My Cousin Chose Me for Her First Time on Christmas

Family tradition dictated that Christmas Eve was celebrated at my grandparents’ house, a big place on the outskirts with a garden and a dining room that could fit us all. Uncles, aunts, cousins of different ages, and the grandparents presiding over the table with that tired dignity that comes with the passing years. It was the same ritual as always: too much food, half-hearted carols, and gifts nobody had asked for.

Sofía arrived late, as she usually did. She was my Uncle Marcos’s daughter, three years younger than me, and that night I saw her come through the door and almost didn’t recognize her. There was something different. Maybe it was the dark dress she was wearing, fitted and more grown-up than I had expected, or maybe it was that the last time I had really seen her she was eighteen and now she was nineteen. Things change.

She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek as always, but this time she left her lips there a second longer than necessary.

“Hi, cousin,” she said, looking me in the eyes.

“Hi, Sofía. You’re late.”

“I’m always late,” she replied with that smile of hers that never apologized for anything.

During dinner, I noticed her watching me from the other end of the table. It wasn’t the usual look, that distracted cousin-to-cousin glance. It was something else. She poured me more wine when she passed by, brushed my arm for no apparent reason, and when the older relatives started telling the same old stories and the kids were running around the garden, she sat down beside me and rested her foot on mine under the table. Then she slid her foot up my calf, very slowly, until the tip of her bare toes brushed my crotch. I felt my cock harden against the fabric of my pants and she noticed it, because she lowered her eyes and gave the faintest smile before pouring herself more wine.

I said nothing. I didn’t move it away either.

It was obvious what was happening. Only neither of us had named it yet.

***

After dinner, the adults settled into the living room. The television, the brandy, the long conversations repeated every year. The children were already asleep. I went out into the garden to get some cold air; I needed to clear my head.

Sofía came out after me a minute later.

“It’s cold,” I said, as if I needed to say something.

“I know,” she replied, but she didn’t go back inside.

We stood there in silence for a while, looking at the dark garden. The Christmas lights on the terrace blinked behind us and cast colors over the wet grass.

“Can I ask you something?” she said suddenly.

“Sure.”

She took a while to speak. She folded her arms as if she were cold, though I thought it was something else.

“Do you think two people can fuck even if they shouldn’t?”

I didn’t answer right away. I understood perfectly what she was asking me.

“Depends who they are,” I said.

“You know who we are.”

I looked at her. She held my gaze without wavering. Sofía had never been shy, but that night there was something more: a determination I had never seen before. The kind that takes months to build up and comes out all at once.

“Sofía....”

“Don’t tell me it’s a bad idea. I already know. I don’t care. I’ve been touching myself for months thinking about you and I’m sick of doing it alone.”

My mouth went dry. I went inside. She followed me. I didn’t head toward the living room.

***

In the back room, the one my grandparents used for storage and that night was locked with a key I knew where was kept, we found ourselves alone for the first time that night. The room had a narrow bed, boxes stacked against the walls, and a small window with the blind down. It smelled of old wood and something vaguely sweet I couldn’t identify. I locked the door from the inside.

“I’ve never fucked anyone,” Sofía said. She didn’t say it like an apology or a warning. She said it as information. “No one’s ever had a dick inside me. But I’ve thought about yours a lot.”

“Does that change anything for you?”

“No. For you?”

“No.”

She came closer and kissed me. It was an awkward kiss at first, with the cold lips from the garden, but it quickly found its rhythm. She slid her tongue into my mouth without shyness, as if she’d been rehearsing that movement for hours, and bit my lower lip as she pulled away for a second to breathe. Her hands were warm when she put them on my chest, and that was when I realized she had been like that all night: cold on the outside, burning on the inside.

I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her closer. She pressed against me without hesitation and lowered one hand to find my cock over my pants. She squeezed me with an open palm, measuring the bulge, and let out a sigh against my neck.

“Fuck,” she murmured. “You’re already rock hard.”

“You’ve been teasing me all through dinner.”

