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Burned Ch. 01

By: yourlittledominatrix



It was all consuming, this lust. Throbbing, aching, almost too much to handle. She waited for him, waited for him to come to her and ignite the terrifying passion that was burning to get free. 

She had tried numerous times to sate her lust, using her other lovers to try and satisfy the hole that was left. But nothing came of it. She was left emptier each time, longing to be held tight in his big strong arms, his broad shoulders encompassing her, his powerful chest crushed against her breasts, firm and solid.

She burned, smoldered for him, awaiting his return to her.

Lying awake on a crisp fall night, she was startled as the phone rang beside her on the nightstand. Turning back the frothy covers, she slid her body from between the sheets and into a sitting position, her back pressed lightly against the headboard. She picked up the phone, halting its obscene jangling.

"Hello?" she said into the receiver

"God, I've missed hearing your voice." Came a deep male voice from the other end, causing a thrill of excitement to course through her body.

She smiled and replied, "I've missed you too."

His next words were almost hesitant. "Baby, I need to have you, badly. Would it be alright for me to come over?" he paused before adding quickly, "If not, that's ok too."

She smiled at his insecurity, but he already knew her answer before it even passed over her gorgeous lips.

"God yes, please, please come." She whispered, strained. She fought to keep the maddening lust at bay, at least until he arrived.

When she hung up the phone she stepped out of bed, her feet hitting the cold floor. She walked to the bathroom and started the shower, getting it nice and hot, the steam rolling out the top.

She undressed slowly, gently running her fingertips over her body, shuddering softly as her hands brushed against her nipples, causing them to harden and lengthen. Slowly she slid her panties down her hips, over her legs, stepping out of them a foot at a time, tossing them to the side along with her other clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror she watched herself, eyes roving over her image. She appreciated the curves of her body, her generous breasts, the nipples hard, jutting out obscenely, her waist as it met the swell of her luscious hips, the small patch of soft dark hair above her pussy, the lips already glistening with wetness.

She tore her gaze away from the mirror, stepping to the shower, slipping in under the warm spray. She caressed her body, running the soap over her slick skin as she lay back against the wall.

Quite unexpectedly she had a flashback. It was from a time they had been in there together, under the spray of the water, soaking their bodies as they soaked up each others passions, right up against the wall. Her cries rang out, echoing off the tile as he rode her body like a stallion, pressed tight against the shower wall, her hands gripping anything she could as she came hard, panting and screaming his name.

The memory left her body burning for more. Stepping out of the shower she dried off slowly, running her soft hands over her body. 

She left the bathroom to go to her dresser, opening a drawer filled with delicate lingerie. She pulled out his favorite; a tight corset made of soft, midnight blue lace and matching panties. She slipped into the lingerie, a thrill racing through her as the lace brushed against her skin.

She brushed out her hair and went to the bed, sliding under the sheets, her body thrumming as she waited.

She had almost fallen asleep by the time she heard his car pull up in the drive. She listened as he came up the walk, the door opening without even bothering to knock, he knew she was waiting for him. 

She heard him hesitate as he reached her bedroom door, a small knock on the other side told her he wanted her to let him enter. She called out softly for him to come in, the door swinging back as he stepped through.

She slid out of bed and stood before him, wanting him to come to her.

He came forward, sliding his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck through her hair. She could feel him, his need, hard and firm against her. She raised his face to her, feeling waves of heat rush through her body as she looked into his eyes, the look of them dark with lust.

He started to open his mouth to speak, but before a sound could pass over his lips, she pressed her soft, hot mouth against his, drawing him in for a passionate kiss, locked together, hungry for each other.

Burned Ch. 01



Both Leah and Chris are 18. The events occurred the summer before they begin their freshman year in college.

This chapter has been slightly edited from the original.

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The wildfires in California had been devastating for so many families. I always paid attention because we have relatives who live in California. It seemed otherworldly because, as usual, the bad always happened to strangers, not to anyone we knew. This year that changed. My aunt and uncle's house burned along with about 100 others.

Watching the fires build and spread on the news reports was surreal. We recognized the community since we had visited so often. Watching the fire spread and grow was frightening. I just knew they would contain it before it reached my relatives home. But they didn't. To our horror, we watched their lovely home become engulfed in flames with its towering plume of smoke adding to the dense cloud of smoke pouring from the raging inferno that was causing so much damage and heart ache.

Fortunately, my aunt, uncle and cousin were safe. They were able to get out with a few things such as important documents, pictures and a few changes of clothes. But, their house was a total loss. 

College hadn't started yet so my aunt, uncle and my parents agreed my cousin should come and stay with us while my Aunt Kay and Uncle Jack began to put their lives and home back together. A daunting task to say the least. Everyone felt it would be less stressful for their family if Leah lived with us during the initial phases of getting things put in order.

Leah arrived and was installed in my brother's old bedroom. My older brother Jim was married and living with his wife just a few miles away. Leah and I would share the bathroom located at the end of the hallway. Our two bedrooms were mirror images of each other and actually connected by a large pocket door.

When the downstairs area had been remodeled, my brother and I were still little and my parents thought it would be fun for us to be able to have one big room, but still be able to close the door and have two separate rooms when needed. I needed that open door when we first moved downstairs because I was afraid of being alone. Having that door open and my big brother right there made all the difference. 

My cousin and I are the same age and we actually get along quite well. I hadn't seen her in over a year. Leah was quite despondent. She really tried to be in a good mood, but the first few days were very hard for her. Thinking about all the things she had lost, being separated from her parents and friends and now having to stay with her relatives, well to say the least, she was under a lot of stress.

As the days passed, her parents assured her that things were going well. The finances were going to be fine, plans for rebuilding were in the works, but they were still trying to find a suitable apartment for the entire family to be comfortable in while the rebuilding of their home was accomplished. 

The routine gradually adjusted and became more natural as Leah integrated into our family. We adjusted, she adjusted and without even noticing, it was almost like she had always been there. We became very relaxed and natural in our new routines and the sharing of our space. Both of us were being as considerate as possible especially with bathroom use and time.

Occasionally, Leah and I would have awkward moments as we transitioned from the bathroom. After taking showers, thinking the other was gone, or still in bed, or upstairs, or whatever, you know how you mindlessly do things, one of us would make a dash to our room not quite covered and the other would be coming or going and catch a glimpse of something usually covered. A sorry would be said, or not, and on we would go.

One day, I came out of my room and couldn't help but notice Leah through her slightly ajar bedroom door. She was standing in partial profile to me in the process of dressing. All she had on were brief white panties. I froze. I couldn't move or take my eyes off of her. She was hooking her bra. Her fingers worked the clasp just beneath her naked breasts. The thumbs of each hand pressed into the base of each breast, the twisting movements of her fingers causing her breast tissue to jiggle and ripple. Each breast was crowned with a full puffy pink nipple. Her plump nipples were like perfectly formed little breasts crowning already flawless mounds of softness. I was mesmerized by the swaying movement of her breasts and nipples as she manipulated the bra.

Leah's hands slowly spun the cups of her bra around her torso and then carefully raised them into place obscuring my view. As her breasts disappeared from site, I snapped out of my trance, backed into my room and quietly closed my door. 

I immediately and noisily reopened the door and quickly stepped into the hallway. I nonchalantly looked in at my cousin who was now buttoning a blouse. The blouse tail just barely reached mid-point of her bum. Her white panties were visible and oh so provocative. Leah glanced at me, smiled turned her eyes back to her task and resumed buttoning her blouse without so much as a blush or move to hide herself from my sight. I continued on to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled out my penis to pee and noted with some astonishment that I was half hard and rapidly growing.

Fantasies about women, even cousins, are not unusual for guys. Yes, I had fantasized about Leah. Only in passing though. But what I suddenly realized, the last year had brought about some changes in Leah and apparently myself. She had always been cute I guess, but now, she was gorgeous. And my god, what great tits. I was responding to her sexually. Jesus, my cousin, what was this all about? I wasn't supposed to do this. 

I closed my eyes and clearly saw her breasts jiggling and rippling with the movement of her hands. I couldn't stop thinking about her incredible nipples. What would they feel like? I wanted to touch them. I wanted to taste them and suckle them. 

My cock was now fully erect. I pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, sat on the toilet and masturbated my erect and very tense penis. I had to have release. I couldn't believe how turned on I had become. I stroked myself and quickly climaxed into a wad of toilet tissue. As I sat there recovering from my orgasm, there was a light tap on the door.

"Chris? Is everything alright?" asked my cousin's soft voice.

"Yeah. Fine. Almost done. I'll be right out," I stammered as I stood, dropped the semen filled tissue into the toilet and flushed it. My penis, now nearly flaccid, easily went back into my shorts. I washed and dried my hands, opened the door and walked past Leah. 

"You sure? It sounded like you were having trouble breathing or something."

"No, I'm fine." I said as I continued back to my room. "Jesus," I thought to myself, "I must have been really moaning or something. Be more careful. How fucking embarrassing is that?"

A few nights later, I had finished brushing my teeth and washing my face and was on my way back to my bedroom. As I was passing Leah's door, I thought I could hear her crying. It was very soft, almost inaudible. My heart clutched in my chest. I thought she was doing fine and quite happy. But obviously she was still having bouts of sadness and anxiety.

I tapped on her door. She didn't respond, but the crying stopped. I knocked again and asked, "Leah, may I come in?" There was still no response. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. It wasn't locked. I pushed the door open and looked in. Leah was curled up on her side almost in a fetal position. She looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen. Her cheeks were wet with the tears she had been nearly silently crying. My heart almost broke. I went and sat on the floor by her bed. 

"Leah, I had no idea. I wish I could make you feel better."

Leah sighed, reached out and put her hand on my cheek. "Chris, you have made me feel better. You have been so sweet. I don't cry nearly as much. I just get homesick and then I realize, I don't even have a home."

And with that, she rolled away hiding her face and sobbed. Her shoulders shook with each sobbing cry. I couldn't stand it. I got up beside her and put my arms around her and hugged her tight. Slowly, the sobs lessened and stopped. Her breathing became regular. She had cried herself to sleep. I held her for several more minutes not wanting to disturb or awaken her peaceful slumber. Finally, I carefully released her, tiptoed out of her room and silently closed her door.

Lying in my bed, my heart still ached for my cousin. As I drifted toward the edges of sleep, I heard the pocket door between our rooms glide open. The sound of soft steps across the floor ended with the covers being lifted and the weight of a body slipping into my bed beside me. I smelled my cousin's fragrance as she nestled up and pressed her back against my side. 

"Please hold me. I can't sleep," she whispered softly.

I rolled onto my side and slipped my arms around her as I spooned against her back. Her hands clasped mine against her chest. We nestled and moved into a position of comfort. In a few minutes, her grip on my hands relaxed, her breathing deepened and became regular. She slumbered peacefully in my arms. The warmth of her body felt so good through the thin material of her nightgown. The soft swell of her breasts pressed against the sides of my hands where she still held them against herself. 

