My Past Life –Part 8
My cousin was beautiful—dark-skinned, about my height, but older than me. To be honest, I resented most of my family. When my father was struggling, none of them were there for us. Now that he had regained some financial stability, they suddenly wanted to be part of our lives—as if they had any right.
When my cousin moved in, things quickly spiraled out of control.
For two months, she had been staying with us, and her behavior grew worse. When my parents weren't around, she acted like she owned the house. She even lied to them, claiming I mistreated her—and they believed her. Every time they returned home, she would rush to them with fake tears, spinning some fabricated story. Without even asking for my side, my parents would scold me harshly, and my mother would beat me senseless. The more this happened, the deeper my hatred grew—for her, and for them.
This went on for six agonizing months.
Then, one night, my parents left for an overnight church vigil. I woke up hungry—but not for food. The urge was something else entirely. With my sisters around, I couldn't act on it—especially since my cousin never seemed to sleep. She stayed awake, watching, and it infuriated me.
I waited, hoping she'd finally doze off, but she didn't. Frustrated, I left the room with my sisters and went downstairs to the living room. To my shock, she followed us.
"Damn, you're a bitch," I muttered.
I expected a retort, but she just smiled—silent, taunting. Fed up, I left her there and went to my parents' room to sleep. Yet, like a shadow, she followed me.
Anger surged through me. I grabbed her, pulled her inside, and shut the door. My siblings were asleep—no one would know what happened. No one ever would.
I pinned her hands and forced her onto the bed, kissing her roughly. She resisted, but I didn't let up. Then, as I held her down, I saw tears streaming down her face.
"I'll tell your parents when they get back," she whispered.
I didn't care.
Slowly, I stripped her clothes off. Her body was breathtaking—curved, flawless, impossible to resist. I traced my hands over her, exploring every inch. I played with her breasts, sucking hard, while my fingers worked between her legs. At first, she tensed—but then, something shifted.
Her body relaxed. Soft moans escaped her lips.
"Please… don't stop," she breathed.
I didn't.
When I was done, she took over, her mouth working on me with a hunger that matched my own. The sensation was electric—like the thrill of watching Goku first transform into Ultra Instinct.
We spent the rest of the night lost in each other, only stopping when dawn broke and my parents returned.
I thought Joy would tell them our parents, our family, anyone who might put a stop to what we were doing. But she never did.
Instead, every time the house was empty, we gave in to each other. It started as something small, a secret between us, but soon it became a habit. We couldn't resist. The moment we were alone, our hands would find each other, our bodies would press together, and we would lose ourselves in the heat of the moment.
Then, one day, everything changed.
Joy sat beside me on the bed, her fingers tracing circles on my arm. Her voice was soft, hesitant.
"Hey, Peter… I love you. Can we date?"
I didn't even have to think about it.
"No," I said immediately.
Her face fell. "Don't you like me?" Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening under the dim light of the room.
"I do," I admitted. "But we're cousins."
She let out a bitter laugh. "But when we were having sex, you forgot we were cousins?"
"No, I didn't forget," I said, shaking my head. "Sex is different."
Joy pulled away, her expression hardening. "So you only want me for the sex?"
I didn't answer. I just nodded.
"Fuck you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I shouldn't have let you sleep with me that day."
"But you did," I reminded her. "Listen, Joy, I don't know what you were thinking. The only reason I had sex with you was to satisfy my urges. That's all."
I stood up, grabbing my clothes from the floor. Joy sat there, her shoulders slumped, her eyes staring blankly at the wall.
"I feel so stupid now," she muttered.
I smirked. "It's always like that, Joy. But trust me, after a while, you'll get over it."
She wiped her tears and took a deep breath. "I'm leaving tomorrow. I planned to stay longer because I thought we would date. But since that's not happening, and I don't want to keep having sex with you when you don't love me… seeing your face every day will just make me feel stupid and uncomfortable. So I have to go."
I shrugged. "Okay. But before you leave… have sex with me again tonight. For the sake of your love for me."
She argued. She called me selfish. She said I was cruel. But after a while, her body gave in.
That night, I made sure she wouldn't forget me. I gave her the best, the craziest, the most intense sex of her life. And when the morning came, she was already gone.
My father drove her back home.
And just like that… it was the end of me and Joy.
To be continued....