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The Falls

By: electric_requiem



The day was cold and rainy when you got the call from me. There would be a limo waiting for you after work. You were not to pack anything, all is taken care of. Just get in the limo and let it take you to your destination. You trusted me and I could hear the excitement in your voice just before I hung up.

It was still raining when the limo arrived. It’s not what you expected. A black Durango R/T. Inside it had been converted to a very comfortable ride, with a TV, DVD, pillows and blankets, and even a small refrigerator. Your driver informed you of the destination… Niagara Falls.

Some hours later you finally see the falls. Your excitement builds as you cross the bridge into Canada. The driver turns and you begin to ascend a hill. At the top of the hill is a very modern house. The SUV stops and the driver opens the door. You step out onto an ornate marble sidewalk. It is very quiet and you can hear the sound of a storm in the distance. You begin walking along the path, the only sound is the clicking of your heels against the sidewalk. Soon, you come to a 12 foot waterfall, emptying into a koi pond. You stop and admire the fish for a few minutes, resting after your long drive. 

From the pond you see a large chrome and glass door. You walk over and try it and the door swings silently open. As you step into the foyer you hear the rumbling of taiko drums from another room in the house. You follow the sound and enter a large living room with a leather sofa, glass tables and many hi tech goodies. You grin because you know what a techie I am. Through the sliding glass doors you see the deck with an amazing view of the falls.

As you stand out on the deck admiring the falls, you look to the west and see a storm coming. Large purplish-black clouds with lightning lighting them up. A slight breeze kicks up, but it’s not cold yet. 

I watch you for a few moments from the doorway. You are beautiful, red hair down just past your shoulders, a nice full butt stretching the tight black dress you are wearing. Black high heeled shoes that shape your calves into the beautiful diamond shape I love so much. I walk over to you and approach you from behind. My hands encircle your waist and you lean back into me. I kiss your neck and hear the murmur of appreciation. You try to turn, but I don’t let you. I continue to kiss your neck and shoulders. My hands begin to lightly stroke your hips and stomach. You moan softly. My touch has always excited you.

As I kiss and touch you, I feel you pushing back against me. I know you can feel the hardness in my pants, but you don’t react. This will prolong our mutual seduction. Slowly I begin to caress your breasts, they are large and heavy, the way I remembered them. I can feel your nipples begin to harden under my touch. You moan softly as I continue to pinch and squeeze them. Finally, I allow you to turn and face me.

We look into each others eyes and smile. No words, only kisses are exchanged. Our mouths meet and tongues begin to intertwine. I can taste your gum on your breath… mint. I feel your hands slide down my back and grab my butt and pull me in to you. You have become more aggressive over the years and I like it. You begin to unbutton my shirt and kiss my chest… slowly working your way down.

You kneel in front of me and unzip my pants and pull my cock out into the cool air. I feel you squeeze it and your tongue on the tip. This is the first time we have done this and I look forward to it in anticipation. You lick up and down the shaft and massage my balls. Finally, you open your mouth wide and take my cock into it. It feels so good, warm and wet. I push forward, putting even more in your mouth and you moan. You take it all and look at me with your beautiful green eyes as my cock fills your mouth.

After a short time I stand you up and turn you around again and unzip your dress, letting it fall to the deck. As you turn around, I admire your beautiful breasts. Large, pink nipples… so hard, begging to be sucked. My eyes travel down your stomach and to the black, hi-cut panties you are wearing. I slip a hand down your stomach, between your legs and feel the heat and wetness there… I feel your anticipation. You slide the panties down for me and show me your pussy. I can see how wet you are. You take a finger and slide it up and down your slit and then offer it to me for a taste… delicious.

I walk you over to a couch sitting by the door under an awning. It begins to rain as we continue. I lean you back on the couch and spread your legs. Your pussy is so wet, it glistens in the dull light cast by the lamps around us and the lightning. I lean down and begin to lick the soft folds between your legs. You moan and squirm and grind into my face. Getting your juices all over my face… I love your taste. I look up and watch you playing with your breasts, moaning, pinching your nipples… eyes closed, your face in ecstasy. You begin to buck and moan loudly as you have your first orgasm. You drench my face and then lie back, exhausted… but only for the moment.

