and I was screaming for the whole room to hear. The windows were open, and I think I could be heard on the street. The thought that we might be heard washed a new wave of arousal over me; I had never been this turned on before.

Ilya slapped my butt hard, and that's when the orgasm hit me. All my previous orgasms paled in comparison to this one. I screamed, shook, shuddered. Yes, yes, yes, this is exactly what I wanted, exactly what I dreamed of!

My cousin abruptly pulled out of me and grabbed his cock in his hand. After a few strokes, he groaned hoarsely, and his cock shot cum. My cousin came all over my stomach and chest, then collapsed onto his back next to me, breathing heavily and exhausted.

Barely finding the strength to get up, I went to the bathroom. A flushed and disheveled girl looked back at me from the mirror. Smiling at her slightly, I turned on the water to wash my face. I'm covered in cum, I need to wash completely. My cousin came into the bathroom. He smirked slightly and smeared cum on my nipple with his finger. I felt arousal building in my pussy again. Do I really still have the energy for this?

Ilya and I got into the shower together. Looking into my eyes, he kissed me gently. I felt his penis getting hard again. I wanted to take him in my mouth, so I got on my knees and started sucking him passionately. His hands, tangled in my hair, guided my head. Ilya began thrusting into my mouth more and more frequently. Soon, he came in my mouth, we washed up, and went to sleep.

In the morning, I woke up to someone licking my clit...