My Cousin Daniela Gave Me Her Virginity on the Beach

I grew up glued to my cousin Daniela. Our mothers are sisters and, since we were both only children, vacations, weekends, and almost every afternoon after school ended up at Grandma’s house. She had a huge yard with a lemon tree, and there we invented entire worlds while the adults talked in the kitchen. We were exactly the same age—she was born in March, I in April—and we always went to the same class, in the same room, for every school event.

I became her shadow and, when necessary, her shield. If some kid bothered her at recess, I showed up. If someone cheated on her exams, I noticed before the teacher did. She repaid every favor with disproportionate tenderness: letters written with colored markers, sweets she hid in my backpack, the best stickers from her album. No one had ever loved me like that.

The day I turned fifteen, I threw a modest get-together at my house with six friends from school and, of course, with her. When everyone left, my parents went to bed and Daniela stayed over on the living room sofa. I went downstairs for water and found her awake, waiting for me. Without saying a word, she got up, put her hands on my cheeks, and kissed me carefully, as if the kiss were fragile. It was my first kiss. When she pulled away, she smiled and said it was her birthday present. We never talked about it after that, but I never forgot it either.

***

Three years later, to celebrate my eighteenth birthday, we planned a short trip to the coast. My four best friends were coming, two more girls from class—Carolina and Alejandra—and Daniela. We rented a small bungalow, the kind with a thatched roof and a wooden porch facing the sea. We arrived on Friday at noon, threw our bags down, and ran to the beach.

Daniela had grown up without my fully noticing. That weekend I noticed all at once. She came out of the bathroom in a turquoise bikini that barely covered what it had to; she had small, high breasts, shoulders freckled from the first sun, and a waist I had never looked at with enough attention. I spent the first hours trying not to let my gaze settle on her. She, on the other hand, seemed not to notice a thing. She tousled my hair, called me “birthday boy,” and hugged me from behind every time I said something funny.

On the first day, after lunch, my friends lay stretched out on their towels with a cooler of beers. Daniela pulled me by the hand toward the sea.

—Come on, cousin, you’re going to smell like sweat all afternoon if you don’t get in!

—I’m coming, I’m coming.

The water was colder than expected. We walked out until it reached our waists, and as soon as we lost our footing, she launched herself at me.

—I’m drowning, little cousin, save me! —she shouted between laughs, pushing my head under.

—I’ll save you, don’t worry! —I shot back, and dunked her first.

We wrestled for a while. At some point, without either of us being able to say exactly when, we stopped playing. She clung to me, legs around my hips, and I held her by the small of her back. The turquoise bikini had shifted, and her breasts were barely separated from my torso by a wet scrap of fabric. I felt my jaw ache from how tightly I was clenching it. I also felt, beyond my control, my cock growing inside my swimsuit, trapped between our bellies, pressing against the wet fabric of her bikini.

She didn’t move. She rested her forehead against my shoulder, breathing very close to my ear, and slowly started moving on top of me, rubbing her cunt against my cock through both wet fabrics. When she lifted her face, there was something in her eyes I had never seen before.

—Am I getting you like this, Mateo? —she whispered.

—Sorry —I said, trying to separate her from me.

But she pressed closer and kept rocking slowly.

—Don’t apologize. I’ve been thinking about this for months. Your cock, cousin. About how you had it. I act dumb at Grandma’s table and look at your pants.

—Me too —I answered, and it was true, even though I hadn’t been able to admit it until that second—. I think about you too, Dani. When I touch myself I think about your tits.

We were going to kiss. I’m sure of it. We had both closed our eyes when, from the shore, someone ruined the moment.

—Birthday boy! We ran out of beers, let’s go to the station! Coming?

Daniela let out a nervous laugh against my shoulder. I raised my arm, pretending to be casual.

—You guys go ahead, we’ll wait here!

As soon as we saw them walk away toward the car, she came close again. This time she slipped her hand inside my swimsuit without warning and took my cock in her fist. It was small and cold from the water, but she squeezed firmly, curiously, almost technically, as if she had been imagining that gesture for a long time. She started moving it slowly under the water, feeling every inch of it, the head, the veins, the balls.

—Not bad, little cousin —she said in a low voice—. It’s pretty thick. I’d been wondering for months what it would be like. It’s bigger than the ones those assholes I kissed had.

—Yeah?

—Yeah. And you have to let me see what comes next. I want to suck it, Mateo. Seriously. I want to know what you taste like.

I couldn’t speak. I slid the bikini top aside and, for the first time in my life, I saw real tits, not on a screen. The nipples were small and pink, almost the same shade as the rest of her skin, hardened by the cold and by the other thing. I lowered my head and sucked them, one and then the other, nibbling them slowly while she kept jerking me off under the water. She sighed, clung to my neck, and squeezed my cock harder in her fist.

—Mateo, not here, they can still see us. Take me to the bungalow, come on. I want you to fuck me.

