Finally, the days have passed and Wendy's clothes are still in my power. I couldn't return them because she was absent for most of the week. So it stays, hidden in the sports bag, which is the only place where I'm sure my mother won't look. There are places in the closet where I think it would be safe, but I don't have the security that she wouldn't put something away or reorganize the closet and see it.
Not having to return it is a temporary but necessary relief. After so many years of imagining what it would be like to wear girl's clothes, being able to put them on finally has been an authentic discovery. Before, the most I could get was when I wrapped a towel around my waist or once cut off the crotch part of some jeans to make them look like a mini skirt. It was a rather makeshift solution, but it lasted for a few days until my mother discovered it and threw them away. She never suspected anything. She simply thought they had broken.
So these three days wearing my companion's uniform have been like a trip to heaven for my sexual fetishes. I've put it on every time I could. As soon as my parents weren't home, I would quickly undress and masturbate while wearing the clothes. After the incident with the light employee, I'm obsessed with all this. Almost can't think about anything else.
On Monday, when it's time to return them, I don't know how I'll explain it because it's obvious that the clothes won't be in the same state they were when I took them. I've taken care not to leave any semen stains or similar marks, but they will be wrinkled and you'll notice something has happened with them. The only thing I can tell Wendy is that the bag was tossed around a lot, and since the clothes were inside, they got wrinkled. I hope it's convincing enough.
Anyway, I had the weekend to get out of it. rats as soon as I could possibly do so, and give it use, but my plans were twisted on Friday when my parents announced that I was going with my cousins to spend the weekend. They go to the town, and many times they take advantage of me coming along too, so they can have the weekend just for themselves. Despite how much anger I feel, I can't do anything. I couldn't explain why I suddenly don't want to go with my cousins, when I've always gotten along well with them, nor could I convince them to stay, since they must already have made plans.
So, with all the sadness in the world, on Friday, when I arrived home, I left my things, including my most precious treasure, and took a bus to my cousins' house. There was a small surprise waiting for me. My cousin had managed to convince my aunt that he and I would stay on Friday. Under the excuse that we wanted to study together, he had gotten permission. We would be staying alone on Friday, and my uncle would come to pick us up on Saturday morning.
It's the first time they've let us stay alone. The other times they understood that we were still too young. This time, instead, they agreed, apparently animated by the promise that it was for studying, which, of course, is false.
Around seven, they left us, leaving enough money to order a pizza and the books open as if we really were going to read them. As soon as they'd gone, my cousin didn't hesitate, closed his book and opened the video console. We spent a while playing Tekken. A fighting game where I always choose female fighters, which made my cousin laugh, although he doesn't give it much importance.
After an hour, we stopped. It was eight o'clock, and it was time to think about dinner, which we had ordered over the phone. It would take another 40 minutes, and my cousin proposed watching porn on the computer while we waited.
The last time I came, we also watched a bit. We took advantage of a moment when my aunt and uncle went out for a walk, and se I connected via internet. We had only been there for half an hour and honestly it was more fun than the other time because there wasn't enough time to get excited or anything like that.
This time we had the whole night to do whatever we wanted. So when we sat down in front of his computer with the first video, we prepared ourselves for a longer session than last time.
The thing is that watching porn without being able to touch each other is a bit awkward. Because after a while you end up getting excited whether you want to or not and if you don't have confidence with the other person to make yourself come then you end up having it worse than better and we had never done something like that before. It was a bit uncomfortable when you noticed your cock getting hard as a rod and couldn't do anything. I even went so far as to put my hand on it discreetly so it wouldn't be too noticeable but the thing is that in the end my cousin just couldn't take it and with all his shamefulness he ended up pulling it out and starting to jerk off.
When I was looking at him with a certain expression of amazement, he apologized. I suppose he thought I was going to do the same and when he saw I wasn't, he cut himself off.
Sorry -he said-. I'm really hot. I thought you were too.
Yes, I am too I replied with a nervous half-laugh-I didn't expect it. Because I had never seen him do that before.
The thing is that in the end we came to an agreement which was actually my idea. He would stay for a bit alone watching the video while jerking off until he came and then I would do it afterwards.
Actually I was just looking for an excuse for something else that had just occurred to me. At first I didn't think much of it because I thought it was a ridiculous idea but as I thought about it more with my growing obsession with whatever kind of travesty, I ended up giving in to temptation. While he jerked off, I would lock myself in the My cousin's room and I would put on some skirt and some panties that were around here. Nothing fancy, an elastic mini-skirt, which she had many of, and normal panties. Enough to relieve my fetish and simple enough to do it quickly. Since I was going to lock with a latch, if my cousin finished before me, I wouldn't be surprised, and I would simply tell him that I was wanking while looking at Ana's underwear. It wasn't very elegant, but I'm sure he had done similar things.
I arrived at my cousin's room in a nervous state. I had to hurry, as I didn't think my cousin would take more than ten or fifteen minutes. I could stay locked up for a few more minutes with an excuse, but I couldn't overdo it.
I checked the closet. I didn't know where she would store the mini-skirts, but I imagined it would be in a drawer. When I opened the first one, they weren't there, but I found the pieces of lingerie she usually wore. Among them was a set with lace, simple but elegant, with heart-shaped figurines and a fabric that I think was similar to silk.
I hadn't planned on wearing a bra. It was too fancy, but the set was so beautiful that I couldn't resist. I undressed quickly, trembling all over my body from the excitement of knowing I was putting on panties, just ten meters away from where my cousin was.
After that, it was time to put on the skirt. I didn't find where she kept them, but hanging from a hook was a black dress with a red stripe on each side, elastic and quite short.
My heart started racing as soon as I saw it. It was perfect. Beautiful and sexy. I had never worn a dress before, but this one was precious. I didn't hesitate, unhooked it, and started putting it on my feet. When I had it around my waist, I could hear my cousin approaching from the hallway.
Already done! he yelled. Hurry up, the pizza guys are coming. latch to make sure I had done it. There was no danger. It's one of those internal locks, which is activated by turning it, and indeed I had done it well.
