My whole life, I've always been the one to be bullied for my petite frame and girly like stature. Soft, pale, and girly figure having just turned 18 myself. So fragile, so helpless, yet so willing once it had started. My first time was with my older cousin. He was always sweet on me, and I loved how he was nicer to me than most people were. Playing games with me and being so careful and gentle like I would break apart if he was too rough. The problem is that I kinda wanted him to be rough on me. The belittling and verbal abuse from much larger, stronger, and older men in the family made me mentally come to believe it was how they expressed love.
When I feel this love, it's the most fleeting emotion of ecstasy I've ever been able to get from my family. Until my cousin turned on me in a way I almost wanted at the time and desperately needed solidifying my taste for this ecstasy I felt. He went to go get some lunch and kissed me on the cheek, playfully spanking my ass as he left my room, knowing it would mess with me. Blushing intensely as the heat rushed into my face as he said, "He'd be back to play with me some more shortly," standing there with my ass stinging slightly and the throbbing from my pulsing member in my shorts excited for his return.
I had to get rid of this feeling, so as he shut the door, I grabbed my pillow, putting it under me as I started to hump it needing to get rid of this feeling before he gets back. "What is wrong with me?" I thought as I started to imagine him taking me, the heat rushing over me while I humped the pillow as fast and as hard as my petite frame allowed. Shortly after, I don't last long. Gushing in my shorts, the pitiful little spurts my small member can put out as I collapse on my bed, my hips perked up with the pillow under me as I try to catch my breath In such a lewd position. Face down, panting with my ass propped up from my pillow beneath me. Streaks of sweat outline my cheeks through my shorts as i try to catch my breathe. Before I could get up my door creaked open as I let out a loud girly gasp sitting back against the wall that met the edge of my bed with the pillow between my legs hugging it trying to cover up what I had just done.
My cousin walked back into the room with half a sandwich between his teeth and a drink in hand, closing the door before he noticed anything. Thoughts racing through my mind as i blushed a deep crimson red with sweat beading off my brown as I sat there trying to hide the stains from the mess i made in my shorts clearly visible if it had not been for the pillow against me. My cousin was finally looking over at me, seeing me against the wall in such a panic. He sat his drink and sandwich down as he got closer, asking, "What's wrong? Was I okay? Am I sick?" Noticing the sweating, and he grabs at the pillow as I struggled to keep ahold of it. He pulled it away effortlessly as I struggled to hold it, and he saw the mess I made.
Even after he took the pillow, I crossed my legs. It was plain as day, there was no hiding it. Tears well up in my eyes as I apologized profusely to him about how much I loved him that he was the only nice person in my life. He sat there, not saying a word to me for a moment. It felt like hours had passed in just that moment as I sat there sobbing. He suddenly leaned in, locking his lips with mine as I gasped against the kiss.
My eyes were wide as his were shut tightly, his tongue slipping between my lips as he kissed me so intensely. Our tongues dancing together between each other's mouths swapping spit as his hand ran down my front under my shorts as I tried to push off his chest, but with my small frame I couldn't do anything to stop him. To be honest, I didn't want to stop him regardless as he grabbed my small, throbbing, petite cock. Jerking me off through the cum that was already on it as I sat there taking it. Spurting repeatedly through the mere minutes he was stroking me off. His fingers never letting up as it forced me hard again each time. Over and over again as he drained me of every drop.
He finally pulled away from the kiss as I lay against the wall and bed, panting heavily with such a mess on my lap and belly from cumming so many times so frequently. My dick going limp and overly sensitive from the abuse it was just given. This was my first true feeling of what I thought love was, and it was just the beginning. He stood up, not saying a word towering over me as I looked up at him, feeling so disgusted at myself at what I had just done with my cousin that I adored. Who had treated me so kindly my entire life as the tears just streamed down my cheeks endlessly, and my eyes grew wide again as he tugged his pants down slowly till they got halfway down his thighs as his own much larger cock jumped up dangling above me throbbing up and down as it pulsed so hard as I looked at it almost in admiration. He didn't have to say a word as my little hand wrapped around it, pulling myself toward it as It felt like I was dreaming.