“Good.”

I pulled down the side zipper of her dress and slid it off over her head in one motion. She was left in a black bra and matching panties, trembling slightly though not from cold. I unclasped her bra and her breasts fell heavy and firm, her nipples already hard as stone. I crouched down and took one into my mouth, sucking it fully while I squeezed the other with my hand. She arched her back and buried her fingers in the back of my neck.

“Slowly,” I said against her skin.

“I don’t want slow,” she whispered. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

I made her sit on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. I opened her legs with both hands, unhurried, watching her face to read every reaction. When my hands reached the inner part of her thigh, she held her breath and pressed her fingers into the mattress.

My fingers reached her panties. She was soaking wet, the dark fabric clinging to her pussy, and that was enough to confirm that what had begun in the garden wasn’t a split-second impulse but something that had been building long before tonight.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she confessed in a very low voice.

“All day?”

“Since I got dressed. I touched myself before coming. I came thinking about you and I still got here wet.”

I pulled down her panties and let them fall to the floor. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wider by instinct. Her pussy was shaved, her lips swollen and shining with how wet she was. I lowered my face without any ceremony and ran my tongue all the way from bottom to top, tasting her for the first time. Sofía jolted violently and brought a hand to her mouth to keep from crying out.

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped through her fingers. “Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ.”

I took my time. I sucked her clit with my lips, licked it in slow circles, bit it very gently, then pulled it fully into my mouth. Every time I found the right rhythm, she closed her thighs around my head as if trying to keep me there forever. I spread her legs with my hands, opened her wide, and shoved my tongue in as deep as I could, fucking her pussy with my mouth.

“Put it in me,” she gasped. “A finger, please, a finger inside.”

I slid in my middle finger slowly. I felt the resistance, the tension, the way she clutched the duvet with her free hand. She was tight, so tight I could feel the walls closing around my finger with a heartbeat of their own.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little. Don’t stop. Keep going while you eat me out.”

I continued more carefully, letting her set the pace. I went back down on her clit while my finger slid in and out, and I added a second finger when I felt her opening up more. She began to yield little by little. Her hips started moving on their own, seeking more, grinding against my face shamelessly. The sounds my fingers made inside her, wet and obscene, filled the small room.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Fuck, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

I pressed my tongue hard on her clit without stopping the movement of my fingers inside her and she came apart. She climaxed with a muffled cry into the back of her own hand, her whole body trembling, her thighs clamping against my ears hard enough to hurt. I felt her pussy throbbing around my fingers, gushing over my chin, and I held there until she stopped shaking.

“I want you to keep going,” she said when she could speak again. “I want everything. I want your dick inside. Now.”

***

I straightened up and sat beside her. She reached for my fly with trembling hands and opened it. She took my cock out with her right hand, wrapped her fingers around it, and measured the thickness with wide eyes.

“It’s bigger than I thought,” she said.

“And what did you think?”

“I don’t know. Smaller.”

She bent down without warning and took it into her mouth. She was clumsy, gagging as soon as it touched the back of her palate, but she tried again immediately. She sucked me with more eagerness than technique, going up and down with her lips sealed, strings of saliva hanging between her mouth and my cock every time she pulled back to breathe.

“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” she murmured with her mouth full.

“You’re doing it perfectly. Use your tongue. Like this.”

She learned fast. She licked the tip in circles, sucked my balls one after the other, and took me back in as deep as she could. I put my hand on the back of her neck, not forcing her, just guiding her, and she closed her eyes and let me set the pace. When I felt I was about to lose control, I gently pulled her away.

“Are you sure about what comes next?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about you for months,” she said, looking straight at me, her mouth still shining. “I’m not sure about many things, but I am about this. Fuck me already.”

We took off the rest of our clothes. I got over her and kissed her again while I found the position. She wrapped her legs around mine and drew me toward her with a firm pressure that left no doubt. I ran the tip of my cock along the lips of her pussy, up and down, soaking it with how wet she was.

