It was just another quiet afternoon at home, the house empty, my parents gone for the weekend. Incest Phone Sex ran through my mind like a secret thrill as I heard the familiar thump of basketballs outside. Then a knock at the door made my heart skip a beat. He stood there, tall and impossibly lean, glistening from practice. My sexy boy cousin, the one I’d been thinking about for weeks, holding a bottle of water.
I smiled, trying to play it casual, but my body had other ideas. Every thought of me was aware, and I wanted him close. I led him inside, asking about how basketball practice went, letting my hand brush his as I handed him the water. The tension between us was electric, almost too much to bear. I felt that pull in my chest, the electricity as he took a sip, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind.
He leaned against the counter, and I moved closer feeling his hard boner against my leg, letting my body casually brush his. My fingers trailed lightly along his arm, teasing, just enough to make him notice. I whispered something freaky to him, my voice low and husky, and I could see his eyes flicker, betraying a curiosity he tried to hide. Every smirk he did kept me on my toes, then he teased me glancing at my boobs, while he gently kissed my neck.
I stepped closer, letting my lips almost touch his ear, my breath hot, sending shivers down both our spines. The room felt smaller, tighter, as desire quietly built between us. I imagined him leaning in, my fingers tangling in his hair, my lips tracing slow, deliberate paths. Him touching me felt so fucking good, I creamed all over myself craving every inch of his super long dick. I’ve been wanting to fuck my cousin for the longest time, even when he had a girlfriend, I still didn’t care.
He laughed nervously, and I leaned back just enough to give him a moment, my eyes locking with his. The tension, the heat as I dropped down on my knees for him slowly unzipping his pants, the silent words hanging in the air… it was intoxicating as he pushed his cock down my throat. The thrill of desire, of knowing I could seduce him completely when no one else was around, made my pulse race. My mind spun with fantasies, imagining the seductive, teasing exchanges that could take over the room.
By the time he left, water forgotten, I was breathless, flushed, and buzzing with the memory of what just happened. That spark, that playful seduction, that silent understanding of desire… it lingered, teasing me long after the door clicked shut. Tonight, desire had won, and the memory of this fantasy would haunt me deliciously for days.






















