Natasha's Diary - Day 1, Havelock Island
Finally here. Andaman is everything the photos promised—turquoise water, white sand, air thick with salt and frangipani. The family decided on this trip to celebrate Mama's retirement: parents, uncles-aunts, and us "kids"—me at 26, working in Bangalore as a graphic designer, and Vihaan, my 19-year-old cousin brother from the Delhi side, just starting engineering college. We've always been close, more like siblings than cousins. He used to follow me around at family weddings when he was little, and I'd tease him endlessly. But this trip... something feels different. He's grown up—tall, lean muscles from cricket, those innocent eyes that linger a second too long when I wear shorts.
The resort messed up the bookings. Too many last-minute tourists. Only three villas instead of four. Parents paired off, uncles-aunts together, leaving Vihaan and me to share the beachfront one. "Arre, cousin hain, adjust kar lo," everyone said. Vihaan blushed crimson. I laughed it off, but my stomach did a flip. The villa is gorgeous—open-air, thatched roof, king bed with mosquito netting, private deck steps from the sea. One bed. One bathroom. No sofa.
Tonight, after beach barbecue, we changed turns. I wore my usual sleep shorts and tank—no bra, too humid. He came out in boxers and t-shirt, trying not to stare. We lay far apart, waves crashing, fan spinning. Couldn't sleep. Started talking—my bad dates, his zero experience. He admitted he's never even kissed anyone. Virgin. My heart raced. I scooted closer "for warmth." Our legs touched. Felt him hard against my thigh. Didn't move away. Instead, my hand "accidentally" brushed him. He froze. I whispered, "Vihaan... yeh kya hai itna sakht?" He groaned. God, the forbidden cousin desire I've buried for two years just ignited.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 1
I can't believe this is happening. Andaman is paradise, but sharing a room with Natasha di? Torture and heaven. She's always been my crush—the cool elder cousin who taught me dancing at weddings, who looks like a model in bikinis today at Radhanagar beach. 26, confident, curvy—big boobs that bounced in her top, ass perfect in shorts. I've jerked off to her pics so many times, feeling guilty because she's family.
Booking error—stuck sharing. Everyone thinks it's fine, "cousin bhai-behen jaise." But when she came out in that tiny tank, nipples poking, I almost died. Lay stiff (literally). Talked late. Admitted I'm virgin. She teased, then touched my arm, leg over mine. Felt her soft thigh on my erection. Thought I'd cum in boxers. Then her hand cupped me. "Kitna bada ho gaya hai mera chhota cousin..." I begged her to stop, said it's wrong. But she didn't. Pulled my boxers down, saw my cock—8 inches, she gasped "tera cousin se bada?" Stroked it, then took it in her mouth. Hot, wet, deep. I came in 30 seconds down her throat. She swallowed, said "kitna tasty hai mera bhatije jaisa cousin ka ras." Then guided my hand between her legs—no panties, soaking. I fingered clumsily, licked her pussy like porn. She came hard, grinding on my face. Then rode me—tight, burning heat. Lost my virginity to my cousin sister. Filled her with cum. We did it thrice. Shower sex, her bent over deck railing under stars. This forbidden cousin incest passion... I'm addicted.
