The cousins ​​already have tits

Rivalries between people from different social classes have always existed, but the problem arises when these wars occur within the same family. Envy and resentment destroy values that were once shared. When this happens, there is only one way to return to the path of peace and love, only one way to end hatred, but no one is willing to accept it.

In this story of rich and poor, I had to experience the other side of the coin. Although both from the same humble origins, the lives of my mother and her younger sister were radically different when one married a very powerful businessman and the other a humble worker, that is, my father.

It was a coincidence, it could have happened the other way around, but the fact is that it happened that way. At first it didn't hurt the family too much, they had both lost their mothers when they were very young and they knew that they had to stay together no matter the circumstances.

I was already a teenager when I realized that all those beautiful Christmases and birthdays we celebrated together hid a grudge that my mother had a hard time containing. She couldn't accept that her sister had more than enough of everything while we often struggled to make ends meet.

Only the presence of their father kept the harmony from deteriorating. Grandfather was a man revered by everyone in my family. He had suffered greatly after being widowed and the last thing his daughters wanted was to cause him more problems, so they pretended to continue to adore each other as they had when they were children.

Although I always had a very good relationship with my cousins, Nina and Mia, twins who were only a few months younger than me, this bond began to suffer when I discovered my mother's anger. Suddenly I couldn't stand the fact that they were always showered with gifts or that they could eat delicious things whenever they wanted.

Since I learned the truth, I could feel the palpable tension at all family gatherings, the glances and silences that until then hadn't meant much to me. Even though they hadn't done anything to me, they were just enjoying an economic advantage that wasn't their fault, I began to hate my cousins and look at them with resentment too.

- I don't want to go to the twins' birthday.

- What for? You get along very well with them.

- Not anymore, they are unbearable snobs.

- What did you hear me say to your father?

- Nothing.

- I'm asking you seriously today.

- You're tired of having money thrown in your face.

- But that doesn't concern you at all.

- We are poor and they always boast about what they have.

- Don't say that, my son, we are not poor.

- The clothes I wear are too small for me while they always wear new dresses.

- I may be a little angry, but I don't want that for you.

- They may have it all, but they are fourteen and look ten.

- Okay, I don't want any more criticism of your cousins.

- But...

- Who do we do everything for?

- For grandpa.

- Well, there you have it, you know how much he loves family gatherings.

It was thanks to my grandfather that I was able to pretend during this birthday and a few other family celebrations, but it was clear that sooner or later we were going to end up very badly. Although my mother asked me to behave normally, it was she who increased my resentment with her words.

I never said anything in front of my aunt, but when we got home I would say all kinds of stupid things. In a way I felt that if I dared to tell them face to face everything we were thinking, I would be very brave and I would be doing my mother a favor. So I decided that next Christmas would be the perfect time to tell some truths.

But events would cause my mother to take the lead. It was Christmas again and I had to mentally prepare myself not to say in front of my aunt the terrible things I had heard at home or some of my own. Since the truth had been revealed I found it very difficult to remain silent, everything they did or said drove me crazy.

I had to bite my tongue several times to keep from telling my cousins that I found them unbearable and that the designer clothes they were bragging about were hideous. We were just about to end the festivities in peace when my aunt dropped a bombshell that would start the biggest argument I had ever seen in my life.

- I wanted to tell you that in a few weeks we are going to London.

- Another vacation? - my mother asked, clenching her fists.

- No, that's not it, we're going to stay a few years.

- What do you say, my daughter? - asked the grandfather.

- We thought it was better for the girls.

- Of course, this country is already too small for them. - My mother said with irony.

- They told us it was the best for your studies.

- Aren't they going to live history too?

- Don't go or we'll catch him. - my aunt replied.

- Is it okay with you if you go and leave me alone to take care of dad?

- I'll send you some money so he doesn't lack anything.

- Is this how everything is solved, with money?

- Don't be like that, aunt, we just want the best education. - Mia intervened.

- Shut up, you dirty bitch. - I replied immediately.

- Hey, kid, don't talk to my daughter like that. - Her father defended her.

- Shut up, you're only good at getting money taken from you. - My boy counterattacked.

- I'm also good at giving you two slaps.

- Come on, let's see if you have balls...

- Stop, damn it! - pleaded the grandfather.

