Confession time. When my cousin and I would visit each other for holidays, we would fuck. That makes two fwb for four years and three for the last two of that.

Okay story time lol. We were hanging out in our aunt’s room at my grandparent’s house. She was on vacation for a few days during Christmas break and I was staying in her room while I was in town. My cousin Nick and I were the same age and we grew up together until he moved away four years prior. We were super close. Like didn’t mind changing naked in the same room close. We never thought anything of it. Even seeing him naked the day after Mark (one of my FWB back home) pounded before I left for winter break, I just felt normal.

Being close, and the same age, we confided a lot in each other. We had confessed all kinds of pervy thoughts and desires. And at that point in our lives, we were both horny 24/7. There were nights where we were both sharing our favorite “The Hub” videos. A panty raid of our aunt’s dresser drawers became routine anytime we could. We compared erections over a screenshot of one of our favorite actresses. We were up to no good before anything even started.

The usual panty raid was in order just after midnight. Thongs, bras, and chemises flew everywhere. We assembled our favorite outfits on the bed and gawked at each other’s picks. Nick commented that he was so hard and I laughed telling him he’s a liar. He flashed his boner at me and I had to hold my laughter in so I wouldn’t wake anyone up. I admitted that I was hard too. After a while of that, we put up all the panties where we found them (minus the pair stuffed into my boxers) and got ready to dominate on some xbox.

It was a little while later when Mark texted me. I opened his messages to see a throbbing cock. My fwb’s calling card for me to transform into his sexting “girl friend.” I quickly hid my screen and resumed playing. Nick asked me who would be texting me so late, and I tell him it’s my friend Mark from my baseball team. That’s the truth anyway. He thought nothing of it and I text Mark in between rounds clips and pictures of him fucking me before I left. It was the routine for us. When we felt horny and his cock was unavailable for my holes, we would take videos and pictures on my phone while we fucked, and use them to sext for a few days back and forth. He always finished. Showing me the mess that was meant for my ass. My cousin, Nick, had no idea that I was no longer his cousin sitting next to him in the room. I was just a stranger girl with round soft hips and a swelling clit hidden underneath boy clothes sitting next to him playing Xbox. As the rounds passed I melted even more.

It was the next night and we had been left alone in the house for the night after our grandparents had been snowed in at another relative’s house. After we completed all our phone calls, ensured everyone we had food and electricity was running, our festivities began early. We loaded the living room with junk food and drinks. We both showered and got into some comfortable pajamas. After we were settled on the couches on our blankets and pillows, we turned on an R rated film with known nude scenes and relaxed. Within 10 minutes of the start of the film there was a sex scene. In my mind, the woman is me. Soft body. Round breasts and and nice shapely ass. I imagined riding like her, taking mental notes to try for Mark and Andrew when I returned home.

Out of the corner of my eye I recognize a movement. I look over to Nick and see him masturbating under his blanket. I laugh out loud and he laughs too. Good idea I think and join at my own rhythm. The scene is over and I stop tugging a little after Nick. I get up to get some ice and the power turns off. We are silent for a bit and then it comes on again. We shrug it off and I grab some ice. Nick says the television won’t come on and I go over to try and figure things out. We press all the buttons of course and tap on the television. I look behind the stand and notice that the power strip is tripped “off.” Problem solved! I have to crawl behind the TV a bit to reach the strip and switch it back on. The TV restarts and I get back to my seat.

As I’m pouring my drink Andrew texts me. He says he was trying to fuck me before I left. That I had sex with Mark two times in a row already. I promise him that I will invite him over as soon as I get back and I request a picture of his cock. He sent me back a soft warm cock. I loved to feel that soft bulge get hard on my lips and tongue when I would tease him. He would grow instantly when I kiss his balls. I tell him how Mark pounded me from behind and ask him if he think he would do it better than him. I’m squirming in my seat and my cousin asks me why I’m being so giddy. I joke about my friends sending me memes and make one up off the cuff. A little skill Mark and Andrew developed with me so we could get out of close calls lol. I start sending pictures to Andrew that Mark took of me wearing his mom’s lingerie and a braided wig we bought at party city.

I’m gently massaging the tip of my now transformed swollen clit with my leaking precum. My cousin says, “So why are you wearing her panties?” I freeze. The movie playing in the absolute silence of a snowstorm. He continues to tell me that he saw the red lace of my aunt’s panties peeking out of my shorts when I crawled behind the TV (the ones I stuffed into my boxers from the panty raid the day before). My mind is racing. My heart is beating a million times a minute. “And why was Mark sending you pictures of his dick yesterday?” My mind nearly exploded. And he finished me off with, “You know you can just tell me dude. You know plenty about me.”

The next day we go about as usual. We spend the better part of the morning clearing the sidewalk and driveway of snow and ice. Our family returns and we all have dinner together later. No word of the two hour Q&A about me “pretending to be the girl” for Mark and Andrew. He knew everything from the beginning till the day before I came over when Mark came inside me and called me better than any girl. I even showed him a few photos of me. Still no mention of it all day.

Night time came, and our boyish discussions brought us to a variety of different positions and moves we would love to try on different women we knew. I had a little experience already with women (and with being “the girl”) but Nick did not. We traded various tips and tricks we heard from friends. And he steered it to “in your experience being the girl….” We got on a whole tangent of what I liked and what felt better. He was smiling the whole time and containing his laughter. After about another hour of comparing the differences in how Mark and Andrew fuck me versus a “real girl,” my cousin says, “Well I don’t have much experience, so I was just wondering if you had any insights.”