My name is Karan, and I’m 25 years old, working in Mumbai as a software engineer. This story is about the most unforgettable week of my life, during my cousin sister Neha’s wedding last year in Jaipur. Neha is actually my mausi’s daughter, so we’re cousins, but we grew up almost like brother and sister. We used to play together during summer vacations at nani’s house, but after we hit puberty, things changed. I started noticing how stunning she was becoming.
Neha was 22 then, pursuing her MBA in Delhi. She had the perfect hourglass figure – 34-26-36. Her boobs were firm and round, always pushing against her kurtis or tops. Her ass was bubbly and tight, especially in those leggings she loved wearing. Fair skin, long wavy hair, big doe eyes, and plump lips that looked made for kissing… or more. We had always been close, teasing each other, but I had secretly jerked off thinking about her many times. I never thought anything would happen – she was getting married to some guy her parents arranged.
The wedding was a big fat Rajasthani affair – five days of functions, relatives everywhere, haldi, mehendi, sangeet, and the main ceremony. The whole family stayed in a huge heritage resort near Jaipur. I reached two days before the mehendi.
When I saw Neha for the first time at the resort, my heart skipped. She was in a yellow lehenga for haldi, the blouse low-cut, showing off her deep cleavage glistening with oil. She ran to me and hugged tightly.
“Karan bhaiya! You came!” she squealed, pressing her soft boobs against me. I hugged back, feeling my dick stir.
“Not bhaiya, just Karan,” I teased. “You’re looking… wow.”
She blushed and twirled. “Thank you. It’s been so long.”
We spent the whole day together – applying haldi, dancing, clicking photos. At night during mehendi, she sat getting henna on her hands and feet, wearing a green backless choli that showed her smooth back and side boob. I sat beside her, feeding her snacks since her hands were occupied.
We talked about everything – her studies, my job, her fiancé (some boring banker named Vikram). She complained he was too serious, no fun. “I wish he was more like you – adventurous, funny.”
I felt a spark. Our eyes locked longer than usual.
That night, the resort had separate wings for boys and girls, but cousins were allowed to hang out. Around 1 AM, everyone was asleep after the functions. Neha messaged me on WhatsApp: “Can’t sleep. Come to the terrace?”
I sneaked out and went up. She was there in a simple nighty, no bra, her nipples visible in the moonlight. We sat on the swing, legs touching.
“It’s weird, na? Tomorrow mehendi, then wedding… I’m getting married,” she said softly.
“You happy?” I asked.
She hesitated. “Parents are happy. Vikram is decent. But… I don’t know. I feel like I haven’t lived yet.”
We talked deep – about dreams, fears. Then she said, “Remember when we were kids, we used to play husband-wife?”
I laughed. “Yeah. And you always made me kiss you on cheek.”
She turned to me. “What if… we play now? Just once. For old times.”
My heart pounded. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. But she turned her face, and our lips met. Soft, tentative at first, then she opened her mouth. We kissed deeply, tongues dancing. My hand went to her waist, pulling her closer. Her boobs pressed against my chest.
We made out for 15 minutes, hands roaming but not too far. Then she pulled back, breathing hard. “This is wrong, Karan… we’re cousins.”
“But it feels right,” I whispered.
She smiled shyly and left.
Next day was sangeet. She danced sensually in a red lehenga, eyes on me the whole time. After the party, she messaged again: “My room. Door unlocked. Come after 2 AM.”
I waited till everyone slept and sneaked into the girls’ wing. Her room was shared with two younger cousins, but they were knocked out. She was waiting on her bed in a short nighty.
As soon as I closed the door, she jumped on me, kissing wildly. We fell on the bed. I removed her nighty – she was completely naked underneath. Her body was perfect – pink nipples, flat stomach, shaved chut with small lips.
“Neha… you’re a virgin?” I asked, seeing her nervousness.
She nodded. “Yes. I saved it… but now I want it to be you.”
