My name is Johanna. I’m 36 years old now. People always notice my boobs first. They are very big, heavy, and natural. Even in winter when I wear thick sweaters, you can still see them. I have soft blonde hair that I usually put in a messy bun. I live in a small apartment in Amsterdam, in the De Pijp area. From the outside, my life looks normal. But nobody knows about me and my cousin Hendrika.

Hendrika is 38. We’ve been doing this since we were teenagers. She’s the only one who really knows me. We grew up close—our mothers are sisters. Every summer we spent time together at our grandmother’s house near Utrecht. That’s where it all started.

I still remember the first real time. It was during a rainy summer when I was 15 and she was 17. The house was empty. We were upstairs in a bedroom with the slanted roof. We had been kissing and touching for weeks already, shy little things under the blankets. That afternoon we were lying on the bed in just our t-shirts and panties because it was warm and humid.

Hendrika looked at me and said quietly, “Johanna… can I see them properly?”
She meant my boobs. They had grown so fast that year, and she couldn’t stop looking. I felt nervous but excited. I pulled my t-shirt up and let them fall out. They were already heavy at my little age, and my nipples were hard. Hendrika’s eyes changed. She touched them softly at first, then squeezed them. When she put her mouth on one and started sucking, I made a sound I had never made before. My whole body felt hot.

We didn’t have full sex that day, but something inside us opened. After that, we looked for every chance to be alone.

Now I’m 36 and she’s 38. Hendrika is married with two children. She lives in Rotterdam with her husband. I’m still single. But whenever her husband goes away for work, she finds a way to come to me.

Last month she texted me on a Thursday evening: “He’s in Germany until Monday. I’m coming to you tomorrow.”

I cleaned my apartment, changed the sheets, and took a long shower. I put on the vanilla body lotion she likes. I wore a simple soft dress with nothing underneath. My breasts moved freely, and my nipples were already sensitive.

When she knocked on the door, I opened it fast. She stepped inside, and we hugged tight. No big words. She just pushed me gently against the wall and kissed me. Her hands went straight to my chest, grabbing my heavy boobs through the dress.

We moved to my bedroom. I sat on the bed, and Hendrika stood in front of me. She pulled my dress down to my waist. My big boobs dropped down; she made a sound in her throat and buried her face between them. She also licked and sucked them like she was hungry.

I held her head and closed my eyes. “Suck harder… like you used to.”

She did. She took as much as she could into her mouth while squeezing the other boob.

Hendrika took off her own clothes. Her waist is wide and very soft body. I pulled her on top of me. Our bare skin touched—warm breasts pressing together. We kissed, breathing each other in.

I kissed her neck, then her boobs. Then I went lower. I opened her legs and started licking her out. She was already soaked. I sucked her gently at first, then faster. I put two fingers inside her and moved them the way she likes. When she came, she grabbed my hair and said my name in a broken voice.

After she caught her breath, she looked at me with that naughty smile.

“Now you.”

She made me lay back. She played with my boobs for a long time—slapping them lightly, watching them, sucking both nipples together. It drove me crazy. Then she went down between my legs. Hendrika is really good at this. She licked me, then faster, pushing three fingers inside me. I came hard, almost crying from how strong it felt.

We rested for a while, naked and sweaty, just touching each other.

Later she took out a double dildo. “I want to feel you properly tonight,” she said.

She pushed one end into herself first, moaning. Then she climbed on me and pushed the other end inside me. We both gasped. We started moving together. At first slow, then harder. Our breasts jam against each other.

Our clits rubbed together every time she pushed deep. I came first, holding her tight. She came right after, shaking on top of me.

We fell asleep like that, still connected, bodies sticky and warm.

That’s how it is with us. We have so many memories.

There was one winter when we were 23 and 25; we stayed in their house near Haarlem. We did it in front of the fireplace. I sat on her face on the big rug and rode her tongue while playing with my own boobs.

Another time, I was 30 and she was pregnant with her second baby. Her breasts were full and sensitive. I sucked them and some milk came out. We were both surprised but turned on. I drank a little while touching her between her legs. She felt guilty afterwards, but she still came back to me.

We’ve done it in her car parked by the canal, in hotels when we couldn’t wait, and even once in her own bed when her husband was gone for a whole week. That week was wild. We walked around the house almost naked. I cooked breakfast with my big boobs out. She fucked me all around the house. We took long showers together, soaping each other’s bodies, sliding our wet boobs together.

People think I’m single because I’m difficult or too independent. The truth is no man has ever made me feel what Hendrika does. She knows exactly how I like it — how I want my nipples pulled when I’m close to coming, how I like it when she talks dirty and calls me her “big-titted cousin.” She knows how to make me squirt when she fingers me the right way.

Sometimes we lie in bed after and talk quietly. We know this is complicated. Family would never understand. But we started when we were young and curious, and now it’s part of us. We can’t stop.

Last week she came again. She brought some good wine and cheese. We drank; laughed about old times; then spent almost three hours touching and fucking.

She still loves my boobs the most. She can spend a long time just touching them, pressing her face into them, sucking until I’m begging. I love sitting on her face, my ass covering her while she licks me deep. I love when we rub our pussies together, wet and slippery, until both of us come.

Our bodies are not perfect anymore. We have stretch marks and softer parts, but that makes it feel more real.

I don’t know what will happen in the future. Maybe one day she will stop. Maybe someone will find out. But every time she texts me “I’m coming,” my heart beats fast and I get wet before she even arrives.

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