Cousins Obsession With My Fat Ass

I never, in a million years, thought I would engage in incestuous acts of any kind. Originally, I saw any and all incest, by default, as immoral. I grew up thinking this, because that was common thought, and I just picked up on that mentality. Sexual acts with a family member? Disgusting! The word 'disgusting' coming to mind without truly thinking about it on a deeper level.

Abuse is always wrong, but what about consensual sex between family members who are adults? I have read that incest always plays a hand in abuse because, even if the parties involved have given expressed consent to each other, there is always a manipulative person involved who is the aggressor. I don't agree with that, nowadays, because if desire exists between the adult parties, then how is abuse playing a role in that? I don't see it and I think it is far-fetched to suggest such a thing when adults, of their own volition, are choosing to engage in sexual activity with one another.

With that said, I never pictured myself with anyone in my family. Going back to the topic of morality, I thought it was wrong, but now? I believe it is considered wrong due to the potential for birth defects if the parties involved produce offspring due to the similarities in DNA/the gene pool causing such things. I have no comment on that particular matter, because I have, nor will ever, want to procreate with any family member. It is a matter of lust as far as sex goes, and the natural taboo nature of incestuous sexual activities gives a thrill, a sense of extreme dirtiness and the thought of "we shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so good", which increases the arousal of the moment.

I almost decided to write this story and its series in the mode of brother and sister. Why? Because my cousin in question is very much like a brother to me. We are first cousins, however we have always been close, we have argued - in the past - as if we are siblings. I very much consider him a brother figure, which makes this entire story more like an incestuous brother-sister love/sex angle than it does anything else. I love him very much, and that is why this truly started in the first place. This whole act of taboo sex play began because I wanted to do something nice for my cousin in the guise of allowing him to engage in his ultimate sexual fetish and give him the opportunity to live out his preeminent sexual fantasy. Little did I know that I would become caught up in it, heavily aroused in the process and determined to allow it to continue. I did not plan for things to happen the way they did, especially afterwards. I planned on this being a one time thing, but after it occurred, I couldn't stop, nor could he, so it devolved into more than just innocent play, from one man delving into his utmost sexual fetish and fantasy with a woman to both partners exploring each other.

I snooped on my cousin 18-year-old cousin. TJ. That is how it began, simply put. I was 25-years-old.

I was living with my mother at the time. I had a boyfriend, but he lived 45 minutes away, and my place of employment was closer to my mother's house. I was working a scheduled of four days on/four days off, as in four days working ten hour shifts to being off for four days, at a local restaurant. TJ was living literally a walk away from my house (OK, my mom's house), only separated by a gravelly, dirt road.

I needed to print off some papers, but I didn't have a printer. TJ did, for his computer, and I would always use it to print whatever I needed. On his computer, there were two user accounts. One labelled his name, which was password protected, and the other was the 'Guest' profile. I always, of course, used the 'Guest' profile, but one day I was over and wanted to log in to his user account. Nobody was home on that day, and curiosity got the best of me. I know it was wrong of me, but he was a talented writer, and I'm using that as my excuse for snooping. I also, in all transparency, wanted to see what kind of porn he watched, just out of a twisted curiosity. It was password protected, but the hint for the password was the 'Rams all-time leading rusher'. If he had used something more esoteric, I wouldn't have logged in. I don't know shit about football, but I googled the all-time leading rusher for the Rams while using the guest account, and lo and behold, I checked it against the password field and logged into his account.

The first thing I did was open Firefox and started scrolling through the search history. He was active on erotica forums, it was clear. He had a TON of anal videos saved under his bookmarks, and when I began checking out his pictures profile, he had a laundry list of photos of women with big butts.