I kissed her everywhere – neck, boobs, sucking her nipples hard till she moaned softly to not wake others. I went down, spread her legs, and licked her chut gently. She was already wet. Her taste was sweet. I flicked her clit, inserted tongue inside. She grabbed my hair, biting her lip to stifle moans.
“Karan… it feels so good… don’t stop…”
She came quickly, body shaking, juices on my tongue.
Then she pulled my pants down. My 7.5-inch lund was throbbing. She stared wide-eyed. “It’s so big…”
She stroked it, then hesitantly licked the tip. I guided her – she took it in mouth, sucking slowly, learning. Her warm mouth felt amazing. I face-fucked her gently, then pulled out before cumming.
I wore a condom (I had brought some, hoping). Positioned between her legs in missionary. Rubbed my dick on her chut.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded. “Make me yours, Karan.”
I pushed slowly. She was tight – very tight. Head went in, she winced. “Ahh… dard ho raha…”
I kissed her, waited, then pushed more. Half in, she teared up. I thrust gently till fully inside. Blood trickled a little – her virginity taken.
We stayed still till she adjusted. Then she moved her hips. “Now… fuck me.”
I started slow strokes. Her pain turned to pleasure. “Faster… yes… ahhh…”
I pounded harder, her boobs bouncing. She wrapped legs around me. We kissed as I fucked her virgin chut.
I came inside the condom after 10 minutes. She also climaxed again, nails digging my back.
We cuddled naked, whispering sweet things. But I got hard again soon.
Second round – she on top. I taught her to ride. She was awkward at first but soon bounced like a pro, grinding her clit. Her boobs in my face – I sucked them. She rode fast, moaning “Karan… I love your lund…”
We came together.
We slept a little, then third round – doggy. Her ass was perfect. I entered from behind, grabbing her hips. Slapped her ass lightly. “Neha… your gaand is amazing…”
“Chod mujhe zor se… make me your randi…”
I fucked hard, pulling her hair. Filled another condom.
We did it twice more that night – once 69 (she loved sucking while I licked), and spooning slow fuck.
Morning came too soon. She sneaked me out.
The next days were torture – wedding functions, but we stole moments. Quick kisses in corridors, I fingered her in the garden behind bushes during photos, she gave me handjob in the car back seat while others slept.
On the wedding day, she looked like a goddess in red bridal lehenga. During vidaai, she cried – but I knew some tears were for us.
After wedding, the groom’s side left, but our family stayed one more day. That night, Neha messaged: “Come to pool side. 3 AM.”
The resort pool was empty. She came in a bikini – she had bought it secretly. We swam naked, then fucked in the water – me sitting on steps, her riding me. Water splashing with her bounces.
Then on the lounge chair – missionary under stars. No condom this time – she was on pills secretly.
I came deep inside her chut. “Fill me, Karan… I want your seed…”
We fucked three times that night – water, chair, and on grass.
Next morning, everyone left. We promised to meet soon.
But the story didn’t end. Two months later, she messaged – her husband was boring in bed, quick 5-minute sex, no foreplay. She missed me.
I took leave and went to Delhi where she lived with in-laws. Her husband traveled often for work.
First visit – we fucked the whole weekend. She had become bolder – deep throat blowjobs, anal fingering, role play as newlywed bride again.
We tried everything – bondage (tied her with dupatta), oil massage turning sex, watching porn together.
One time, we did it in her marital bed while in-laws were at temple.
She loved doggy most – “Pound me like a bitch…”
I ate her ass too – tongue in her gaand hole. She squirted first time.
Over the year, I visited whenever possible. She said sex with husband was duty, but with me was passion.
Once during Karwa Chauth, husband fasted with her, but at night he slept early. She called me over – we fucked while she was in full solah shringar, sindoor and all. Felt extra taboo.
I came on her mangalsutra.
Now, a year later, she’s pregnant – husband thinks it’s his, but we know the timing… it could be mine. She’s happy either way.
