My cousin took my virginity

This happened. It’s up to you if you believe me, I don’t really care. I want to write it down though. While I don’t think I will ever forget this for the rest of my life, I want to remember the smaller details while they’re still fresh in my mind. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head ever since it happened. A large amount of it is about me, a 17 year old male with nothing but my dick and my messed up thoughts. So no homo. You’ll get a better idea of what actually happened and how amazing this was for me if you read it all.
Two weeks after finishing school for the day I decided to visit my auntie and cousin with whom I haven’t seen in quite some time. I’ve always been really close to both of them, and they’re more like a second mother and sister to me. My auntie is a single mom. The dickhead dad ditched her and his daughter around 4 years ago. He moved 200 miles away and started a new family with some other woman. He sends money and Birthday cards though, so that’s OK.

Both myself and my cousin are only children with no siblings, so the two of us have been especially close to each other growing up. She’s a little bit older than me, 18 years old, in her first year of University. I’ve always thought she was pretty. The fact that she is related to me has always compelled me to limit my perception of her as merely “pretty”. You can judge for yourself from the New Years Eve photo. Not sure why the Christmas tree is still up though.

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My cousin Emily was on her Christmas break from University for a few weeks. So I got there and there was no one home. I’ve had a key for years since it’s my 2nd home, so I decided I’d go in any to get some food. I went and made myself a sandwich and coffee and watched some TV. I wandered into my Emily’s bedroom, curious to see any University work she had brought home just to see how difficult it was.
I spent a few minutes looking at some of her books, and photos, I dunno, just snooping around…bored. I don’t why, but I to opened up the top drawer on the dresser. I saw all her panties, bras, socks, and tampons. I questioned why I was looking through her drawer and was about to stop, but just before I did I caught something shiny out of the corner of my eye. It was one of those small “bullet” vibrators. I picked it up and turned it on, and it started vibrating quite softly. An image immediately crept into my mind of her lying on the bed, naked, with the vibrator on her privates while she moaned softly. I looked around further, and found a dildo with some sort of weird attachment which I suppose was meant for the clitoris. There were also several condoms in the drawer, including a few empty packets that had obviously been opened.
That was the first time I had any sexual thought about her. Yeah, I know she’s hot, but we’re cousins. You don’t really think about that sort of thing unless something triggers it. There was only two occasions I can remember in my life that might be considered sexual between the two of us. One time when I was about 6 years old, during a time when I was obsessed with Wrestling, I found a porno mag which must have been her dads. This was my first exposure to sex and it confused the hell out of me. Why are the man and woman naked and holding each other? Why do they look so happy? All I can remember afterwards was that myself and Emily were playing as we always did upstairs in her room when my mom was visiting my aunty. We were both naked. We were both copying positions that were in the porno mag. Out of fucking nowhere my mom opened up the door on, looked angry, split us up and we went home. Nothing else was said and never has been. I’m not trying to say I was having sex with my cousin at 6 years old, we were just sort of rolling around and play fighting. We had no idea what the fuck we were doing. 10 minute beforehand she was watching saved by the bell on TV and I was playing Pokemon Red on my Gameboy(blue is for faggots son)
The second incident, to cut a long story short, was my proper introduction to sex. Emily’s dad had bought a new PC and an internet connection. This was the only computer in the house, and no one was allowed to touch it. Absolutely no one. Apart from her dad. So she’d always be over at my house using my family PC to go on Myspace or Kazaa. She was around 13 years old, and one day when we were alone she showed me a hardcore porn video.* Dick. Vagina. Semen. She said that I was supposed to watch it and pull on my penis and it would feel good.
“That’s what some of the boys in my year said they do”
And that was that. My Sex ED lesso. So it began. I guess this was the exact moment I became a teenager. Like before, this was never brought up again. But within one week of Emily showing me that video and saying the words “Pull” and “Penis”, my family PC was littered with “DIRTY-TEEN-FUCKEDHARD-18YEAR-ANAL.exe” and thousands of its variants. Gone were the days of looking curiously at the lingerie section in my mom’s clothing catalogue and questioning the meaning of life. Welcome to the internet. Enjoy. I’ve been jacking it almost every single day since then like the filthy animal I am.
I’ve never heard her talk about boyfriends or anything like that. She teases me about girls and deliberately makes me embarrassed when she asks me if I’m a virgin. I’ve always thought of her as a sweet and innocent girl. It’s not like she dresses slutty or even talks about guys she thinks are hot. No posters of Justin Timberlake and Enrique Iglesias on her wall If you get what I mean. But It would be quite naïve to think a girl as hot as her doesn’t get any sexual attention from other guys. And the condoms in her drawer pretty much confirmed that. Behind all the innocence, girls can be just as naughty as guys.
Anyway, I kept looking. There were bikinis, briefs, french knickers, shorts, thongs, g-strings, suspenders, tights, stockings. Everything from plain white cotton to dark red satin and see through black mesh. All styles and colors and materials. Hard to picture her wearing any of this stuff. After a quick scan I picked up one of the thongs and without even thinking of what I was doing, my motions on cruise control, put the part where the vagina sits up to my nose. I inhaled deeply.

