I slept with a cousin years ago. I was living by myself for quite a few years. I had an incredible time when it came to dating/flings/one night stands/fuck buddies. Stories for days. One day, this cousin of mine and I got reacquainted. We use to see each other when we were younger, eventually becoming “kissing cousins”. The last time we ever hooked up was when we were around 13. We made out, explored each other and eventually tried to give each other our virginity but to no avail because of the location we would be in. We left each other with a fire that was started. Years would go by and I’d think about her but never really pursue a hang out or anything, I was just too busy with life. Until that day. As stated before, we got reacquainted via social media and messages to eventually texts. We agreed to hang out and catch up. A small part of me wondered if this would lead to anything, but quickly dismissed that thought and just went with the flow. The night we got together, we went out for a little food and drinks and really caught up with life and each other’s journey, spending real time and quality, talking about life. As the night went on, the drinks flowed, we were closing out the bar and I knew she wasn’t in any shape to drive home. She was coherent/with it but it was better she crashed at my place.
Once we got back to my place(short drive from the bar), I gave her some clothes to get comfortable in and proceeded to have more drinks. I felt that fire ignite somewhat from all those years ago and wondered if she felt that same. As we worked on our second drink, it happened. We both went for Italy the same time. That first time as adults, her lips touching mine, I immediately felt the fire erupt. We wound up having sex for hours(yes, hours). Just about everything was on the table and we went for it. Still to this day, some of the most outstanding sex I ever had. I couldn’t help that everything felt so right.
We woke up later in the morning and capitalized the visit with one last session of rough intense sex. Then she went her way, I went mine. We kept in touch since but we’ve never spoke about it, except for one time when we both said we wish we had more time to keep that a thing. I speak to her here and there but alas, life gets in the way. I wonder often if she thinks of me and that night/morning. There are moments that I think of her still and get a little turned on. I don’t regret it, but I do wish I had more from her.
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