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It was 1:30 in the night when Rodney and I had made it back to the motel. Mom was at the beach, pleasing Michael bhaiya and his friends at the bachelor’s party. Rodney had the keys. I followed him into the room.
We got into our separate beds. The image of mom being nailed by so many men kept playing in my head over and over again. I couldn’t sleep even if I tried. I was a complete dummy when it came to sex back then. I had never done it myself, nor had I been told about it.
The lamp on the table separating our beds was still on. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling above, but I could hardly see it. My focus wasn’t on the ceiling but on what I had seen on the beach. My mom’s naked body was devoured by Michael bhaiya and his friends.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt an itch between my thighs. I rubbed my thighs together, but it didn’t do me any good.
“What is it that they do?” Rodney said at last.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, “I think mom calls it fuck. I think I heard it the first night we watched them do it in Grand D’s room.”
“My pee-pee swells up every time I see your mom do that. I just keep imagining her naked. I know she’s my aunt, and I shouldn’t think like that about her. But I can’t get that image out of my head,” he admitted.
“It’s ok. Even I keep thinking about that,” I said reassuringly.
“Does your pee-pee swell up too?” he asked innocently.
Rodney was just like me back then. He, too, had no idea of sex. What it is and why it’s done or what it does. Just like me, he had never even heard of it.
“No, mine doesn’t swell up, but it gets wet and itches a lot. Even right now, it is itching. And no matter how much I scratch, it just doesn’t go away. And all I could think of is Michael bhaiya and others and their pee-pees. I want to hold it in my hand. Taste it as mom did. I wish I could,” I trailed off.
“Their pee-pee is so big. Mine is so small in their comparison,” he said, dejected.
“Hey, can I see it?” I asked curiously.
“See what? My pee-pee!”
“Yes,” I said firmly, “I want to hold it. Maybe that would help me with my itch and help you with your swelling.”
“We could try,” he said, unsure.
“Great!” I exclaimed with joy.
I got out of my bed and jumped into his. I grabbed the shoestring of his pants and pulled. I tucked his waistband and looked at him in an inquiring manner. He smiled and nodded to give his consent. I pulled his track pants and his underwear down to his ankles.
His cock was not as big as Michael bhaiya’s or of his friends’ or Uncle Russell’s or Grand D’s. But when I took it in my hand, it was rock hard and felt warm.
“Michael bhaiya, uncle Russell, Grand D, and others, theirs were bigger,” I remarked.
“I don’t know how they got their pee-pee so big,” Rodney concurred.
“Why are you calling it pee-pee!”
“What should I call it then?” he asked innocently.
“I think mom called it a cock or dick,” I mused.
“Isn’t cock a bird! And dick is the name of a person! It sounds weird,” he remarked critically.
“That’s what they called it,” I said vaguely, “let’s call it a cock from now on.”
“If that’s what you want,” he shrugged, “I think Aunt Sulekha kissed the tip when we saw her in Grand D’s room,” he added later.
“You want me to do that?” I ask for confirmation.
“If we do it, let’s do it properly,” Rodney replied.
“Alright, then, little cousin, here goes nothing,” I sighed.
I pulled the foreskin of his white cock down and planted a kiss on the tip. He giggled, and so did I. It was a different experience for us, and neither of us was shy. We were just incredibly curious and excited.
I tried to recall everything that I saw my mom do to men and tried to recreate it exactly. I pulled his dick upright and took it whole in my mouth. Rodney sighed. I bobbed my head. I licked and sucked his balls while jerking his cock. I put it again in my mouth and shagged it as I sucked it.
He was moaning. The pleasure showed on his face. His white cheeks had gone red. I could feel his cock stiffening in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and held my head firm in its place. He grunted like his dad and others and shot his load in my mouth.
“What the hell!” I snarled. His cum dripped from my mouth, “this was supposed to be poured down there,” I pointed towards my pussy, “not in my mouth.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control it,” Rodney said apologetically.
“It’s ok,” I replied. Back then, I had no idea I could have swallowed it. I spat it on the floor, “at least your cock is not swollen anymore. It’s shrinking. Is it supposed to shrink?”
“Usually, it remains soft and small. I guess it’s supposed to do that. How about your itch? Has it gone?” he quizzed me out of genuine care.
“No, it’s still there and getting stronger,” I answered.
“I remember that my dad licked your mom’s pee-pee. Maybe if I do the same to you, it could help,” Rodney suggested.
“Let’s give it a shot,” I concurred.
