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Experimenting with my Cousin (excerpt)
🕑 Added 2024-10-13 21:31:10 +0000 UTCHey everyone! 🌟
I’m excited to share an excerpt from my exclusive Diamond tier story: Experimenting with my Cousin, available only to Diamond tier members. This story will consist of at least 4 long parts. And 2 are already out. However, please know there’s no pressure to upgrade if you’re not feeling it—I completely understand! If you do find the story intriguing, I hope you’ll consider it.
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Part 1
I tugged at my collar again, trying to ease the stiff fabric that felt like it was choking me. Joaquín’s room was small, just like the rest of the house, but we’d grown used to sharing spaces as we grew up. I glanced over at my cousin Mateo, who was fumbling with his pants and muttering curses under his breath as he struggled with his new belt in front of the mirror.
His frame was similar to mine—lean, toned, and still caught in that awkward stage where we were more boys than men, as many 18-year-olds are. However, Mateo was quite hairy compared to me, with noticeable growth on his legs and arms but less so on his stomach or chest. A thin line of hair trailed from his crotch to his navel, along with a few comically sparse strands around his nipples. His hair was short and dark brown, the same color as mine, though my hair was a bit longer and wavier. His face was handsome, a touch more masculine than my own, which had a softer, more feminine, cute quality. Despite these differences, we both still looked boyish.
Joaquín, Mateo’s older brother, was a little taller and more filled out at 23 years old. I couldn’t help but notice the way his chest was broader and more muscular, with a dusting of hair that made him appear more mature. His shoulders were wider than Mateo’s or mine, giving him an air of confidence. He had that look that said he wasn’t just pretending to be an adult—he had already arrived. His face was sharper, too, with a bit more stubble on his jaw than either of us could manage. I admired this without really thinking about it, quietly realizing that Joaquín wasn’t the kid I’d known growing up. He was... more now.
Still, this wasn’t anything new to me. With a family as big as ours, privacy was a luxury we never really had. We’d showered together, changed in cramped spaces, and shared everything—including rooms when needed. So seeing Mateo and Joaquín like this wasn’t awkward; it was just how we lived.
