A special weekend during summer break. My cousin, whom I hadn't seen in a year, had grown close to womanhood, yet showed no trace of shyness, freely moving around the house in revealing clothes. Her breasts had developed, but there was still no hair visible over her underwear. Seeing her exposed slit drove me closer to losing control. One day, catching her sleeping in an indecent position, I could no longer hold back and reached out. In that moment, the deep, primal urge within me took over—there was no turning back.