“Don’t make me wait,” she gasped. “Put it in me.”

I entered slowly, very slowly. She held in a sound in her throat, a sound that was neither quite pain nor quite something else, but both mixed into a single exhale. The head went in with difficulty, stretching her, and I could feel how her pussy resisted letting the rest through.

I stopped.

“Keep going,” she said through her teeth.

I kept pushing carefully. Another centimeter, and another, and another. At some point I felt real resistance and stopped instinctively. She dug her fingers into my back, not to stop me but to push me on.

“Keep going,” she repeated. “Break me already.”

I pushed hard. I felt the exact moment she gave in, the barrier yielding wetly around my cock, and I felt her open fully to take me to the hilt. Sofía let out a long, broken exhale into my neck, clinging to me with her nails dug in. I stayed still, buried to the base inside her, letting her settle, not moving.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she answered, and there was something different in her voice, something I hadn’t heard before. “I’ve got all of it inside me. Fuck, I can feel it up to my belly button. Don’t stop.”

***

I started moving. Slowly at first, with short, measured thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and then burying myself back in, reading every expression on her face. She gradually relaxed, and the pain gave way to something else. I noticed the change in her breathing, in the way her hips started answering mine almost without her consciously deciding to. Her pussy was letting my cock go and then squeezing me again with each thrust, getting slicker and slicker, surrendering more and more.

I kissed her neck, her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder. She turned her head to give me more access and kept pressing her lips together to stay quiet, though every now and then a sound escaped anyway, small and breathless. The impact of my pelvis against hers began making a wet sound that was impossible to hide in the silence of that room.

“Like that,” she said softly. Then after a moment: “Like that, yes. Harder. Fuck me harder.”

I did as she asked. I picked up the pace, pulling almost all the way out and driving back into her balls deep in one stroke. Her breasts bounced with every thrust and she brought a hand to her mouth to smother the moans she could no longer hold back. The rhythm found itself on its own. I didn’t have to think about it anymore. She didn’t either. Her hips met mine, her breathing grew more erratic, and I could clearly feel how her body was responding in ways her mind still didn’t fully know how to process.

We changed positions. I turned her slowly, lifted her hips, and set her on all fours on the bed. I grabbed her waist with both hands and drove into her from behind in one hard thrust. From that position, the penetration was different, deeper, and Sofía felt it immediately, burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sound she couldn’t contain.

“So different,” she murmured into the fabric. “Jesus. You go deeper like this.”

“You like it like that?”

“Yes. More. Give me more.”

I found a rhythm she liked. I knew because she stopped biting the pillow and started pushing back, meeting me, setting the cadence herself. I stroked her back with one hand and under my fingers I could feel how she tensed and relaxed in time with what we were doing. I slid my hand down to grab one of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard. She let out a long gasp.

“Spank me,” she asked. “Gently.”

I did. A sharp sound that bounced off the walls. Her pussy clenched around my cock in a sudden contraction and ripped a growl out of me.

“Again,” she panted.

I gave her another. And another after that. The skin of her ass was left marked red. I leaned over her, grabbed her hair with my left hand, and pulled back very gently, forcing her to arch her back. With my right hand I reached around her body to find her clit and started rubbing it in circles while I kept fucking her from behind.

I moved her hair off her neck and kissed it. She lifted her head slightly, offering me more.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t stop for anything. I’m going to come again.”

***

“Stop,” she said suddenly, her voice different.

I stopped at once, still buried inside her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I want to get on top. I want to see your face when I come.”

I slid out of her carefully. She sat up and made me lie on my back. She straddled me, found my cock with her hand, and positioned herself with a confidence that contrasted with the expected clumsiness. She lowered herself slowly, eyes half closed, finding the angle she needed. The tip sank into her with no resistance and she went down centimeter by centimeter until she had all of me inside again. When she was seated fully, her ass resting against my thighs, she stayed still for a moment with her breath held, as if registering every sensation before she started moving.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “This is how it goes deepest.”

Then she began.