Natasha's Diary - Day 2
Woke tangled in sheets, his morning wood poking my ass. Smiled, reached back, stroked him hard. Quick blowjob under netting before breakfast—swallowed again, his groans muffled. Family did snorkeling; we sneaked back "sunburnt." Marathon in villa. He ate me for ages, learning fast—tongue on clit, fingers curling inside. "Di... teri chut kitni geeli aur tasty..." His dirty talk surprised me. Rode him reverse on the deck chair, ass bouncing for him to slap. "Haan Vihaan... thappad maar apni di ki gaand pe... zor se pel!" He did, calling me his randi cousin. Anal this afternoon—lots of coconut oil from the welcome basket. Slow at first, hurt then heaven. "Phad di tune di ki gaand... ab roz maar!" Filled both holes. Emotional after—he confessed fantasizing since 17, stealing my bikini pics. I admitted noticing him differently last Diwali, his hugs lingering. Guilt hits—family downstairs laughing, unaware. But this tropical taboo cousin lust... can't stop.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 2
Best day ever. Woke to di sucking me slow, eye contact. "Subah subah cousin ka lund muh mein... kitna garam." Swallowed my load like breakfast. Snorkeling boring—kept staring at her in bikini, nipples hard from water. Back to villa, devoured her pussy—addicted to her taste. She taught positions: missionary deep, legs on shoulders. "Chod apni di ko... zor se thok... meri bachchedani bhar de!" Creampied her thrice. Then anal—tight as fuck, she begged "dheere beta jaisa... ab fast... phod de di ki gaand!" Came inside her ass. She's wild—role-played strict di punishing naughty cousin with edging, then riding till collapse. Confessed everything—jerking to her Insta stories, imagining this. She cried happy tears, said I'm her perfect lover now. Family pressure back home—she's getting "rishtas," I'm supposed to focus studies. But here, we're everything to each other.
Natasha's Diary - Day 3
Rain today—tropical downpour trapped us in. Perfect. Family played cards inside main lounge; we "napped." Fucked nonstop. Oiled massage turned slippery—titfuck first, his cock between my 36D boobs. "Di ke boobs mein chod... kitna mazaa... ab muh mein daal!" Then 69 for hour, him drinking my squirt. Standing against window, rain pouring, him pounding doggy. "Di ki moti gaand hil rahi hai... dekh kaise ripple... zor se thok cousin!" Slapped red. Tried everything—spooning slow intimate, whispering love between thrusts. He said "di... tu meri girlfriend ban ja." Heart broke a little—impossible long-term. Family wants arranged marriages, no cousin scandals. But his young stamina, devotion... no one ever made me feel this wanted. This Andaman forbidden cousin intimacy healed something in me.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 3
Rain = blessing. Locked in, naked all day. Oiled her body—massaged everywhere, fingered ass while eating pussy. Titfuck heaven—soft heavy boobs squeezing me. "Di ke boobs kitne perfect... ab andar daal chut mein!" Fucked every way. Against window—rain sound covering her screams. "Haan Vihaan... pel apni di ko... bana de pregnant agar ho sake!" Creampied deep. Emotional talks between—she's scared of family finding out, proposals coming. I said I'll fight for us. She laughed sad, "beta, society nahi manegi." But promised to keep meeting secretly—Bangalore visits, "family functions." This trip turned my shy virgin self into her lover. Confident now because of her.
Natasha's Diary - Day 4, Last Night
Final night. Bittersweet. Family bonfire on beach; we sneaked away early. Slow, passionate on deck—lantern light, waves, him entering missionary, eyes locked. "Di... I love you. More than cousin." Tears fell. Made love four times—tender then rough. He tied my wrists with bikini string, teased till begging. "Bol di... kiski randi hai tu?" "Teri... apne cousin ki!" Filled me again. Confessions: always protective, but attraction grew last two years. He's my everything now. Back to reality tomorrow—separate cities, family eyes. But we'll make it work. Stolen weekends, late calls, secret meets. This forbidden cousin bond deepened beyond lust.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 4
Last night magical. Slow fuck on deck—felt like lovers, not just sex. "Di... tu meri hai hamesha." She cried, said same. Intense after—rough doggy, anal again. "Di ki gaand mein phir daal... bhar de!" Did. Promised each other secrecy but commitment. No ending this. Back home, she'll visit "for work," I'll go Delhi "college trip." Family noticed nothing—or maybe auntie smirked? Doesn't matter. Natasha di turned my world. Not virgin anymore. Her perfect lover. Hopeful—we'll reunite soon. This Andaman secret... our beginning.
Months later—still going strong. Secret Bangalore trips, hotel nights. Family suspects nothing. She rejected proposals. I'm her secret boyfriend. This cousin incest romance? Worth every risk.
