Tinder Match with My Cousin

I knew after finishing my B.Tech that I needed to get away from my hometown. I grew up in a small town in the Godavari districts, right in the middle of nowhere. Everybody knew everybody, and the aunties gossiping about your every move gets really old after a while. It’s fun to grow up in a close-knit community, but as I got older, I realized there was nothing there for me except my mom. My dad had passed away when I was quite young. My only cousins were on his side of the family, and after he died, we didn’t stay particularly close with them. So, I packed my bags and moved almost five hundred miles away to Hyderabad. It was a massive change, but it was great. I created a new life for myself where I could build my own friend group in Hitec City and completely control who knew about my personal life.

After working for a few years, I was completely surprised to learn that my cousin’s daughter, my second cousin Archana, was moving to Hyderabad to do her engineering degree. Again, we were never particularly close growing up, but while she was in college, I’d check in on her from time to time just to make sure she was okay in the hostel. After she graduated, she landed an IT job right here in the city. I helped her move her luggage into a shared flat in Madhapur, and after that, we just got busy with our own lives and never really kept in touch. That all changed about a year later.

I had just gone through a really messy breakup. At 31 and newly single, I did what pretty much anyone in my position would do. I downloaded a bunch of dating apps on my phone, including Tinder, hoping for a distraction. I’d been out to a pub in Jubilee Hills with some office friends one Saturday night. We had quite a few drinks, and when I finally booked a cab and got back to my flat, I was heavily buzzed, horny, and feeling incredibly alone. So, I opened up Tinder in the dark and just started swiping right.

I swiped right on literally everyone. I was swiping so fast, barely looking at the screen, that I didn’t even process the face until it was too late. The profile suddenly registered in my brain: "Archana, 21." I stopped my thumb, staring at the picture. It was my cousin. But it was already too late. I’d just swiped right on her. I sat up on the edge of my bed, entirely in disbelief. I stared at the screen for a minute, my heart beating a little faster, and thought to myself, It’s fine, it’s not like she’s actually going to match with me. No harm, no foul. Convinced it was just a funny glitch in the universe, I went back to swiping mindlessly for a bit longer before I finally passed out on the mattress.

I woke up the next morning with a raging hangover. My head was pounding. I dragged myself to the kitchen to chug some water, then went straight back and lay in my bed. Wondering if my desperate drunk swiping had gotten me matched with anyone, I squinted and opened Tinder. I saw I had exactly one new match, and my stomach completely dropped when I saw the little profile icon. It was Archana. My mind started racing a hundred miles an hour. What the hell just happened? She swiped right on me too? Why? I immediately assumed she had to have done the exact same thing I did. She had to have been swiping blindly on everyone and accidentally swiped right on me. I really should have just unmatched with her right then and there to save us both the embarrassment, but for some reason, I didn’t. I figured it would just be an awkward story we’d both laugh about at the next family function eventually. I tried to put it completely out of my mind and went about my day.

A couple of days later, I was sitting at my desk at work when my phone buzzed with a WhatsApp message. It was an unsaved number, but the DP was Archana. I opened the text.

"So…. you’re just gonna ghost me like all the other software guys on Tinder?"

"Lol, haan, sorry about that," I quickly typed back. "Honestly I got drunk and was swiping on everyone that night and didn’t mean to swipe on you. Awkward, I know." I figured that should be the end of it.

"Well, I meant it," she replied back instantly.

I stared at my phone screen, completely stunned. She meant to swipe on me? I guess this is a good time to properly describe Archana. Archana is a bigger girl. She’s not fat, but she’s quite tall, almost 5'9", and carries a little extra weight. Curvy, I guess, is the absolute right word for her. And she’s curvy in all the right places, too. She has big, heavy breasts and a wide, round ass. I followed her on Instagram, and she always had a habit of posting revealing pictures, always wearing clothes that were just a little too tight, kurtis and tops that were a little too low cut, and lots of bold pictures hanging out by the pool. I never really thought anything of it before, but I guess subconsciously I always knew she was incredibly attractive.