Her bum was firmly compressed against my pelvis. Her closeness, her warmth, her smell was all too much. My body responded. My penis slowly engorged and elongated. I was mortified. What would my cousin think? I pulled my pelvis gently back trying to hold my penis away from her bum. My penis briefly had room for it to spring up from its downward orientation, which was becoming very uncomfortable, to an upward pointing freedom. My cousin snuggled back in her sleep regaining the snug spoon fit that seemed to pacify her and allowed her to sleep. 

Leah sighed as she wiggled her butt snugly against my engorging and stiffening penis. As she wiggled her bum, my penis slid into the warm groove formed by the cheeks of her warm backside. Just as my penis was nestling into her bum crack, her hands released my hands and dropped to the bed. Her breasts were now resting against the palms of my hands. Warm, round and full. She wiggled again. God, I couldn't take it. My hips involuntarily pressed my cock against her bum and more deeply into the groove of her ass. It felt so good. I just barely rocked my hips and the tip of my penis felt the delicious friction as it pressed into her crack.

In her sleep, she reached up and pressed my hands tightly against her breasts. I cupped the luscious warm mounds in my hands. I forced myself to not caress them. But, I held her in my arms, and could not help but enjoy the sensation and warmth of her breasts against the palms of my hands. 

She kept shifting in her sleep against my penis. I tried to lie still. Her little movements caused involuntary movements of my own in response. The tip of my cock was being gently masturbated whether I wanted it to be or not. An orgasm was building. What was I going to do? There was nothing I could do. It was here. My penis flexed and contracted uncontrollably against her ass. I ejaculated. My sperm laden semen erupted and was trapped in the underwear I slept in. 

Leah sighed in her sleep and pressed more firmly against me. I knew the moisture of my ejaculate was soaking not only my underwear, but hers as well. I knew that her skin would be wet from the moisture seeping through the fabric. The thought curiously pleased me. Knowing that the semen that had spewed from my body was now in contact with her body excited me greatly. I pressed my soft penis firmly into her crack. I could feel the soggy material of my underwear press and stick against her flesh. 

I fell asleep with my cousin in my arms.



Burned Ch. 02



Both Leah and Chris are 18. The events occurred the summer before they begin their freshman year in college.

This chapter has been slightly edited from the original.

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Chapter 02: Oh my god!

Leah was gone when I awakened the next morning. The pocket door between our rooms was closed. My underwear was crusty with dried semen. I was sure her panties must be just as crusty. What was she thinking?

Oh my god! This could be awkward. How would I be able to face my cousin? This was going to be so embarrassing. She came to me for comfort and instead was molested in her sleep by her sick cousin. What was I going to do? What would I say? What would she say? Would she tell my parents? Would she tell her parents? Oh my god!

Finally, I screwed up enough courage to get up and go to the bathroom. I opened my door, turned to go down the hall and noticed the bathroom door was cracked open. As I approached the door, I heard the familiar sound of bathwater splashing, rippling and burbling. I stopped, and as I listened, I closed my eyes and imagined my cousin sitting in the tub, recumbent in the warm bath, the water enveloping and caressing her naked body. I could see her breasts buoyant in the water, suspended in the embrace of the warm liquid, undulating as the water rocked back and forth across the tub. I imagined her hands tracing leisurely across the skin of her flat stomach and over the mounds of her breasts, soapy and slick. Did she have pubic hair? I envisioned the oscillations of a forest floating and moving in the dark sea between her legs with the ebb and flow of tides between, through and around her thighs and labia. 

I sat on the floor, leaned my back against the door jam on the hinged side. I listened to the swirling water. Could she be washing her hair? Her arms would be raised, her fingers soaping and scrubbing her scalp, bubbles running down her arms, across her shoulders onto her chest, flowing over her breasts and trickling off her tumescent nipples. Her tummy wet, flat, the little naval a tidal pool of water with soapy bubbles lapping at its shores. 

The sound of rushing water crashing into the tub startled me out of my reverie. I clambered to my knees, turned and peeked through the narrow opening and was rewarded by the reflection in the mirror of my cousin kneeling, her head and hair under the faucet. The cascading water pouring down, around and through her hair rinsing away the soapy lather that I had imagined. It coursed down her hands, arms, neck and shoulders. It slewed down her glistening skin. The torrent raced across her body and cascaded off her dangling breasts that swayed with the movement of her arms and hands as she worked the cleansing flow of water through her tresses.

She reached and closed the tap; the torrent ceased its flow. Her torso straightened, head thrown back, arms up as hands swept her mane off her lovely face; eyes closed. Her full breasts hung dependent on her glistening chest; nipples stood hard and proud on their plump areolas. My eyes were drawn to the dark patch between her legs. Trimmed neatly, pointing the way to the full lips that covered and guarded her secret and private place of pleasures. 

I backed away. Stunned by what I had seen and by what I had done. I didn't want to be found out as a voyeur as well. I quickly returned to my room. In a few minutes I could hear her movements on the other side of the pocket door. I went to the bathroom and took my shower. On returning to my room to dress, I noticed that the pocket door was not quite closed all the way. I was sure it had been, maybe not. Maybe it was still left slightly ajar from Leah's late night visit. Maybe. I didn't think so. Could Leah have opened it?

After throwing my towel on the back of the chair. I made a point of not looking at the pocket door. I could feel eyes on me. Was Leah watching me? I wanted her to be. I wanted her to see my nakedness. I wanted her to see my penis. I wanted her to know what had pressed into her ass last night. I wanted her to see what had created the crustiness on her panties. The knowledge that my cousin could be looking at my nakedness excited me.

Thinking these thoughts, thinking she might be watching, wanting her to be watching all conspired to make my penis begin to swell and grow. God, what should I do? I decided to pull on my underwear to hide the fact I was getting an erection. It would be too embarrassing at this point for her to see me have an erection for no reason. Shortly after I had pulled my underwear on, I heard Leah's bedroom door open and close. 

I finished dressing and went upstairs. My parents had already left the house for work. Leah was making breakfast and it was clear she was making enough for both of us.

"Good morning Chris," she happily greeted me. Then she turned her head and looked intently at me with a coy smile on her lips as she asked, "How'd you sleep?"

"Great. How about you?" I answered as my heart skipped a beat. Had I misread the look?

"Very soundly. The sleep of the dead. Thanks for putting up with a crybaby. I hope you weren't weird-ed out when I crawled into bed with you.

"I wasn't weird-ed out at all. I'm glad I could help. I wish I could do more. I hate knowing you are sad."

Did she really sleep that soundly? Was she just giving me an out? Was she not ready to talk about it? 

"Holding me was enough. You are a good cousin Chris and I love you."

I walked over, took Leah in my arms and gave her a big hug. "I love you too Leah."

She put her arms around me and hugged back. When we pulled apart, she reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her lips left a tingling sensation and I experienced a sudden brief lightheadedness that felt wonderful.

We ate breakfast chatting about nothing in particular. We didn't discuss last night or this morning. I said nothing about the bathroom door or the pocket door. Just time spent with a normal meal with normal cousins with normal conversation. 

I felt anything but normal. I had spent the night sleeping with my female cousin in my bed. I had ejaculated against said female cousin's ass. I had watched the same female cousin take a bath. I had probably exposed myself to the same female cousin. Was I a pervert? I shouldn't be thinking or doing any of these things. I must be a pervert because I didn't give a damn; I wanted to do these things and more. I couldn't help myself. I think I was losing control.

I took Leah to the mall so she could shop. She needed more clothes as she only had a few things that had been saved from the fire. She required everything from underwear to dresses. I spent the day watching her model clothes. She modeled everything for me. I had a great time. I didn't need any excuse to ogle her. She looked marvelous in everything she tried on. She even modeled bikinis for me. We would go from store to store where she tried on a multitude of different things. Sometimes she had a bra on and sometimes she didn't depending on the style and look she was going for. 

I caught glimpses of her breasts and nipples through see through materials of several blouses. Other times she would only partially button a blouse or dress and as she would spin and pirouette the material would balloon out and expose a naked breast. I was in heaven. I was supposed to look closely and honestly tell her what I liked best.

She would have me zip and un-zip the dresses she was modeling. She was wearing thong panties. No panty lines for my cousin. I couldn't believe it. I could see her lovely bare ass when I worked the zippers for her. Was she teasing me or just unaware? I didn't care. I was having the time of my life. But my poor penis was suffering from being painfully trapped in my pants all day long. Up and down it went. It was exquisite torture. 

Finally, she wanted to try on shoes. She would make her choices, the salesperson would bring out the boxes, but Leah would only let me help her with slipping them on with the help of a shoehorn.

At first, she was very modest and careful. Her knees together and her dress kept carefully pulled down over her knees. I was enjoying touching her feet and the calves while helping her slip into the shoes. She tried on everything from simple tennis shoes and pumps to high heels. When she switched to her search to high heels, things became seriously interesting. The heels naturally made her knees lift higher. Her dress was no longer carefully pulled down over her knees. 

When she stood to walk, her knees came slightly apart and I received a quick glimpse of her crotch. She was teasing me. She let me see her ass while helping with the zippers. Now, she was letting me see her plump barely covered pussy. Each time I helped her with another pair of shoes, her knees would drift further apart. She would hesitate a little longer before standing up. The shear fabric of her thong barely covered her plump labia and with each viewing a widening area of dampness and transparency was becoming evident.

She walked across the floor. The high heels tipped her ass up in a lovely way. "I don't like these. They aren't comfortable. Let me try the black ones next," she said with a demure smile.

As I slipped the red shoes from her feet, she held her knees apart and let her skirt ride half way up her thighs. I held her right foot in my hand while I reached for the black shoe. Her pussy was visible through the translucency of her now soaking wet thong. Her clit barely poking out and visible between the upper portion of the dark crevice formed by her labia. My cock was getting uncomfortably hard again. I couldn't take much more of this.

She finally admitted she was tired and couldn't go on. Shopping mission completed and successful, at least for today. We headed home. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen and supper was almost ready.

"What have you guys been up to all day?" my dad asked as we came into the kitchen together.

"Chris has been a good sport. He spent the day helping me shop. He was an incredible help. I just about have my wardrobe put back together. A couple more days and I'll be set."

"Really? How did you get him to agree to that? He hates shopping," my mom interjected looking at me with a quizzical expression.

"Oh Mom, stop. Leah has to have new clothes. How was she going to get them unless I showed her around?"

"Well, I'm glad you're being so good to your cousin. I'm proud of you," my dad interjected. "Keep up the good work."

If my mom and dad only knew.

We enjoyed a good supper and watched a couple of movies. We all headed for bed about the same time. I let Leah use the bathroom first. When I heard her next door, I peaked through the gap in the still ajar pocket door. Leah slowly undressed by her bed. I marveled at her beauty. Her skin was flawless. The shape of her breasts and nipples took my breath away. I loved the curve of her ass and was rewarded with a view of the cleft formed by her ass cheeks as she turned and bent to put on her sleeping panties.

