The kiss started soft, almost shy, but quickly grew hungry.

Nash pressed harder against Zayela's lips, feeling their warmth, their softness. Her mouth tasted of the wine they had shared, sweet, tart, with her own flavor behind it, warm and dizzying.

He smelled her too: jasmine lotion on her skin, faint sweat, and under that, her real scent, earthy, raw, like rain-soaked soil. It spun his head, pulling him into a trance.

Finally... it's finally happening... Please, don't let me down, system.

His tongue slid into her mouth, meeting hers. She tasted salty-sweet, her breath hot, shaky against his cheek. Zayela clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, feeling his heart pound.

It was her first kiss this deep, this hungry, and it was with him, the cousin who felt like a brother, the one she ended up longing for.

Her body tingled in alien ways, fireworks starting low in her belly. She moaned into his mouth, soft but sharp, her thoughts racing.

Nash... Nash ... My God... Oh no... I can't... he's my family... But it feels so good.... Finally, it's happening... Finally, it's him. I can't believe how good it feels.

He broke for air, staring into her hazel eyes, stormy with excitation and worry. He touched her lips with his thumb, feeling them soft, tender, a little swollen from their kiss.

They were warm, damp. Her gaze held his, the same gaze that used to scold him, that watched over him.

But now, for the first time, he could see how sensual she truly was, how much joy and excitement sparked in her eyes.

He whispered, voice low.

"You're so beautiful… even before, you always were."

Her eyes widened, sparkling, and instead of answering with words she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down.

Her lips pressed hard against his, wiping his mouth with hers, kissing him deep and hungry, as if to claim every word he just said.

The memories they shared twisted into excitation now. The taboo of it, the years under one roof, turned their arousal sharper.

Please, no quest. Let this stay ours. Let me finish this just once.

His hand slid down her side, satin cool under his palm, the curve of her body soft and burning.

Zayela leaned closer.

"Nash... ahh, Nash..."

Every stroke of his fingers felt new, like stepping into a hidden world. She wanted more, guilt whispering her brain, but need shouting louder in her heart.

She tugged at his shirt, lifting it. The cotton was rough under her fingers, his skin underneath smooth, hot, solid muscle.

"You've become so hot..." she admitted, her eyes widening as her fingertips followed each ridge of his abs slowly, like she was finally letting herself touch what she'd secretly wanted for a long time.

"So hard... so tight..."

Her hand moved higher, brushing his pecs, feeling them flex under her palm.

"And here too... so solid... so strong." She sighed, almost moaning as she explored him, her words spilling out in between breaths.

He groaned low, the sound vibrating in her ear, making her shiver.

He stripped the shirt away, her hands instantly exploring him again. His fingers found her zipper, pulling it slow. Satin parted, air brushed her back, and he touched her spine, warm and smooth.

He remembered seeing her half-dressed at seventeen, shame burning him back then. Now, the same shame twisted into a painful arousal. His cock throbbed hard.

The dress fell to her waist. Her bra showed, thin black lace barely holding her. Her breasts spilled slightly, heavy, her brown skin glowing.

A beauty mark above one breast drew his eyes, it had the same pull as when he was younger, confusing him then, exciting him now.

He cupped her through the lace, the rough fabric scratching his palms, the flesh beneath pillowy, hot, overflowing his grip.

Finally, finally he could grab them without guilt, no fear of hiding his hunger.

He squeezed slowly, greedy, thumbs brushing the lace until the fabric rasped against her nipples. His mind reeled in short bursts.

So warm, so heavy...

Her nipples hardened quickly, poking through like tiny pebbles, stiff under his touch. He pinched lightly, rolling them between his fingers, amazed by the way they responded.

They felt so real, so perfect, better than any dream, better than any boob he squeezed, because they weren't just boobs, they were Zayela's.

She gasped, then moaned, soft at first.

"Ahh... N‑Nash..."

Her voice broke, breathless.

She arched, chest pressing harder into his hands, nipples aching sharp but sweet, a delight that made her tremble. Her moans came again, longer this time.

"Mmmhh... ohhh... Nash..."

His hands were obsessed, more intense.

Finally I can touch them. It's crazy... they're so full, heavy, soft... my fingers sink in deep like they were in cotton... It's so soft... So soft... Damn, they're perfect.

She unclasped the bra with shaking fingers, her breasts spilling free at last. They dropped heavy into his palms, filling them completely, silky skin hot, the weight making his arms flex.

Her nipples were dark, swollen, begging his mouth.

Surreal bodies do exist, these things weren't human for sure.

He groaned low, burying his face between them, kissing, licking, sucking hungrily. The taste was salty‑sweet, skin and sweat, addicting. He thought he could drown in them and never come up for air.

Zayela moaned louder, hands grabbing his hair, holding him there.

"Ahhh—Nash! Y‑yes... Keep going... ohhh..."

Her voice trembled, half‑cry, half‑ecstasy. He licked circles around one nipple, tongue flicking, then sucked deep, lips sealed.

Her body shivered, the sensations exploding through her virgin nerves, her thighs rubbing together helplessly.

Nash groaned in amazement against her breast. So soft, yet firm. This was heaven.

She moaned loud, hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

For her, the heat spreading was a new sensation, dazzling, frighteningly good. He switched to the other breast, greedy, kneading the first. Her body shook under his mouth.

His trance deepened.

No system, please.

His free hand slid down her belly, skin warm and trembling. The lotion's jasmine faded into her musk. The skin was the real prize, soft , warm like sun-heated sand.

He wasn't a virgin anymore, but this feeling was so unique.

Zayela's breath hitched, her mind racing with excitement and perversion.

Finally... Nash's hands on me... it's happening... Please, don't stop this time, don't pull away... go till the end, I need it, I need you.

He hooked her panties, lace damp and sticky under his fingers. The fabric clung to her wetness as he pulled them down slow, inch by inch. Zayela's thighs parted a little more, her heart pounding, inner thoughts wild.

He's going to see me again... My... Nash, will see my most private part. It's so wrong... but I want him to look... So badly...

The panties slipped off, and Nash's breath caught.

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