Chapter 27

We’re cousins, and our journeys of discovery have always walked hand in hand. The first boys, the first kisses, the most intimate secrets — everything was shared in late-night talks, whispered like sacred confessions. Between us, there was a connection so pure and deep that it went beyond anything carnal or ethereal. It was love in its most genuine form, a force that filled the emptiness of the world around us.

I remember those vacations, when we were as free as the wind blowing across our grandfather’s vast lands, old Bento’s place. His fields were cut by crystal-clear waterfalls and streams that seemed to spring from the earth like invitations to forget time. We’d bathe there, carefree, wearing just our underwear, feeling the water caress our skin. We feared nothing — we were just the two of us, free and untamed, her and me.

The growing desire had its chains, tangled by prejudice and the blood we shared. Even so, I remember that moment with an almost painful tenderness. The strong sun warmed the rocks by the pond, where we sat, our underclothes still wet from the crystal-clear water that barely hid the delicate outlines of our young bodies. The loose fabric hardly covered our breasts, leaving us vulnerable, but we didn’t care. We were laughs of pure joy, ethereal beauties, nymphs to anyone who might see us there, as much a part of nature as the pond, the rocks, and the trees surrounding us.

I remember how I looked at her in that instant. Her face, lit by the sunlight, seemed sculpted by something divine. I felt the desire grow inside me, burning like the heat of the rock beneath us. I wanted to taste her lips, but fear kept me still. There was no courage to ask, and yet, she seemed to feel the same. We sat side by side, the silence filled only by the sound of the water and our hearts beating, fast and strong.

She turned, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment the world seemed to stop. We stayed like that, lost in each other.

“Would it be weird if we kissed?” she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper, as if the trees might hear.

“No…” I replied, the sound escaping more like a sigh than a word.

That’s when our first kiss happened. It started slow, shy. Her lips were small and her mouth half-closed, a surrender that revealed her inexperience. The tip of her tongue brushed mine, causing a light tickle, while her taste was a discovery that overwhelmed me completely, awakening a pleasure I’d never felt before. I wanted to be closer, more inside her, as if that were possible. I desired to be one with her, to dissolve the barriers between our bodies and souls.

My body, restless and feverish, gave clear signs of what was happening inside me. I felt the heat rise to my face, the blush giving me away. My nipples, hard under the thin fabric of my bra, sent an unmistakable message of sensitivity and arousal. Between my legs, a throbbing tingle, brand new, made me understand — that was desire. I wanted to touch her, be touched by her, right there, without reservations, without fear.

The kiss, which had started with hesitation, grew hotter, more urgent. Our mouths moved with increasing hunger, until the need for air, or maybe something greater, made her break it off.

She pulled away, her lips reddened and swollen from the kisses, her disheveled hair framing her expression, a mix of pleasure and shame. She tried to regain control, smoothing her strands in silence, while her eyes avoided mine.

“I’m feeling… things!” she said, her voice trembling, almost a sigh.

“Thirsty?” I teased with a smile, pointing to the water around us. “Look at all that water there.”

She laughed, flustered, but her eyes held a gleam I’d never seen before.

“Let’s take another dip,” she replied, fleeing to the river, as if the water could put out the fire we’d started together.

From the hard rock, we made a platform for our jump. In a joint dive, our bodies cut through the water’s surface like they were dancing an underwater ballet, entwined as if we were two mermaids called by the same song. The current brought us closer, and I could feel her breasts brushing mine, the softness of her skin contrasting with the intensity of the moment. Then, I was wrapped in an embrace that was both intimate and charged with an eroticism that burned us, even under the cold water.

Her hands, so hesitant before, now had a clear purpose. They sought, explored, touched parts of me that, until that moment, had been secrets even to me. Her caresses slid under the thin fabric, invading hidden spaces and awakening sensations I barely knew how to name.

A new kiss emerged — fiercer, hungrier. It was as if all the repressed desire between us exploded at once. The force of her lips against mine, the intensity of her hands wandering over my body, everything contributed to that unique moment. Below the surface, I felt her wetness mix with mine, a fusion so powerful it seemed to erase the boundary between us.

Muffled moans escaped our mouths, mixed with the sound of the water around us. They weren’t words — they were primal sounds, instinctive, the universal language of desire. Lost in each other, the world around us vanished. There, in that instant, it was just us, driven by a current greater than either of us could control.

My legs wrapped around her waist, holding her against me as if they wanted to fuse our bodies into one. The touch of her skin on my pussy was my anchor, and my arms, abandoning any hesitation, tightened around her neck, as if I feared she might slip away. I wanted to feel her completely, I desired her in almost a primitive way, while the cold water rushed over my most private parts, contrasting with the heat consuming us.

Her fingers, trembling and determined, explored the most intimate folds of my body. The first intrusion was disorienting, mixing a sting of pain with an unknown pleasure, like something breaking me open to fill me in a new way. A broken sigh escaped my lips, a mix of surprise and surrender, as I felt her inside me. It was a raw, uncontrollable sensation; I clenched around her fingers, which seemed like they might be crushed inside me, every muscle responding to the fire now burning in us.

Her movements, clumsy and urgent, were like an imperfect dance, but still deeply intimate. Each touch, no matter how rough, carried something deeper, something that seemed bigger than us. The water surrounded us like a silent witness, while an indescribable heat grew in my belly, spreading through my whole body.

The moment was a storm of sensations: discomfort mixed with pleasure, delicacy contrasting with force, all in a chaotic dance that made my body shudder. The desire was overwhelming, insatiable, and with every movement of hers, my body seemed to yield more. I no longer had control. Everything in me cried out for her, and in that instant, in that fraction of a second, the world lost its edges.

My eyes blurred, my strength left my legs and arms, leaving me at the mercy of that explosion taking over me. It was like a wave pulling me under, unable to resist, and I let myself go without hesitation. A cry escaped my throat — loud, hoarse, a cry of plea and absolute surrender.

Under the firm touch of her hand, my body broke through all barriers. For the first time, I was completely taken, surrendering to the peak of everything I felt. The pleasure shot through me like lightning, stripping away any will to resist, any thought that wasn’t that moment. Under her hand, for the first time in my life, I felt the fullness of an orgasm, something so intense it seemed to erase everything around me.

She was my cousin, and that was my first and most unforgettable orgasm. Nothing could erase the memory of that instant — the force, the desire, the fire burning between us. It was forbidden, it was wrong, but it was real. And that afternoon, between the cold water and the heat of our bodies, I discovered a part of myself I’d never known.