-One second-I replied.- Now I'm leaving, give me...
I didn't have time to say more. The handle went down, and the door opened, leaving me exposed, with my dress half on. My cousin, who had entered with a smiling face, as if he were making a joke, had transformed into a poem.
I froze there, seeing him look at me, and he wasn't able to say anything. He stayed so stunned that he only managed to close the door and leave for the living room. I didn't know what to do. I sat on the bed while the world was crashing down around me. They had just discovered it. My worst fears had come true. What a fool I had been. I was so excited about the idea that I hadn't realized how bad things could go wrong. Now, suddenly, I was starting to understand. I couldn't explain it. If my parents found out, I didn't want to think what would happen. I supposed my cousin wouldn't say anything, but who knows.
Anyway, after a few seconds of silence, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. It was too late now. There was no other way to explain it than telling the truth, and since I was going to do it, I would do it well. I had to go all the way, explain it, and hope my cousin would treat me well. He wouldn't blackmail me or anything like that. And since I was doing it, I would do it right. I finished putting on my dress, styled my hair a bit, and since I was at it, I put on some very fine black tights that only reach just above the middle of my thigh. Since I had waxed a couple of days ago, the whole ensemble looked great. Then I put on some low-heeled shoes. It wasn't part of the plan to be stumbling around even more than I already was, and since everything was shaking so much, a high heel would have been a sure sprain.
I left my aunt's room and went to the living room where my First, my cousin had put on the TV. I took a deep breath again before entering and finally opened the door. My cousin looked at me as if it were the first time he'd seen me like that, as if the previous one hadn't existed. He eventually laughed and asked what I was doing with that clothes. I think he thought I was joking or something like that.
I explained the truth to him. I told him that since I was little I liked dressing up in girl's clothes, which quickly led him to remember the two times when, playing, I had put on our cousin's clothes while we were still young. That must have clicked into place for him and he believed me without too much trouble. We talked for a bit, he with a perfectly normal tone, and I, already more relaxed, warming up slowly as I became aware that, for the first time, I was in front of someone who knew me, explaining my secret, and dressed as a girl in a set of lingerie that drove me crazy every time I was conscious of the soft touch it had on my body, and a short and tight dress that tended to ride up. In fact, the first time I grabbed it by the sides to bring it down a bit, I saw myself like I was doing it from outside, and I felt so feminine that a wave of heat started running through my body.
My cousin, who had also noticed the gesture, flashed a half-smirking smile. That made me even more nervous if possible, because in some way it confirmed that my appearance wasn't ridiculous or absurd. I'd already felt that the other day when I did the water meter thing, and now it seemed like it was happening again. My cousin was looking at me, and he didn't see a boy dressed as a girl, but a real girl. And if he hadn't known it wasn't really so, I think even he would have been excited by what he saw.
I asked him straight out if I looked good.
-For God's sake, you look like a real woman. If I saw you on the street and you were wearing glasses or a different hairstyle, I'm sure I wouldn't recognize you. account.
Obviously, hearing that made me heat up even more. I had it clear that my cousin wasn't gay. I had already had some girlfriends and had those things clear. And I knew he was saying these things out of kindness, but also because they were true.
The doorbell rang. We looked at each other with a playful expression. It didn't need to be said, we both thought the same thing, but just in case, I got up and went towards the door.
-I'll open it! I said without giving him an option.
Of course.
We laughed and when we finally heard the elevator arrive, I prepared to open the door while my cousin went to get the money from the kitchen.
When I opened it, the boy bringing the food didn't say anything or make any strange gestures. My cousin arrived, gave him the money, and picked up the pizza. We said our goodbyes. I never felt uncomfortable at any moment. On the contrary, the normalcy of the scene delighted me. It really seemed like a girl and I felt like one too. A not-too-beautiful but not ugly girl who was wearing a short dress that rose up when she moved, and in the last moment before the pizza boy turned back to the elevator, I decided to get out with my hands down, just as I had done before. The boy couldn't help but look while the doors closed, and my cousin and I were left looking at each other, dead from laughter, as if we had hooked up with the boy and were celebrating it.
I felt euphoric. What seemed like it was going to be the worst moment of my life was turning into the best one, thanks to my cousin's complicity. The TV was playing music at that moment. I started dancing with sinuous movements while my cousin left the pizza on the table. When he turned around and saw me swaying, he couldn't help but laugh, but it wasn't at me. There was something more. The excitement of the moment, the nerves we both must have had, and the euphoria that undoubtedly affected him too, made him act like a drunk. Without losing eye contact, he sat down on the sofa next to the table. and he remained like mesmerized looking at me, with a complicit smile that was driving me crazy. I was in ecstasy. The adrenaline shot from the pizzero had been brutal. The music, the dance, which, curiously, wasn't making me feel ridiculous, but rather getting me drunk more and more, along with the gaze I saw in my cousin's eyes, were making me lose my head.
I approached him very slowly and sensually. When I reached his side, I stood in front of him, joining my knees to his, and lowered my dress a little that had risen again.
-How does Ana do it when she wears this? -I asked with a laughing voice- It's impossible, everything rises all the time.
-It does the same as you -my cousin answered-. Let it rise a bit, lower it, and make everyone hard.
My heart started beating very fast. I could be wrong, but I had the impression that my cousin was just hinting that he was getting hard because of me. In reality, I was sure that's exactly what he meant to say. I kept moving closer. He was still sitting on the sofa. His legs were open, and one of his knees was pointing towards me. I positioned myself above him, while I continued dancing, moving my hips slowly and with my arms raised. His knee rubbed against the inside of my thighs, and, dead from excitement, and I suppose curiosity, he brought his hand to his knee as if he wanted to touch me discreetly.