She was right. I took her by the hand, we got out of the water—I covering the bulge with my towel—and we walked to the bungalow with badly concealed urgency.

***

Inside, the blinds were half closed and light came in stripes across the bed. I took off my swimsuit without thinking twice and my cock stayed hard, pointing at her face. She looked at me for a few seconds, biting her lip, and knelt in front of me without taking her eyes off mine. She took my cock with both hands, weighed it, almost sniffed it.

—God, cousin, it’s huge up close.

—Stop talking so much and suck it.

She laughed and opened her mouth. She took the tip in first, ran her tongue over it, pulled it out with a string of saliva. Then she took all of it, or almost, until she choked a little. She didn’t have much experience; that was obvious right away. Her teeth brushed my head a couple of times and instead of pulling away I dug my nails into my palms so I wouldn’t come immediately. She was my cousin. My cousin Daniela, with whom I had shared Grandma, stickers, childhood kisses, now kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth, with strings of drool running down her chin and onto her bare tits.

—Like that, like that —I told her, one hand on her neck—. Suck the tip. Lick the balls now. That’s it, Dani, like that.

She learned fast. She licked my balls one by one, then ran her tongue all the way up the vein underneath to the head and sucked me with hollow cheeks, looking up at me with shining eyes. I watched my cousin—my cousin—swallowing my cock with a devotion I had never seen from her, not even for Grandma’s sweets, and it was an image that was going to stay burned into me forever.

—Stop, stop, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.

—Then come. I want to know what you taste like.

—Again. Now I want to fuck you.

—Come —I said after a while, lifting her up with both hands.

I pushed her gently and made her fall onto the bed. I pulled down the bottom of her bikini with some awkwardness. She had light brown pubic hair, fine and neat, and beneath it a small cunt with tight lips already shining wet. It was the first time I had seen a woman’s cunt in person, and it was hard to breathe. I spread her legs and settled myself on my knees between them.

—What are you doing? —she whispered.

—I want to taste you.

—No, Mateo, I’m embarrassed…

But she didn’t close her legs. I ran my tongue from bottom to top in one long lick and she jolted, grabbing the sheets. I found her clit with the tip of my tongue and sucked it slowly, the way I had read it was supposed to be done, alternating licks with sucking. She writhed, covered her mouth with both hands, pressed my head between her thighs.

—Mateo, Mateo, don’t stop, don’t stop for God’s sake…

I slid in one finger, then two. I felt her tightening around my knuckles, virgin, tight, soaked. I kept licking her clit while I finger-fucked her, and a few minutes later she arched her whole back, drove her heels into my shoulders, and came in my mouth with a muffled moan against the pillow.

—Mateo —she said when she could speak, her voice cracking a little—. What are you doing?

—What we both want.

—You’re crazy.

—We both are.

She was a virgin too. I knew it without having asked, just as she knew about me. I climbed on top of her, settled between her open legs, and pressed the tip of my cock against her cunt. She looked down, between our bodies, watching what was about to happen prepare itself. I pushed slowly, letting the head make the way. I felt when something gave and she sucked in sharply, biting the back of her hand.

—Did it hurt?

—A little. Keep going.

—Are you sure?

—Mateo, if you stop now, I’ll kill you.

I laughed against her neck and sank in a little more. I felt her open around me, hot, tight, wet from everything before. I looked at her face and pushed my cock in little by little, centimeter by centimeter, until I had buried myself all the way inside her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, silent.

—All of it’s in —I whispered in her ear—. Your whole cousin inside you.

—Move, cousin. Fuck me slowly.

I started moving. At first slowly, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in to the hilt. Her legs were around my back and her breathing was broken in my ear, and I tried to move paying attention to every change in her face. After a few minutes I wasn’t holding back anymore; I was fucking her cunt with longer thrusts, with the wet sound of our bodies slapping together, with her tits bouncing against her chest with every drive.

—Like that, cousin, like that, fuck me hard.

—Do you like your cousin’s cock, Dani?

—I love it, I love it, it’s mine, it’s all mine…

I grabbed her ass and lifted her a little to drive it in deeper. She made little muffled cries into my shoulder, scratching my back.

—I should’ve told you this sooner —she murmured—. But you didn’t use anything.

—I’ll pull out, if you want.

—No. Don’t pull out.

—Daniela…

—Don’t pull out. We’ll deal with it later. If anything happens, we’ll face it together. Finish inside me, Mateo. I want to feel it hot.

That sentence finished me. I clenched my teeth, drove into her twice more to the hilt, and came inside her without being able or wanting to stop it. I felt her squeezing me with her whole body, felt her cunt pulsing around my cock while I shot load after load into her depths, crossing her ankles over my lower back so I wouldn’t even think of pulling out.

—There —she said afterward, eyes still closed—. Now I’m your woman. You filled me up, cousin.

We stayed like that, connected, my cock still inside, for several minutes. She kissed my temple, my neck, my jaw, everything within reach. When I finally slid out, a white thread fell onto the sheet before she sat up quickly and pulled her bikini back on, pressing her cunt with her hand.