You climb off the couch and pull me to my feet and help me undress. By this time my cock has hardened again and you begin to stroke it. You push me back on the couch and straddle me. You begin to rub the head of my cock against your pussy, getting it wet. You lean down and kiss me and then I feel my cock slide into you. You are so tight, I feel you gripping me and begin to slide up and down my hard dick.

You lean back and I slide in a little deeper. I feel your hips grinding into me. You lean forward and dangle your large breasts in my face, inviting me to suck them. I take a nipple into my mouth and feel it harden. You moan and begin to grind harder into me. You place your hands on my chest and slam your pussy onto my cock. It feels so good as the storm howls around us, but we are oblivious. You pound into me harder and harder. Finally, you let out a scream and come again. I feel your pussy flooding and it drives me over the edge. I come inside you in one thrust and you moan again as my orgasm triggers another one of yours. You collapse on top of me and we kiss.

The first of many this weekend.

The Falls



Master, known as Jason to His teammates, had ordered her to make her way to Niagara Falls, without her car. This caused her some consternation but not much. She finally decided to take a bus. There happened to be a tour bus going down on the day she needed it. She had also managed to get a room on the same floor as His.

He had managed to squeeze a little extra money from the guys for a hotel with room service. Had been like getting blood from stone but here they were. Nice hotel, nice room and there had been a note for Him from His little slut saying she was there. He grinned and got the team settled in their rooms. He had the best front line sharing His room. Once they had dropped their bags they hustled off for their first game. He banged on her door on the way by to hand her the key.

A couple of hours later Jason led a grumbling first line back to the room. He had got the defense to come with promises of a good time and some of His special brownies. Something they’d “never forget” He had said. He opened the door to find the room arranged the way He had specified. He grinned again. She was doing well today. 

The beds had been pushed right up against opposite walls to create a wide space in the middle. There was a half circle of chairs – obviously she had pulled a couple from her room - and the lamps were lit. The whole arrangement looked like musical chairs at an insane asylum had been arranged. The TV was sort of centered, so it could be watched until Jason was ready for her.

Since Master had made the guys all shower at the arena, in the multi shower in the change room, they were all clean and ready for her. They just didn’t know what they were ready for. He got out the brownies and offered them. The guys had found beers in bottle coolers, cold ones at that, by the chairs and they chugged them back happily. Each also took a brownie, (one of them took two). Soon all were happily buzzed.

Master stretched out on the bed and started talking. “You know what would be fun? A real bonding experience?” 

Paul, John, Pete, Brad and Danny all tore their eyes away from the TV to glance at Him briefly. Brad sniggered, “Cumming on bread and making the new guy eat it was not bonding enough for you?” The guys laughed and turned back to the TV.

Master said, “Well, yeah,” and laughed. He added, “But how about cumming on a chick instead?” All five turned to look at Him again. He continued to stare at the ceiling and play with His beer bottle.

Paul snorted in disbelief. The others simply wanted to know how He possibly thought that was possible. He smiled an infuriatingly cocky smile that made John want to bash Him. “Let’s say I brought one with Me. For the team. As a team thing. Not to be shared with others outside the team.” He glared at Brad. Brad stared at the TV, ignoring Him. He let them think about it for a bit.

Finally Danny spoke up, “Did you?”

“Did I what?”

Paul threw a pillow at Him, “Did you bring a CHICK!”

Jason laughed, “Hell yes! Want Me to get her?” At that all five guys drained their beers, leapt to their feet and then…stood there because they didn’t know what to do next. He told them all to sit down and that He’d be back in a sec.

He walked down the hall and knocked on her door. “Come on baby, we’re ready for you.”

She smiled, a little nervous, but she handed Him the silk scarves He had requested. He kissed her mouth, making her knees melt. While she was still smiling He turned her and bound her wrists behind her back. Then He blindfolded her. He opened the door and checked to be sure the hall was clear then guided her through it. He led her led her down the hallway and through the door to His room.

The guys, who had decided wile they were gone that Jason had been yanking their chain, stood there in disbelief when He led in a girl. And not just any girl. This one had her hands bound behind her back and a blindfold. Both were in red silk. And she was wearing a black stain robe that covered her from neck to ankle. 