Only Grandpa's pleadings made us stop tearing each other down. That night it became clear that we were all waiting for a good excuse to express what we had inside. After what had happened, we weren't going to get together as a family again, but at that moment no one cared in the slightest.

Perhaps my mother's reaction had been a bit exaggerated, but for once her complaints went beyond financial ostentation. With my aunt abroad, all responsibilities would fall on her. She would be the only one who could take care of taking Grandpa to the doctor, taking care of him when he was sick, or any inconvenience due to his age.

Fortunately, at seventy-five, Grandpa was still doing pretty well, but we didn't know how long that would last. He wasn't very well off financially either, on the contrary, and we sometimes had to help him make ends meet. Although it could have been worked out if he hadn't been such a stubborn man.

In addition to the apartment in the city where he lived, my grandfather had a beautiful house in the country that he had not visited since his wife's death. He had spent some summers there with my parents and uncles when he was little, but it had not been used for many years. However, he refused to sell it, because of all the beautiful memories he had there.

For the next three and a half years we had little information about this part of the family we had fallen out with. We knew that Aunt called Grandpa often and that they had even visited him a few times, which wasn't much, considering the time they had spent in London.

Although I had come to hate them, I had to admit that since they left, nothing was the same. The holidays were much more boring, especially because Grandpa was very sad. Fortunately, at that time I had a lot more things to do, things that really entertained me. Nothing that is not typical of my age.

I've always been attracted to girls, but I didn't dare to enter that world until I realized that they could like me too. It was then that I discovered how fascinating it can be to have a woman's sexy body at my disposal. This new passion ended up putting my academic future at risk.

- You've been going out a lot lately.

- Not so much mom, only on Saturdays.

- You better let it go.

- Of course, as always.

- Not like always, because now you are playing to get into college.

- It seems you don't trust me.

- How long has it been since you went to visit grandpa?

- A few weeks.

- I would say more like months.

- Has it been that long?

- You're the only grandson he has around, don't cause him any trouble.

- I promise to stop by your house tomorrow.

It was a sincere promise, but at that point I had been chasing a girl for a few weeks that was driving me crazy. Although I had said this before about other girls, she was different from the others because she had breasts that I had never seen on any other girl I had access to. Her breasts had become my weak point.

The thing is, this girl was just playing with me. One day she seemed interested and the next she acted like I didn't even exist. Normally I didn't have this much patience for anything, but I made an exception for her because I wanted to taste her juicy melons more than anything else.

Her change in personality made her more interested in me than ever as I headed towards my grandfather's house. I was faced with a difficult choice, but I had no choice but to choose her, because she would probably change her mind at any moment, especially if I rejected her.

We couldn't go to her place or mine, so I had to settle for the little she offered me, namely a sex date in front of her building's door. We had a great time, some French kissing that got me hard instantly. But my mind was only focused on having access to those big tits that had been the focus of all my jerk-offs for quite some time.

I managed to touch them a couple of times over his shirt and he didn't seem bothered, but when I put my hands underneath and squeezed them hard he didn't react the same way. He told me that he wasn't ready to go that far yet and that I had been inconsiderate to dare to touch him there without asking his permission.

It seemed like I had lost any chance of getting any further with her by wanting to leave so quickly. That night, my mother scolded me for not continuing my visit to my grandfather. I promised her again that I would go the next day, this time with the intention of not being left with nothing in the world.

- I'm sorry grandpa, something unexpected happened yesterday.

-That thing had two very large breasts?

- How do you know?

- Because I was eighteen too, my son.

- Girls will be my downfall.

- Over time you will learn to manage them.

- I hope so, because it's driving me crazy right now.

- Trust my experience.

- Well, how are you?

- Well, the truth is that I am very happy.

- And then?

- I don't know if I should tell you.

- If you hide something from me, I won't bring you any more sweets at the café.

- You don't play with that.

- Well, tell me.

- Your aunt and your cousins will return next month.

- Oh...

- I see you're not dying of excitement.

- I'm happy for you, but you already know what happened.

- Don't let your mother's resentment affect you.

- Maybe it was just that before, but you know they weren't good.

- Nina and Mia have matured a lot, give them a chance.

- Now I only think about my mother's anger.

My aunt's return would give her much more freedom, but my mother did not take it well. She had become accustomed to living without arguments, without feeling constant anger. Although she hoped it would not disrupt our lives too much, my grandfather's insistence on everything going back to the way it was was going to complicate things greatly.