She was clumsy at first, searching for the rhythm, adjusting the position of her knees. She rose and fell in short movements, and suddenly she leaned forward and back, riding me. She found something that worked and held onto it. I held her by the hips, not directing her, just following her, letting her set the pace. I brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed them, pinching her nipples with my fingertips. She arched her back and sped up.

“Like that,” she told me, more to herself than to me. “Like that, touch me like that.”

From below I could see her with her loose hair falling over her shoulders, her lips parted, her eyes half closed, her breasts rising and falling with each thrust. It was an image I wasn’t going to forget for a long time. My cousin, who had arrived late in that dark dress and that smile that apologized for nothing, riding me naked in the back room while the family celebrated Christmas Eve on the other side of the house.

I should have felt guilty. I didn’t feel guilty.

The rhythm kept speeding up. Her legs trembled slightly. She braced her hands on my chest and sank lower, taking more, as if she needed to get to some exact place only she knew. I brought my thumb to her clit and rubbed it while she rode me. Sofía shuddered all over.

“I can’t anymore,” she whispered.

“Come on me,” I said. “Come on my cock.”

“I can’t, I can’t...”

And yet she kept going. I felt her body tense in a different way, an involuntary contraction that went through her from top to bottom, and then she stopped, clenching down on me with a shiver that lasted several seconds. Her pussy closed around my cock in waves so strong they almost dragged me with her. She bit her fist to keep from screaming and still a long, rough moan escaped her that sounded like surrender.

I pressed myself against her, grabbed her by the hips, and came soon after. I felt it rising from my balls and I didn’t have time to decide anything.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her.

“Inside,” she panted. “Come inside, I’m on the pill, come inside already.”

I dug my fingers into her hips and emptied myself inside her with three short, deep thrusts, my eyes fixed on her face. She stayed still on top of me, feeling it, eyes closed and a faint smile on her lips, squeezing my cock with soft spasms as if she wanted to milk out every last drop.

***

We stayed still for a moment. Sofía had her forehead pressed against my chest and she was breathing as if she’d run a race. I had one hand on her back, not doing anything with it, just leaving it there. I could still feel her squeezing me inside with little echoes of the orgasm.

“You okay?” I asked at last.

“Very okay,” she said. “Too okay.”

She got up slowly and I felt my cock slide out of her with a wet sound. I watched a thread of semen run down the inner side of her thigh and she wiped it off with her panties before putting them back on. The image stuck with me.

We redressed calmly, without hurry, as if time belonged to us even though it didn’t. She straightened her dress and I found my pants. Neither of us spoke for a full minute.

“What now?” I said at last.

“Nothing now,” she replied. “We go back to the family and I pretend nothing happened for the rest of the night.”

“And tomorrow?”

She smiled. It was the same smile she’d had when she walked through the door hours earlier, the one that never apologized to anyone for anything.

“We’ll talk.”

We left the room two minutes apart. Nobody asked anything. The adults were still drinking brandy and the television was sounding in the background. My aunt María was telling the same story as always and everyone was pretending not to know it by heart.

Half an hour later, my Uncle Marcos announced they were leaving because Sofía had a headache.

She kissed me on the cheek as she said goodbye, just like she had when she arrived. But her lips stayed there a second longer than necessary, just like when she arrived. And in that second there was everything that couldn’t be said in front of the family.

***

At one in the morning, when I was already home and the silence of the night was complete, I got a message.

It was from Sofía.

“Thanks for tonight. I can still feel you inside me. There are more things I want to learn with you. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

I put the phone on the nightstand and stared at the ceiling for a moment. I tried to examine what I was feeling honestly: it wasn’t exactly guilt, though maybe it should have been. It was something harder to name, something that mixed the awareness of having crossed a line with the certainty that I had no intention of pretending it hadn’t happened.

I wrote: “That’s okay with me.”

And sent it before thinking too much about it.

On the other side, somewhere in the city, my cousin Sofía read the message. She didn’t send anything else that night. There was no need.