By then, my breathing had become so deep due to excitement that it started to sound like panting. He was also breathing heavily. His hand finally made contact with the inside of my right thigh. I felt it there and sensed such lust that I could only look at the ceiling and close my eyes, while my breathing accelerated even more. His hand began a slow ascent. It was as if he wasn't sure if he really wanted to do that, but at the same time an invisible force compelled him, until he reached the bottom of my panties, and started to pet her like there was a pussy there. If I didn't faint that moment, it was pure miracle. That area, although not really a pussy, is quite sensitive. I had explored it once before, simulating being a girl who masturbates, and discovered that, although it wasn't like actual masturbation, it had enough morbo and felt good enough to bring me close to a pre-orgasmic state.
I took some of my hair into my mouth in a nervous gesture, while starting to pant, excited by the caresses my cousin was giving me in that area. Then I breathed a bit and decided to go further. I picked up a small piece of pizza from our side and brought it to his mouth as he continued to massage my imaginary clitoris.
'Do you have an appetite?' I asked him.
He nodded with his head, took a bite out of the piece, and I gave him another one in the same spot where he had bitten. He swallowed the piece and pressed his face against mine until we were just a few centimeters apart.
'I still have an appetite,' I said to him.
'And you?'
We looked at each other and finally he leaned in to kiss me.
I went crazy while his tongue pierced my mouth. We kissed, panting with excitement. His hand was no longer caressing me because I had sat on his leg, but his hands were tracing my body as if they wanted to describe it to a blind person. He touched my ass and grabbed it with both hands while I smiled at the gesture. My hands didn't take long to find my next prize.
I started unbuttoning his belt without stopping looking at him. For a few seconds, I was afraid of going too far and being rejected when he saw what I had in mind. Finally, in his head, there must have been a huge mess because he was sure of his heterosexuality, but now he was about to have explicit sex with me. And although everything had been very gradual, it was always possible that, at some point, there might be a limit he wasn't '. Ready to pass, afraid of feeling bad afterwards, and I was approaching him. My hands, despite the nerves, had no problem undoing the buckle or buttoning my pants. I kept looking at him. I was searching for any sign that told me to stop. I was dying to do it. I didn't stop feeling fire in my mouth from kissing, and heat in my legs every time I was aware of the clothes I wore, and how they made me feel seen. Of course, the dress had risen again. It always did until just before showing too much, and that made me feel incredibly sexy, so by this point, I didn't bother to adjust it anymore.
I started lowering the zipper with one hand while the other felt the bulge in my pants like a camping store. It was so hard that I knew I wouldn't stop when I felt it. He must have been really excited to have that rock under his pants. When I finished lowering the zipper, he lifted his butt slightly, inviting me to take off his pants. If there was any sign to keep going, this was definitely it. I had to stand up a bit to finish taking it off.
He looked at me on my feet, pulling down his pants, and with the dress so high that the socks were half an inch from the edge of the skirt, when they usually get covered by it. I think that made him even hornier, but he didn't do anything. He knew what was coming next and let himself be done.
The first time I could see his cock in all its splendor, after also removing his underwear, I stayed hypnotized. There it was. The first cock I was going to touch in my life, apart from mine. Straight like a pole. It seemed precious to me. I didn't want to touch it until I was on my knees in front of it. As if it were an altar I was about to pray at. My cousin was watching me and I think he wasn't quite believing what was about to happen. occur. I brought my face close to hers while holding the base with my fingers to tilt it slightly towards me. My first cock. I fervently wished it wouldn't be the last. I looked at my cousin, smiled, and gave him a little lick on the glans, which is where I know guys like it best.
It was like a first warning. Then I started putting it in her mouth very slowly and carefully so that it would always be pleasant for him. When I got to about halfway, I stopped. I took a break for a bit, playing with my tongue. Savoring every second of what I was living. Enjoying the sensation of being a beautiful woman who was about to give pleasure to a man. I sucked on it when starting to pull it out that first time and concentrated always on not leaving the glans without stimulation more than two or three seconds.
I started making short movements, up and down. My cousin started really groaning at that moment. It wasn't deep breathing anymore, but genuine pleasure groans. I was also about to groan, but his cock muffled the sounds, and my nasal breathing combined with the sound of slapping between his cock and my lips made the excitement surge in me. It was my first blow job, but it was easy for me to do it. I just had to think about how much I liked touching myself to know how he could like it too. Short movements, concentrating on the glans and posterior zone, and accelerating the rhythm to the beat of his groans while making suction so that he could feel touch all over his cock.
When he started uttering exclamations like 'damn' or 'god', I knew the moment of his orgasm was approaching. I concentrated on speeding up the rhythm as much as possible to facilitate it for him. I knew I couldn't keep that pace without getting exhausted, but I was sure I was about to reach it, which was confirmed when he started shouting that he was coming. I suppose he did it to warn me, in case I wanted to move away and let him have a masturbation that would be He would do it, or I would do it myself. Nothing was farther from my intentions. Just keep sucking, accelerating everything as much as possible, until a stream of semen flooded my mouth, and his cries became so loud that I doubt very much if some neighbor didn't hear him. For a few seconds, time stopped. The orgasm was so severe that his back arched, and his legs and arms tensed as if he were receiving an electric shock. Then, his whole body relaxed, and I stopped moving my head while swallowing his warm and viscous semen. I didn't feel any disgust. I was so happy to feel like a woman capable of giving him so much pleasure that his semen tasted like glory to me, even after it had stopped flowing and we were already relaxing, another stream emerged from the tip of his cock and started falling down my side, and I felt the need to lick it with my tongue. He had already come, so that last little lick didn't create any special sensation for him beyond seeing me licking that last drop as if it were a delicious honey. We looked at each other. I didn't know what would happen next. Since he had come, it was possible that he wouldn't want to continue, and the letdown that usually follows us after we've come could lead him to wonder what he'd just done and whether he might feel disgusted with me. Far from it, I brought my hands to my face with tenderness and brought them close to his, kissing him again as before the blow job, although a bit more relaxed. He kissed me with tongue, but also with affection. It was as if he had fallen in love with me, and I felt very strong sensations towards him at that moment, feelings of gratitude for his cooperation and sensitivity in continuing to kiss me after satisfying himself, knowing that I was still hot because everything had revolved around his orgasm. After a few minutes of kissing, I suppose the letdown was passing, and he was recovering some strength. We were silent for a few seconds. He asked me... Because I felt that way. I told him I was happy and content with what had just happened. That for me it was a dream come true, and I didn't need to rush. He got up and went to the bathroom. He wanted to clean himself off before continuing with more kisses and who knows maybe a second round.
