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I've had a crush on my oldest first cousin since I was little. He was just that boy all the girls wanted. Cute, tall, built, funny as all hell, relaxed, adventurous. How could you not like him? And, being his only full-blooded girl cousin, not to mention about four or five years younger, he was quite partial to me. Always joking with me like I was any of the other boys, and when we grew up he would smoke weed with me or let me bum a cigarette. It was nice to have some positive male attention.

There was an incident, when I was younger. I wasn't too young to not understand, but I was young, and so was he. I was sleeping in his bed and he decided to lay with me, and then I felt him rubbing himself against my ass. I didn't try to stop it, mostly because I didn't want to. I knew exactly what was happening, so young or not, I was still consenting.

We never spoke of it. Ever. There was maybe an awkward eye-lock or two, where I would blush and look away quickly so I never saw his reaction. I almost didn't want to.

Well, time went on and we saw each other less and less. Part of it was growing up, part of it was my grandmother passing and our families disconnecting. But after a while, due to some serious drug issues with my parents, we were forced to move in with my aunt. I wasn't exactly happy about it, but at the same time I was excited to see HIM again. All I felt was disappointment, though, when we moved in and he paid no attention to me. My heart kind of broke. We used to have such a great bond and now it was as if we were strangers.

Months passed, and I started to smoke weed more heavily, and I was going out all the time and drinking and this and that. Teenager stuff. I lost my virginity to a senior, and started to have sex regularly with one of the neighborhood thugs. I gave up all hope that he was even remotely interested.

But, something happened one night that made me look at him a little more closely. I was bending over getting something from the bottom of the fridge, and I saw him very blatantly staring at my ass. It made me nervous, but it also made me so intensely aroused that I had to "take care of myself" just minutes after.

So I started to pay more attention to him. And, sure as shit, he was ALWAYS looking at me. If I was wearing a top that maybe accentuated my boobs(which were ample C cups by that time), I would see him take quick glances when he thought I wasn't looking. Shorts or tight pants did the same thing. So I began to dress provocatively on purpose. Even over casual family dinner, he would glance surreptitiously at me across the table. It drove me crazy to know that even though he acted like he wasn't interested, he was.

And then it happened. On a breezy spring day, while everyone was out. He was downstairs(the house was on stilts and everything underneath was open, except for the small room where the washer and dryer were kept) fixing a bike, and I had bummed a cigarette and was smoking it on the couch not too far from him. I was wearing my most low-cut top and a skirt, hoping to provoke him. And it did. It took all of four minutes of us being downstairs together for him to drop what he was doing and stare at me. I was doing my best to appear sexy, wearing blood red lipstick and waving my cigarette around, pursing my lips when I exhaled the smoke. And it didn't take long for me to notice the clanging had stopped, so I looked at him. And we locked eyes. And in that single moment we both knew what we wanted.

He crossed the two or three yards between us in just a handful of strides, and he grabbed me and kissed me. I felt something, I'm not sure if it was a tingle or if it was pure electricity, but something travelled all the way to my toes and made them curl. He pulled me into the small laundry room, and I took over. I unbuckled his belt, and took him into my mouth. I watched him closely, with his head thrown back and his mouth forming a large O of pleasure. It was absolutely empowering to know that I could have this effect on someone. So I kept doing whatever I was doing. I remember his orgasm vividly, because I had never seen something so arousing and beautiful. He groaned, and then made a few sharp "uh, uhhhh" noises, and then he was pulsing in my mouth. I didn't know what else to do, so I swallowed and let him slip from my lips, lipstick smeared at the base of his cock, spent.

I stood and wiped my mouth, and took in the sight of him; flushed and satisfied. And all because of me. I kissed his cheek chastely, and skipped off upstairs before anyone came home.

I didn't think it would go further than that.

Little did I know...