It was absolute heaven.

These weren’t dirty panties, but I could still smell the scent of her vagina. I didn’t even know what a fucking vagina smelled like, I had yet to so much as finger a girl. But it was a smell so distinct it had to be it. And mixed with that “fresh out of the washing machine” smell, it was just beautiful.
Standing there in the middle of the room with my head back and a pair of panties on my face, I suddenly realized the fucking window in her room looked out to the entire street with the curtains wide open in broad daylight. I was almost about to snap out of it, to stop being such a fucking weird perv, and just go home and distract myself from all of this with my crack-like addiction to Starcraft and 4chan (shoutout to mah niggaz MVP, Zyzz, and based adam farrignton)
I felt a twitch in my trousers. I felt aroused. Very aroused. Then I felt like any moment now my Auntie or Cousin would walk past the window and see me standing there with the panty drawer wide open and with absolutely no explanation to offer. So I went into panic mode. I picked up 4 pairs of underwear. Rationally thinking that 4 missing would be too suspicious, I put one back. Irrationally thinking with my dick, I picked it back up.
Regular cotton white briefs with a black playboy logo on the front. Some sort of tutu/micro skirt black underwear with frilly pink bits that stick out. Then I don’t know what they’re called, but like a tiny version of mens boxer shorts that were yellow and with a sort of see- through mesh material. And finally, a dark red and black satin/ silk thong. Really smooth.

So I crammed them all into my jacket pocket. Left the house, and started walking. It was a good 15 minute walk to the bus stop, which involved me having to go the shop to pick up some things, so my arousal level slowly faded until I had forgotten everything about the last 15 minutes.

I was sitting at the back of the bus where the only other person was a middle aged woman and her daughter at the other side. I had my music playing, half reading the newspaper. In the back of my mind was trying to ignore the fact that I had just stolen 4 panties from my cousin, for no apparent reason. I stared out of the window and contemplated for a good minute how fucking weird this was. One part of my conscience telling me I should be so fucking ashamed of myself, the next It’s “normal” to do this and not that bad really. Whatever it is, when I put my hand in my pocket and felt the materials of each of the panties, I didn’t give a shit about what I was doing. I imagined how I would feel if I found out some girl had stolen my boxer shorts so she could rub them on her pussy. That would be fucking awesome. Then I remembered the really weird part about the situation. That the panties didn’t belong to just any girl, but my cousin. So then I pictured Emily masturbating with them instead, and well…that didn’t really change my mind.
I was sat right next to where the bus engine is, and anyone in Britain knows how much vibration there is at the back of the buses. Felt like a faggot getting turned on by erections, but it felt good. Those slight vibrations in my penis. I was just sitting there staring out the window, quietly content with the semi in my pants and the silky texture of the panties in my hand. I was telling myself to be patient, because I knew my mom wasn’t home and in about 15 minutes I’d be jacking it like a motherfucker.
The patience ended after about a minute. Packed bus. Woman and child sitting a few feet away. Couldn’t give a fuck. I just couldn’t help myself. Delving into that fucked up weird sexual state of mind every guy knows, I decided to up the ante. I slowly pulled out the pink satin panties that were in my jacket pocket, and slid them down my trousers.