I started to undress. I took off my top and tossed it on the chair. Next, I pulled my pyjamas down and kicked them off.
“Hey, can I take them off for you?” Rodney asked for my permission.
“Sure,” I shrugged.
I moved closer to him. He struggled with the hook of my bra. After I unhooked it for him, he gently pulled the straps down and removed them completely.
“Wow!” Rodney let out a long sigh as he cupped my boobs in his hands, “it feels so different. I can’t describe the feeling. It’s just amazing.”
He grabbed my panties and pulled them down. I noticed a wet patch as he was taking them off. If holding my breasts was an experience like no other, seeing my wet cunt had blown his mind away.
I lay on the bed, completely naked, before my young cousin. He took off his shirt and looked at me with an inquiring gaze. I mused as I tried to remember what mom had done. I remember Uncle Russell licking her vagina. I spread my legs and asked Rodney to lick my cunt.
He was a complete novice. To be fair, so was I. He missed the spot altogether, and I could hardly feel anything. But after I directed them to the spot. Neither of us felt awkward.
It was something that had engaged our curiosity since we saw my mom being fucked by Grand D, Michael bhaiya, and Uncle Russell (Rodney’s dad) on my first night arriving in Dallas.
His licking of my pussy didn’t aid in soothing my itching at all. On the contrary, it got aggravated.
“Ahh, Rodney,” I let out a moan as I clutched the pillow under my head.
“How’s your itching?” he asked sincerely.
“It’s even worse,” I squealed.
“What should I do?” he inquired.
“I think you need to drive your cock inside my pussy,” I replied.
He concurred. His dick had gotten hard again while he licked my cunt. After watching my mom getting banged by so many guys over the previous few days, we had a decent idea of where it went.
He pushed his dick in. My pussy, which had never taken a dick in, was getting stretched for the first time. I cried in agony.
“Why does it hurt so much!” I cried, “mom makes it look so much fun and pleasurable.”
“What should I do?” he inquired.
“Just keep it in but don’t move for a while,” I suggested, “Ok, you can go in deeper now,” I added after the pain had subsided.
He pushed his whole shaft in. I asked him to stay that way for a while as it hurt me once more. After a couple of minutes, he began moving his pelvis. I wrapped my legs around him. He moved slowly, and it made me hornier.
“Ahh, Rodney, it feels so good. It feels amazing, just like that, Rodney, fuck me, fuck your older cousin,” I moaned unknowingly.
“Yes, Didi, yes, it feels good. You feel good,” he moaned.
“Did you just call me Didi!” I exclaimed.
“Umm,” he was lost for words. We paused without either of us realizing it.
“You never called me Didi before. You always said that you are not Indian. Hence you are not obligated to do Indian things,” I argued.
“I don’t know. It rolled off my tongue. I just felt this wave of affection towards you and called you Didi,” he explained.
I kissed him on his lips and said, “I love it. It feels even better when you call me didi while you fuck me. Call me Didi from now on, Please.”
“Sure,” he agreed.
We resumed our session. He continued to move slowly inside me. His dick inside me was a completely new experience for him and me. I wrapped my arms around him, and he put his arms underneath my head. He kissed my neck as his cock drilled my virgin pussy.
“Oh, Didi, this is so great.”
“Yes, bhai, yes, this feels great, it feels so great,” I responded.
“Didi, I’m cumming,” he cried.
Before I could say a word, he made a weird face and let out a grunt. Just like that, his cock exploded inside my cunt. He dropped all his load in there.
“That was quick,” I said after he had fallen on top of me.
“How did Grand D, my dad, and Michael last so long with your mom? They were just at it for hours. Maybe we need to ask them for guidance,” he panted.
“If they wanted us to know this, they wouldn’t have done it in secrecy. It’s obvious they don’t want us to know about this. So, we can’t ask them,” I answered.
“What should we do then?”
“We have to find a different way,” I suggested.
“You are older than me. So, whatever you say,” he agreed.
After catching our breaths and resting for a good hour, we decided to give it a go. We had sex about three times that night. By the end of the 3rd round, both of us were exhausted.
“Freya Didi, I love you,” Rodney said, his breath making a wheezing sound.
“I love you too, my little cousin,” I replied. We kissed and fell asleep, next to each other, in the same bed, and naked.
I was woken up the next morning. Mom and others returned from the beach after their long sessions at the bachelor’s party. Thankfully, they didn’t knock on our door until a few hours later. By then, Rodney and I had been awake and had acted completely normal.
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