“Well?” Jason demanded an answer once He had her stopped within the circle of chairs. Suddenly the furniture arrangement became clear to the guys.

Paul, John, Pete, Brad and Danny stood open mouthed and Jason could almost see the thoughts running at the speed of a runaway train through their heads. She was smiling serenely at them, despite not being able to see them.

Catie was a little high, having had a brownie earlier. The satin rubbed against her skin in the most delicious way and her nipples hardened. She was thinking. Thinking about all the things these guys would want to do to her. Her pussy grew damp and she could almost hear the blood rush from their brains to their cocks. Her smile broadened. 

Danny was the first to speak up, “Who is she? Why would she do this?”

“Nothing that is said or done here leaves this room, isn’t that right boys? If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then leave now.” Jason looked at each of them. No one moved a muscle. “Alright then. This is catie. She’s My slave. I own her. She is here because I told her to be. Also because it’s a fantasy of hers. Isn’t that right baby? Tell the boys you are perfectly willing.” 

Catie smiled, licked her lips and shimmied a little. Her robe slipped open a bit to reveal creamy, smooth skin. “Yes Master, as You wish.” She adjusted her position a little bit, so she was facing, she hoped, the boys a little more squarely. She licked her lips again and they all stared. A wide mouth with full sexy lips, perfect teeth and pink little tongue. They began wondering what she could do with it. “Hello boys. I’m catie and I am, for certain people, a slut. I love sex. I love cocks. It has always been a fantasy to be a toy for several men at once. My Master has graciously given me the opportunity this weekend. I hope I am worth it.” She smiled again.

“Alright, now you’ve heard it from her. Any questions? Or shall we just get down to it?”

Brad spoke up. “One question.” The guys groaned. Who’s first?”

Danny didn’t say anything, he just took a step forward and opened her robe. He pushed I off her shoulders and it go caught on the scarf binding her wrists. He stepped back and they all checked her out. She was curvy, voluptuous. Her breasts were large and tipped with dark pink nipples. They were hard and begging to be sucked. She had long, firm legs and at their juncture was the prize they all wanted. Shaved, pink and already damp it made their mouths water. They looked at Jason. He nodded and they moved forward. Danny and Pete each wrapped a mouth around her nipples, Brad kissed her and John and Paul moved behind her. Jason stripped then stretched out on the bed to watch. Paul untied the scarf on her wrists and tossed the robe to one of the chairs. John knelt and spread her legs a little, stroking up one and down the other. Paul touched her blindfold but decided to leave it on. By this point catie was moaning loudly and brad was moving his mouth over her neck. 

John’s fingers stroked her slit and he groaned. “My God, she’s so hot and so wet! I have to taste her.” He got up, pushed the guys off her and sat her in a chair. He pulled her hips forward and spread her knees wide. He slipped his fingers into her hole and spread her juices on her nipples, then her lips. She licked her lips and moaned again. Danny and Pete took her nipples back, sucking greedily and moaning at the taste of her cunt. Paul kissed her, licking the taste of her off her lips. She reached out a hand and quickly found a cock filling it as Brad dropped his pants and slapped her palm with it. She explored him with a light touch, driving him mad. Her fingertips danced over the head, down his shaft and cupped his balls briefly. 

Jason grinned as Brad groaned. He knew what her hand jobs were like. He watched as she tightened her grip around the shaft and slowly slid up as her palm skimmed the head. She used the pre-cum to lube the job.

“Holy fuck,” Brad said, “she makes it feel better than I do!” She wrapped her fingers around him and he slowly fucked her hand. 

Paul moved his mouth over her face and neck, moving further down and pushing Danny out of the way. He took one hard wet nipple in his mouth and bit down gently. He bit harder when she moaned. She arched her back, trying to get him to take more in. Danny stripped and put his cock in her other hand, moaning when she proved Brad right.

John spread her cunt open with is fingers and looked at her. Her small clit peeked at him, hard and ready, from beneath the hood. Her juices were flowing and she looked so ready to be licked he simply leaned forward and did so. One long swipe from bottom to top had her gasp in surprise. He swirled his tongue around her clit, pushing on it, and she cried out, thrusting her hips towards him. From there he just tasted her, teasing her clit, fucking her hole. He moved his tongue to her ass as Pete stood and moved behind her. 