We still meet secretly. Our forbidden love continues.
This was my hottest experience – taking my cousin’s virginity and turning her into my personal slut.
Neha was 22 then, pursuing her MBA in Delhi. She had the perfect hourglass figure – 34-26-36. Her boobs were firm and round, always pushing against her kurtis or tops. Her ass was bubbly and tight, especially in those leggings she loved wearing. Fair skin, long wavy hair, big doe eyes, and plump lips that looked made for kissing… or more. We had always been close, teasing each other, but I had secretly jerked off thinking about her many times. I never thought anything would happen – she was getting married to some guy her parents arranged.
The wedding was a big fat Rajasthani affair – five days of functions, relatives everywhere, haldi, mehendi, sangeet, and the main ceremony. The whole family stayed in a huge heritage resort near Jaipur. I reached two days before the mehendi.
When I saw Neha for the first time at the resort, my heart skipped. She was in a yellow lehenga for haldi, the blouse low-cut, showing off her deep cleavage glistening with oil. She ran to me and hugged tightly.
“Karan bhaiya! You came!” she squealed, pressing her soft boobs against me. I hugged back, feeling my dick stir.
“Not bhaiya, just Karan,” I teased. “You’re looking… wow.”
She blushed and twirled. “Thank you. It’s been so long.”
We spent the whole day together – applying haldi, dancing, clicking photos. At night during mehendi, she sat getting henna on her hands and feet, wearing a green backless choli that showed her smooth back and side boob. I sat beside her, feeding her snacks since her hands were occupied.
We talked about everything – her studies, my job, her fiancé (some boring banker named Vikram). She complained he was too serious, no fun. “I wish he was more like you – adventurous, funny.”
I felt a spark. Our eyes locked longer than usual.
That night, the resort had separate wings for boys and girls, but cousins were allowed to hang out. Around 1 AM, everyone was asleep after the functions. Neha messaged me on WhatsApp: “Can’t sleep. Come to the terrace?”
I sneaked out and went up. She was there in a simple nighty, no bra, her nipples visible in the moonlight. We sat on the swing, legs touching.
“It’s weird, na? Tomorrow mehendi, then wedding… I’m getting married,” she said softly.
“You happy?” I asked.
She hesitated. “Parents are happy. Vikram is decent. But… I don’t know. I feel like I haven’t lived yet.”
We talked deep – about dreams, fears. Then she said, “Remember when we were kids, we used to play husband-wife?”
I laughed. “Yeah. And you always made me kiss you on cheek.”
She turned to me. “What if… we play now? Just once. For old times.”
My heart pounded. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. But she turned her face, and our lips met. Soft, tentative at first, then she opened her mouth. We kissed deeply, tongues dancing. My hand went to her waist, pulling her closer. Her boobs pressed against my chest.
We made out for 15 minutes, hands roaming but not too far. Then she pulled back, breathing hard. “This is wrong, Karan… we’re cousins.”
“But it feels right,” I whispered.
She smiled shyly and left.
Next day was sangeet. She danced sensually in a red lehenga, eyes on me the whole time. After the party, she messaged again: “My room. Door unlocked. Come after 2 AM.”
I waited till everyone slept and sneaked into the girls’ wing. Her room was shared with two younger cousins, but they were knocked out. She was waiting on her bed in a short nighty.
As soon as I closed the door, she jumped on me, kissing wildly. We fell on the bed. I removed her nighty – she was completely naked underneath. Her body was perfect – pink nipples, flat stomach, shaved chut with small lips.
“Neha… you’re a virgin?” I asked, seeing her nervousness.
She nodded. “Yes. I saved it… but now I want it to be you.”
I kissed her everywhere – neck, boobs, sucking her nipples hard till she moaned softly to not wake others. I went down, spread her legs, and licked her chut gently. She was already wet. Her taste was sweet. I flicked her clit, inserted tongue inside. She grabbed my hair, biting her lip to stifle moans.