As she stood straight and pulled the panties over her bum, I realized that she had pulled on a pair of the new thongs she had purchased today. The thin ribbon of material slipped and disappeared between her rounded and muscular cheeks. God her ass was beautiful. Leah then pulled her nightie over her head and slowly down over her breasts. The peach colored material slowly fluttered down her body and gently came to rest barely covering her bum.

Taking a deep breath I pulled myself away, walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Back in my room, I threw my towel across the back of my desk chair, slowly combed my hair and finally pulled a pair of sleeping shorts out of my dresser. I had turned so my cock would be visible from the pocket door where I hoped Leah was covertly observing me.

I pulled my shorts on and walked to the door and quietly tapped. "Yes?" responded Leah from just on the other side. 

"You going to be alright tonight?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. Nights are the hardest. I get most homesick for Mom and Dad after going to bed. Do you mind if I stay with you again?" she asked timidly.

I pushed the door open, reached through the portal, took Leah's hand and guided her to my bed. We crawled under the covers together and immediately spooned like the evening before.

"Thanks Chris. You must think I'm the biggest pain ever." 

"No way Leah. It's understandable that you are stressed out. anybody would be. I want to do anything I can to help." 

I put my arms around her. As I did, she took my hands and pulled them to her chest and pressed them against her breasts. "Is this alright?" she asked timidly. "I want your arms around me. It doesn't bother me if you happen to touch my breasts. I know it's hard to hold me and avoid touching them. Its OK," she assured me.

My knuckles and the sides of my fingers brushed her soft curves and the swell of her breasts. I wanted to hold and caress her breasts. I resisted. I couldn't just openly fondle my cousin.

Leah snuggled her bum against my pelvis. "Chris, did you know I have had a crush on you forever?" she blurted out.

This revelation shocked me, but also pleased me. Pleased me very much. 

"Really? No. I had no idea," I said hesitantly. "I kinda have a crush on you too," and without thinking, I squeezed her breasts gently while pulling her against me even more lovingly. I put my face into her hair, breathed in her scent and kissed the top of her head. Leah moaned softly.

I didn't dare do more. I didn't want to spoil the moment. I loved having my cousin in my arms. Feeling the curves of her body against me. Feeling her warmth mingle with mine. Leah's breathing became regular. Her body relaxed and melted comfortably into mine as she fell into a quiet slumber.

My penis was still very uncomfortable. It wanted to be fully erect but was trapped angled down between my legs demanding to be released. I reluctantly disengaged my hand from Leah's breast. Reached between my legs to free my cock. I boldly pulled it through the loose fly of my shorts and let it slip under the lower edge of my cousin's nightie.

Leah shifted and pressed her bum against my now free and naked cock. Her butt cheeks pressed against my erect shaft and nearly enveloped me in the warm depression of her crack. It felt good. It felt right. I knew it was wrong.

The warmth of her nether regions fueled the fire building in my groin. It was harder and stiffer than I had ever felt it. Leah moved more tightly against me. I was unbelievably turned on and excited by the direct flesh to flesh contact of my penis with my cousins ass. As Leah shifted in her apparent sleep, my cock seemed to be moving and sliding more freely in her crack. Pre-cum I thought. I must be producing and leaking pre-cum into her bum crack.

I pressed my hips, my cock glided in the slot between my cousin's ass cheeks, creating heavenly sensations. I rocked gently and ever so slightly again. The movement was smooth, well lubricated and delicious. Leah sighed and pressed more firmly against my swollen member and wiggled her bum causing my shaft to shift and seat more firmly in the cleft of her bum. I pumped again, my rod slid effortlessly with exquisite bolts of pleasure coursing through the nerve endings surrounded by her flesh. Leah wiggled and pressed again. I responded and slowly pumped my shaft up and down in the groove that was a perfectly fitted slot that my dick now fucked. 

I was out of control. I should not be doing this. I could not help it. I had to do it. I had to come. I wanted to ejaculate my semen onto my cousin's ass. The thought of my cock spewing my white sticky seed onto her body, onto her perfect skin, onto her exquisite ass spurred me on. I forced myself to be gentle so as to not waken my cousin from her peaceful slumber. My hips gently rocked as my cock swelled ever more stiffly and my balls drew up as the mounting tension built toward the climax that would not and could not be stopped. My orgasm hit with an intensity that almost overwhelmed my ability keep my thrusts gentle. My organ contracted and ejaculated gouts of cum into my cousin's crack and onto her rounded ass. The contractions were violent. The violence equaled the intensity of my excitement and equaled the volume of sperm that spewed out of my body.

I realized my hands were holding and caressing my cousin's breasts. I held her so tightly I felt as if we were one.

Leah stirred. "Ummmm, are you alright Chris? Nightmare?"

"No, no. I'm OK. Go back to sleep my Leah."

She put her hands to mine, which were gently cupping her breasts. She sighed. Her breathing became gentle and rhythmic. Deep sleep seemed to take her again.

I lay nestled and spooned against her. My cock was now softening. I could feel drops of cum leak from the end of my penis. I felt the moist thick liquid drip onto my leg, running off her round firm bum. I fell into a contented sleep wondering how I would explain the mess I had made.



Burned Ch. 03



Chapter 03: The Other Perspective

I wakened early again. Chris was on his back still sound asleep, snoring softly. Well, the sound he made wasn't even really a snore. It was a whispering of his breath that made me think he was still in a deep and restful state of sleep. I envied him that. Until the last two nights I had not slept well at all. Since the fire and since moving to live with my aunt, uncle and cousin my sleep had been anything but restful. 

What had it been? Three weeks already since the fire. Three weeks of separation from my family and my friends. This was supposed to be less stressful for me. I think it was being less stressful for my parents and I intellectually could live with that: intellectually, but apparently I couldn't live with it emotionally. I was a mess.

The last two nights had been different. I couldn't explain why, but my cousin had transformed me in one evening. When he came in and wrapped me up in his arms two nights ago and comforted me while I sobbed my heart out, Chris had somehow restored my heart. I fell in love with him. I know it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense to fall in love with your cousin. The only explanation I have is the stress I was under. That and the fact I had actually been in love with him for a long time. I adored my cousin.

Now, in two nights, he had transformed me from a depressed, sleepless worn out wreck into a well rested, contented and somewhat frustrated cousin. When I woke up yesterday morning, I quickly got out of bed and went to my own room, shocked that we had actually slept the whole night together. I couldn't believe how bold I had been crawling into bed with Chris that first night. Loving how he held me so gently, held me so lovingly. The feel of his arms and the warmth of his body felt so comforting to me. I was so exhauted, I had quickly fallen to sleep. I vaguely remember smiling to myself when I felt Chris' penis against my bum. I think I wiggled my bum a bit to get a better feel and was glad when Chris did not retreat. My exhaustion took over. I couldn't hold my eyes open any longer; I dosed off and slept soundly.

Before I took my bath that next morning, I noticed my panties had a dried crusty substance adhering to them. Had Chris had a wet dream? Yes girls know about those things. We read books and talk to other girls and share information. I guess it was possible. I think I would have noticed if he had masturbated right there behind me. Even if he had, I wouldn't mind. I would be flattered if he thought of me in a sexual way and if I knew he was sexually excited by me.

Now this morning, I lay there admiring my still sleeping cousin. The covers we shared last night were pulled down to his waist. I lightly placed my hand on his well muscled chest and felt the rise and fall of his breathing. I let my fingers lightly trail down across his flat abdomen to the edge of our covers. I lifted the covers and was rewarded with a view of his soft penis exposed in the open fly of his shorts. It was beautiful. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to hold it in my hand and explore it. I wanted to see it become hard. I resisted the urge. I didn't want to shock or disappoint Chris. I didn't want him to think bad thoughts about his horrid cousin if he found out my true feelings for him.

I took one last long longing look at his gorgeous penis, slipped quietly out from under the covers and went to my room. I slid the pocket door almost closed. I kept hoping I would be able to see more of my naked cousin. I had been lucky a couple of times now, catching glimpses of his naked form and his beautiful cock. There I said it, his cock. I love him and I wanted to love his cock. 

As I walked across the room. I could feel something on my bum. I touched myself and felt a dried substance on my backside and in the crack of my bum. Was that dried sperm? Had Chris had a wet dream two nights in a row? Or, had he somehow masturbated while I slept and ejaculated into my crack and onto my bum. Had I again slept so deeply that I hadn't been aware of his actions?

I closed my eyes and thought about his hard cock against my skin, against my ass, against my crack. I imagined it sliding up and down between the muscles of my ass and imagined him squirting his white sperm all over me. My pussy was tingling as my arousal increased. I laid back on my bed, put my hand between my legs and touched my clitoris. There was moisture already building between my labia. I dipped the tips of my fingers into my vagina and then proceeded to touch myself in that special way. Yes, I masturbated myself to an orgasm. The warmth of my stimulation spread out from my clitoris. The spreading warmth intensely enveloped my entire pelvis. I felt my breasts blush with the heat spreading through my body. My nipples tingled and radiated the heat that continued to bloom across my chest, spreading up my neck causing a hot burning blush to rapidly flash hotly into my cheeks and face. 

My pussy ached for something. The pressure of an impending orgasm built rapidly in my pelvis. The desire to have my pussy entered, stretched and filled became overwhelming. I came with that desire, that need still unfulfilled. I heard myself moaning as I orgasmed and tried to silence my spontaneous utterances. The climaxing release of sexual tension allowed me to internalize my cries of pleasure. 

Once sufficiently recovered from my self-stimulation, I went to the bathroom, drew a bath and luxuriated in the hot soapy water. I had again left the door ajar hoping Chris would catch glimpses of me naked. It excited me thinking of him seeing me exposed. The unspoken taboo of being cousins somehow made the act seem even more exciting. My body tingled at the possibility of Chris observing my naked form.

After finishing my bath. I returned to my bedroom to dress. The sliding door between Chris' and my room was still ajar. I chance a peak and to my shock and joy, Chris was on the bed, his legs hanging over the end, toes barely touching the floor, knees spread, fingers wrapped around his turgid and erect cock, balls, hanging below his stiff member, moving up and down across his anus. Chris was masturbating. His hand sliding up and down his long stiff shaft. The purple head of his cock crowned the beautiful sexual appendage that he now self-pleasured. A clear thick liquid was forming droplets at the tip of his penis. The droplets rolled off the head and down the shaft supplying a slippery lubricant.

Chris' strokes quickened. His hips humped against his hand. His balls, which had been hanging quite low, drew rapidly upward and tightly against the base of his rigid cock.

"Fuck, oh fuck."

I quickly moved away from the door. I thought Chris had somehow seen me.

"I love you. Fuck. Yes, oh my darling I want to cum inside you. I heard Chris whisper." I realized he was talking to himself in the throws of his self-induced ecstasy. I moved back and peaked through the gap in the door. I wondered jealously who he was talking too. Into what bitch did he want to spill his semen. I wanted my vagina to be that receptacle.

