My Forbidden Cousin Confession: Unleashing Desire After Dad’s Funeral
I unlock my Private Locker now. Heart pounding. This secret’s been locked tight since that autumn day. Dad’s funeral. Cold drizzle. Leaves falling like tears I couldn’t shed. I’m Léa, 31, alone in our old house. Everyone leaves after condolences. Except Bertrand, my distant cousin. Tall, strong. His arm catches me as I shatter.
I beg him to stay. Can’t sleep alone. Anxiety claws me since childhood. He agrees. Rain lashes the manor. We shed coats. Kitchen warmth. I sob by the window. He hugs me from behind. His heat seeps in. Chest firm against my back. Wrong? Family. Distant. But my body’s waking.
Opening the Private Locker
Bed alone that night. Him in guest room. Morning. I peek? No, he showers naked, darts past. I miss him by seconds. My turn. Robe drops. Steamy mirror shows puffy eyes, full breasts, soft red bush. Hot water cascades. Shampoo foams my copper hair. Then—cold blast. Scream.
He rushes. Door ajar. I huddle, soapy, shivering. Arms cross my tits. Nipples hard from chill. He peeks. I feel his eyes. Furious, I rinse fast. Back arched, ass out, pussy glimpsed through suds. Out, robe clings wet. Tits outlined, peaks poking. Snap at him. Coffee.
Downstairs, I change. Black top hugs my curves. Red skirt. No panties. Tease him. Catch his bulge. Laugh. ‘Since when no woman?’ He bites back. I declare: live wild now. Dad gone. Propose game. Salon. Face to face. No touch. No strip. Just watch. Touch over clothes.
He sits. I lick lips. Caress tits through top. Slow circles. His pants tent. ‘Stroke if you want.’ Tension thick. Breath quick. Hand slides down skirt. Fingers graze clit. No panties. Wet already. Eyes lock. Stroke light. Build slow. His gaze fuels me. Climax hits silent. Body tenses. Waves crash.
The Raw Intimacy Unleashed
He begs to fuck. I make him stroke. Over pants. Up, down. Rough. Taunt him. But his words—’brutal jerk-off’—snap me. Fear surges. Tears. ‘Scared of losing control.’ He holds me. Tender. Minutes pass. Body heats. ‘Fuck me now.’ Kiss deep. Tongues dance.
Clothes fly. Skirt up. His cock hard, veined. I devour it. Suck deep. Gulp. Saliva drips. He laps my slit. Tongue flicks clit. Juices flow. 69 twist on tight couch. Humps his thigh. Wet trails. He groans. I suck harder. Balls tight. He erupts. Hot spurts fill mouth. Salty flood. Swallow? No—grandfather clock chimes ten.
Shock. Dad’s ritual chime. Grief hits. Vomit spills. Coffee, cum. Tears. He comforts. I push away. ‘Not now.’ He dresses. Leaves note. Number. Door shuts.
Lock snaps shut. Locker sealed. Lighter now. Thrill lingers. Secret shared. No shame. Just release. Adrenaline rush. Body remembers every pulse, every drip. Ready for more life.