When he came back, he didn't hesitate too much. We stopped talking, started kissing again, and he asked me to sit back down on his lap, opening my legs to enclose them, which made it impossible for my dress not to rise up and show those white, silky panties with hearts that had excited me so much when I put them on. I was already used to the sensation of permanent excitement. We'd been like this for at least an hour, doing things and other things, and in no moment had I stopped feeling the thrill it all produced.
I could have done a self-pleasure if I wanted to, and would feel great pleasure along with some relief. But I didn't want to do it in front of him. I wanted to stay feminine. His kisses and caresses were enough for me. Every time I'd gasp from excitement, he'd slide his hand down my thigh, just like he had before. After a few moments, his hand would go back to caressing my groin, and I thought I was going to faint. It was getting harder and harder for me to resist the idea of doing a self-pleasure.
It was clear that he wasn't going to fuck me. That was too much, especially since we'd already come. If he had stopped in the middle of the blow job and asked me, we probably would have done it, but it was my first blow job, and I wanted to get to the end. Besides, I didn't want to try, and risk him saying no.
Now, with his kisses getting more and more intense, and his fingers caressing that area where... thongs. I was left somewhat surprised, mostly because I didn't expect it. I got up a bit to facilitate what he wanted to do and suddenly found myself with his finger entering my ass.
My eyes went wide. Was he really going to do that? Was he going to penetrate me, even just with a finger? What was being a second session of kisses, apparently intended to help us relax, turned into a volcano of sensations for me. His finger entered and exited my ass, and I looked at his eyes while doing so. I was looking at the man's eyes who, in a rather singular way, was penetrating me. When he added a second finger, I had to lean on his shoulder to stifle the cry of pleasure that came out of my mouth at that moment.
It was clear he didn't intend to fuck. That was already too much for him. But neither was he willing for me to leave empty-handed.
His fingers entered and exited my ass, and I moaned over his shoulder, dead from pleasure, when suddenly he stopped and pulled them out. I remained as if someone had cut off the breath of my life. Why now? If I was already at 100%. Then I saw it. A hairbrush with a cylindrical handle, rounded tip, identical in proportions to a cock. I looked at Jose who was smiling.
-This is Ana's - he declared -. She thinks I don't know, but I do.
It was perfect. And knowing that Ana put it in her pussy to masturbate made it sublime. So I didn't say anything, just watched as he inserted it into the lateral of my thongs and placed the tip right at the mouth of my ass. He had previously spat on me, so when he started inserting it, although I felt pain and an unpleasant sensation that I hadn't had with his fingers, I also felt an incredible morbo that I couldn't manage to tell him to stop.
At first, he did it very slowly. He inserted and withdrew it smoothly while I noticed my ass slowly opening up and accepting this object that perfectly simulated a cock. That object that had been in my cousin's vagina so many times and was now penetrating me. Slowly, what was an unpleasant sensation began to cease being so and instead the excitement started giving rise to a unique pleasure I'd never experienced before. I, accustomed to centering all my pleasure on my cock, was discovering that one could have really pleasant sensations in other parts of the body. I asked my cousin to speed up, which he did with enthusiasm. I think he wanted to give me pleasure just as I had wanted to do for him before. The sensations were increasing. I didn't know if it was possible to have an orgasm like that. I wasn't sure. Never had I gone so far before. But little by little I realized I was in the middle of a fuck and that the sensations were very similar to those of masturbation, but multiplied by ten. When I started feeling the first orgasmic contractions, I couldn't believe it. They were fucking me with a kind of dildo and making me come. I screamed, as never before had I screamed while coming. I screamed from pure necessity. It was such an intense and brutal pleasure that my moans and screams weren't because I was excited but because I had completely surpassed the threshold of pleasure I thought one could feel and saw myself completely overwhelmed, while that brush entered and left my ass at full speed. It must have been about fifteen or twenty seconds of an orgasm like that, and I think I almost fainted when it passed. When it did, my cousin was still inserting and removing the brush and although it no longer gave me pleasure, neither did it bother me like it does when I touch my cock just after coming. I could stay there until the afterglow wore off and I came again. I decided to try. I wanted to know if it was possible to come twice in a row through the ass. I asked him to stop for a moment so he wouldn't get tired, but not to take it out. Let it stay. There, as if it were his cock, while I started moving and riding him.
I kept going for a good while, unable to reproduce the orgasm but delighted to see myself like that, as a girl screwing her boyfriend. I kissed him while moving and he responded with passion. He was getting excited again. I could tell. After the first blow job, he had been left alone in his underwear and his cock kept popping out imperiously.
Seeing him that way made me get very excited again, and my ass reacted to that excitement, recovering the sensations I had felt.
-Move it again- I said to my cousin. -And I promise you'll get another blow job later-. He was dead with passion again. I kissed him while starting to move in and out of him with force and speed, driving me crazy with pleasure. It didn't take long for me to have an incredible orgasm that made me scream like a madwoman.
I had done it. I had come twice in one go while screwing. I didn't care if it wasn't his cock really, I had screwed. I knew it, and he did too.
After that, we kissed for a bit, and of course, I kept my promise. I gave him another blow job he enjoyed immensely. He came again in my mouth, and then I spent some time giving him tongue and cleaning him up until we finally fell asleep.
We couldn't take it anymore. We went to bed, not without me returning all the clothes I had taken from my cousin's sister first, and we fell deeply asleep.
The next day, her father arrived and we went to town. When I saw my cousin, I couldn't help but feel something very special. Like an invisible complicity that she wasn't aware of. In a way, I had experienced similar sensations to those she has when she practices sex, and that pleased me.