"Uhnnnnnnnnnnn, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ummmmmmmmmmm, uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk," he tried to whisper as his cock began to contract and pump thick spurts of thick white liquid onto his chest and stomach. I watched in awe as two, three, four long strands of white liquid arched from the end of his penis and splattered onto his chest. Then five, six, seven smaller strands landed above his belly button. Finally, his cock still forcefully contracting, several globs of white sperm oozed from the hole at the top of his cock, slid down the shaft across his fingers and pooled at the base of his shaft.

Chris was breathing heavily. His orgasm was finished. His penis was still twitching, but already visibly softer. "My god," I silently said to myself. "Oh my god, that was so incredible."

I knew what I wanted. I knew whom I wanted. I also knew I had to determine who the bitch is Chris imagined fucking and ejaculating his semen into as he climaxed.

I had to somehow become his sole object of desire. 

I wanted to be his only receptacle. 



Burned Ch. 04



Small edits. Sorry about the typos I missed.

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Chapter 04: Huh?

Alone again. Would it be all right again? Had I gone to far? My sweet Jesus it had felt good, my bare flesh against hers. The wondrous release and flood of sperm I had shot into her warm crack and onto bum cheeks. What must she have thought when she found the dried mess when she wakened. What is she thinking about her cousin now? Had I weird-ed her out?

I looked forlornly at the door between our rooms. A gap was visible. Leah had left a view portal open. Maybe all was not lost. Maybe I still had a chance. Thank god for small favors. I tip toed to the door and carefully peaked through. My reward was beyond current hopes.

Leah was reclining on her bed, knees drawn up, her right hand between her legs, her third and fourth fingers appeared to be plunged deeply inside her place of treasures. Her palm was pressed firmly against her pelvis making circular movements about her clit. Hips were thrusting rhythmically against her hand. Her left hand cupped her left breast with fore finger and thumb gently needing that crowning plump nipple. Oh to suck it into my mouth and feel its delicate texture.

"Ummmm, ohhhhhhh, yessss, yesssss, yesssssss....uhnnnnnnnn.....fuck me oh fuck me, cum on me, please cum in me...." The soft murmurings emanated from Leah's open mouth. She licked her lips and moaned more loudly, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, please, please, I want your cum on me, in me, on my tongue, in my pussy, oh please only me...., uhnnnnnnnnn, uhnnnnnnnnnnn, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhn, uhnn, uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

She was suddenly very quite, her breathing slowed gradually as her hips and body sank into the bed. I quickly retreated to my bed. My cock hard from the excitement induced from illicitly observing Leah's self administrations. Her glistening fingers plunging in and out of her dark gash, her hips humping against her hand.

I imagined my cock penetrating where her fingers had disappeared. I wanted my cock to enter that dark tunnel and draw sounds of pleasure from Leah's lips. I wanted her vaginal walls to envelop and caress my piercing cock. I wanted my administrations to cause her to climax and scream out my name.

As I closed my eyes and envisioned our bodies together, my stiff erection cleaving her labia as it traveled the road to my desired destination, my hand surrounded my erect flesh and began to stroke in time to my conjured intercourse with Leah's dark unexplored tunnel. I was dimly aware that I was moaning and talking to Leah in my mind. My arousal continued to build as I imagined my cock in Leah's sure to be tight and velvety pussy. I took longer strokes as I pumped my cock into an imagined pussy. My orgasm erupted. I felt spurt after spurt of thick cum hit my chest and stomach. I continued to ooze thick droplets down my shaft across my hand. I had several large puddles of thick white ejaculate that I had to clean up after I recovered from the intensity of my climax.

God I wanted her. I truly wanted to fuck my cousin. There was no kidding myself. I was obsessed with having Leah.

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I found a note from my mom on the kitchen counter. "Chris, I forgot to tell you that Joe called last night wondering if you wanted to bring Leah over to meet Missy and you all go swimming together. Sorry I forgot to tell you last night. Just leave a note letting us know where you will be. Love Mom."

Joe was my best friend. We had lived in the same neighborhood and gone to school together all of our life. Missy was his little sister. I don't know why she had the moniker of little except she was 10 months younger than Joe, and for that matter myself. Joe and I were born in the same month. I was actually 3 days older than Joe, a fact Joe hated.

Missy was like a little sister. I had grown up tormenting her, then became very protective of her when she started dating. I actually think I had a more brotherly relationship with her than Joe did. Didn't seem to bother him in the least.

I gave Joe a call and told him we would be glad to come over. I figured I needed chaperones around to help me stay away from Leah. Where the hell was she anyway?

Just then the back door opened and Leah came in with a bunch of cut flowers. "Oh Chris. Good morning," she said.

Was she flustered? Was she upset?

"Good morning back at ya Leah. How do you feel about using your new bikini today and going swimming over at some good friends house?"

She immediately brightened. "Yes. That sounds fun. I'd love to meet your friends," she beamed. 

"Tell you what, lets put our suits on here. Grab a towel and some dry clothes to change into later."

"Sounds good. Let's do it," she agreed.

I didn't try to spy on her. I just changed, went upstairs and waited for Leah to follow. A few minutes later she appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked great. She had a lovely lava-lava cover up. It was gauzy and see-through. She wore a black bikini and she looked stunning. I just kind of stared.

" Chris?"

"Oh, sheesh. Sorry. You caught me off guard. I don't remember that suit. You look fantastic I gushed."

She actually blushed when she smiled with obvious pleasure. "I know. I really liked this one and wanted to surprise you. I hoped you would like it."

"Like it? I love it!"

On our arrival at Joe and Missy's, they made me proud. They both gushed over how beautiful Leah was and how great her new bathing suit looked. Missy took Leah off to show her the facilities. 

"Good god Chris. I hope she's a kissing cousin, because if she isn't, alls fair in love and best buds."

"Knock it off Joe. She's my favorite cousin so you better be on your best behavior." 

"Touchy-touchy aren't we," he kidded as he punched me in the shoulder. "Let's go get wet."

We were shooting baskets with the pool basketball set when the girls finally made it outside. They both decided to sun for a while and pulled two lawn chairs around to face the late morning sun. I admired the interplay of Leah's muscles as she manipulated the lounge chair. I also enjoyed seeing the cleavage of her breasts enlarge as her breasts swayed in the cups of her bikini as she bent over and adjusted the head of the chair.

The basketball hit me in the side of the head. 

"Hey, watch it asshole."

"I was you incestuous bastard."

"What the fuck are you talking about?'

"Jesus, you were looking at her with unmitigated lust in your eyes you pervert."

"Fuck you, you dim-witted Neanderthal," I said as I laughingly dunked the observant little prick. I couldn't believe he had found me out so soon. The laugh and the dunk got him off the subject as we wrestled and tried to drown each other.

We apparently got a little carried away because I suddenly had Missy on my back, her arms around my neck choking me. Leah was similarly latched onto Joe.

"You guys knock it off," yelled Missy. "Someone is going to get hurt."

"Yeah, what she said," chimed in Leah.

Joe and I looked at each other and cracked up. I dunked under water pulling Missy with me. She couldn't hold her breath for any time at all and almost instantly gave up, released her grip around my neck and bobbed to the surface. I reached the surface with a purposeful distance between Missy and myself. Quickly scanning to see how Joe faired, I observed him popping to the surface with Leah in tow. I howled. Leah had not let go. I think Joe may have met his match. Joe stopped thrashing and Leah finally released her chokehold on his neck. They looked each other in the eye, shook hands then broke up laughing.

Wow. Wait just a second. That wasn't what I expected. What was going on here. Missy swam up next to me and said, "I think Leah has made a new FRIEND. I looked over at them. They were head to head chatting up a storm. I didn't get it. What the hell was Joe doing? What the hell was Leah doing? What the hell was I doing? Jealousy directed at my best friend? Jealousy directed at my cousin? I had no right. But I admitted it to myself. I was definitely jealous. I wanted my cousin to pay attentions only to me.

Fuck.

Shit.

These were silent thoughts, yet they both looked at me in concert as I thought them.

I was in a tiff. "What do you think is going on with Joe and Leah?"

"What do you mean?" Missy asked in all innocence.

"They look all chummy all of a sudden don't you think?"

"So?"

"What do you mean so? They just met. How can they be all chummy so quickly?"

"How the fuck should I know Chris?" Missy asked with some heat.

My head snapped around and I looked at Missy with new perspective. She had my attention.

"You know Chris, sometimes you can be so fucking dense it is ridiculous. You miss all kinds of cues and signals thrown your way."

"Huh?"

"Not that it makes any difference now, but I have had the hots for you forever."

"What?"

"See. That's what I mean. For a really bright guy you sometimes don't read the signals."

A glimmer of understanding was beginning to bash me in the head.

Missy must have seen the glimmer because she said, "See, you are bright, but sometimes blinded by your sense of right and wrong. Sometimes right and wrong aren't quite as black and white as you would like them to be. You have to live in shades of gray sometimes." 

"Oh Missy. I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"

"I have already you big dummy. I love you. I hated you for a while because you wouldn't love me, wouldn't pay attention to me romantically. But I finally saw you for who you really are. You truly saw me as a sister and could not and would never allow yourself to see me in a romantic role. Once I came to that understanding, I forgave you and let you become my big brother. More of a big brother than my real big brother ever was."

"Huh?"

"That is another set of guy type blinders you are suffering with. 

"Huh?"

No. No way. That one you have to figure out on your own and deal with on your own terms. It isn't a thing a chick can help you with."

"Double huh?"

"You'll understand when you understand. I know you will be able to handle it."

"Triple huh?"

"Because you are decent you."

Missy then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a giant lip lock, tongue and all. It was a great kiss. She broke, smiled at me and said something so cryptic I wondered if she had totally lost it.

"That is to give Leah something to wonder about equal to what you are currently wondering about."

"What the fuck huh?"

"Just remember that Joe and I think outside of the box when it comes to conventions. We are and always will be your friends. I think we may well always be Leah's friends as well. It doesn't make sense now, but I think it will soon."

With that, she gave me one more smooch, swam to the edge of the pool and exited the area.

I looked at Joe and Leah with what must have been a very bewildered look on my face. Leah looked somewhat bewildered as well. She slowly turned from me, took Joe in her arms and gave him a slow, burning, lingering and jealousy inducing kiss. Joe turned his head, looked at me with a very quizzical look on his face, looked back at Leah who was now looking at me with a very pissed look and then looked back at me and cracked up. Joe was laughing uncontrollably as Leah lifted herself out of the pool, walked to the pool house changing room and slammed the door behind her obviously pissed off retreating self.

"What the fuck just happened," I said to myself out loud.

Joe was staring at me, pointed a finger at me and continued to laugh uncontrollably.

"What the fuck are you laughing at Joe. Let me in on the hilarious secret why don't you?

He swam over to me, put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "You already know and just won't come clean you dimwit. Just be honest and it will all work out."

"That helps one hell of a lot. Thanks for making that crystal fucking unclear."