He bent her head over the back of the chair, turned her face to the side and rubbed his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth easily and flicked her tongue over the head. He groaned and slid his cock in deep. She sucked him, moving her tongue over the underside of his cock, stroking, teasing and tasting. He rocked his hips. Fucking her face slowly. He was delighted with the way she flicked her tongue over the head whenever he pulled back.

Brad was getting close to cumming and he didn’t want to waste it. “God Pete, let me have her mouth for a minute!” Pete scowled but pulled out. Brad grabbed her hair, turned her head and shoved his cock in deep. Catie gagged a little but quickly adapted. She sucked him hard, her tongue moving over him constantly as he fucked her mouth fast and hard. Within a minute he was filling her mouth with hot cum. She swallowed as much as she could but some dribbled out the corner of her mouth and down her chin. He shuddered as she sucked him dry then licked him clean. Pete reclaimed her mouth as Brad stepped back.

He went and sat on the bed beside Jason, watching as her hips bucked against John’s mouth. “Fuck she’s hot. Look at that. She’s got one hand full, her mouth full, one tit occupied and her cunt being licked like mad. And she hasn’t cum yet, has she?”

Jason laughed, “No she hasn’t. I haven’t told her she could yet. This is killing her. But she’ll hold back until I say so.” Catie whimpered and Jason laughed again. “She wants to though. Think I’ll make her wait a bit longer.”

Brad looked at him with just a touch of awe. “You’re cruel. I never knew you had it in you.”

Jason looked fondly at Catie, “She brings out the best in me.” Brad just laughed.

It wasn’t long before Pete was cumming in her mouth too. Gobs of the hot sticky stuff poured down her throat and she swallowed happily. Pete soon collapsed beside Brad and Jason. “Holy shit.” Jason and Brad laughed.

Danny moved his cock from her hand to her mouth just as John stood up. Catie whimpered when his mouth left her and wrapped one of her legs around his.

“I don’t know about you two but I wanna fuck her,” he said.

Paul and Pete grabbed an arm each and practically lifted her from the chair. They moved her to the other bed and had her stand beside it. John lay down and they put her hands on him. She knew what was wanted but there was a favour she wanted to return first. She bent over and sucked him deep into her mouth and slid back and forth, treating him to her best for a couple of seconds. Then she climbed on the bed, straddling his hips. She grabbed the base of his cock and held him upright. Then she slipped her cunt over and around him.

John gasped at the heat of her. Then he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her. Se met him thrust for thrust. Pete climbed on the bed and grabbed her hair, she opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. Paul was left standing there, wondering. 

He turned to Jason, “Is her ass available?”

Jason pretended to think about it. He reached into his bad and pulled out a small bottle of KY, the kind that warms on contact. He tossed it to Paul. “Lube her well, I don’t want any damage.” He watched as Paul knelt behind her and pushed her forward until she was supporting her self with her arms. John grabbed her tits and sucked her nipples into his mouth. Pete backed up but never broke the rhythm he had established in fucking her face. 

Paul squeezed a generous amount of the gel onto his finger. He used his index finger to stroke her puckered ass. She moaned. He worked the lube around and then slipped his finger inside. “Oh my God,” he groaned. He fucked her with one, then added another one, loosening her, opening her in preparation for his thick cock. Finally he felt she was ready and placed the head against her. 

“Oh Paul,” Jason interrupted him. 

Paul groaned, “WHAT!”

“It’s nice if you just slip right in, all the way on the first stroke.”

Paul shuddered a bit in anticipation. He lined up carefully and John stopped moving, waiting for him to do it. Pete pulled his cock out of her mouth, just in case. With one hand Paul held his cock, he placed the other on the small of her back, took a deep breath and plunged forward. His cock slip easily into the tight hole. Catie almost screamed as the pain and pleasure hit her hard. She bit John’s shoulder. She shuddered as her body adjusted. Pushed back against him. 