I had missed the chance to enjoy Wendy's clothes. Thank God for it.
Not having to return it is a temporary but necessary relief. After so many years of imagining what it would be like to wear girl's clothes, being able to put them on finally has been an authentic discovery. Before, the most I could get was when I wrapped a towel around my waist or once cut off the crotch part of some jeans to make them look like a mini skirt. It was a rather makeshift solution, but it lasted for a few days until my mother discovered it and threw them away. She never suspected anything. She simply thought they had broken.
So these three days wearing my companion's uniform have been like a trip to heaven for my sexual fetishes. I've put it on every time I could. As soon as my parents weren't home, I would quickly undress and masturbate while wearing the clothes. After the incident with the light employee, I'm obsessed with all this. Almost can't think about anything else.
On Monday, when it's time to return them, I don't know how I'll explain it because it's obvious that the clothes won't be in the same state they were when I took them. I've taken care not to leave any semen stains or similar marks, but they will be wrinkled and you'll notice something has happened with them. The only thing I can tell Wendy is that the bag was tossed around a lot, and since the clothes were inside, they got wrinkled. I hope it's convincing enough.
Anyway, I had the weekend to get out of it. rats as soon as I could possibly do so, and give it use, but my plans were twisted on Friday when my parents announced that I was going with my cousins to spend the weekend. They go to the town, and many times they take advantage of me coming along too, so they can have the weekend just for themselves. Despite how much anger I feel, I can't do anything. I couldn't explain why I suddenly don't want to go with my cousins, when I've always gotten along well with them, nor could I convince them to stay, since they must already have made plans.
So, with all the sadness in the world, on Friday, when I arrived home, I left my things, including my most precious treasure, and took a bus to my cousins' house. There was a small surprise waiting for me. My cousin had managed to convince my aunt that he and I would stay on Friday. Under the excuse that we wanted to study together, he had gotten permission. We would be staying alone on Friday, and my uncle would come to pick us up on Saturday morning.
It's the first time they've let us stay alone. The other times they understood that we were still too young. This time, instead, they agreed, apparently animated by the promise that it was for studying, which, of course, is false.
Around seven, they left us, leaving enough money to order a pizza and the books open as if we really were going to read them. As soon as they'd gone, my cousin didn't hesitate, closed his book and opened the video console. We spent a while playing Tekken. A fighting game where I always choose female fighters, which made my cousin laugh, although he doesn't give it much importance.
After an hour, we stopped. It was eight o'clock, and it was time to think about dinner, which we had ordered over the phone. It would take another 40 minutes, and my cousin proposed watching porn on the computer while we waited.
The last time I came, we also watched a bit. We took advantage of a moment when my aunt and uncle went out for a walk, and se I connected via internet. We had only been there for half an hour and honestly it was more fun than the other time because there wasn't enough time to get excited or anything like that.
This time we had the whole night to do whatever we wanted. So when we sat down in front of his computer with the first video, we prepared ourselves for a longer session than last time.
The thing is that watching porn without being able to touch each other is a bit awkward. Because after a while you end up getting excited whether you want to or not and if you don't have confidence with the other person to make yourself come then you end up having it worse than better and we had never done something like that before. It was a bit uncomfortable when you noticed your cock getting hard as a rod and couldn't do anything. I even went so far as to put my hand on it discreetly so it wouldn't be too noticeable but the thing is that in the end my cousin just couldn't take it and with all his shamefulness he ended up pulling it out and starting to jerk off.
When I was looking at him with a certain expression of amazement, he apologized. I suppose he thought I was going to do the same and when he saw I wasn't, he cut himself off.
Sorry -he said-. I'm really hot. I thought you were too.
Yes, I am too I replied with a nervous half-laugh-I didn't expect it. Because I had never seen him do that before.
The thing is that in the end we came to an agreement which was actually my idea. He would stay for a bit alone watching the video while jerking off until he came and then I would do it afterwards.
Actually I was just looking for an excuse for something else that had just occurred to me. At first I didn't think much of it because I thought it was a ridiculous idea but as I thought about it more with my growing obsession with whatever kind of travesty, I ended up giving in to temptation. While he jerked off, I would lock myself in the My cousin's room and I would put on some skirt and some panties that were around here. Nothing fancy, an elastic mini-skirt, which she had many of, and normal panties. Enough to relieve my fetish and simple enough to do it quickly. Since I was going to lock with a latch, if my cousin finished before me, I wouldn't be surprised, and I would simply tell him that I was wanking while looking at Ana's underwear. It wasn't very elegant, but I'm sure he had done similar things.
I arrived at my cousin's room in a nervous state. I had to hurry, as I didn't think my cousin would take more than ten or fifteen minutes. I could stay locked up for a few more minutes with an excuse, but I couldn't overdo it.
I checked the closet. I didn't know where she would store the mini-skirts, but I imagined it would be in a drawer. When I opened the first one, they weren't there, but I found the pieces of lingerie she usually wore. Among them was a set with lace, simple but elegant, with heart-shaped figurines and a fabric that I think was similar to silk.
I hadn't planned on wearing a bra. It was too fancy, but the set was so beautiful that I couldn't resist. I undressed quickly, trembling all over my body from the excitement of knowing I was putting on panties, just ten meters away from where my cousin was.
After that, it was time to put on the skirt. I didn't find where she kept them, but hanging from a hook was a black dress with a red stripe on each side, elastic and quite short.
My heart started racing as soon as I saw it. It was perfect. Beautiful and sexy. I had never worn a dress before, but this one was precious. I didn't hesitate, unhooked it, and started putting it on my feet. When I had it around my waist, I could hear my cousin approaching from the hallway.
Already done! he yelled. Hurry up, the pizza guys are coming. latch to make sure I had done it. There was no danger. It's one of those internal locks, which is activated by turning it, and indeed I had done it well.
-One second-I replied.- Now I'm leaving, give me...
