— Seriously, cousin… teach me, please — I kept insisting, half laughing, half serious.
I felt so comfortable with her. We were such good friends, with an incredible connection, that I thought it would be nice. No malice, no hidden intentions. Just two friends, on some random night, sharing secrets and lessons.
She didn’t even need to answer.
Her look already said everything: she was in. We stayed there, lying down, staring at each other, half serious, half laughing. I slowly moved closer, my heart racing, trying to get into the mood. But when our faces were almost touching, our lips nearly brushing… she started laughing.
And that was it.
Everything fell apart.
I started laughing too! We fell into such an absurd laughing fit that we looked like two idiots at the peak of adolescence — which, well, we were.
I tried to stay serious, to control myself, and said:
— Carol, stop laughing, come on… it’s supposed to be a real kiss! She even tried. She took a deep breath, put on a forced concentrated face and said:
— Okay. Go ahead now.
But as soon as I got close again, just centimeters from each other’s faces, she burst out laughing once more. And I joined her, obviously. It was impossible!
We waited for the laughing fit to pass, took deep breaths, and tried again. And then… it happened. A lame little peck. Just lips touching. But it counted.
— Ahhh, that doesn’t count! It has to be a real kiss — I complained, a mix of nervousness, laughter, and genuine curiosity.
— Okay, girl! Then close your eyes!
My heart raced instantly. I could feel her breath so close to my face, and the scent of her perfume mixing in the air. Then, suddenly, I felt her lips touch mine.
She guided me calmly, showing me how to fit our lips together, how to move slowly, how to let the tongue find the rhythm. It was a soft and tender kiss, but at the same time, it had an intensity that surprised me and sent shivers through my entire body. When our tongues touched, it was magical — I swear. I felt an electric current run through me.
The pressure of the kiss increased just a little, but it was enough for me to forget where I was. My heart was pounding, and a delicious warmth spread through my whole body. I didn’t want to stop. Not really. But then Carol gently pulled away and said:
— There. Now you know how to kiss.
I stayed there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. My breathing still a little heavy, my cheeks on fire, and my heart? Beating so hard I could hear it.
— Wow — was all I managed to say.
Carol let out a little giggle and threw herself onto her back on the bed, as if she had just taught me how to braid hair instead of giving me my first kiss.
— See, Rafa? There’s no mystery… you just let it flow. Now you’re ready to kiss everyone! You’ll have all the boys at school at your feet, you little slut.
I burst out laughing, pretending to be indignant:
— You’re so extra, Carol! For God’s sake!
— But it’s true! — she shot back, all cheeky. — Your kiss is good, cousin!
We were tired. I turned off the bedroom light to sleep, but who was I kidding? My head was racing a million miles an hour, bubbling like a pressure cooker. Carol’s kiss had stirred something in me that I couldn’t even explain. Intense, completely unexpected, but incredibly good! So good that my body seemed to have a will of its own.
I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling and reliving every second of that kiss. The gentle way she guided my lips, the warmth of her mouth, the shy then bolder touch of our tongues meeting… My whole body shivered just remembering it. A strange heat rose from my belly, sliding down between my legs.
It had awakened something in me. Something new, confusing… and it left me both scared and absurdly curious.
And the craziest part? I wanted more.
I turned on my side and watched Carol. She had already completely passed out, sleeping peacefully, with light and serene breathing, her hair spread across the pillow. So beautiful… she looked like a sleeping angel.
Meanwhile, I was there, completely wired, my skin tingling all over and feeling a heat rising up my thighs. My heart was beating so hard I was almost sure she would hear it if she woke up.
I had never imagined I would feel something like this — and especially not for my cousin.
I ran my finger across my lips, slowly tracing the outline of my mouth, still tasting the sweet, soft flavor of her kiss. It was so… addictive! I slid my fingers down my neck, reaching my breasts over the thin t-shirt. I touched my nipples, which were already hard and erect. A slow, hot wave spread through my entire body.
My hands kept moving downward, brushing over my belly, playing at the edge of my panties. When my fingers slipped underneath the fabric, they found me soaked, wet in a way that surprised me.
With my heart racing, I let my hand move freely over my skin, feeling the wetness and letting the pleasure guide me. At first, almost shyly, I slid my fingers along my wet lips, remembering exactly how Carol’s tongue had met mine — slow, curious, and delicious. Every now and then I gently squeezed my breasts with my other hand, imagining it was her hands there, squeezing and pinching. The tangled sheet around my body only made everything hotter. My breathing grew shorter, heavier, almost suffocating.
I slipped my fingers inside, timid at first, but the wetness took over: I was drenched. Wet in a way I didn’t even know was possible just from a kiss. The movements came naturally, soft at the beginning — slow circles, light and exploratory over my hot, slippery flesh that pulsed against my fingers. Each touch sent a different shiver, a spark that ran up my spine and made my nipples ache with desire.
My hand seemed to have a life of its own now. I caressed myself slowly, but hungrily. Remembering that delicious mouth, the way she looked at me when we pulled apart. And the more I touched myself, the more I surprised myself.
“Carol, what did you do to me?” I thought, biting my lips to keep from moaning too loudly. There, in that night with my breathing still fast and my whole body throbbing, I could only think of her, of her taste and her warmth…