I pulled myself out of the pool, went to the pool house and changed into my dry clothes. When I opened the door and stepped outside, Leah was sitting dressed and clearly ready to leave.

We got in the car and drove home in a deafening silence. I was at a total loss. I felt as dense as Missy accused me of being. What had happened?

Had Joe hit on Leah and totally scored? Had I lost my cousin to my best friend? How could things have gone out of control so rapidly? What was I going to do? What could I do? She was my cousin for crying out loud. I should be happy if she and Joe had clicked. But I was anything but happy.

We ate supper in total silence. My parents looked at us; looked at each other; looked at us, etc. They were at a loss as well. They could tell something was up, but wisely just left it alone.

We watched TV silently, numbly. Finally bedtime came. I, as usual, let Leah have the bathroom first. She finished. I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face and went back to my room. The pocket door was tightly closed. I felt cut off from my life.

I tapped on the door. "Leah? What's wrong? What happened? What did I do? Please tell me so I can fix it."

Silence. Dead, vacuum of space, total and utterly silent silence.



Burned Ch. 05



Chapter 05: Joe and Missy-Understood

What a lousy night. I tossed and turned pretty much all night long. Would Leah call out for me? No. Would Leah come in and want to be me? She didn't. Should I go to her? I didn't. Indecision is a terrible sleep aid. I was miserable. Exhaustion eventually overcame my indecisiveness. I dreamed miserable dreams. I finally wakened with a sense of relief at being free of my miserable dreams. Miserableness resumed when I remembered the cause of my miserable dreams.

As I shuffled towards the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice the door to Leah's room stood open. Surprised, I stopped and looked in. Leah wasn't there and her bed was already neatly made. I turned my head and looked down the hallway at the bathroom door. That door to stood open and again Leah wasn't there.

I ran upstairs. The parents were obviously off to work. I called out to Leah. No response. I checked every room of the house. No Leah. I looked on the porch and in the back yard. No Leah and again no Leah. What the hell was going on? Where was Leah?

The phone rang. I ran inside, grabbed the handset and said, "Hello."

"Hey man," came Joe's voice through the receiver, how's it going?"

"Hi Joe. Not too good. I had a lousy night, just woke up and I can't find Leah anywhere."

"Not to worry my friend. She's with me."

"What?"

"Yeah. She called me early this am and asked if I would take her shopping."

"What?" As you can tell, I was pretty much speechless at this point. Why in the hell had Leah gone shopping with Joe? More importantly, why had Joe agreed to go shopping with Leah? Shit. They somehow had made a connection and did have something going on already. Shit. Jealousy rears its ugly head yet again.

"She just realized she didn't leave you a note and suspected you might be wondering where she is. She asked me to call you, let you know she is with me and OK."

"What the fuck are you doing shopping with her?"

"Hey, I haven't had this much fun in a long time. She is a gorgeous model, has fantastic taste and is just plain fun to watch."

"Yeah, I know."

"You know she is kinda pissed at you don't you?"

"Yeah, I know, but I don't know why. Do you?"

"She refuses to talk about it. I think I have it figured out, but until I am sure, I don't think it too prudent for me to press the issue with her. I think the two of you need to duke it out. It should be interesting watching, I gotta tell you."

"Is this supposed to be making sense Joe?"

"Ha-ha, It does to me Chris. It will be interesting talking about the details in a few days. Listen, gotta go. Leah calls. By the way, just so you don't get pissed at me, I want you to know there is nothing going on between Leah and me and there won't be. OK? Ever."

"Huh."

"Just don't worry about me."

"Why would I care about that Joe? You and Leah are free will adults"

"Yeah. Right. Like you don't care. Come on Chris. Remember what I told you yesterday. Just be honest and everything will work out. Bye," and with that, the receiver went dead in my hand.

What the fuck was Joe talking about? What could he know about Leah? Why in the world would he tell me there was nothing to worry about with him and Leah?

All questions I couldn't answer at this point.

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The parents were at a movie. Leah and I were having grilled cheese sandwiches that I was grilling.

"Leah? Can we talk about this? Please? I can't stand this.

Silence. An effective weapon when one has the will to use it. Leah was good very good at wielding it.

"Are you and Joe, well, are you interested in Joe?"

Leah looked at me with what started as a blank look that turned into a look of dawning realization. The hint of a smile played at the corner of her lips. It disappeared as quickly as it came and a look of uncertainty overshadowed her face again.

Silence again.

"What the fuck is going on Leah?" I was getting pissed now.

That shocked her.

Leah's voice responded with a flat inflection, "Missy."

"What about Missy?" I replied with surprise in my voice.

"You were kissing her," with a still very flat inflection.

"What? Yesterday? In the pool?

"Yes. You were kissing her."

"No, she was kissing me."

"That's what I said, you were kissing her."

"No, she was kissing me for totally past history and past tense sorts of reasons. I was not kissing her."

"Huh?" Leah responded with some new life to her voice.

"How about you?"

"What about me?"

"You seemed to get chummy with Joe awfully fast."

"You are kidding aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"About Joe and me becoming chummy?"

"Well, you did kiss him didn't you?"

"Yes you dummy. Because I saw you kissing Missy."

"So you were jealous of Missy?"

Pause. Long pause. Longer pause. 

I smiled. It was silly, but her admission made me feel good. "Come on Leah. Missy is like my little sister. It didn't mean anything. I couldn't do anything with Missy. It would be like incest." 

I regretted the words the moment they popped out of my mouth. It was true, but I didn't want to confuse my relationship with Leah anymore than it was already confused. How much more confusing could it get. I was already having a covert incestuous relationship of sorts. Not full blown but getting damn close. I didn't want to make it anymore difficult than it already was.

"Oh." 

"What about you and Joe? That relationship developed kind of quickly didn't it."

That brought a smile to Leah's lips as she responded, "So, a little jealousy on your side too? I reacted without thinking. I was a little jealous of you, CORRECTION, of Missy kissing you, so I kissed Joe to get back at you."

"So, you do like Joe then?"

"Of course I like Joe. But not in the way you mean."

"What way are you talking about then?"

"You really don't know do you?"

"Know what?"

"Let me put it this way. Joe and I will probably be great friends and he will go shopping with me anytime and really enjoy it. However, you will never have to be jealous of Joe."

"Huh? That's pretty much what Joe said. Why is everyone saying that."

"Chris, Joe is gay."

I laughed. "No fucking way." 

"Way." 

Slow, dawning, seeping, growing, expanding realization. Things began to fall into place and make sense. My best friend is gay. I had been blind to it. He had hidden it very well. I had been too dense to put the signs together. Leah had figured it out almost instantly. And, apparently, Joe hadn't bothered in the least to try to hide it from her.

"Well I'll be damned."

We sat there silently looking at each other. 

My parents chose that moment to arrive home.

I reached out and briefly touched Leah's hand. She smiled and my world was warm and bright again.

When my dad walked into the kitchen he immediately sensed the change. "I guess you two are speaking again?" he said and chuckled. 

We smiled at him and nodded. "Speaking and a whole lot more I hope," I said silently to myself.

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I was drying my face when Leah came into the bathroom and bumped into me.

"Mind if I brush my teeth?" she asked as she reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste.

"No, I don't mind," I said as I reached for my toothbrush and held it toward her silently asking for some of her toothpaste, trying to hide my surprise that she was standing there in only her nightie. 

Without hesitation, she squeezed some onto the bristles of my brush. I admired her as we brushed our teeth. The fabric of her nightie was just thick enough that I couldn't really see anything clearly, but just thin enough that when she moved, her breasts would sway and the darkness of her areolas and the shadowy outlines of her breasts and nipples would be evident.

I think she must have known the effect she would have on me. She wasn't trying to hide anything. When she bent over to spit and rinse, the front of the nightie fell open and gave me a clear view of both dependent breasts reflected in the mirror. My penis betrayed my thoughts as I ogled her naked breasts. I was trying to hide my growing erection, but that was next to impossible in my loose fitting night shorts. It was beginning to seriously tent my shorts. I saw Leah looking at it in the mirror. That only made it rise faster.

A smile grew on her face is she stood and faced me. My face felt like it was on fire.

"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you happy to see me?" We both cracked up at the bad bad humor.

"Can I touch it?" Chris asked quietly.

I nodded.

She moved closer, put the palm of her hand against my penis and gently encircled my shaft with her fingers as she pressed her body against mine trapping her hand and my penis between us. She turned her head up and I automatically leaned down and placed my lips against hers. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and let my tongue enter, find, taste and dance with her tongue. Her fingers let go of my penis, found the waist of my shorts and slipped inside to re-grip my naked cock. I groaned at the contact. I placed a hand on each mound of her bum. Slowly I worked the material of her nightie up until my hands were rewarded with the warmth of her skin. Leah sighed.

We stood kissing and caressing for several minutes. We came up for air and looked each other in the eyes. 

"I'm sorry Leah. If you want me to stop, I will. I know we shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help myself. I love you."

"Its alright Chris. I love you too."

I took her breast in my hand and watched her eyes close as she enjoyed the sensation of my gentle touch. I lightly pinched her plump nipple between my fingers enjoying her uniqueness.

Her hand found my balls and gently tickled my scrotum sending shivers of pleasure through my groin. I let my hand slide down her tummy, across her pubis, between her legs and cupped her pussy in my palm. No panties, no thong, just her warm plump labia was encountered by my caressing touch.

"Oh Chris," Leah cooed as my hand touched her privacy. "I love you. I want to see you and touch you all over."

We went to my bedroom and closed the door. She pulled her nightie over her head revealing her nakedness to me. I had seen her in the mirror and through the crack in the door, but to see her now took my breath away.

"You are so beautiful Leah. God, so incredibly beautiful."

She blushed with pleasure at my compliment.

She took the waist band of my shorts and pulled them down over my erection, the swell of my butt and let them fall to the floor. I kicked them off my feet and stood naked under her gaze. 

"Ummmm. So that's what has been rubbing against me and making such a mess," she said with a chuckle.

I cupped her left breast in my right hand, bent and lifted her nipple to my lips. I softly licked and then sucked it into my mouth. The sensation of such a fullness to suck between my lips was pleasurable and satisfying. Leah pressed my face against her breast and groaned with pleasure as I suckled her tit.

She led me to the bed, we slipped under the covers, held each other, kissed and fondled. Our skin glided smoothly over the other's; the sensation and profusion of sensory input was almost overwhelming. We couldn't get enough. Moving, touching, exploring, feeling and caressing with every appendage using every maneuver we could think of or invent. Repeating the caresses over and over without tiring, unable to satiate our desires and needs.

I turned Leah away from me. I took her into my arms, moving her into our familiar spoon position. She sighed with satisfaction when I took her breasts into my hands. My penis pressed against her thighs, spontaneously twitched with excitement against the groove formed by her legs. Leah lifted her right thigh allowing my nearly full erection to spring up between her legs and come into contact with her nether region. 

