It began innocently enough. I was surfing the web, and came across a cousin I had always heard of, but never personally knew. His name was Alex. I invited him to chat with me, and we started talking. A few days later something happened and our conversation turned very sexual. He was not only handsome, but extremely smart. I realized I was getting wet from our conversation.
We were talking about our sexual experiences. I was so turned on by him I had to make myself cum to release the pressure, so I found the closest thing I could grab, which was a hairbrush handle, and slid it inside me while pretending it was him. This was my cousin so this shouldn't be happening, right? I began to feel a throbbing in my moist pussy and I started breathing heavy and dripped my hot juices all over that poor hairbrush handle. I came very hard and yelled out his name. At that point I didn't care that he was my cousin. I don't think I ever felt as turned on as I did that night. I knew one day I wanted him inside me, to pleasure me until I was completely spent.
A year later, his brother sent me an invitation to his wedding. It was in another state. I had always been friendly with his brother and assumed Alex was going to be at the wedding. Since we lived in different states, we had never met, but developed this intense cyber sexual relationship. I knew if I went to the wedding, I could finally meet the older cousin I fantasized about quite often.
The day of the ceremony, I walked into the chapel, and saw him from across the room. My heart went into my throat. We made eye contact and I knew then and there something was going to happen. I couldn't even concentrate on the ceremony. I could feel myself sitting there and my pussy getting sopping wet and tingling. The ceremony couldn't end fast enough.