I didn't have time to say more. The handle went down, and the door opened, leaving me exposed, with my dress half on. My cousin, who had entered with a smiling face, as if he were making a joke, had transformed into a poem.
I froze there, seeing him look at me, and he wasn't able to say anything. He stayed so stunned that he only managed to close the door and leave for the living room. I didn't know what to do. I sat on the bed while the world was crashing down around me. They had just discovered it. My worst fears had come true. What a fool I had been. I was so excited about the idea that I hadn't realized how bad things could go wrong. Now, suddenly, I was starting to understand. I couldn't explain it. If my parents found out, I didn't want to think what would happen. I supposed my cousin wouldn't say anything, but who knows.
Anyway, after a few seconds of silence, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. It was too late now. There was no other way to explain it than telling the truth, and since I was going to do it, I would do it well. I had to go all the way, explain it, and hope my cousin would treat me well. He wouldn't blackmail me or anything like that. And since I was doing it, I would do it right. I finished putting on my dress, styled my hair a bit, and since I was at it, I put on some very fine black tights that only reach just above the middle of my thigh. Since I had waxed a couple of days ago, the whole ensemble looked great. Then I put on some low-heeled shoes. It wasn't part of the plan to be stumbling around even more than I already was, and since everything was shaking so much, a high heel would have been a sure sprain.
I left my aunt's room and went to the living room where my First, my cousin had put on the TV. I took a deep breath again before entering and finally opened the door. My cousin looked at me as if it were the first time he'd seen me like that, as if the previous one hadn't existed. He eventually laughed and asked what I was doing with that clothes. I think he thought I was joking or something like that.
I explained the truth to him. I told him that since I was little I liked dressing up in girl's clothes, which quickly led him to remember the two times when, playing, I had put on our cousin's clothes while we were still young. That must have clicked into place for him and he believed me without too much trouble. We talked for a bit, he with a perfectly normal tone, and I, already more relaxed, warming up slowly as I became aware that, for the first time, I was in front of someone who knew me, explaining my secret, and dressed as a girl in a set of lingerie that drove me crazy every time I was conscious of the soft touch it had on my body, and a short and tight dress that tended to ride up. In fact, the first time I grabbed it by the sides to bring it down a bit, I saw myself like I was doing it from outside, and I felt so feminine that a wave of heat started running through my body.
My cousin, who had also noticed the gesture, flashed a half-smirking smile. That made me even more nervous if possible, because in some way it confirmed that my appearance wasn't ridiculous or absurd. I'd already felt that the other day when I did the water meter thing, and now it seemed like it was happening again. My cousin was looking at me, and he didn't see a boy dressed as a girl, but a real girl. And if he hadn't known it wasn't really so, I think even he would have been excited by what he saw.
I asked him straight out if I looked good.
-For God's sake, you look like a real woman. If I saw you on the street and you were wearing glasses or a different hairstyle, I'm sure I wouldn't recognize you. account.
Obviously, hearing that made me heat up even more. I had it clear that my cousin wasn't gay. I had already had some girlfriends and had those things clear. And I knew he was saying these things out of kindness, but also because they were true.
The doorbell rang. We looked at each other with a playful expression. It didn't need to be said, we both thought the same thing, but just in case, I got up and went towards the door.
-I'll open it! I said without giving him an option.
Of course.
We laughed and when we finally heard the elevator arrive, I prepared to open the door while my cousin went to get the money from the kitchen.
When I opened it, the boy bringing the food didn't say anything or make any strange gestures. My cousin arrived, gave him the money, and picked up the pizza. We said our goodbyes. I never felt uncomfortable at any moment. On the contrary, the normalcy of the scene delighted me. It really seemed like a girl and I felt like one too. A not-too-beautiful but not ugly girl who was wearing a short dress that rose up when she moved, and in the last moment before the pizza boy turned back to the elevator, I decided to get out with my hands down, just as I had done before. The boy couldn't help but look while the doors closed, and my cousin and I were left looking at each other, dead from laughter, as if we had hooked up with the boy and were celebrating it.
I felt euphoric. What seemed like it was going to be the worst moment of my life was turning into the best one, thanks to my cousin's complicity. The TV was playing music at that moment. I started dancing with sinuous movements while my cousin left the pizza on the table. When he turned around and saw me swaying, he couldn't help but laugh, but it wasn't at me. There was something more. The excitement of the moment, the nerves we both must have had, and the euphoria that undoubtedly affected him too, made him act like a drunk. Without losing eye contact, he sat down on the sofa next to the table. and he remained like mesmerized looking at me, with a complicit smile that was driving me crazy. I was in ecstasy. The adrenaline shot from the pizzero had been brutal. The music, the dance, which, curiously, wasn't making me feel ridiculous, but rather getting me drunk more and more, along with the gaze I saw in my cousin's eyes, were making me lose my head.
I approached him very slowly and sensually. When I reached his side, I stood in front of him, joining my knees to his, and lowered my dress a little that had risen again.
-How does Ana do it when she wears this? -I asked with a laughing voice- It's impossible, everything rises all the time.
-It does the same as you -my cousin answered-. Let it rise a bit, lower it, and make everyone hard.
My heart started beating very fast. I could be wrong, but I had the impression that my cousin was just hinting that he was getting hard because of me. In reality, I was sure that's exactly what he meant to say. I kept moving closer. He was still sitting on the sofa. His legs were open, and one of his knees was pointing towards me. I positioned myself above him, while I continued dancing, moving my hips slowly and with my arms raised. His knee rubbed against the inside of my thighs, and, dead from excitement, and I suppose curiosity, he brought his hand to his knee as if he wanted to touch me discreetly.
By then, my breathing had become so deep due to excitement that it started to sound like panting. He was also breathing heavily. His hand finally made contact with the inside of my right thigh. I felt it there and sensed such lust that I could only look at the ceiling and close my eyes, while my breathing accelerated even more. His hand began a slow ascent. It was as if he wasn't sure if he really wanted to do that, but at the same time an invisible force compelled him, until he reached the bottom of my panties, and started to pet her like there was a pussy there. If I didn't faint that moment, it was pure miracle. That area, although not really a pussy, is quite sensitive. I had explored it once before, simulating being a girl who masturbates, and discovered that, although it wasn't like actual masturbation, it had enough morbo and felt good enough to bring me close to a pre-orgasmic state.