Leah gasped at the sudden contact. Her thighs fell together trapping my cock between her legs. My penis was instantly wet from the moisture already seeping from the wet slit formed by her lush labia. Leah wiggled her bum tightly against my pelvis and caused my hard shaft to easily part the lips of her pussy which warmly surrounded and enveloped me.

"Ummm, Leah, unhhhhh, ummmm, exquisite Leah."

I released her breast and put my hand between her legs. I felt my cock between her plump labia. I pressed it even more firmly into the warm moist groove. 

"Yes, yes, right there," she implored.

I began to move my hips, my glans glided through her moisture and rubbed her firm little nub which had become the center my cousin's existence.

"Oh god you feel so good Chris my love. Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop."

I continued to pleasure her clitoris holding a constant pressure between her thighs. Leah began meeting my thrusts with counter thrusts of her hips and pussy against my shaft.

"Ummmm, yes, ohh, Chris, ohhhhh, it's happening, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh, yesssssssss, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, oh god I'm cumming.

As her sighs and moans faded, I turned her in my arms and held her close, feeling the press of her breasts against my chest. Her face buried in my neck as she held me tightly to her.

She rolled unto her back pulling me on top of her. She smiled a contented smile as she spread her legs and I settled into the perfect saddle she formed for my hips. My cock nestled back into the wonderfully warm and moist area between her plump labia. I moved slightly and again felt her heavenly pussy enveloping the undersurface of my cock.

"Oh Leah, I want you, I love you, but I should not have you. We don't have to do this. We can still turn back. We can stop this now."

Her hand went between us, between her legs and grasped my penis. She guided me to the center of her being. She confidently, and without hesitation, placed me at the gate of the passage to my heaven.

"I don't want to turn back. I only want you," she breathed into my ear as she placed her hands on my hips and pulled me through her gate and inside her body. 

Leah's silky smooth vagina received my body, enveloped my body, surrounded my body, engulfed my being, became my only focus and became my existence. Our bodies became one flesh. I didn't move. I dared not. I didn't want our oneness to end. 

"I love you my Leah. I love being inside of you."

"I want you to make love to me Chris. I want you to cum inside of me, please, now.

I moved my hips feeling the velvety ridges of her pussy sliding along my shaft. We moved slowly and in perfect unison. As my excitement increased I held my lover more tightly, crushing her breasts against my chest. As the speed of our thrusts increased, Leah spread her legs wider and wider. My cock, hard and long, was permitted to penetrate my lover to the end of her depths. With one last thrust I came deeply inside her body. She held me as my contractions ejaculated my seed into her welcoming receptacle with spasms of pleasure so intense they were almost painful. Exquisitely gratifying and enjoyable pain. 

I collapsed into my lover's embrace.

We were content.



Burned Ch. 06



Sorry. Chapter 06 has been my nemesis. Rejected once because of formatting issues. Now I find that somehow, part of the story was deleted with the re-formatting and I didn't notice. A few lines of the bath scene were missing. Hopefully it is fixed now.

I appreciate all the email support; it is gratifying to know I have fans looking forward to more installment and new stories. I will think about complying..

Burned: 06 Content?

We cuddled. We necked. We fondled. We licked. We sucked. Content? For about ten minutes, probably less for Leah. She was kissing my cock within five minutes. She was sampling our commingled fluids by licking my soft shaft within six minutes. Within seven minutes she was sucking the head of my cock gently into her mouth and I felt the tip of her tongue probing my urethral opening. My penis slowly extended across her tongue and was rewarded with a rippling friction as Leah allowed my growing cock to fill her welcoming mouth.

I was hard within ten minutes, fully hard and having to concentrate on resisting an almost overwhelming desire to start thrusting and humping her mouth. "Take it easy," I thought to myself. "Don't make her gag. Be gentle. Go slow."

I watched her mouth slowly work its way up and down my shaft. I enjoyed the view of my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth, as her lips stretched to accommodate the plump head of my cock and its thick shaft. The tip of her pink tongue would slip in and out of view as it darted and swirled tantalizingly around my sensitized glans.

My fingers ran through the silky smoothness of her hair as my hands glided over her scalp and came to rest on the back of her head. I held her lovingly and watched. God it felt good. It looked good. Just watching her suck my cock, seeing and feeling her breasts sway and brush against my skin, enjoying the curve and movement of her ass as she moved and undulated to give pleasure with her mouth. I reached and took a breast in my hand and gently caressed her plump nipple as she sighed against my penis, her breath warm and moist against my balls.

I pulled her to me, lips touched, lips parted and we kissed. My tongue slipped between her soft lips, into her mouth and I tasted the tear-like flavor of pre-cum on her tongue, the musky flavor of vaginal fluids and sperm she had just licked from my cock. Pushing her back on the bed, I gently cupped her breasts and kissed each one lovingly, sucked each nipple and lightly licked the firm hardening flesh.

My chest pressed against her moist vulva as I lay between her spread legs, her knees bent up, her feet resting on the bed beside my hips. As I kissed her breasts, her hips pressed against my body, a gentle rhythm building. My lips and tongue traced a wet trail to her navel, encountered her trimmed bush and found the warm moist cleft of her sex. I rested my cheek against her thigh, her softness a pillow to my head. I gazed at her sex, the plumpness of her labia surrounding the small inner lips peeking out, an invitation and guide to the pleasures within.

I inhaled deeply as I brushed her labial lips with a light kiss. Each of my senses became intoxicated as I imbibed of her sexual brews. Skin and hair, soft and tantalizing to my touch; moans, sighs and spoken sweet nothings fuel to my imagination; the sights of her face, body, breasts and pussy were all I desired to see. The heat of my primal urges was stoked by the pungent odor permeating my nostrils as my tongue reached out to taste the awaiting nectar.

An explosion of flavor coursed to my brain and fueled my desire to probe even more deeply into the center of her sex with my invading tongue. Reaching deeply, I lapped and sucked at the mixed fluids that remained pooled in her vaginal vault. Unfamiliar flavors surrounded and stimulated my taste buds, a tanginess that must be Leah's essence and a separate pungency that was my own cum, the ejaculate I had so recently emptied into her body.

"Ummmmm, ummmmm, yes, your tongue there, yes, please, yes, oh yes, yes..." Leah exclaimed as I withdrew from her tight hole and placed the broad flatness of my tongue against her clit. "Oh, oh, yes, there, my god Chris there, oh, oh, god...," her sighs and moans were rapidly building.

I gently stimulated her clit with small circles, centered on my tongue and kept the pressure constant as her sighs pleaded for more of the same. I gave her what she desired. Her hands held my head, holding me firmly in place, her grip indicating the perfection of the stimulation. Her moans intensified, her hips pushing tightly against my mouth, her hands pulled my face more tightly against her sopping crotch. I matched the force and speed of the movement of my tongue with the thrusts of her hips and pressure of her hands. 

"I'm uhnnnnnnnnnnnnn, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...," emanated from her lips, between her panting breath as I felt the muscles of her pussy and her anus as they contracted against my face and chin. I continued to stimulate the millions of nerves compressed into the small delicate pearl of her sex. She came.

"uhnnnnnnnn, Chris, stop, oh Chris, my god, I can't take anymore, oh Chris.....,"

I licked and thrust my tongue deep inside her once more to taste and savor the essence of my lover's pussy.

She pulled me up, guided me to her bosom, held me tight, kissed me and tasted herself on my lips and tongue. As she pulled me close, my erect cock pressed against her wet vulva, split her labia and slid easily into the inviting warmth of her vaginal canal. Leah's hands went to my ass and pulled me deeply once more into her welcoming body. 

"Chris, I love you, I want and need you inside of me," she breathed.

"Leah, Leah, Leah. I love being inside of you. God you feel good. I love you Leah."

I thrust my cock into the rich velvety texture that surrounded my cock, luxuriating in the exquisite pleasure of being inside my lover's body. 

I wanted the sensation to last forever. I didn't want to reach the climax. I didn't want the building pleasure to end. It grew. It expanded. It took me. It exploded and my orgasm released my love. With each contraction, with each ejaculation, I held Leah more tightly, more lovingly. We were one.

**** 

Our post-coital slumber was deep and restful. I awakened with Leah in my arms. I opened my eyes and was greeted with Leah smiling a smile of pure contentment and happiness. My arms held Leah, still naked against my skin. I took her breast in my hand and nuzzled her neck as we lay there content in the early morning light. My cock was hard and straight, a 'piss-rod', I had to pee, but I didn't want to let go of Leah.

"My, what is this?" asked Leah as she took my hard penis in her hand.

"Um, well, uh, it um, when a guy, uh...," I stammered.

Her hand guided my almost painfully erect dick between her legs. I felt the head of my cock press against her labia slipping between the still very wet folds. She pressed me against her opening, smiling as she felt herself engulf the head of my stiff prick. I groaned as my shaft slid once more into body. Her warmth enveloped my cock as I slid easily inside her channel of love. My balls pressed against the moist warmth of her crotch as she extended her hips to fully receive me inside her enveloping grip. I rolled her onto her back and drove my cock into her. Her legs pulled up and open around my hips as I drove my hardness into her hot slit. 

"I love you Leah. Your pussy feels good. Your body feels good. You are so beautiful."

I continued to drive my cock into her. Leah's legs drifted to the bed as I felt her pelvis tilt into mine as I continued to thrust my rigid cock inside her welcoming vagina. She pushed against my shoulders and I rolled onto my back holding her closely as we rolled. She straddled my hips, my cock still deep inside her dripping canal. She supported her body over mine, her hands on the bed beside my shoulders, her breasts hanging just over my face, the lovely nipples firm and hard. Leah ground her wetness into my pelvis repeatedly impaling herself on my hard shaft. The speed of the gyrations slowly accelerated. Her loving gaze began to glaze as the speed and intensity of her motion against the base of my cock increased.

The lids of her eyes were half closed as her head tilted back, her jaw sagged and primitive, deep guttural moans of pure pleasure emanated from a place deep inside her chest, "Uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, uhnnnnnnn, uhnn, uhn, uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

Leah's pussy contracted against my cock. Tight waves of contractions gripped my shaft as her moans built and her hips now violently bucked on my rock hard cock. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked at her tit, her moans of pleasure erotic music to my ears.

I took her pumping ass in my hands and rolled our joined bodies so I had the superior position once more. I now violently fucked her still twitching gash as she panted from the exertion and ending contractions of her climax.

"Fuck me Chris. Your cock feels so good, so hard, so right."

I fucked Leah's pussy, wet, hot, tight and wide open for my pleasure. I watched my dick as it slid free of her dark hole with a slow withdrawing motion and saw it disappear once more between her slick wet labia as I thrust and returned to her soft welcoming depths. Her breasts rippled back and forth across her chest as I rammed repeatedly into her gapping vagina. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," was torn from my throat as my orgasm took me. Each thrust paused and held deep as the contractions took me; then thrust and hold again as the next contraction spewed another sperm laden load of cum into Leah's stretched vaginal vault; then thrust once more.

