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A couple of months ago, my cousin sister moved in with me. She needed a place to stay while she attended college nearby, and I was more than happy to help. She was always playful and comfortable around me, but recently, her behavior had become increasingly flirty and bold.
It started with small things — she’d change clothes in front of me, often wearing just her bra and panties. Her comments became more suggestive, and she’d touch me casually, her hand lingering on my arm or back longer than necessary. I noticed how her piercing blue eyes would follow me around the room, filled with a mixture of curiosity and something more.
Being just 18, I was new to these sensual feelings, and every touch and glance made my heart race. One evening, she offered to give me a massage. I had been feeling tense, so I eagerly accepted. Stripping down to my bra and underwear, I lay on my bed, waiting for her to start. Her hands were warm and skillful, working out the knots in my shoulders and back. I relaxed into her touch, my body melting under her fingers.
Her hands moved lower, massaging my lower back and then my buttocks. I tensed for a moment, unsure of her intentions, but the sensation was so good that I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, brushing against my skin. My breath hitched, and I felt a wave of excitement and fear wash over me.
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Relax,” she whispered, her voice soft and soothing. Her…