"Archana, you can’t mean that. We’re cousins," I texted back, my palms starting to sweat.

"Second cousins," she corrected. "Let’s go on a date. It would be kinda kinky. And besides, nobody knows us here in Hyderabad. What do you say?"

I couldn’t believe she actually just typed that out and sent it. Here’s the crazy thing: I’d always harbored a bit of an incest fetish. I’d never actually thought about any of my actual family members in that way, but I loved reading those kinds of stories online late at night. It always got me really horny. Could this really happen with Archana?

"Ok, I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but ok. There’s a quiet lounge bar near my place in Gachibowli. Maybe we could meet for a drink tonight after work?"

"I’ll see you there," she replied almost immediately. I locked my phone and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe it. I actually had a date with my cousin.

After logging off from work, I rushed back to my flat and took a quick shower. I threw on a clean pair of dark jeans and a casual button-down shirt, sprayed on some cologne, and drove over to the bar. I ordered a beer, found a quiet, dimly lit table in the corner, and sat there feeling incredibly nervous, constantly wondering what the hell I was actually doing. Then, Archana walked in. She was wearing tight, dark blue jeans and a low-cut black tank top that clung to her curves. Honestly, her heavy breasts were almost spilling out of the top. I stood up, gave her a brief hug, ordered a cocktail for her, and we just sat for a while, talking.

For a good thirty minutes, it was purely small talk—venting about IT jobs, sharing memories from growing up back home, talking about different trips we’ve been on, stuff like that. Finally, after we had a couple of drinks in our system, I just had to address the elephant in the room.

"What are we doing here, Archana? We’re family, we matched on Tinder, and you literally said 'it might be kinky.' Like, what exactly is going on in your head?"

She gave me a very sly, knowing smile. She reached across the small table, put her soft hand on top of mine, and started slowly playing with my fingers.

"Look, Karthik, life is way too short to not have a little fun," she whispered, leaning closer. "I know we’re technically family, but we’re not close. We’ve never been close. I’m going to be dead honest with you, I get off on kinky shit. I’m young, I know I'm attractive, and I’m just trying to have as much fun as I can while I’m still young and attractive. So yes, I think it would be extremely kinky to hook up with my hot older cousin."

There was a massive lump in my throat as we sat there in the dim light, staring intensely into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t believe how instantly turned on I was by hearing those filthy words come out of her mouth.

"I’ll pay the tab," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "Meet me at my house."

It was completely on the very minute we walked through my front door. She took complete control of the situation. She dropped her purse, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and kissed me hard. She slipped her warm tongue deep into my mouth. We made out aggressively the entire way down the hallway to my bedroom. Archana practically pushed me backward onto the bed. She stood right at the foot of the mattress and started taking her clothes off without breaking eye contact. She took off just her tight tank top and her jeans, leaving on her matching black lace bra and a tiny black thong.

I had managed to pull my shirt over my head and was frantically working on unbuckling my pants when she climbed onto the bed and got on top of me. She helped me shove my jeans and underwear down past my knees. My cock was already rock hard, and as soon as we freed it from my boxers, Archana immediately dipped her head down and started giving me a blowjob. She was incredible. Holy shit, was she good. Her warm tongue worked all over my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, taking all of my hard cock deep into her mouth. I couldn’t even see her face as she worked. Her long, dark hair spilled forward, covering her face and my entire groin. All I could see was her heavy, round ass sticking high up in the air.

The way she deliberately arched her back, her sexy black thong disappearing entirely between her thick ass cheeks, and the way her wet mouth was perfectly working my cock—I was absolutely in heaven. After a few minutes of her intense sucking, I felt the orgasm rushing up.

"Archana," I moaned out, gripping the bedsheets. "Fuck, Archana, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!"

She stopped sucking immediately, sat up, grabbed my wet cock, and jerked it hard. Just two quick pumps with her hand and I shot my load. Two thick, white ropes of cum shot high into the air and landed directly onto my chest. She started to giggle as she continued to pump my cock, making more cum leak out over her hand.