I collapsed on Leah's chest, spent and exhausted from the effort. My cock still inside her body; I didn't want to lose the enveloping perfection of her pussy's soft grip; I wanted to maintain this consummate sensation forever.

"I love you Leah," I breathed into her ear as her arms gently held me in their embrace.

"I love you," she breathed back.

I felt Leah drift into slumber once more. My penis softened. My penis defied my desire and slowly slipped from Leah's soft vaginal embrace. I reluctantly disengaged from Leah's encircling arms.

"Where are you going?" Leah asked as she barely stirred.

"I have to pee."

A hint of a smile crossed her lips as she allowed me to slip free of her loving grip.

"And I thought you were turned on by my dazzling body and charms," she whispered as I left.

"Oh but I am," I assured her as I reluctantly left her side.

I padded to the bathroom content and pleased that we have consummated our love. Bad luck, destiny, now good luck and fate have placed us lovingly in each other's embrace. How fortunate our parents elected to have Leah stay here, with me, my house, my basement, and now in my room. Our parents innocently oblivious to what has transpired and the resultant true nature of our relationship. Allowed to live in an area unobserved and unmonitored because we are cousins. No inkling of the love that has grown and blossomed. No inkling of the physical love we have now shared.

A tap on the door, still naked, I opened it to see Leah, also still naked. I love her all the more because she is free and unashamed in my presence. Her body warm and welcome as I take her in my arms and pull her into my loving embrace.

"Let's take a hot bath together," she suggested as she sat on the toilet behind the partition to relieve herself. The tinkle of her urine against the water as she pee'd surprised me, excited me and pleased me. I turned on the bath water and wondered why I am excited by the sound of Leah's natural need to urinate. I realized, the pleasure is in the knowledge that she is unafraid to be herself in my presence. 

I stepped into the sudsy water and sat in the comforting warmth. She followed and joined me to relax, fondle and grope. We couldn't keep our hands off each other as we explored, touched and caressed anew. We silently washed each other leaving no nook, crack, cranny or crevice unexplored.

Leah reclined and settled between my legs, leaned against my chest and I held her in my arms. I fondled her slippery breasts as they floated just below the water's surface. My hands glided down her abdomen and caressed her plump labial lips nestled between her lithe thighs. I penetrated her opening with my curious fingers and enjoyed the rippled and softly ribbed surface of her vaginal walls.

My penis grew hard once more as she tenderly caressed my cock and balls. She turned and knelt before me and offered her services by guiding my hard shaft to her ready opening. I disappeared into the dark gash that swallowed me and gripped tightly as I pumped in and out of her dark tunnel. I held onto her breasts as I rode her, my cock slipping, sliding and fucking her tight pussy. I slowly rode the wave building in the root of my being. My focus riveted on my cock as I watched it push open and slip between her labia; I watched it disappear into and fuck her tight pussy. 

Her small rosebud, round and perfect, was exposed above my pumping shaft. I brushed the delicate dimple of her lightly creased anus with the pad of my thumb. It twitched in response and a sudden moan escaped Leah's lips at new sensation. She pushed her ass more tightly against me and the touch of my thumb. I pressed more firmly at the dark dimple. Leah's hand reaches, grasps, holds my hand tight and pressed my thumb more firmly against her rosebud.

I dipped my index finger between the folds of her labia and it was bathed in the abundant moisture carried on my cock from the warm depths of her pussy. I rubbed the slippery moisture onto her anus, pressed more firmly as she moans aloud. The fingertip slowly opened her anal ring, the muscle relaxed and allowed the invading digit to enter her rectum.

The contractions of her anus and pussy intensified against my thrusting cock. Waves of gripping contractions rippling against my probing dick and finger as I watch the invading extensions of my body slide and disappear through the stretched holes raised before me. Leah's hands reached back, her fingers encircled the invading extensions, followed them to the the stretched orifices of her vagina and anus, touching herself and felt my body slide inside of her body. 

"Uhn, uhnnnnnn, uhnnnnnnnn, fuuuuuuuck, Leahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh," was torn from my throat as my cock spasmed, contracted and spewed my cum into her body. Her hands let go of my pumping cock and finger, pulled at her ass cheeks, pulled them widely apart as I slammed into her stretched cunt. With each thrust more a new stream of spunk spewed into her shaft. As my dick pulled out with each pump of my hips, the thick white seed of my balls leaked and oozed from her pussy. My orgasm complete, my balls once more emptied, my cock still hard and residing in her gash, Leah continues to rotate her hips against my cock and hand. She wants more. 

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I wash her private area clean of my dripping white gift. Rubbing her clit gently with the palm of my hand until her gaze was once more glazed, her hips lifted to meet my administrations. I bent and lifted her hips clear of the water. And applied my tongue greedily to her clit. To give more pleasure, I gently pressed my thumb against and through her receptive anus. I gently fucked her rectum with my hand as my tongue and lips continued to lick and suck her firm little clit. Her moans built, her hands held my head tight and her ass wiggled willingly against the inserted appendage of my hand. As her orgasm took her once more, I thrust my tongue into the contracting slit of her pussy; fucked her hole as I tasted the moisture of her sex. I relished the sensation and force of her orgasmic contractions as wave after wave passed through her cunt around my tongue and her anus sucked forcefully at my thumb. The sound of guttural moans torn from a primal place deep inside her chest was once more music to my ears. Leah's body shuddered as the last of her contractions faded. She slumped away from my hands and face into the water, panting, smiling, laughing and giggling with pleasure and delight as she collapsed into the water. 

Both satiated by the result of our love, our desire and yes our lust, we embraced and relaxed together in the warmth of the bath.

"We better get up, get dressed and get up stairs before my mom wonders why we have slept so long and comes down here. Plus, I need nourishment to keep this pace up." 

"OK," Leah reluctantly agreed. "I'll get dressed and meet you upstairs. Not because I want to leave you, but because I want to keep this up," she smiled as she caressed my limp cock. "I'll feed you whatever is required to keep up the pace."

We helped dry each other off, walked naked to our rooms, kissed and then parted ways to get dressed. 



Burned Ch. 07



I lingered in the hallway, admiring Leah's smooth bottom, the sway of her hips, the gentle ripple of muscles under flawless skin. She tilted her head, smiled and blew me a kiss as she disappeared through the doorway into her room. 

As I turned, something tugged at my subconscious. Not really a movement, not a sound, more a feeling of, well, not being alone. I looked at the stairs; empty. Silence. Yes, silence. Too silent. No sound of activity or movement was coming from the main floor. I remembered hearing my mother stirring, moving through the house, fixing coffee, normal sounds that disappear into the background.

Oh oh. I walked into my room, pushed the door almost closed, but stood and listened intently, apprehension building in my gut. Did I imagine movement on the stairs? Had my mother come down while we were in the bath? Had she heard us? Had she seen us naked in the hallway? What if she had? What would she do? Man oh man, were we in trouble?

Movement, sound, activity suddenly resumed in the kitchen. Oh oh. I dressed hurriedly and went upstairs, alone, not waiting for Leah. There was Mom efficiently moving about the kitchen making breakfast. 

"Good morning Chris, sleep well?" asked Mom with a warm smile. No hint of stress in her voice or on her face discernible. She poured and handed me a mug of coffee.

"Morning" I replied, not at all stress free. "Thanks. What's for breakfast? " I blurted as I took the coffee from her outstretched hand.

"Brunch you mean, it's almost noon. I almost gave up on you two. Pancakes, fresh strawberries and cantaloupe. How does that sound?"

"Perfect" I replied too loudly, still thrown off by the growing surge of apprehension.

Mom smiled a smile that seemed to have just a hint of a smirk as she turned back to the sink. Or was that just my imagination? If she heard us, if she saw us, if she knew, why was she keeping quiet? Why wasn't she upset, crying, mad, yelling.

Leah popped through the door, grabbed my mom from behind giving her a big hug. "Morning Aunt Jean" Leah chirped. "What a glorious day."

"Why good morning Leah. Aren't we in a good mood?" 

A smile was playing across my mother's face and there it was again. The smirk. That knowing facial expression my dad teased her about when she thought she had figured out someone's secrets.

The smirk turned into a smile as she turned in Leah's arms and returned the hug. The hug seemed to linger, she seemed to pull Leah into her body, her hips melding to Leah's hips. "You kids sit down and eat" she instructed as she slowly released Leah from what seemed to be an intimate embrace. "I will let you clean up. I have some errands to run. I'll see you this evening. We'll grill burgers tonight. See you latter. Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do." As she said this she turned toward me with a half smile and, did I imagine it, a look of longing. She did a quick intake of breath, turned and walked out of the kitchen. We heard her scrabble around a bit, keys jangled, the porch door opened, the car door banged, the starter grind, and the motor purr as she drove away.

Whew, my breath, that I had been holding for almost two minutes, exploded out of my chest. Leah, startled, looked quizzically at me with her dark eyebrows raised over her beautiful brown eyes. "What?"

"Mom."

"What about her."

"Um. Ah."

"Um, ah, what?" Leah now getting a little exasperated.

"Didn't that all seem a bit, well, a bit strange?"

"What do you mean?" Leah asked, a frown beginning to lightly furrow her brow.

"I, um, think Mom might have been downstairs earlier."

"What makes you think that?"

"Hard to explain. Just little things that have happened or not happened. More than just a feeling, but..."

"But she acted so normally. She didn't say anything" Leah offered.

"Yeah, but, she did somethings, her smile, her smirk. What about the embrace you two had?"

"Embrace?"

"Yeah, you didn't think that hug was a bit more than a hug?"

A look of concern spread across Leah's face as she replied, "I wondered if that was my imagination. She pulled me into her, our breasts really pressed together and our hips, her pelvis pressed against mine, just briefly, but still...", the sentence left unfinished.

"Yeah, looked really," I paused, "intimate"

"What did you mean by her smirk."

"You just have to know her better. Especially when my dad is around. Kind of a subconscious thing she doesn't even believe she does. She really hates it when Dad points out she is smirking. Dad does tease her about it.

She was smirking in spades this morning. I saw three smirks in less than ten minutes. I think she knows, or at least suspects big time. She just hasn't said anything for some reason. She must have come downstairs while we were in the bath and heard us. She may even have been on the landing and seen us walking naked to our rooms."

"Oh my, what are we going to do?" asked Leah.

"I'm not sure. Act like nothing happened, like Mom is acting. Maybe it's just my..., just our imaginations."

"God, I hope so" Leah whispered with little conviction.

We cleaned up the kitchen after picking at our breakfast. Our appetites suppressed by worry. We agreed we needed to be very careful with our intimate activities; we needed to cool it for awhile.

"Lets go for a swim" suggested Leah. "I have to do something to get my mind off this."

"Ok" I replied without much enthusiasm, thinking that this probably wasn't a good idea. But, I was all out of good ideas.