Finally here. Andaman is everything the photos promised—turquoise water, white sand, air thick with salt and frangipani. The family decided on this trip to celebrate Mama's retirement: parents, uncles-aunts, and us "kids"—me at 26, working in Bangalore as a graphic designer, and Vihaan, my 19-year-old cousin brother from the Delhi side, just starting engineering college. We've always been close, more like siblings than cousins. He used to follow me around at family weddings when he was little, and I'd tease him endlessly. But this trip... something feels different. He's grown up—tall, lean muscles from cricket, those innocent eyes that linger a second too long when I wear shorts.
The resort messed up the bookings. Too many last-minute tourists. Only three villas instead of four. Parents paired off, uncles-aunts together, leaving Vihaan and me to share the beachfront one. "Arre, cousin hain, adjust kar lo," everyone said. Vihaan blushed crimson. I laughed it off, but my stomach did a flip. The villa is gorgeous—open-air, thatched roof, king bed with mosquito netting, private deck steps from the sea. One bed. One bathroom. No sofa.
Tonight, after beach barbecue, we changed turns. I wore my usual sleep shorts and tank—no bra, too humid. He came out in boxers and t-shirt, trying not to stare. We lay far apart, waves crashing, fan spinning. Couldn't sleep. Started talking—my bad dates, his zero experience. He admitted he's never even kissed anyone. Virgin. My heart raced. I scooted closer "for warmth." Our legs touched. Felt him hard against my thigh. Didn't move away. Instead, my hand "accidentally" brushed him. He froze. I whispered, "Vihaan... yeh kya hai itna sakht?" He groaned. God, the forbidden cousin desire I've buried for two years just ignited.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 1
I can't believe this is happening. Andaman is paradise, but sharing a room with Natasha di? Torture and heaven. She's always been my crush—the cool elder cousin who taught me dancing at weddings, who looks like a model in bikinis today at Radhanagar beach. 26, confident, curvy—big boobs that bounced in her top, ass perfect in shorts. I've jerked off to her pics so many times, feeling guilty because she's family.
Booking error—stuck sharing. Everyone thinks it's fine, "cousin bhai-behen jaise." But when she came out in that tiny tank, nipples poking, I almost died. Lay stiff (literally). Talked late. Admitted I'm virgin. She teased, then touched my arm, leg over mine. Felt her soft thigh on my erection. Thought I'd cum in boxers. Then her hand cupped me. "Kitna bada ho gaya hai mera chhota cousin..." I begged her to stop, said it's wrong. But she didn't. Pulled my boxers down, saw my cock—8 inches, she gasped "tera cousin se bada?" Stroked it, then took it in her mouth. Hot, wet, deep. I came in 30 seconds down her throat. She swallowed, said "kitna tasty hai mera bhatije jaisa cousin ka ras." Then guided my hand between her legs—no panties, soaking. I fingered clumsily, licked her pussy like porn. She came hard, grinding on my face. Then rode me—tight, burning heat. Lost my virginity to my cousin sister. Filled her with cum. We did it thrice. Shower sex, her bent over deck railing under stars. This forbidden cousin incest passion... I'm addicted.
