Screw me hard

Daniel: Part 1

Stephanie had grown up in her uncle's home, surrounded by his wife and children. Among them all, Daniel was her favorite cousin. They were inseparable. At home, at church, and at school, they spent nearly every moment together.

One Sunday afternoon, Daniel's mother was out, and his older siblings had gone their separate ways.

"Do you like horror movies?" Daniel asked.

"Of course," Stephanie replied with a grin. "They don't scare me at all."

"Is that so? We'll see."

She laughed and joined him on the couch while he switched on the television.

For a while, they watched in comfortable silence. The movie's eerie soundtrack filled the room.

After some time, Daniel stretched and yawned. "I'm tired of sitting here. I want to continue watching on my laptop in my room. You can come if you want."

Stephanie followed him down the hallway. Settling into the room, they continued the movie, trading jokes and daring each other not to flinch during the scariest scenes.

Stephanie got up and followed him into his room. He locked the door quietly and discreetly behind her.

"Lie down," he commanded. "I'll bring my laptop."

Stephanie did as she was told as Daniel moved to get his laptop. He returned wearing only his briefs with his laptop in hand. He set the laptop just at her head, plugged in the flash drive, selected the movie and started playing.

He lay down beside her, leaving only a narrow space between them. For several minutes, they watched the movie in silence. Their shoulders brushed now and then, their bodies close enough that every accidental touch seemed impossible to ignore, yet neither of them acknowledged it.

Daniel paused the movie abruptly and turned toward her, propping his head up on one elbow.

"Do you remember when my dad died? When we came to your house?" he asked.

Stephanie remembered all too well. How they used to hide behind the chairs during hide and seek. It was a common game then with Daniel's little twist.

"Yes. I remember," she replied.

He responded by placing his hands on her butt.

"Has anyone touched you here before?" she shook her head in response, already feeling warm and tingly with expectation.

"How about here?" he asked. Lifting her skirt slightly, so his hands moved towards her p***y. She gasped, then shook her head again.

He removed his hands, and she immediately missed the warmth of his fingers against her already wet p***y.

"You're about to start college, and no one ever has?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

She shook her head once more. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and a wave of embarrassment settled heavily in her chest.

Daniel stared at her for a moment, as though trying to process her answer.

"Then there are a lot of things you don't know yet," he said quietly.

As he spoke, he shifted a little closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Maybe it's time someone taught you."

He slid his hands under her skirt again, tracing his index finger on her soaking panties.

"How do you feel?" he asked softly.

"Tingly," Stephanie whispered, her breath uneven as her eyes fluttered closed.

A faint smile touched his lips.

"Do you like it?"

She answered with a small nod. The sensations coursing through her made it difficult to form words. All she could do was surrender to the warmth spreading through her and the awareness of him beside her.

He shifted the thong of her panties to the side as he kept running his fingers, up and down her c**t, his touch slow and deliberate as his hand moved against her.

A soft gasp escaped Stephanie's lips the instant he touched her bare skin.

"Oh..."

The sound slipped out before she could stop it. Her eyes fluttered shut, and a shiver coursed through her body. Every nerve seemed suddenly awake, the sensation stealing her breath and leaving her acutely aware of nothing but his touch.

Everything about this was unfamiliar. She couldn't put the feeling into words. All she knew was that she didn't want it to end.

"Lie back," he said quietly.

She obeyed without hesitation, settling onto her back as her pulse quickened. A part of her worried that any protest or question might break the moment. His hands moved higher, and she caught her breath at the unfamiliar sensation. He then began to carress her small breasts. His touch remained gentle, unhurried. The warmth of his attention sent a nervous flutter through her, and a strange, pleasant tingling spread from her chest to the tips of her toes.

He circled her n*****s with his fingers, teasing and lightly squeezing them. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her body tense with need. As if he could read her thoughts, he parted her legs and slid her panties down, exposing her wet p***y. This time, he didn't prolong the anticipation, but shoved a finger into her. Caught off guard, she let out a soft gasp. He let his finger stay inside for a minute before withdrawing slowly and pushing it inside again. He moved with deliberate patience, giving her time to adjust before continuing. When her eyes rolled back in her head, he picked up the pace. Slick, wet sounds filled the room and a small moan escaped her lips. He slid a second finger in, stretching her open as her back arched off the bed. She could feel a strange pressure building up within her, like she wanted to pee.

"Stop," she blurted out suddenly, pulling away. "I think I need to use the bathroom."

Without waiting for a response, she hurried toward the door.

Daniel watched her go, a knowing look crossing his face.

"Clean yourself up at once. We'll continue our lesson another day" Daniel said standing outside the bathroom door.

As much as he wanted to be touched as well, they still had a lot of time. He would take it slowly.