We trudged out to the pool after changing into our suits. I tried not to look at Leah, her body brown, a hint of tan line peaking around the edges of her bikini. God, she is so fucking sexy. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Long legs, lithely muscled, tight ass and breasts, umm. Her nipples pressed against the small triangles of fabric as she reached up to tighten the elastic band on her pony tail. I admired the the slow movement of her breasts arching across her chest in concert with the motion of her raised arms. My cock began to stir as I enjoyed how good Leah made her bikini look. 

I turned and dove into the pool. Gotta cool off. Gotta calm down. This wasn't going to be easy. Leah smiled at me as she sashayed to a lounge chair, spread her towel and laid down on her stomach, reached back and loosened the string to her bikini top. She had mentioned that she wanted to get rid of her tan lines.

God, her back, firm muscles, those cute little dimples above her ass, just above the bikini bottom, so much to enjoy. My cock was now very uncomfortable in my wet trunks. Growing, but caught in that damn mesh they put in swim suits. I reached down and adjusted myself.

I got out of the pool and laid down on my stomach next to Leah, "Umm" purred Leah. "I love your body." 

"Cool it, remember?"

"You're the one looking hot. I saw the bulge."

I ignored her. I ignored her right up until she put her hand on my thigh, sliding her palm up under my loose damp suit, right up to the base of my ass.

"Leah, Jesus. Come on." I whispered.

I startled awake. Good thing we had SPF billion on otherwise I would have been a crispy critter despite my already dark tan. I rolled over and there was Leah, snoozing away on her stomach. And just beyond Leah was my mom, stretched out on her back, her right arm draped casually across her eyes. 

My eyes bugged out. She had a bikini on, a great looking black bikini, except the top was lying on the pool deck beside her, not on her chest where it belonged. As kids, we all ran around the house naked, in and out of the master suite, so I had seen her naked many times. Only not in recent years. Seeing her like this was a bit of a shock to say the least.

My face was burning, and not from the sun. I quickly looked away, but my eyes were drawn back. Her medium sized breasts were somewhat flattened on her chest, pulled by gravity toward her axilla, the nipples soft, about the size of an #2 pencil eraser, were surrounded by darkly tanned silver dollar sized areola. She had no tan lines! Her tummy was flat, brown from a summer by the pool, just a little lower abdominal softness. Female softness. Looked good. Her right knee was pulled slightly up, pelvis tilted toward me, the fabric of her bikini bottom pulled tightly across her crotch, the pussy lips clearly outlined. I couldn't stop staring. What an erotic picture. But this was my mom I was ogling. My cock was now very hard.

Jesus, what is she doing?

Just then, Leah rolled over, sleepily glanced at me, suppressed a yawn, as she rested her right arm over her eyes to shield them from the bright overhead sun. "What you gawking at my love?" she murmured and seemed to drift right back off to sleep, forgetting about her uncovered white breasts gleaming in the sun.

I didn't make a sound as my mom's arm was no longer over her eyes. Her eyes held mine. She sat up on the lounge chair, swung her legs toward Leah. Her breasts slowly shifted, filled out, the nipples riding proudly on full, still youthfully shaped mounds. Both breasts settled beautifully on her chest, blond hair across her shoulders accentuating the darkness of her tan. She knelt beside Leah. Silence. 

Mom picked up the sunscreen, squeezed a generous dollop into her palm, rubbed her hands slowly together, then began to gently apply the warmed lotion to Leah's white breasts. Leah started but then sighed and calmed, not opening her eyes due to the bright overhead sun. "Um, thanks Chris. Until I have a better tan, I do need to keep a layer of sunscreen on my boobs."

Mom's lips moved into a hint of a smile. I watched her eyes move from Leah's breasts, to my crotch, to my eyes; the smile now exhibited a hint of smirk. My erect cock was poking straight out, straining against the fabric of my trunks. Her gaze shifted briefly to my eyes then back to my crotch. My cock twitched involuntarily. Mom's even breathing caught, a soft quick intake of breath. Her gaze shifted, Leah's arm was still draped across her eyes, shifted again taking in Leah's breasts, nipples fully erect and firm from the application of sunscreen. Mom's fingers gently finished by lightly circling Leah's dark areola, dimpling the tender tissue encircling the proudly erect nipples.

"Great message Chris. Best one ever" Leah murmured sleepily as she felt Mom's hands withdraw as she stood up, and moved back to her chair. She quietly settled on her back, tilted toward me, her right leg pulled up and to the side as before. However, her left leg was bent at the knee and hip, drawn up on the lounge chair, her crotch fully exposed. Her eyes slowly shifted from my eyes to my crotch, openly staring at the bulge created my cock.

The hot sun had dried the front of my trunks and a quarter sized wet spot surrounded the tip of my straining erection. Precum. A clear dollop of the viscous liquid had oozed through the saturated fabric and glistened wetly in the sunlight.

Mom was focused on the glistening droplet of precum forcing its way through the dark fabric. Her lips slowly parted, her tongue emerged, wet her lips. She looked at me, her right hand slowly moved to and cupped her right breast. Her index finger gently caressed her nipple, initially soft and pliable. I watched as her areola tightened and the nipple swelled and stood erect. She repeated the process with her left breast. Both areola tight, the hard nipples casting twin shadows across her tanned skin.

My cock's muscle contracted involuntarily; it twitched uncomfortably in the netting of my suit. Mom made another sharp intake of breath. Her hand moved slowly from her left breast, finger tips trailed lightly across her abdomen, between her legs and stopped when it reached the depression formed by her hidden labia. She pressed her finger gently into the fold, another quiet sigh emanated from her parted lips. 

A dark circle had formed at the bottom of the groove between her legs. God. She was as wet or wetter than I was. Her finger circled deeply into the groove, her hips moving slowly against her hand. She was, is masturbating, right here in front of me. I looked up to her eyes. She looked at my crotch, then her crotch and back at mine, then looked me in the eye and nodded in the direction of my crotch.

I looked back at her crotch while I reached down and grabbed my aching cock through the fabric of my suit. I looked back at Mom's face. Her eyes focused on mine as she smiled coyly and again nodded toward my crotch, toward my swollen cock. I hope I was reading her silent signals correctly.

Watching mom's face, my fingers slipped under the loose fabric of my suit, catching the under netting, I shifted the fabric, my cock and balls sprang free, the sun hot on my flesh. The pink tip of her tongue reemerged between her slightly parted lips, moistening them once again, as she gazed at my exposed member.

Mom's eyes traced up my stomach, across my chest to my eyes. A glowing smile of approval on her face. I followed the shift of her gaze to her own crotch. Her right hand pulled aside the black fabric of her bikini, her pussy lips naked, sunlight glinting off her blond, trimmed pubic hair. Her clitoris stood free of its hood, a glistening sentinel emerging from and standing guard at the apex of her sex.

Her middle finger slipped between the labia, pressed deeply into her pussy, withdrew moist and slippery, and resumed messaging her clit. I slowly stroked my shaft in time with Mom's masturbatory movements. Moisture dripped from her vagina as my precum oozed from my meatal opening, stretched slowly, lengthening, and finally, the long thinning ropes would separate and drip onto the deck, creating dark wet circles.

I glanced at Mom's face as I stroked my shaft, the glans emerging from my foreskin with each beat. Her breathing caught each time my glans appeared. She seemed transfixed as the foreskin would reveal then cover the blue head. 

Mom's finger urgently manipulated her growing excitement. Supple hips rhythmically lifted against each sensuous stroke. My hips pumped into my fist in time with her movements. Her orgasm suddenly took her. She tried but failed to suppress a groan, the grimace on her face indicating the fierce effort she exerted to suppress the urge to cry out loudly. Hips raised firmly against her hand as waves of contractions took her.

Leah stirred, then settled, breathing regular, thankfully still asleep.

I orgasmed as I watched Mom's pussy twitch with her orgasm. Spurts of white cum jetted from the tip of my cock with each intense contraction of pleasure.

"Oh, oh, mmm..." sighed from Mom's lips, eyes fixed on my cock, intently watching it contract and spurt; her finger dipped deeply into her pussy, splitting and spreading the glistening lips, her legs held widely apart, moisture dribbling out of her vagina, leaking toward her dark anus. My god, how fucking erotic. This is my mom. She is so fucking hot. Fucking? Yes, fucking. Who wouldn't want to fuck this beautiful, sexy woman.

Her body shuddered as she took a deep breath and pulled the fabric of her suit bottoms across her wet sex, hiding it from my view. She laid back on the lounge chair, and without a word, glance or sound, closed her eyes and seemed to drift off to sleep.

Dazed, sitting with my softening cock still in my hand, my gaze drifted down to my torso. Translucent droplets and puddles of warm cum spotted my chest and stomach. Riverlets of cum had left wet streaks down my rib cage and sides. Jesus, I had pumped a lot of sperm with my orgasm. Just after I tucked my cock back into my suit and had cleaned myself up, Leah sighed, took her arm from her eyes and asked, "Ready for another swim? I'm hot."

"Yes you are," I agreed with a smile, "let's jump in."

As Leah stood, she noticed my mother lying next to her, still snoozing quietly. Leah looked back at me with a quizzical look on her face. She raised her eyebrows but hesitated, as I silently mouthed, "later."

Leah stared at my mom, taking in her whole body, first eying her naked breasts, then lingered on the very noticeable wet spot over her crotch.

She turned back to me and silently mouthed "What the fuck?"

I just smiled a big dumb shit smile and then dove into the pool. When I surfaced, I looked back at Leah who was standing holding her suit top, a simple shrug of her shoulders asking if she should put it on. I emphatically shook my head no. 

Leah dropped the top and dove in to join me. She grabbed me to stabilize herself and whispered, "What is going on? Your mom doesn't have a top on. She looks great by the way."

"Yeah, no shit. You won't believe what happened while you were napping, well, while you weren't napping too."

"What does that mean?"

"You know how I put sunscreen on your breasts before you drifted off?"

"Yes, thank you. That was very thoughtful and nice, and felt so good too"

I grinned as I said, "That was Jean" deciding to use a more neutral approach to informing Leah about Mom touching her.

Leah's mouth dropped open. "Really?"

"Really."

"Wow. So what else happened?"

"Mom took her top off and laid down and kind of masturbated in front of me."

Leah's mouth dropped open yet again.

"She spread her legs, pulled her bikini back, let me watch her masturbate her clit and fondle her pussy."

Leah gasped quietly into my ear, "What did you do?"

"Mom looked at my crotch, saw my boner, kinda indicated she wanted me to pull my cock out. I pulled it out and we masturbated together and came together. I just finished cleaning up when you woke up. She has been napping for only a few minutes."

"Christ."

"You guys hungry?" Mom interjected into our whispered conversation. Without waiting for a reply, ignoring her suit top, stood up and walked into the house. "I'll get going on some potato salad. Chris, there are a couple of pounds of chuck in the frig, you start getting the patties together. Leah, would you slice some tomatoes, onions and cheese please?" she tossed over her shoulder as she walked toward the house. She didn't wait for an answer; just disappeared into the house.