At that moment, I opened my eyes. Between that limbo between being awake or asleep, the only thing that came to mind were those little memories that happened last night; having my own cousin at my mercy, wishing to be filled by my masculine fluids was something that I will describe as: unusual, sickly and of course, exciting. The latter emphasizes perfectly with the second description. I'm crazy, you will tell me, but listen: Linka is someone attractive and intelligent, who wouldn't take advantage of what I take advantage of?

I turn my gaze even while lying on my bed, and I see two huge buttocks stuck to my face. That unexpected pleasure brought me back to reality. At that moment, with a remarkable blush I realized that my cousin, Linka, lay lying face down on the mattress with her left leg brushing the hairs of my hair and her other leg, the right, on top of my torso. Her beautiful butt was covered only by a semi-transparent pink thong. My face was completely in the center of that scene that, first sooner rather than later, caused me an erection and deep desires to subject her to play her "old games", but there was something stopping me. And that something was more of a question: Were the moments I had imagined when I woke up real? Had everything that had happened been reality, or was it just my imagination?

Small details that would not let me continue with my mission. Everything had happened "yesterday." Our first time was yesterday, our first orgasm was yesterday... the confession of love we had in the bathroom after five rounds was yesterday. Confession of love ?! Je, one of the happiest moments of my life, by confession; Not for sexual rounds. The point is that she swore to love me and keep our secret fully secured. But, the same fucking question tormented me: Had it been real? That dirty and disgusting desire that I had longed for a year ago had happened? There was only one way to find out. I don't think asking is an option.

Delicately, I grabbed the thread of my cousin's thong, thread that was totally nailed to my "beloved" ass, found it delicately trying not to wake her up and continued pulling towards the area that covered her feminine intimacy. Then he put the undergarment aside.

It smelled like strawberries.

Trying to make the same effort not to wake her, I introduced my tongue vaginally and began to move like a mouse trying to escape from a stage where the fans are cats, read, quickly and without any rest.

The point was that I enjoyed it, it turned me on, but it made me more excited to know that this person, as far as I knew, was asleep.

I continued with my mission happily, until ... Zhals! My tongue, lips, groin, and even parts of my face had been surrounded by vaginal fluids that Linka Loud gave off, like a fountain giving off drops of water.

I was all soaked. I didn't care if last night was real or not, enjoy every damn moment. Its interior tasted the same to what it smelled externally: Strawberries.

It was there when madness came to mind ...

I got up, I lowered my panties and I was not surprised to know the fact that I was already erect. That my cousin remained wet also impressed me.

When the tip of my limb touched his vaginal tissues, our creator to punish us for our sins made Linka groan. He groaned so much that it was almost unlikely that anyone in the house had heard him; all this at the same time that some Linka liquids finished falling to the floor.

The scream, or scream I would say, only lasted five seconds, since I managed to cover my mouth with effort. Then, a new concern flooded me. I sense that you already know what it is. The problem was that I didn't know how to explain it to him. I didn't know how to tell Linka. My Linka

So try to improvise.

"Li ... Linka." I was trying to formulate my prayers, but I was so nervous that I stuttered. Let me tell the version without stuttering: "Linka, look at this is not what it seems." Okay, yes; but you see, I know that this is not a way, nor the moment to tell you that I love you, but ... The truth is that yes, I love you Linka, and if you do not correspond to me then I believe that, although resigned, I will accept it. But deep down I love you, and I will always love you. I have vague memories of you and I making love, but I am so forgetful that it seems like a dream. One very ... real.

"Linky, I ..." she finally said. There was tension in the air, but what to say? Until he started laughing. "Hahaha, don't be silly." If you and I did it the previous night several times. I can't believe you forgot, we even took oaths, heh. I love you silly, never forget it.

"Oh ..." I was stunned. But a wicked smile appeared in me.

-So. "I said at last," we continue with our little game, my lady?

"Yes," my albino said as she put in four. "Just as we promised yesterday in the shower,"

the girl feels something harder than cement entering her anal way; something that, although it hurt, did not deny that he liked it and that, in fact, it excited him so much, to the degree that she ran with the first push I gave. I know because she personally told me later, heh. —... Ahhh; we promised that this — I push again and return, to put in and out; faster and faster, as my beloved likes. "Not many of the others ..." "Totally excited, I continued to pull my beloved's hair." —... They would be the last time! Now punish me as a sinner with your great manly member!

Normal narration

"And that's how children are like their father treating his wife and cousin." I hope that what I have told you will help you.

The children Lincoln talked to looked at each other with a smile.

"Thank you for the advice, Dad." Now we will go to sleep. —The children were told by retiring. Hours later, Lincoln heard strange noises in his room.

End of story.

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