He took that as a sign she was ready and pulled back. John shoved in deep. They took turns filled her, driving her crazy. Paul moaned, half in pleasure half in agony. Pete moved to beside them, watching waiting or his turn. He could see Paul was going to explode any time. And catie was getting desperate. She was moaning; her face screwed up in intense concentration as she tried to keep from cumming. 

Finally she couldn’t take it any more and she cried out, “Oh God please Master! Please let me cum!” She was in shock when she heard him say no. She almost cried as she begged. Five pairs of eyes tuned to Jason in disbelief. He grinned at them, a finger to his lips to keep them quiet. She asked again and again. He said no. She cried as she came, no longer able to hold back. She shuddered and screamed her release, tears pouring out from under the blindfold, mortified at having disobeyed Him in front of these men.

Jason merely grinned. Paul, however, felt her ass clamp down around him and he roared as his orgasm was torn from him. His fingers dug into her hips and he shoved his cock in hard and deep. His cum exploded deep in her and se shuddered as it scalded her. John barely held back himself. Paul was panting when he finished cumming and Pete impatiently shoved him out of the way. He took his placed and shoved his own cock into that gaping yet still tight hole. All the way in one smooth stroke. He and John established an easy rhythm, both in and out at the same time. Catie was still cumming in little shock waves, thrusting back against them. She milked John’s cock with her cunt muscles, trying to make him cum. It worked, within a minute John as yelling as his balls drained into her in one shot of liquid lava. 

Pete grabbed her hips and pounded hard as John’s cock sipped out of her. She moaned, thrusting back against him. She tightened her ass muscles around him, locking him in a vice he was helpless to resist. Soon he came too. She was filled from top to bottom with cum as Pete pulled out and he and John helped her move to one side. She rolled onto her back, legs falling apart, breasts heaving with each breath, one arm thrown across her face. She was gasping for air.

Brad’s cock was hard again and he stepped up to the bed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward. He placed her ankles on his shoulders and drove in with one swift thrust. He fucked her hard and long, till she was writhing, another orgasm building. Jason straddled her chest and shoved his cock in her mouth. She recognized it and sucked it greedily, her hands coming up to run over his chest and arms. He leaned forward and fucked her face like he was fucking her cunt. He pounded in and out of her face as Brad pounded in and out of her cunt. Her ankles were locked around Brad’s neck, her hands roamed all over Jason’s chest, pinching and twisting His nipples. 

She felt Brad’s cock swell and heard him groan just before he added his cum to the stuff that the others had left before him. He stepped back and collapsed in a chair. Jason pulled off the blindfold and looked into her eyes, biting his lip as he fought off the urge. She sucked him harder, an evil glint in her eye, and slipped a hand to her pussy. The guys all watched as she slipped a finger in and out o her cunt then brought it up to Jason’s ass. She rubbed his tight little hole before slipping the finger deep inside. The groaned in unison with Jason, wishing she’d done it to them.

She fucked his ass to the same time He fucked her face. She was soon rewarded with His cock swelling in her mouth. He shoved way deep and groaned, “Oh god catie!” His cock pumped his cum straight down her throat. She licked him clean as he slowly deflated in her mouth. He pulled out and fell to the bed at her side. She immediately rolled to him and cuddled up close.

Danny, the quiet one, smiled a little, “Well ain’t that sweet. I do hope we’re not done with the little slut. There is much, much more we can do!” The others guys nodded in agreement. 

“Hell no,” Jason said. “Someone get her a glass of water and a brownie. She’ll be ready for you any time you’re ready for her. Isn’t that right baby?”

“Absolutely, my Master. I’ll wear them out before they wear me out!” She grinned angelically as she spoke.

The rest of the night sped by as they took her whenever, and however, their cocks demanded. One of them had the audacity to ask Jason if they could do it for every tourney. His answer was a punch in the chest. They made plans to do it again next year in the Falls. He thought that perhaps one or two of them might be able to play with Himself and his slut throughout the year. When spoken to privately, those two agreed with no hesitation. 

Catie rode home in Brad’s car, in the middle of the backseat. Her hands were never empty, her mouth rarely.



The Falls



You receive a call from me, laying out my plans. The limo will be waiting for you after work. You are not to pack anything, all is taken care of. Just get in the limo, no questions asked. You trust me and comply. I can hear the excitement in your voice as you confirm my plans.

