I fucked my cousin when she passed out

My name is Alfred. I remember that Christmas like it was yesterday. It was the best and worst holiday ever. I went to my relatives' house from Christmas to New Year. They live in a big old home in the suburbs. Snow covered everything outside, and the place smelled like pine trees and turkey. That's where I met Alina. She was their daughter, 26 years old, with long blonde hair and white skin that glowed under the lights. She always wore stylish dresses that hugged her body tight. Those dresses made her look so pretty, like a model from a magazine. But her nature was different. She was a real bitch, always snapping at people. And she hated illegal immigrants. She would talk bad about them all the time, calling them names and saying they ruined everything. I didn't care much about that. What got me was her looks.

It started on Christmas day. Alina wore this red dress that was so damn hot. It was short, showing off her long legs, and low-cut up top, letting me see the curve of her breasts. She laughed and danced around the tree, her blonde hair bouncing. I sat there, watching her, and felt my cock get hard right away. I had a boner for her since that moment. It wouldn't go away. Every time she walked by, my dick twitched in my pants. I tried to hide it, but inside, I wanted her bad. The days after Christmas dragged on. We ate too much food, played games, and watched movies. But my mind was on Alina. I jerked off in the bathroom thinking about her tight body under that dress.

The time between Christmas and New Year felt endless. Everyone was relaxed, drinking eggnog and staying up late. Alina went out a lot. She loved the pubs nearby. One night, around New Year's Eve, she came back late. It was past midnight, and the house was quiet. I couldn't sleep. My boner for her kept me awake. I heard the door downstairs creak open. Then, stumbling footsteps. I peeked out my room and saw her. Alina was drunk, her stylish black dress wrinkled and riding up her thighs. Her makeup was smudged, blonde hair messy. She leaned on the wall, giggling to herself.

Her brother was asleep, and her parents too. No one else heard. I went down the stairs quietly. 'Alina,' I whispered. She looked up, eyes blurry. 'Alfred? Help me up.' She slurred her words. I grabbed her arm, felt her warm skin. She smelled like alcohol and perfume. My cock hardened instantly. I helped her up the stairs, her body pressing against mine. She was heavy, stumbling, but I held her tight. We reached her room at the end of the hall. I pushed the door open and guided her inside. The room was pink and girly, with a big bed covered in pillows.

As soon as her body hit the bed, she passed out. Her head lolled to the side, mouth open, breathing heavy. She was out cold. I stood there, heart pounding. This was my chance. No one would know. My boner throbbed so hard it hurt. I locked the door behind me, just in case. Then I turned back to her. Alina lay there, dress hiked up, showing her black panties and smooth thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. I couldn't hold back anymore.

I climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. My hands shook as I touched her leg. So soft. I slid my fingers up her thigh, under the dress. She didn't move. Drunk and passed out. Perfect. I pulled her dress higher, exposing her panties. They were lacy, hugging her pussy mound. I rubbed over them, feeling the heat. My cock strained against my pants. I unzipped them quick, letting it spring out. Hard and ready.

I yanked her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. Her pussy was bare, shaved smooth. Pink lips, tight slit. She wasn't a virgin there, I could tell from how she acted around guys, but it looked so tight. I spread her legs wide, knees pushing them apart. She mumbled something in her sleep but didn't wake. I leaned down, sniffed her scent. Musky and sweet. My tongue licked her pussy lips, tasting her. Salty from the night out. I licked harder, sucking on her clit. Her body twitched a little, but eyes stayed closed.

I couldn't wait. I positioned myself between her legs, cock head at her entrance. One push, and I slid in. Fuck, she was tight. Her pussy gripped me like a vice. Warm and wet from my spit. I thrust deep, balls slapping her ass. She groaned softly, but still out. I fucked her slow at first, savoring the feel. Her walls clenched around my shaft. I grabbed her hips, pulling her onto me. Harder now, pounding in and out. The bed creaked under us. Sweat dripped from my forehead.

Her breasts bounced with each thrust. I pulled down the top of her dress, exposing them. Full and perky, pink nipples hard in the cool air. I pinched one, twisted it. She whimpered. I leaned over, sucked the nipple into my mouth, biting lightly. My cock drove deeper, stretching her pussy. She was so tight, like she hadn't been fucked in months. I rammed faster, grunting. The room filled with wet slaps and my heavy breaths.