“Karan… it feels so good… don’t stop…”
She came quickly, body shaking, juices on my tongue.
Then she pulled my pants down. My 7.5-inch lund was throbbing. She stared wide-eyed. “It’s so big…”
She stroked it, then hesitantly licked the tip. I guided her – she took it in mouth, sucking slowly, learning. Her warm mouth felt amazing. I face-fucked her gently, then pulled out before cumming.
I wore a condom (I had brought some, hoping). Positioned between her legs in missionary. Rubbed my dick on her chut.
“Ready?” I asked.
She nodded. “Make me yours, Karan.”
I pushed slowly. She was tight – very tight. Head went in, she winced. “Ahh… dard ho raha…”
I kissed her, waited, then pushed more. Half in, she teared up. I thrust gently till fully inside. Blood trickled a little – her virginity taken.
We stayed still till she adjusted. Then she moved her hips. “Now… fuck me.”
I started slow strokes. Her pain turned to pleasure. “Faster… yes… ahhh…”
I pounded harder, her boobs bouncing. She wrapped legs around me. We kissed as I fucked her virgin chut.
I came inside the condom after 10 minutes. She also climaxed again, nails digging my back.
We cuddled naked, whispering sweet things. But I got hard again soon.
Second round – she on top. I taught her to ride. She was awkward at first but soon bounced like a pro, grinding her clit. Her boobs in my face – I sucked them. She rode fast, moaning “Karan… I love your lund…”
We came together.
We slept a little, then third round – doggy. Her ass was perfect. I entered from behind, grabbing her hips. Slapped her ass lightly. “Neha… your gaand is amazing…”
“Chod mujhe zor se… make me your randi…”
I fucked hard, pulling her hair. Filled another condom.
We did it twice more that night – once 69 (she loved sucking while I licked), and spooning slow fuck.
Morning came too soon. She sneaked me out.
The next days were torture – wedding functions, but we stole moments. Quick kisses in corridors, I fingered her in the garden behind bushes during photos, she gave me handjob in the car back seat while others slept.
On the wedding day, she looked like a goddess in red bridal lehenga. During vidaai, she cried – but I knew some tears were for us.
After wedding, the groom’s side left, but our family stayed one more day. That night, Neha messaged: “Come to pool side. 3 AM.”
The resort pool was empty. She came in a bikini – she had bought it secretly. We swam naked, then fucked in the water – me sitting on steps, her riding me. Water splashing with her bounces.
Then on the lounge chair – missionary under stars. No condom this time – she was on pills secretly.
I came deep inside her chut. “Fill me, Karan… I want your seed…”
We fucked three times that night – water, chair, and on grass.
Next morning, everyone left. We promised to meet soon.
But the story didn’t end. Two months later, she messaged – her husband was boring in bed, quick 5-minute sex, no foreplay. She missed me.
I took leave and went to Delhi where she lived with in-laws. Her husband traveled often for work.
First visit – we fucked the whole weekend. She had become bolder – deep throat blowjobs, anal fingering, role play as newlywed bride again.
We tried everything – bondage (tied her with dupatta), oil massage turning sex, watching porn together.
One time, we did it in her marital bed while in-laws were at temple.
She loved doggy most – “Pound me like a bitch…”
I ate her ass too – tongue in her gaand hole. She squirted first time.
Over the year, I visited whenever possible. She said sex with husband was duty, but with me was passion.
Once during Karwa Chauth, husband fasted with her, but at night he slept early. She called me over – we fucked while she was in full solah shringar, sindoor and all. Felt extra taboo.
I came on her mangalsutra.
Now, a year later, she’s pregnant – husband thinks it’s his, but we know the timing… it could be mine. She’s happy either way.
We still meet secretly. Our forbidden love continues.
This was my hottest experience – taking my cousin’s virginity and turning her into my personal slut.