I took some of my hair into my mouth in a nervous gesture, while starting to pant, excited by the caresses my cousin was giving me in that area. Then I breathed a bit and decided to go further. I picked up a small piece of pizza from our side and brought it to his mouth as he continued to massage my imaginary clitoris.
'Do you have an appetite?' I asked him.
He nodded with his head, took a bite out of the piece, and I gave him another one in the same spot where he had bitten. He swallowed the piece and pressed his face against mine until we were just a few centimeters apart.
'I still have an appetite,' I said to him.
'And you?'
We looked at each other and finally he leaned in to kiss me.
I went crazy while his tongue pierced my mouth. We kissed, panting with excitement. His hand was no longer caressing me because I had sat on his leg, but his hands were tracing my body as if they wanted to describe it to a blind person. He touched my ass and grabbed it with both hands while I smiled at the gesture. My hands didn't take long to find my next prize.
I started unbuttoning his belt without stopping looking at him. For a few seconds, I was afraid of going too far and being rejected when he saw what I had in mind. Finally, in his head, there must have been a huge mess because he was sure of his heterosexuality, but now he was about to have explicit sex with me. And although everything had been very gradual, it was always possible that, at some point, there might be a limit he wasn't '. Ready to pass, afraid of feeling bad afterwards, and I was approaching him. My hands, despite the nerves, had no problem undoing the buckle or buttoning my pants. I kept looking at him. I was searching for any sign that told me to stop. I was dying to do it. I didn't stop feeling fire in my mouth from kissing, and heat in my legs every time I was aware of the clothes I wore, and how they made me feel seen. Of course, the dress had risen again. It always did until just before showing too much, and that made me feel incredibly sexy, so by this point, I didn't bother to adjust it anymore.
I started lowering the zipper with one hand while the other felt the bulge in my pants like a camping store. It was so hard that I knew I wouldn't stop when I felt it. He must have been really excited to have that rock under his pants. When I finished lowering the zipper, he lifted his butt slightly, inviting me to take off his pants. If there was any sign to keep going, this was definitely it. I had to stand up a bit to finish taking it off.
He looked at me on my feet, pulling down his pants, and with the dress so high that the socks were half an inch from the edge of the skirt, when they usually get covered by it. I think that made him even hornier, but he didn't do anything. He knew what was coming next and let himself be done.
The first time I could see his cock in all its splendor, after also removing his underwear, I stayed hypnotized. There it was. The first cock I was going to touch in my life, apart from mine. Straight like a pole. It seemed precious to me. I didn't want to touch it until I was on my knees in front of it. As if it were an altar I was about to pray at. My cousin was watching me and I think he wasn't quite believing what was about to happen. occur. I brought my face close to hers while holding the base with my fingers to tilt it slightly towards me. My first cock. I fervently wished it wouldn't be the last. I looked at my cousin, smiled, and gave him a little lick on the glans, which is where I know guys like it best.
It was like a first warning. Then I started putting it in her mouth very slowly and carefully so that it would always be pleasant for him. When I got to about halfway, I stopped. I took a break for a bit, playing with my tongue. Savoring every second of what I was living. Enjoying the sensation of being a beautiful woman who was about to give pleasure to a man. I sucked on it when starting to pull it out that first time and concentrated always on not leaving the glans without stimulation more than two or three seconds.
I started making short movements, up and down. My cousin started really groaning at that moment. It wasn't deep breathing anymore, but genuine pleasure groans. I was also about to groan, but his cock muffled the sounds, and my nasal breathing combined with the sound of slapping between his cock and my lips made the excitement surge in me. It was my first blow job, but it was easy for me to do it. I just had to think about how much I liked touching myself to know how he could like it too. Short movements, concentrating on the glans and posterior zone, and accelerating the rhythm to the beat of his groans while making suction so that he could feel touch all over his cock.
When he started uttering exclamations like 'damn' or 'god', I knew the moment of his orgasm was approaching. I concentrated on speeding up the rhythm as much as possible to facilitate it for him. I knew I couldn't keep that pace without getting exhausted, but I was sure I was about to reach it, which was confirmed when he started shouting that he was coming. I suppose he did it to warn me, in case I wanted to move away and let him have a masturbation that would be He would do it, or I would do it myself. Nothing was farther from my intentions. Just keep sucking, accelerating everything as much as possible, until a stream of semen flooded my mouth, and his cries became so loud that I doubt very much if some neighbor didn't hear him. For a few seconds, time stopped. The orgasm was so severe that his back arched, and his legs and arms tensed as if he were receiving an electric shock. Then, his whole body relaxed, and I stopped moving my head while swallowing his warm and viscous semen. I didn't feel any disgust. I was so happy to feel like a woman capable of giving him so much pleasure that his semen tasted like glory to me, even after it had stopped flowing and we were already relaxing, another stream emerged from the tip of his cock and started falling down my side, and I felt the need to lick it with my tongue. He had already come, so that last little lick didn't create any special sensation for him beyond seeing me licking that last drop as if it were a delicious honey. We looked at each other. I didn't know what would happen next. Since he had come, it was possible that he wouldn't want to continue, and the letdown that usually follows us after we've come could lead him to wonder what he'd just done and whether he might feel disgusted with me. Far from it, I brought my hands to my face with tenderness and brought them close to his, kissing him again as before the blow job, although a bit more relaxed. He kissed me with tongue, but also with affection. It was as if he had fallen in love with me, and I felt very strong sensations towards him at that moment, feelings of gratitude for his cooperation and sensitivity in continuing to kiss me after satisfying himself, knowing that I was still hot because everything had revolved around his orgasm. After a few minutes of kissing, I suppose the letdown was passing, and he was recovering some strength. We were silent for a few seconds. He asked me... Because I felt that way. I told him I was happy and content with what had just happened. That for me it was a dream come true, and I didn't need to rush. He got up and went to the bathroom. He wanted to clean himself off before continuing with more kisses and who knows maybe a second round.