But I wanted more. Her ass. I remembered she was a virgin there. No one had touched it. I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices. I flipped her over roughly, face down on the bed. Her dress bunched at her waist. I spread her ass cheeks. Tight pink hole, untouched. I spit on it, rubbed my thumb over the pucker. She shifted a bit, but no wake. I pressed my cock head against it. Slow push. It resisted, so tight. I forced harder, inch by inch. She cried out in sleep, body tensing. But I didn't stop. I broke through, her virgin ass swallowing my dick.

Holy shit, it was amazing. Tighter than her pussy, hot and gripping. I held still a second, letting her adjust. Then I started thrusting. Short pumps at first, then deeper. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each slap. I reached under, rubbed her pussy while I fucked her ass. She moaned louder now, body reacting even in sleep. I pounded harder, feeling the build-up. My balls tightened. I grabbed her blonde hair, pulled her head back. Fucked her like an animal.

It didn't take long. Her ass milked me too good. I came hard, shooting cum deep inside her. Rope after rope, filling her virgin hole. I groaned, collapsing on her back. Stayed there a minute, cock softening inside. Then I pulled out, watching my cum leak from her stretched ass. Her pussy was red and swollen too. I wiped myself on her dress, fixed my pants.

She was still passed out. I arranged her clothes a bit, pulled the blanket over her. Unlocked the door and slipped out. Back to my room, heart racing. Best experience ever. I jerked off again thinking about it before sleep.

Morning came too soon. Sunlight through the windows. Everyone had breakfast downstairs. Alina came down late, looking rough. Her hair messy, walking funny. She sat at the table, wincing. Her brother asked, 'What happened to you last night?' She rubbed her head. 'I don't remember much. Who opened the door for me? I came home with... someone?' Her eyes scanned the room, landing on me for a second.

Her brother shrugged. 'I don't know. I was asleep.' I jumped in quick. 'I opened the door for you, Alina.' She looked at me suspiciously, narrowing her eyes. 'You? What time?' I smiled calm. 'Yeah, around one. But you weren't alone. Your male friend brought you home. He helped you up the stairs.' She blinked, shocked. 'Who? I don't remember any friend.'

I leaned in, voice low. 'Some guy. Looked like one of those illegal immigrants you always talk about. Dark hair, accent. Said his name was... Miguel or something. You were really drunk, laughing with him.' Her face changed. Suspicion turned to anger and fear. She hated those guys. 'That bastard! How did he... oh god.' She touched her sore spots under the table, piecing it together wrong. Blaming him.

Her brother frowned. 'You sure, Alfred?' I nodded. 'Saw it myself. He left quick after dropping you off.' Alina stood up fast, dress hiding the bruises. 'I'm calling the cops later. That immigrant scum. I knew they were trouble.' She stormed off, muttering racist words. I watched her go, hiding my smile. It worked. She never suspected me.

After that, things changed. Alina stopped drinking so much. No more late nights at the pub. She stuck close to home, eyeing everyone warily. Especially strangers. New Year's came and went with fireworks, but she was quiet, nursing her aches. I kept my distance, but inside, I replayed that night over and over. Her tight pussy, her broken ass. The way she gripped me. My boner for her didn't fade. If anything, it grew.

The rest of the stay was boring compared to that. Family dinners, games, more food. Alina wore looser clothes now, hiding her body. But I knew what was under. She avoided me mostly, thanking me once for 'helping' that night. I just nodded. Her racism kicked in hard. She ranted about immigrants more, saying they prey on girls like her. Everyone nodded along. No one questioned my story.

When New Year ended, I packed to leave. Hugged relatives goodbye. Alina gave me a quick hug, stiff. 'Thanks again, Alfred.' Her voice was cold. I felt her breasts press against me, remembered sucking them. 'Anytime,' I said. Drove home with a secret grin. That Christmas break was unforgettable. I abused her physically, took her virginity in the ass, and got away clean. Blaming that fake immigrant was genius. She never got drunk again there, never gave me another chance. But the memory? It's mine forever. Her tight holes, her passed-out body. Amazing.

Looking back, I miss that previous Christmas. The relatives' home, the snow, the tree. But mostly Alina in her hot dress. The boner started then, and the night I took her sealed it. If I could go back, I'd do it again.