Natasha's Diary - Day 2
Woke tangled in sheets, his morning wood poking my ass. Smiled, reached back, stroked him hard. Quick blowjob under netting before breakfast—swallowed again, his groans muffled. Family did snorkeling; we sneaked back "sunburnt." Marathon in villa. He ate me for ages, learning fast—tongue on clit, fingers curling inside. "Di... teri chut kitni geeli aur tasty..." His dirty talk surprised me. Rode him reverse on the deck chair, ass bouncing for him to slap. "Haan Vihaan... thappad maar apni di ki gaand pe... zor se pel!" He did, calling me his randi cousin. Anal this afternoon—lots of coconut oil from the welcome basket. Slow at first, hurt then heaven. "Phad di tune di ki gaand... ab roz maar!" Filled both holes. Emotional after—he confessed fantasizing since 17, stealing my bikini pics. I admitted noticing him differently last Diwali, his hugs lingering. Guilt hits—family downstairs laughing, unaware. But this tropical taboo cousin lust... can't stop.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 2
Best day ever. Woke to di sucking me slow, eye contact. "Subah subah cousin ka lund muh mein... kitna garam." Swallowed my load like breakfast. Snorkeling boring—kept staring at her in bikini, nipples hard from water. Back to villa, devoured her pussy—addicted to her taste. She taught positions: missionary deep, legs on shoulders. "Chod apni di ko... zor se thok... meri bachchedani bhar de!" Creampied her thrice. Then anal—tight as fuck, she begged "dheere beta jaisa... ab fast... phod de di ki gaand!" Came inside her ass. She's wild—role-played strict di punishing naughty cousin with edging, then riding till collapse. Confessed everything—jerking to her Insta stories, imagining this. She cried happy tears, said I'm her perfect lover now. Family pressure back home—she's getting "rishtas," I'm supposed to focus studies. But here, we're everything to each other.
Natasha's Diary - Day 3
Rain today—tropical downpour trapped us in. Perfect. Family played cards inside main lounge; we "napped." Fucked nonstop. Oiled massage turned slippery—titfuck first, his cock between my 36D boobs. "Di ke boobs mein chod... kitna mazaa... ab muh mein daal!" Then 69 for hour, him drinking my squirt. Standing against window, rain pouring, him pounding doggy. "Di ki moti gaand hil rahi hai... dekh kaise ripple... zor se thok cousin!" Slapped red. Tried everything—spooning slow intimate, whispering love between thrusts. He said "di... tu meri girlfriend ban ja." Heart broke a little—impossible long-term. Family wants arranged marriages, no cousin scandals. But his young stamina, devotion... no one ever made me feel this wanted. This Andaman forbidden cousin intimacy healed something in me.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 3
Rain = blessing. Locked in, naked all day. Oiled her body—massaged everywhere, fingered ass while eating pussy. Titfuck heaven—soft heavy boobs squeezing me. "Di ke boobs kitne perfect... ab andar daal chut mein!" Fucked every way. Against window—rain sound covering her screams. "Haan Vihaan... pel apni di ko... bana de pregnant agar ho sake!" Creampied deep. Emotional talks between—she's scared of family finding out, proposals coming. I said I'll fight for us. She laughed sad, "beta, society nahi manegi." But promised to keep meeting secretly—Bangalore visits, "family functions." This trip turned my shy virgin self into her lover. Confident now because of her.
Natasha's Diary - Day 4, Last Night
Final night. Bittersweet. Family bonfire on beach; we sneaked away early. Slow, passionate on deck—lantern light, waves, him entering missionary, eyes locked. "Di... I love you. More than cousin." Tears fell. Made love four times—tender then rough. He tied my wrists with bikini string, teased till begging. "Bol di... kiski randi hai tu?" "Teri... apne cousin ki!" Filled me again. Confessions: always protective, but attraction grew last two years. He's my everything now. Back to reality tomorrow—separate cities, family eyes. But we'll make it work. Stolen weekends, late calls, secret meets. This forbidden cousin bond deepened beyond lust.
Vihaan's Diary - Day 4
Last night magical. Slow fuck on deck—felt like lovers, not just sex. "Di... tu meri hai hamesha." She cried, said same. Intense after—rough doggy, anal again. "Di ki gaand mein phir daal... bhar de!" Did. Promised each other secrecy but commitment. No ending this. Back home, she'll visit "for work," I'll go Delhi "college trip." Family noticed nothing—or maybe auntie smirked? Doesn't matter. Natasha di turned my world. Not virgin anymore. Her perfect lover. Hopeful—we'll reunite soon. This Andaman secret... our beginning.
Months later—still going strong. Secret Bangalore trips, hotel nights. Family suspects nothing. She rejected proposals. I'm her secret boyfriend. This cousin incest romance? Worth every risk.