When I finally finished pulsing, Archana leaned down and took my sensitive cock back into her mouth, cleaning up the messy cum. She then moved up my body, licked the hot cum right off my chest, and swallowed it all with a smile.

"Holy fuck Archana, that was so damn good!" I said, my chest heaving, completely out of breath.

She giggled softly, sitting back on her heels on the bed, playfully stroking my half-hard cock. "Honestly, Karthik, I thought you’d last a little longer than that."

I sat up and kissed her on the lips, tasting myself on her tongue. "Give me a minute and I’ll be ready for round two." I reached around her back, unhooked her black bra, and tossed it carelessly across the room. I couldn’t believe how massive and heavy her tits actually were. I playfully kissed both of her dark, hard nipples, then pushed her shoulders, telling her to lay back on the pillows. "It’s my turn," I told her.

With her flat on her back, I slowly kissed my way down her soft body, starting from her heavy tits, down over her stomach, until I made my way right between her thick thighs. I kissed her wet pussy right over the fabric of her thong, then grabbed the sides and pulled them completely off her. She had a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair just above her slit. I kissed my way right through it, then kissed the soft inside of her thighs, before I began to fully explore her wet pussy with my lips and tongue.

Archana was incredibly responsive, quietly moaning my name and running her fingers roughly through my hair. Then she let out a sharp gasp as my tongue aggressively ran over her sensitive clit for the very first time.

"Mmm... Karthik, right there, ah, right there, don’t stop," she begged.

She liked it nice and slow. I slowly and rhythmically worked her swollen clit with my tongue while slipping two fingers inside of her dripping wet hole, pumping in and out. I kept my tongue working her clit slowly, but I started fingering her faster and faster. Her moans became much louder and more desperate. My cock was rock hard once again against my stomach. I was completely ready for her.

Archana must have read my mind. "Ah! Karthik, I need you inside me right now!"

I knelt up in front of her, grabbed her thick legs and put them up over my shoulders, then lined myself up and slid deep into her wet pussy. Her back completely arched off the mattress and she let out a loud, passionate moan. I started to fuck her. I took it gently at first, pulling almost all the way out and pushing deep, slowly increasing my speed and rhythm.

"Harder!" she panted, gripping the headboard. "I want it hard! Fuck me like a slut."

Hearing my cousin say that sent me over the edge. I started slamming my hips, driving my cock deep into her. She continued to moan her approval loudly, her heavy breasts bouncing with every single thrust.

After a few minutes of intense pounding, I forced myself as deep inside her as I could go, leaned my upper body down, kissed her swollen lips passionately, and then whispered right into her ear, "Behind." She immediately nodded, completely understanding.

Archana rolled over and got on all fours, pressing her face down into the pillows and sticking her huge, round ass up in the air. I quickly positioned myself right behind her, slid my hard cock back into her dripping wet pussy, firmly grabbed both of her wide hips, and started fucking her from behind. The loud slapping sound of my waist hitting her thick thighs completely filled the bedroom. I lifted my hand and slapped her bare ass with a loud "smack!"

"Haan, Karthik!" she screamed into the pillows. "Do it harder, slap my fucking ass!"

Another loud "smack!" filled the room, leaving a red handprint on her skin. She moaned wildly with delight. I knew the friction was too much, it was about to happen again, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Without warning her, I hastily pulled out and shot another massive load. The first thick shot went right across her lower back. A few more smaller shots landed directly on her round ass. Entirely out of breath, my legs shaking, I collapsed face-first onto the bed right next to her.

We lay there silently for a short time, the only sound being our heavy breathing.

"Archana?" I whispered.

"Haan, Karthik?"

"That…. that was fucking great," I admitted.

She turned her head and began to laugh brightly. "And to think you actually needed convincing!"

We both laughed. I leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "Why don’t we go hit the shower and get cleaned up," I suggested. We went to the bathroom, washed each other down under the warm water, and then spent the entire rest of the night cuddling closely together in my bed, completely naked until morning.