She was married but not for too long, she lived with her in-laws. When we reached there she asked me to settle down in the living room and do my stuff... A little later she came out wearing a pink nylon gown. It wasn’t see through but it gave her body a nice definition and looked damn hot. She told me that her in-laws were out of town. I felt something fishy. She served my coffee and while pouring it out she spilt it all over my pants. I knew she was onto something. She helped me up and slid her. I doubted she was airing out the house. I waited a second and with no sign of any movement I pushed the thoughts of walking away aside and headed to the door. As I got close I slowed my pace and listened more carefully. I didn't hear anything. Nothing at all. I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. I continued to get closer and just at the door I came to a stop and reached out to the door jamb and rested my hand on it. I could feel the blood pounding through my veins. I now had a. He admitted his nervousness and asked me if I had any ideas. Without hesitation I knelt down in front of him. I reached up and unzipped his pants pulling them down to the floor. I could see his big hard bulge in his boxer briefs which I then slowly pulled down. It was then that I put one hand on the back of his right leg and used the other hand to reach up and grab his long hard shaft. I rubbed it and stroked it enough to see and feel it get hard. He was more like 7 ½ “than 7”. But it looked. She had a very sexy figure jise dekh kar har koi pagal ho jao aur bas uske baare main dream karna shuru kar de. This story is some 10 years ago but now I am telling this to all of you as I never knew before that we could share incest stories with others.It was summer holidays of my 12th standard I was 18 years old den and at that age when all boys start getting attracted towards girls I started to like them as well and I was very close with my cousin sister but never had any thoughts like this.