Our summer

Last summer, I had a business trip ahead of me—I was supposed to replace a colleague in Almaty for a whole month and a half. By train, it's almost 3 days, so I rarely visited the southern capital. I have relatives there, and quite a lot of them. But my favorites are my cousin Dina and brother Alikhan. Upon arriving in the city, I temporarily settled with them—the company had trouble finding housing. I was 20 at the time, and my beloved (and very handsome!) cousin was 25. He lived with his older sister in a private house. They gave me a separate room. I must admit, I've always been a little in love with Alikhan—so handsome, tall, smart,

kind! And, naturally, I was jealous of him with other girls, even if there was nothing serious between them.

I somehow got through the first work week. On Saturday, I was completely free, so I decided to spend the weekend at home in peace and in front of the TV. Dina had a wedding invitation that evening, and Alikhan was probably resting somewhere with friends at the end of the week. So, I took a shower and settled on the couch. Suddenly, a car stopped right outside the window. Alikhan came into the house with two guys about his age.

— Laura, come with us! We'll show you the city. By the way, this is Rinat and Samir—my best friends." "His best friends" smiled at me with all their teeth.

— Hi! Nice to meet you! No, I'd rather rest, maybe some other time. Thanks.

— Get dressed and let's go!" Alikhan insisted. "I promised your mom I'd take you around the city.

I had to agree. At first, I put on a warm sweater, loose jeans, and sneakers, but upon hearing the guys planned to go to a nightclub later, I dressed to the nines. When the guys saw me all dressed up and made up, they showered me with compliments. And Alikhan, almost inaudibly, whispered as we were leaving the house that I was very beautiful. I blushed at his words.

They drove me around the city for about an hour. But to show even half of Almaty, a whole day isn't enough. Anyway, we headed to the club. There, Samir and Rinat immediately found company in the form of two charming, tipsy girls. And Alikhan didn't even pay attention to anyone. Probably because I didn't let go of his hand for a second. We had fun for about an hour, having secured a good table. And then a showman appeared on stage. He offered a bottle of expensive champagne to the girl who could dance best on the stage by the stripper pole. The beer I'd drunk made itself known—without thinking, I went on stage and pushed aside the competitors. My dance didn't involve stripping, but it was very sexy. Six months before, I had stopped practicing martial arts, but I still tried to keep in good shape. It turned out I could even do a split in the air in tight jeans, holding onto the pole only with my hands. It was a hit! But the girl who stripped down to her underwear won. And I didn't even notice at first that Alikhan had stopped having fun with everyone. He sat quietly, only occasionally raising his bottle when someone proposed a toast.

It was past midnight, and Alikhan offered to drop off his friends and their new acquaintances where they asked—at Rinat's apartment. And Alikhan and I went home. He was silent the whole way, thinking about something, sometimes turning to me and smiling. Reaching my room, I turned on the music and wanted to dance a bit more—just like that, by myself. And I didn't even notice that my brother was standing in the doorway the whole time. He said I danced beautifully at the club, and he liked what he saw. I thanked him and asked him to leave so I could go to sleep. I turned my back to him, thinking he had left. But Alikhan came up to me and hugged me. It wasn't a friendly or familial hug. This touch turned into caressing. I heard Ali inhaling the scent of my hair. I couldn't hold back anymore and responded to him. I tilted my head back, and Alikhan began kissing my neck very gently. I instantly sobered up and turned to face him. For a while, we just stood hugging and looking at each other, not daring to take that serious step. Finally, Alikhan kissed me on the lips, only pulling away for a second to whisper to me, "You're so beautiful... I want you... only you..." "It's all the alcohol..." "No, I couldn't sleep all week, and recently I saw you in a dream and came. I can't hold back anymore..."

He helped me pull off my thin tank top. Slowly, still kissing, we moved toward my bed. I lay down in the middle and wanted to take off my jeans, but Alikhan moved my hands away and did it himself, leaving me lying in just my panties, and he started undressing. God, he's so handsome... I sat on the edge of the bed, began kissing his torso, running my tongue around his navel and right at the edge of his unbuttoned, lowered jeans. Alikhan moaned; apparently, I had gotten very close to his pubic area... I started undressing him and laid him on the bed. When he was completely without underwear, I sat between his legs and leaned down to kiss his beautiful face, lips, neck... His penis pressed against my stomach. He wanted to put his tongue in my mouth, but I pulled away—I wanted everything to be gentler and more careful. I started moving lower, and now—I was at his penis... He is circumcised, and a drop of precum had already appeared on the head. I slowly licked that drop and looked at Alikhan contentedly. He smiled and didn't take his eyes off the process. Spreading his legs wider, I placed my head next to his penis and began lightly touching the head, holding the shaft at the base with my hand. Alikhan breathed louder each time I took the head into my warm, wet mouth and wrapped my lips tighter around it... He kept wanting me to take his full length, but I wanted to play a little more and stopped his attempts to move his hips when he tried to push his penis deeper into me.

Finally, when Ali, apparently, had decided this game would go on forever, I suddenly took the entire penis into my mouth. It touched my throat; I tried to calm myself so I wouldn't feel the urge to inhale and choke. Alikhan leaned back—his chest rose high with each breath. I tightened my lips at the base of his penis and, with a quick movement of my head, pulled off. Alikhan cried out in pleasure... I really didn't want him to finish before he was truly inside me. I had experience with oral sex before, but I was still a virgin. How happy I was that my first man would be none other than Alikhan!

