We grew up together in the same joint family house in Delhi, me and my cousin Anjali. She was always the bold one, two years younger but acting like she owned the place. At 24 and 22 we were both adults now, but the old rules still hung around until that humid July night when the power went out and everyone else was at the temple function.
Anjali came to my room wearing just a thin cotton nightie, nothing underneath. "It's too hot to sleep alone," she said, shutting the door. Her nipples were already hard against the fabric. I didn't waste time with talk. I grabbed her waist, pulled her close and kissed her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth. She moaned and pressed her tits against my chest.
"Finally," she muttered, yanking my shorts down. My cock sprang out, already stiff. She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking fast. "I've wanted this dick for years, cousin."
I pushed her onto the bed, flipped the nightie up and spread her legs. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already wet. I dove in, licking her clit in rough circles while two fingers slid inside her. She tasted sweet and salty. Anjali bucked her hips, grinding on my face. "Fuck yes, eat that cunt," she hissed. I sucked her swollen lips and pumped my fingers deeper until she came hard, thighs clamping my head, juices running down my chin.
She didn't even catch her breath before she pulled me up and onto my back. Anjali climbed on, grabbed my cock and sank down in one go. Her tight pussy stretched around me, hot and slick. She rode hard from the start, slamming down so her ass slapped my thighs. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I reached up and pinched her nipples, twisting them the way she liked.
"Harder, fuck your cousin harder," she growled. I met her thrusts, driving up into her. The wet sounds filled the dark room. Sweat made everything slippery. She leaned forward so I could suck her tits, biting the nipples while she kept bouncing.
I flipped us over, put her on all fours and slammed back inside from behind.
Her ass was round and perfect. I gripped her hips and pounded, balls slapping against her. Anjali reached back and spread her cheeks wider for me. "Deeper, fill that hole," she begged. I spat on her asshole and rubbed it with my thumb while I fucked her cunt raw. She came again, pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock.
I wasn't done. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back and shoved back in. Missionary this time, legs over my shoulders so I could go balls deep. Her eyes rolled back as I hammered her. "Tell me you love cousin cock," I ordered.
"I love it, I fucking love my cousin's cock," she gasped. I reached between us and rubbed her clit fast. She came a third time, screaming into the pillow so the family wouldn't hear. Her whole body shook.
I pulled out at the last second, straddled her chest and stroked my cock over her open mouth. Thick ropes of cum shot across her tongue and face. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her lips like it was the best thing she'd tasted.
We lay there panting in the heat, sticky and satisfied. Anjali grinned and stroked my softening cock. "This is just the start," she whispered. "Next time I want it in my ass."
The power came back on an hour later, but we stayed in the room until dawn, fucking twice more before the house woke up. No one suspected a thing.