I checked his documents folder, and it wasn't hard to find what started it all. This entire ordeal. He had a folder labeled "NBA stats and metrics". I almost didn't click the folder, because he was big into sports (hence the password for his user account) and wanted to become a journalist. However, I looked into it anyway, and I saw a subfolder named 'Cest'. Upon clicking into that one, he had word documents with the names 'sister sarah'. I clicked one that was labelled something like 'sistersarah1' and the very, very, very first line of the several paragraph-laden word document stated, verbatim, "I have always been obsessed with my cousin Sarah's fat ass. She is like a sister to me, and I know it's wrong, but I want to sniff, smell, inhale, kiss, lick, slobber all over, worship and fuck her big, fat beautiful ass." I will never forget those words.

My heart began pounding and I experienced a cavalcade of emotions as I read those words coming from, essentially, my brother-cousin! I started to read more, and he delved into why he was attracted to me on a sexual level, detailing that he had an ass sniffing fetish, that he loved the smell of women's assholes. He wrote that he had spent ample time sniffing my dirty panties, that I worked at a high volume restaurant where I sweated a ton (sweating a ton, that is true) and that he loved smelling my dirty panties after I worked. See, I would place my panties in a pile in my bathroom at home. I didn't think anything of it. I sure had no clue that my cousin was coming over to smell them. He was explicit and transparent about how he loved to smell the gusset of my panties, but he was adamant in stating that he loved sniffing the part of my panties that he imagined had the most contact with my asshole, as he wrote about how incredible the aftermath of my ass dew smelled. He said the aroma could make him cum within a minute. I have a big, fat ass... all my panties wedge between my cheeks because my hungry butt just swallows them up, so he had been smelling my dirty panties after they'd been buried in my ass crack for at least 12, sometimes 24 hours, a day.

On one hand, I felt disgust. I had never heard of a man who likes the smell of a woman's asshole. Not to mention this was my brother-cousin writing about his sexual desires for me, and I was prideful in my family because we aren't (weren't) 'one of those weird inbred families', yet I felt my cunt begin to concoct a cocktail of juices and I felt a twisted level of arousal. I think much of that arousal came from the fact that I was snooping, which I wasn't supposed to do, and then I found all this sexual content with me as the main focus of interest, and my eyes weren't meant to read it.

In an act of panic, I closed everything down and logged out of his account. I made a huge mistake and confronted him alone, later that day. I should have never done this, but I was riddled with extreme emotions and I didn't know how to process them, so I called him out on his sexual attraction to me. I told him I saw what he wrote about me. At first he acted confused, then I looked him in the eyes, while I was riddled with anxiety over stating the upcoming words, and told him that I knew his fantasies about me and how he sniffed my panties. He went pale as a ghost and was speechless. "How did you find that out?" he asked. I grinned only a grin that a wicked slut could pull off, nervous as hell, and said, "Oh, I have my ways." He began to apologize profusely and tell me how wrong it was of him, and I told him that I wasn't mad, but I didn't want to be 'that kind of family', for him to never mention it to anyone. He was getting emotional and started telling me that he loved me and didn't mean to hurt me with what he wrote. I felt awful. I told him that I wasn't hurt. Shocked, but not hurt. I told him that we were OK! That nothing was going to alter the dynamics of our relationship in a negative way. He was devastated, so I left him alone.

He purposely avoided me for a couple of weeks afterwards, but whenever we would have family dinners, he couldn't avoid me. I made sure to tell him, again, in private, that everything was/is OK between us, and he tried to act normal around me in front of the family, but I could tell he felt uncomfortable.

It was wrong of me to confront him, but I did it while running on, I suppose, a level of adrenaline that I cannot quite describe. I was right that it would not alter the dynamics of our relationship in a negative way. However, it did alter the dynamics of our relationship, because I couldn't look at him and not think about what he wrote. Every time he popped up in my head, even, which was often after what I discovered, I couldn't stop thinking about how he wanted to sniff my asshole. I got so worked up in bed one night, unable to fall asleep, and I ended up masturbating and cumming hard to the thought of coming home from work, lying on my stomach in bed and letting him sniff the aftermath of my asshole funk from a full day of sweating in a restaurant environment.

That was only the beginning, but certainly not the end.