The house smelled of jasmine and coconut oil the night I finally fucked my cousin Meena. We were both twenty-three, home for the summer in our grandmothers big old Tamil house outside Chennai, the kind with thick walls and narrow verandas where the whole family still crammed together during vacations. I had been jerking off to the thought of her for yearsthose heavy tits under her thin nighties, the way her ass swayed when she walked to the well in the mornings. She knew it too. The looks she gave me across the dinner table were pure filth.
That night the power went out. Everyone else was asleep on mats in the main hall, the slow creak of the ceiling fan the only sound. Meena slipped into the small side room where I was lying on a thin mattress, wearing nothing but a loose salwar kameez that clung to her skin in the heat. She shut the door behind her.
Lock it, I said, voice low.
She turned the bolt. Theyll hear us if youre loud.
I dont give a fuck.
She dropped to her knees right there on the cool tile floor and yanked my lungi open. My cock sprang out, already hard and leaking. Meena wrapped her fingers around the base and licked the head in one slow, wet stripe. Been wanting this fat thing since you got here, she whispered, then sucked me deep, gagging softly when it hit the back of her throat.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth in short, dirty thrusts. Spit ran down her chin onto her chest. She moaned around me, the vibration making my balls tighten. When I pulled her off she gasped, lips shiny, and pulled the kameez over her head. Her tits were full and dark-nippled, heavy enough to swing when she moved. She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, and rubbed her wet cunt along my shaft without taking me inside yet.
Feel how soaked I am for you? she hissed. Been dripping all day thinking about my own cousin stretching me open.
I reached down and slapped her clit a few times, making her jerk. Then I grabbed her hips and slammed up into her in one thrust. Meena bit her forearm to keep from crying out as I bottomed out. Her pussy was tight and hot, gripping me like it never wanted to let go. I fucked her hard from below, the wet slap of skin loud in the dark room. She leaned forward, tits in my face, and I sucked a nipple hard while she rode me.
We changed positions fastme on top, pounding her into the mattress, then her on all fours so I could watch my cock disappear into her from behind. I spread her ass cheeks and spat on her hole, thumbing it while I kept fucking her cunt. She pushed back against me, whispering filthy Tamil mixed with English: Dai, harder fuck your family slut fill me up.
I came first, pumping thick ropes deep inside her. She kept riding until she shook and clenched around me, her own orgasm making her thighs tremble. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cum leaking out around my cock.
Later, when we heard footsteps in the hall, we froze. But the door stayed locked. Meena smiled in the dark, already reaching for me again. Round two before morning, she whispered, and I was already getting hard.
We spent the rest of the week sneaking off whenever we couldbehind the banana trees at dusk, in the bathroom with the tap running to cover the sounds, even once in the kitchen while everyone else watched TV. Each time was rawer, dirtier. She let me fuck her ass one night, biting the pillow while I worked my cock into that tight ring. Another afternoon she jerked me off under the table during lunch, milking me into her palm and licking it clean when no one was looking.
By the time the vacation ended we were both markedbite bruises on her tits, scratches down my back. We never talked about it afterward, but every family gathering since, the heat is still there in her eyes. And I know the next time the power goes out, shell find me again.