Here I am narrating my first experience with my cousin brother, with whom I have lost my virginity.We have a very big family and have a big house at o...r native place. This story is about 15 years back. At the moment I am 33 years old. That was the time when along with my grandmother and one of my younger cousin brother, I went to my native place to assist my grandmother for some work, which she has to complete during the winter vacations.It was quite cold and enjoyable atmosphere. We had one. "Was it not so in America?" Lady Warren asked."More in the saying than the practice," I answered."Ah, an accomplished broacher of walls, I would guess," she said.I let that pass still uncertain of the Lady's intent. "And what is your interest? You have no marriageable daughters." Tis true. My own are long married and settled into stuffy respectability," she said sadly. "More's the pity. My interest is now for its own sake. I love watching the chase and experiencing the battle vicariously. I. She was lying on her back, face thankfully turned away from me. Every so often she would make a cute little snuffle. The time had come. It was a cooler night and she had the quilt pulled right up. My hand began the slow, steady journey towards her... contact, warm body. I felt bolder tonight and quickly got my bearings. I was resting my fingers on her waist, trying to find the bottom of her t-shirt. I was pleased to discover it was pushed up again and I was soon underneath it, caressing her. My hands and feet were tied up and I was wearing a blindfold. All around me I heard voices and the sound of people unfurling something they held in their hands. That’s when the whipping started. I could hear the whistling of leather straps flying through the air and cracking across my bare skin with a snap. They started along my shoulders and slowly worked their way down. Every time it was a little harder against my back. The voices were shouting at me. ‘Say it! Say you love it!’ In the dream I.