I continued caressing his penis along its entire length, sometimes touching his testicles with my tongue. At such moments, he shuddered, and I began to think I was doing something wrong. After all, the same movement can bring pleasure or pain to the testicles. "Is something wrong?" I asked just in case. Alikhan hurried to answer, "No, no! Everything's great! Don't stop!" And I sped up the pace. This went on for about 10 minutes; my lips were already tired, and the tip of my tongue tingled from constant friction. I started moving back up toward Alikhan's face, making my way with kisses and licks. Reaching his hot lips, I finally gave him the kiss he wanted—passionate, deep, long, with tongues, sometimes lifting my head so he could kiss my chin and neck. "Lie down," Ali whispered and started to rise, giving me space. It was my time to relax and enjoy. Ali settled between my widely spread legs. I could feel his hard penis through my panties and gently rocked my hips to rub my pussy against that hardness. While Alikhan kissed me, I didn't want to remain passive, so I started hugging him and caressing him with my hands. But he moved my hands away and pressed both my wrists above my head with one of his palms. I couldn't move. My breathing grew heavier. My pussy was completely wet from the constant touches. I wanted to scream.

Alikhan kissed my breasts, sucking on each nipple until they hardened

and became very sensitive. I shuddered every time they touched Alikhan's chest or teeth. "Please, put your hand between my legs"—Alikhan took his free hand from my breast and ran his fingers over my panties. I let out a long sigh—I was ready to come from another such gentle touch! Alikhan moved the fabric aside and put his hand there. I began writhing under him even more, moaning as if possessed by the devil himself! "More, darling, more..." I didn't expect it at all, but Alikhan moved lower and started kissing my wet pussy. I generally think cunnilingus is a rare occurrence. But I was lucky—he clearly wasn't doing it for the first time. Oh, how I loved it! Especially when he slowly moved his tongue up and down over my clitoris! It was during one of those moments that I came. I couldn't bring myself to such madness with my own hands, but Alikhan was a true master at it.

When he stopped, I was already lying with my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. "Do you want this? I mean, you won't regret what we might do tonight?" "No, Ali, I've wanted this for a long time, and now I don't want to stop..." Alikhan smiled and kissed me. During the kiss, I felt the head of his penis pressing between my lips. I spread them with my fingers. Alikhan took his penis in his hands and began slowly entering me... I tensed up a bit, feeling pain somewhere inside. "Ouch!" The hymen tore. Alikhan was inside me and wasn't moving. He waited for me to relax and get used to the new sensations. I thought he had entered completely, but lifting my head, I saw it was only half of my brother's penis. Ali started moving again, watching me carefully. I lay with my eyes closed but felt his hot, uneven breath on my face. He sometimes let out a moan, apparently when he went in completely. He made slow and gentle movements, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. I got used to it after a while and wanted more—more speed, more moans, more pleasure! I wanted more of Alikhan! And he also stopped playing the virgin game with me. His movements became rhythmic, fast, passionate. My moans turned into cries. I pressed my legs against Ali's body so he would penetrate deeper into my womb. "Harder, darling, harder... I want more... yes... yes... oh, god... yes... Ah!" My first real, strong orgasm of my dreams. I was brought to it by the first, real, strong man of my dreams. Even after that, Ali didn't stop. I felt a second wave approaching. It was hot outside, and our bodies quickly became covered in sweat. It must have looked very vulgar from the outside—a cousin taking his sister's virginity; both moaning, sweating, and not wanting to stop.

Alikhan turned me onto my stomach, placing his hands under my hot body. One of his hands kneaded my breast, the other caressed my clitoris. He himself sat under my butt and began searching for my hole with the head of his penis. When he inserted his penis into me, he lay on top of me—it became hard to breathe, but I tried not to show it. Alikhan moved slowly, each time pulling his penis out of my vagina and inserting it again. "Ali, it's hard for me to breathe"—I couldn't take it. Then he got on his knees, lifted my hips, and thrust his penis in sharply. I cried out in surprise. Later, I realized this brings much more pleasure and isn't violence at all—it's part of full-fledged sex. Ali made a few slow movements, then one strong thrust. His hands slid over my back and thighs. After another thrust, I asked him, "Do that again... Ah! More... Yes!" I didn't need to ask him further—he fucked me so hard that I only screamed and cried, calling his name and begging to God. When he started taking frequent breaks, I suggested finishing everything with a blowjob. "I want to taste your juice," I said, and turning to face him, leaned down to take his penis in my mouth. Ali, with his last strength, moved his hips and finally came in my mouth. I drank every drop, wiped my lips with my hand, and hugged Alikhan. We knelt facing each other on the bed in silence, catching our breath.

We went to sleep, and when I woke up, no one was next to me. About 10 minutes later, Alikhan came in—he was glowing like a happy and content child! "Good morning, beautiful!" With these words, he leaned in to kiss me, but Dina came in right after him and almost caught us! That day, we never had a moment alone, and I could see he was itching to at least hug me. I wanted that too. And we found a reason to leave the house for a while—we suddenly decided to go to the supermarket for groceries. We were gone for several hours; Dina couldn't reach us. And Alikhan and I had sex in the back seat of his car. When we returned home, I couldn't close my legs—in the cowgirl position, I had to spread them wider so Ali could move his hips up and down more easily for a long time. I had bruises on my thighs from Alikhan's hands. We were both worn out and tired. But at night, we slept together again, even though Dina's room was next door and she could have come in and seen us at any moment.

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