The limo is not what you expected. A black Ford Expedition, super stretched. Plasma TV, DVD, pillows and blankets, even a small refrigerator loaded with liquor. The driver tells you the destination... Niagara Falls.

Hours later you finally see the falls. Your excitement builds nearing the cascading waters. You weave through traffic, stopping in front of a beautiful hotel, down the street from the sparkling casino. A tall valet opens the door for you, holding your delicate hand as you descend from the limo. Walking into the hotel, a bellboy is waiting, holding a sign with your name scripted on it. With a smile he hands you a pass card, whispering our room number to you.

The staccato beating of your heart is pounding in your ears as you ride the elevator up to our floor. Soft music is playing, the car racing upwards. You step into the hallway and find a trail of rose petals leading down the hall. You follow the flowery path, trembling in excitement. The roses stop in front of an ornate door. From inside you can just hear music playing. You sum up all of your courage and hold your breath. You scan your card, and the door opens for you. 

You are presented with an absolutely stunning view of the Canadian Falls. Multi-colored lights are dancing on the water cascading over the brink. Looking out over the crest of the falls you see a powerful storm rolling in. Large purplish-black clouds with lightning flashing in the distance. 

I watch you for a few moments from the shadows. You are beautiful, blonde hair tied up, your sexily full butt stretching the tight black dress you are wearing. Black high heeled leather boots that shape your calves into the beautiful diamond shape I love so much. 

I walk over and approach you from behind. My hands encircle your waist and you lean into me. I kiss your neck and hear you murmur in appreciation. You try to turn, but I don't let you. I continue to kiss your neck and shoulders. My hands lightly stroke your hips and your stomach. I feel your whole body moan softly. My touch has always excited you.

As I kiss and touch you, I feel you pushing back against me. I know you can feel the hardness in my pants. Slowly, I begin to caress your breasts, large and heavy, the way I remember them. I feel your nipples harden under my gentle touch. You moan again softly as I pinch and squeeze them. Finally, I allow you to turn and face me.

We look deep into each others eyes and smile. No words are said, only hot, grinding kisses are exchanged. Our mouths meet and tongues start their dance. Your tongue snakes past my teeth and taste mint on your breath. I smile again, remember your vice. I steal your gum, and feel you searching for it. 

Your hands slide down my back and grab my butt and pull me in to you. You have become much more aggressive over the long years and I like it. You begin to unbutton my shirt and kiss my chest, slowly working your way down.

You kneel down in front of me and unzip my pants. You pull my cock out into the cool air. I feel your tongue on the tip, and then lick up and down the shaft and massage my balls. Finally, you open your mouth wide and take my cock into it. It feels so good, warm and wet. I push forward, pushing more into your mouth, and feel you moan around my flesh. You take it all and look at me with your beautiful eyes as my cock fills your mouth.

I know that I can not stand your murderous attentions much longer. I stand you up and turn you around. I unzip your tight dress, letting it fall to the floor. As you turn around, I admire your beautiful breasts. Large, pink nipples... so hard, begging to be licked and sucked. My eyes travel down your stomach and to the black lace panties you are wearing. I slip a hand down your stomach, between your legs and feel the heat and wetness there. I feel your anticipation. 

You slide the panties down, showing me your pussy. I see how wet you are. You take a finger and slide it up and down your slit and then offer it to me for a taste... delicious.

I scoop you up and carry you over to the waiting king sized bed. I lay you down on the bed and spread your legs. Your pussy is so wet; it glistens in the dull light cast by the lights of the Falls. I lean down and begin to lick the soft folds between your legs. You moan and squirm and grind into my face. I just love getting your juices all over my face. I just love the taste. I look up and watch you playing with your breasts, moaning and pinching your nipples; eyes closed, your face in ecstasy. You begin to buck and moan loudly as you have your first orgasm. You drench my face and lie back, exhausted

I rub my hands up and down your thighs, not giving you a chance to come down from your bliss. You push my hands away and climb off the bed and pull me to my feet and help me undress. You push me back on the bed and straddle me. You rub the head of my cock against your pussy, getting it wet. You lean down and kiss me and push my cock inside of you. You are so tight, I feel you gripping me and slide up and down my hard dick.