When he came back, he didn't hesitate too much. We stopped talking, started kissing again, and he asked me to sit back down on his lap, opening my legs to enclose them, which made it impossible for my dress not to rise up and show those white, silky panties with hearts that had excited me so much when I put them on. I was already used to the sensation of permanent excitement. We'd been like this for at least an hour, doing things and other things, and in no moment had I stopped feeling the thrill it all produced.
I could have done a self-pleasure if I wanted to, and would feel great pleasure along with some relief. But I didn't want to do it in front of him. I wanted to stay feminine. His kisses and caresses were enough for me. Every time I'd gasp from excitement, he'd slide his hand down my thigh, just like he had before. After a few moments, his hand would go back to caressing my groin, and I thought I was going to faint. It was getting harder and harder for me to resist the idea of doing a self-pleasure.
It was clear that he wasn't going to fuck me. That was too much, especially since we'd already come. If he had stopped in the middle of the blow job and asked me, we probably would have done it, but it was my first blow job, and I wanted to get to the end. Besides, I didn't want to try, and risk him saying no.
Now, with his kisses getting more and more intense, and his fingers caressing that area where... thongs. I was left somewhat surprised, mostly because I didn't expect it. I got up a bit to facilitate what he wanted to do and suddenly found myself with his finger entering my ass.
My eyes went wide. Was he really going to do that? Was he going to penetrate me, even just with a finger? What was being a second session of kisses, apparently intended to help us relax, turned into a volcano of sensations for me. His finger entered and exited my ass, and I looked at his eyes while doing so. I was looking at the man's eyes who, in a rather singular way, was penetrating me. When he added a second finger, I had to lean on his shoulder to stifle the cry of pleasure that came out of my mouth at that moment.
It was clear he didn't intend to fuck. That was already too much for him. But neither was he willing for me to leave empty-handed.
His fingers entered and exited my ass, and I moaned over his shoulder, dead from pleasure, when suddenly he stopped and pulled them out. I remained as if someone had cut off the breath of my life. Why now? If I was already at 100%. Then I saw it. A hairbrush with a cylindrical handle, rounded tip, identical in proportions to a cock. I looked at Jose who was smiling.
-This is Ana's - he declared -. She thinks I don't know, but I do.
It was perfect. And knowing that Ana put it in her pussy to masturbate made it sublime. So I didn't say anything, just watched as he inserted it into the lateral of my thongs and placed the tip right at the mouth of my ass. He had previously spat on me, so when he started inserting it, although I felt pain and an unpleasant sensation that I hadn't had with his fingers, I also felt an incredible morbo that I couldn't manage to tell him to stop.
At first, he did it very slowly. He inserted and withdrew it smoothly while I noticed my ass slowly opening up and accepting this object that perfectly simulated a cock. That object that had been in my cousin's vagina so many times and was now penetrating me. Slowly, what was an unpleasant sensation began to cease being so and instead the excitement started giving rise to a unique pleasure I'd never experienced before. I, accustomed to centering all my pleasure on my cock, was discovering that one could have really pleasant sensations in other parts of the body. I asked my cousin to speed up, which he did with enthusiasm. I think he wanted to give me pleasure just as I had wanted to do for him before. The sensations were increasing. I didn't know if it was possible to have an orgasm like that. I wasn't sure. Never had I gone so far before. But little by little I realized I was in the middle of a fuck and that the sensations were very similar to those of masturbation, but multiplied by ten. When I started feeling the first orgasmic contractions, I couldn't believe it. They were fucking me with a kind of dildo and making me come. I screamed, as never before had I screamed while coming. I screamed from pure necessity. It was such an intense and brutal pleasure that my moans and screams weren't because I was excited but because I had completely surpassed the threshold of pleasure I thought one could feel and saw myself completely overwhelmed, while that brush entered and left my ass at full speed. It must have been about fifteen or twenty seconds of an orgasm like that, and I think I almost fainted when it passed. When it did, my cousin was still inserting and removing the brush and although it no longer gave me pleasure, neither did it bother me like it does when I touch my cock just after coming. I could stay there until the afterglow wore off and I came again. I decided to try. I wanted to know if it was possible to come twice in a row through the ass. I asked him to stop for a moment so he wouldn't get tired, but not to take it out. Let it stay. There, as if it were his cock, while I started moving and riding him.
I kept going for a good while, unable to reproduce the orgasm but delighted to see myself like that, as a girl screwing her boyfriend. I kissed him while moving and he responded with passion. He was getting excited again. I could tell. After the first blow job, he had been left alone in his underwear and his cock kept popping out imperiously.
Seeing him that way made me get very excited again, and my ass reacted to that excitement, recovering the sensations I had felt.
-Move it again- I said to my cousin. -And I promise you'll get another blow job later-. He was dead with passion again. I kissed him while starting to move in and out of him with force and speed, driving me crazy with pleasure. It didn't take long for me to have an incredible orgasm that made me scream like a madwoman.
I had done it. I had come twice in one go while screwing. I didn't care if it wasn't his cock really, I had screwed. I knew it, and he did too.
After that, we kissed for a bit, and of course, I kept my promise. I gave him another blow job he enjoyed immensely. He came again in my mouth, and then I spent some time giving him tongue and cleaning him up until we finally fell asleep.
We couldn't take it anymore. We went to bed, not without me returning all the clothes I had taken from my cousin's sister first, and we fell deeply asleep.
The next day, her father arrived and we went to town. When I saw my cousin, I couldn't help but feel something very special. Like an invisible complicity that she wasn't aware of. In a way, I had experienced similar sensations to those she has when she practices sex, and that pleased me.
I had missed the chance to enjoy Wendy's clothes. Thank God for it.
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