—What you left inside me is mine —she said, half joking, half serious—. I don’t want to lose it in the bed.

***

Our friends came back ten minutes later with two packs of beers and a bag of ice. Carolina entered the bungalow calling for us.

—Mateo, Dani! Where are you?

We came out of the room trying to look bored.

—Here. Daniela lost an earring and I was helping her.

—Did you find it?

—Yeah —she said, holding up Grandma’s gold earring, which had never actually fallen off.

No one asked anything else. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the porch, drinking warm beer and watching the sea. We started being less careful. My hand on her knee, her head on my shoulder, fingers intertwined on the table. At some point Carolina looked at us, smiled, and went back to her conversation. I think by then everyone knew something, and chose not to say it.

At night we split the rooms by gender: them in the big one, the girls in the smaller one. I held out until three in the morning and went downstairs to the living room. Daniela was already there, sitting on the sofa, still wearing the bikini under one of my T-shirts.

—I knew you’d come —she said, not looking at me.

I lifted her off the sofa and set her down with her back against the backrest, on all fours. She understood at once and arched her ass back. I pulled down the bottom of her bikini and found it still stained from the afternoon, with white streaks drying between her lips.

—I didn’t change —she explained, and I almost fell over—. All afternoon I had your cum inside me, cousin. I felt it dripping down my thigh when we got back from the beach.

I ran two fingers through her cunt and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them slowly, looking at me over her shoulder. I pressed my cock against the lips below and pushed it in little by little. This time it went in more easily; she already knew the way. I drove into her all the way and she let out a short moan that she muffled by biting the sofa back.

—Quiet, Dani, they can hear us.

—Then fuck me quietly. But fuck me.

This time it was longer, quieter, dirtier. I took her from behind, gripping her waist, watching her round ass go down and up against my belly with each thrust. I reached around and found her clit with my thumb, never stopping fucking her. She started trembling right away, squeezing my cock in spasms, coming against the backrest with her mouth buried in the fabric so she wouldn’t scream. I kept going, slower, stretching it out as much as I could, grabbing her ass cheeks and parting them so I could see myself going in and out, slick with her.

—Put it deeper inside me —she whispered—. All of it, cousin, all the way in.

—Like this?

—Like that. Did you know it’s easier to get pregnant that way? It reaches deeper. It gets all the way to your belly.

—And why are you telling me that now?

—Because I want you to finish the same way. Inside me again. Fill me up all over again, cousin. I want to go to sleep dripping.

I grabbed her hair with one hand and her waist with the other and fucked her harder, with thrusts that made the sofa creak. She panted against the fabric, squeezing my cock with every drive. When I felt I couldn’t hold back anymore, I sank all the way in and emptied myself inside her again, almost as much as the first time, against all odds, feeling the last spurts go deep while she trembled beneath me.

We collapsed on the sofa, me still glued to her back, with my cock still buried in her soaked cunt, and fell asleep like that, with an old blanket thrown over us.

***

On Monday we went back to the city and, as soon as each of us crossed the door of our house, everything reassembled into a lying normality. Aunts, lunches at Grandma’s, cousins. But inside, we were something else.

The following week I went with her to the pharmacy to buy a test. We did it in her bathroom, with the door closed and both of us watching the timer on her phone. Negative. We hugged in silence. We felt both things at once: relief, because we were starting university, and a tiny, almost shameful disappointment neither of us dared put into words.

—We have to be careful —I said at last.

—Yeah.

We weren’t careful. We went another month without protection, coming inside her every chance we got—in the car, in Grandma’s bathroom while the adults drank coffee, in her bed with our parents on the other side of the hallway—knowing it was stupid, until she came to her senses and went to the gynecologist. They put in an implant in her arm, a small rod that you could feel under the skin and that became, for years, our little shared secret, the permission to keep emptying myself into her cunt without restraint.

***

Several years have passed now. Daniela and I graduated, she in psychology, me in engineering. We’ve had partners, some quite serious. With none of them did I repeat what we have. With them I always use condoms; with my cousin, never. Not once in all these years. I always finish inside her, it’s a private rule I’ve never discussed with anyone, not even with her.

Every so often we play at other things. Once, at a birthday party, we swapped partners with another couple: me fucking the other girl in one room while I listened to Daniela moan against some other guy’s cock in the next room. Another time there were three of us, with one of her friends licking her while I fucked the friend from behind, and the three of us ended up coming on the bed. None of those nights changed us. Always, before sleeping, we ended up finding each other again, her asking me to fill her cunt like the first day.

I don’t know how this is going to end up. I know that one day I’m going to have the courage to say out loud what we already know: that the person I grew up with, the one who gave me my first kiss at fifteen and my first night at eighteen, will also be the one I end up with. That Grandma, if she knew, would never forgive it. And that, even so, we don’t plan to stop.