Amor de primos

Everything started one night at my cousin's house during a gathering of cousins. My cousin Eva, who had just arrived from her province, was going to be there for a few days and we wanted to have a nice night; food, music, drinks, and the inevitable trick. With my cousin, I always had a brotherly relationship; we told each other everything, had a lot of trust, practically grew up together since we were only 10 days apart (20 years old each). Almost in her adolescence, she went to live with her father in her native province. Generally, she would come back for winter vacations and holidays. That night at the gathering was very quiet; we passed it well, there was a lot of chatting, laughter, photos, normal stuff. Already advanced in time, when the alcohol had stopped spinning, it was time to organize how to sleep, since there were several of us. In one room, Tomás and his girlfriend; in another, Damián, Luciano, and Lionel; in the spare room (my aunt's, who wasn't at home that day) Gastón. And Eva and I were left. We had to bring down a two-person mattress from the attic, we put it on the living room floor and made the bed. She was 1.70 meters tall, fair skin, thin, long hair with many curls, small but beautiful breasts, very good legs, and a fascinating bum. We prepared for bed; I wore shorts and a football jersey, she wore a very short skirt and a sweater. The only time I had felt warmth towards her was three years ago on New Year's Eve. She also wore a white short with a top. Dancing and already a bit drunk, in an innocent dance, without meaning to, she minimally leaned against my butt, and I was getting turned on due to the alcohol. Never (except that night on New Year's Eve) had I seen her with eyes other than those of a cousin; she was like my sister, aware that she was very attractive but nothing more than that, no sexual tension until that night. We talked some nonsense, we laughed, then each of us with our cell phones and a few minutes later we fell asleep. The two of us very tired and with a lot of sleep due to the alcohol. I wake up in the middle of the night, see that my cousin was sleeping next to me, looking at the other side and pointing at me with her butt. The view I had was beautiful. That typical short you wear at home that because of the position she was in made it rise to the beginning of her buttocks, and how tight it was so that her thong would be noticeable. I slowly got closer and closer, very slow. I was calculating each movement, with a lot of fear that she would wake up and give me the putridity of my life. My legs were trembling, my hands were sweating, I brought my nose to her neck and felt the smell of her soft skin, it drove me crazy. Sliding across the bed, putting very lightly my hands on her waist, I got closer to her, I was very nervous, knowing that what I was doing was wrong, but desire and heat were much greater than my morals at that moment. I can't explain how I felt when I rested my cock on my cousin's butt, a rich sensation. And so we slept for a good while, making spooning, and hugging I could put my hands on her breasts, and feel the warm ones. I was sure she was conscious of what was happening, since it was those moments of lucidity we had when we woke up for a few seconds, adjusted ourselves to be closer together. Until I remember that we would say things like stay quiet or you're undressing me, adding innocence to what was happening, and that we were in that way because of natural movements when one sleeps. At one point she turns and puts herself in front of me, and as if it were a reflex action, we put our legs together, and as if we were a couple who loves each other very much, we started caressing each other with our legs, rubbing softly to feel the skin of the other, she with her soft little foot started to caress me, rising higher. her leg until she reaches my waist, provoking that my cock and her pubic area are at very few centimeters of distance, and obviously her mouth with mine. We were very close, so our noses touched and I could feel her breathing. Pretending to be asleep, I pass my hand over her crossed leg above me, going up until that short that felt like it was touching her skin because it was so tight and reaching her waist to hug her closer to me, thus making her pubic area feel what I was provoking in her cousin, an erection like never before. None of us dared to go further, since we were only in this way due to involuntary movements while sleeping. The night passed, the next day we all got up, put on the stove, took some mates with bills and talked about how we slept. I didn't think to say a word about what had happened, obviously, and it was at that moment that I noticed how naughty Eva was. In the chat she said I never sleep with him, he kicks me, doesn't stay quiet and even undresses me, looking at me and laughing, and there was that fight between cousins blaming each other. What nobody knew or suspected is that in those hours, on that mattress that still remained on the floor, the cousins were almost sexually touching, repressing the desire to explore the incestuous. I spent several days with this in my head, knowing that contact existed but doubting if it was with her consciousness or just an illusion of mine due to lust, sleep and alcohol that still prevailed in my body. Similarly, in those days my heat was so great that I imagined what would have happened if I had dared more, dedicating myself more than one masturbation to my lovely cousin. This is only the first part, if you want the second let me know.