It took God's help and all of his help, but by resorting to blackmail he managed to convince his two daughters to meet again. It was his birthday, so we better act like civilized people and, if necessary, pretend that nothing bad had happened between us some three years ago. I honestly thought we would make it.

To the surprise of the elders in the family, the biggest confrontation this time took place between my cousins and me. I went there with the best of intentions, but I couldn't stand hearing them boast about their perfect English accents and that they had returned to study at one of the most prestigious private universities in the country.

Our parents tried to calm things down, but I had a hard time letting go of the anger my mother had instilled in me for years. What hurt me the most was seeing my grandfather sad again; he didn't deserve it. A few days later I received a call from him. I thought I was going to get a scolding, but that wasn't exactly the case.

- Today I want to make you one proposal.

- I'm very sorry about the other day, grandpa.

- Then grant me what I'm going to ask of you.

- Clear.

- I want you to come with me for a few days to the country house.

- But you haven't been there in decades.

- I don't want to die without seeing this place one last time.

- You're not going to die.

- Maybe not today, but it's obvious that there's less and less time left.

- I'll go with you if you don't talk about it anymore.

Any youngster on holiday had a thousand more fun things to do than go to the countryside with his grandfather, but I couldn't deny him something like that. A week later, my father drove us both there and dropped us off, intending to pick us up five days later. Apart from all that, there was no denying that it was a spectacular place.

Nostalgia washed over me as I recalled the short time I had spent yesterday as a child, running, bathing in the river that was a few meters from the house. I hoped to live a few more days, until my uncle's car stopped at the door and the twins got out. It was an ambush.

- What did you do, grandpa?

- I can't stand it when you two don't agree.

- But you brought me here under false pretenses, it's not right.

- Would you have come if I had told you the truth?

- No.

- Well, that's all.

- I just can't stand them.

- Forget your prejudices and talk to them, they are your cousins.

- We are not going to understand each other, we are different.

- Do it for me, please.

- This damn blackmail again.

- It's better than telling you that if you don't try I'll let them keep the house.

I didn't seek out confrontation, but I didn't talk to them unless I absolutely had to, either. They didn't seem to mind, they were self-sufficient, always close to each other and whispering. Although they weren't twins, they were almost identical, and when I was a child I found it difficult to tell them apart. It was easier now, especially since Mia had dyed her hair blonde.

The next day there were small approaches, all forced by the grandfather. Only he managed to make me detect a bit of humanity in the twins. We exchanged a few words, almost all related to studies and what we expected from our future. They reminded me of those girls with whom I had no problem, except for one small detail.

My cousins, adults like me, no longer had any of the qualities of those children who seemed never to be able to develop. They were two attractive, full-fledged women whom I would have recognized if I didn't still have that anger inside me. It seemed to me that far from the influence of their mother, they were other people, probably like me.

Our first small talk gave way to more emotional conversations during which we talked about anecdotes from the past. Little by little I started to let go of the resentment and even ended up realizing that Mia was a really funny girl, she had nothing to do with the distorted image I had of her.

The third morning, much more motivated, I got up early with the idea of going swimming in the river. I put on one of those swimsuits that enhance the waist and walked the short distance, not knowing what I would find there. A few meters ahead I heard laughter; my cousins had the same idea as me.

I was going to say hello normally, but something made me stay behind a tree to watch them. At that moment, seeing them in bikinis, I discovered something I hadn't even noticed until then: they both had a nice pair of breasts. After worrying about how my cock would react, I decided to let them know it was there. Nina, perhaps embarrassed, immediately left, leaving me alone with her twin.

-What's wrong with him?

- She doesn't take it well when you see her in her underwear.

- So you complain if I say you're weird.

- Hey, I didn't move.

- You don't mind if I see you in a bikini?

- I have nothing to hide.

- It's true that we've changed a lot since the last time we came.

- So much so that I remembered the deepest river, but I think we grew up.

- Mia, I'm sorry about what I said to you on Grandpa's birthday.

- If you were right, my mother forced us to behave like that.

- For my part, there are no bad vibes anymore.

- It's better, because it's too nice to talk here.

- Do you remember when they brought us here at night and you were mesmerized by the moon?

- It's true, it was reflected in the river and it was beautiful.

- I was a little scared of so much darkness.

- Well, we could come back tonight.

- Will your sister want it?

- I don't think so, but something is missing.

It was good to finally make peace with Mia, to talk about everything and nothing and to see that we really hadn't changed since we were kids, apart from those breasts that my gaze kept drifting down. The rest of the day we were still just as lively, always looking for each other, constantly looking at each other.

My mind started playing tricks on me, imagining things I shouldn't have done. That night, when Grandpa went to bed and Nina told us she wasn't coming with us, I was about to back out too, but Mia's enthusiasm was contagious. We put on our swimsuits and headed to the river.

As soon as we arrived, my cousin was fascinated by the moon, just like when she was little. As I looked up at the sky, I couldn't help but notice her big breasts. I had to get into the water before she noticed what was starting to grow between my legs. She followed me as soon as she came out of her amazement.

- Tell me, Aday, do you have a girlfriend?

- No, no commitment, and you?

- I had one, but when we left London, I had to leave it.

- Are you not interested in long distance relationships?

- Actually, he suited me, he wasn't really my type.

- Too much English?

- I couldn't have said it better myself.

- Here we are different, more passionate.

- That's what I need, fun, adventure, a good...

- Remove ?

- Call it whatever you want.

- I understand you.

- I had more fun with you in one morning than I had with him in a year.

- I am the prototype of the irresistible Spaniard.

- Don't be too hard on yourself, but it's true that you have far exceeded my expectations.

- What does this mean?

- You were ugly when you were a child, but now you are quite powerful.

- I could say the same about you.

- I know.

- I regretted that we were cousins, but now for a different reason.

- What are you talking about?

- Under other circumstances, it would be time for a kiss.

- You see, I really want to experience something like that.

- Don't worry, you won't run out of suitors.

- It's starting to get a little cold, isn't it?

Without warning, and under the pretext of the cold, Mia hugged me. She must have done so, because I immediately felt her hard nipples on my chest. It was also very likely that my cousin had already noticed my erection. We both stayed in that position for a while, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

After much hesitation, I finally decided to hug him. As we stood, I felt the cold on the part of my body that was out of the water, so I suggested that we take advantage of the shallowness of the river to sit down and be as covered as possible. Mia sat on my lap and asked me to hug her again.

- If the Englishman had offered me something like that, I wouldn't have let him go.

- He doesn't look very good in bed.

- No way, a disaster.

- I imagined it.

- He was cold, uncreative and barely paid attention to me.

- I didn't like it?

- I'm having a better time now with this thing you stuck in my ass.

- We can change positions.

- Don't even think about moving, Aday.

- What happens if I nail other things in other places?

Mia answered my impulsive question by moving her ass on my cock. That was enough to make me realize that she had the day off and I couldn't hold back any longer. I went straight to grab her breasts with both hands, putting them under her bikini from the start to feel the contact of her wet skin. My cousin just closed her eyes and let me do it.

I played with her huge breasts as I pleased, squeezing them in my hands and stimulating her perky nipples. Just a few weeks ago I had hated my cousin, but at that moment I was the protagonist of the most exciting and morbid thing I had ever experienced. The river water warmed as it passed over our burning bodies.

After fondling her breasts for at least half an hour, I told myself I could continue exploring my cousin's anatomy. She didn't flinch when one of my hands started moving downwards, not even when I brushed her sex over her bikini bottom. If she didn't stop me, I was ready to masturbate her right then and there.

After a good while of stimulation through the fabric, I put my hand inside to feel the soft skin of her shaved pussy. Mia let out a moan as my finger entered her slimy depths. She moved her hips very slowly, making her ass rub against my cock that was about to explode.

With my other hand still holding her left breast, I explored her most intimate area before approaching her clitoris and beginning to stimulate it. From that moment on, my cousin's moans became louder and more continuous, she gasped in pleasure as two of my fingers slowly led her towards the forbidden orgasm.

Her body was moving more and more, which meant I was about to explode under my swimsuit, but I kept pounding my cousin's pussy. Her screams broke the calm of the night and they did it even more when, with the moon as a witness, I made Mia cum. We had just done the unthinkable.

Just having experienced such a moment should have satisfied me, but I couldn't help but think about how my cousin was going to make it up to me. Mia seemed about to reveal this mystery, but just then we heard Nina's voice calling out to us from afar, telling us that something was wrong with Grandpa.

To be continued...