You lean back and I slide in deeper. I feel your hips grinding into me. You lean forward and dangle your large breasts in my face, inviting me to suck them. I take a nipple into my mouth and feel it harden. You moan and grind harder into me. You place your hands on my chest and slam your pussy onto my cock. It feels so good. You pound into me harder and harder. Finally, you let out a scream and come again. 

I feel your pussy flooding and it drives me over the edge. I come inside you in one thrust and you moan again as my orgasm triggers another of yours. You collapse down on top of me and kiss me hard. 

Our eyes meet as you feel my cock hardening, still inside of you. "I've missed this too much." I hear you mutter, as you start to bounce hard on my lap, your tight pussy almost sliding entirely off of my rock hard cock.

This is going to be a long night.



The Falls



"Hey, turd!"

"Shut up, Bucky!"

I didn't even turn around. I could hear the smile in her voice and I smiled in my reply, but continued cleaning the fuel intake on the lawnmower, my hands submerged in the solvent as I scrubbed at it with my thumbs.

My cousin was right behind me now and she reached forward to smack my elbow in an attempt to cause me to drop the small motor part on the workbench. "What's that?" she asked.

"Fuel intake for the tractor," I answered.

"Do you know what you're doing?" she smiled.

"Rarely," I said, smiling back up at her. Her brown eyes sparkled, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. "How you doing, Becky? Good to see you."

"Good to see you, too, cuz." She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled herself in close to give me a hug. I tilted my head toward her and gave her a kiss on the cheek since my hands were busy, plus I was covered in yard grime and sweat, with a hint of gasoline. "Need a hand?" she asked, letting go.

"Sure."

She started clapping.

I laughed. "You're such a dork."

She laughed and asked what I needed. I asked her to grab one of the red shop towels from the pile and lay it flat on the workbench, next to the tub. She put it on there like I asked and I set the fuel intake on it before grabbing another towel to wipe my hands down. I dried the fuel intake with the air compressor and Becky helped me re-attach it to the motor. I primed it and started the riding mower and it ran like a dream, not sputtering like it had been before.

"Now what?" she yelled as I revved the engine.

"What?!" I yelled, cupping my ear.

"Now what?!" she yelled, louder and slower.

"No thanks! I already ate!" I shouted, waving. 

She just made a face and gave me the finger.

I backed the engine down to idol and said, "I've got to hook up the trailer and pick up all the branches that fell, and pile them up in the woods."

"Let's go," she said, jumping onto the lawnmower and dropping onto my lap.

Well, that was unexpected. My cousin Becky was obviously outgoing and lighthearted. We'd been almost best friends since we were kids. Only a few months apart in age, both of us now eighteen, we spent most of our time together when our families would get together a few times a year, plus all the phone calls, e-mails, and instant messaging we would do. Most of her comments to any of my posts were sarcastic and funny, but that was Becky.

Did I mention that she's hot? Because she is. She used to be cute, then she grew up and became hot. Even when she was little and had a severe overbite (that's why I started calling her Bucktooth Becky, which quickly got shortened to Bucky), she was cute. She's one of those people that skimmed right through what is often called the "awkward phase." She never had that. I had that, but she didn't. 

And now, here she was, sitting on my lap in her Daisy Dukes, tank top and flip-flops. "Come on," she said, gripping the steering wheel and bouncing on my lap as she turned to look at me with a big smile. "Let's go. Time's a wastin'."

The tractor lurched forward as I controlled the pedals while I let Becky steer. I looked over her shoulder, telling her where to go while I kept my hands on her trim waist. She squealed and laughed when we jerked forward, falling backward into my chest, but she quickly regained her composure and steered us toward the shed in the back, where I hooked the yard trailer onto the lawnmower and asked if she wanted to drive.

"Really?" she asked. "I don't know."

"Sure." I showed her the controls and told her just to keep it in the low gear. I walked over to the pile I had already started, Becky driving beside me, smiling the whole time. I told her how to turn it off and she cut the engine. 

"That was fun!" she said. I told you she was lighthearted. She hopped off the tractor and we began picking up the branches I had piled up, and tossed them into the trailer. We talked as we worked, moving around the large yard, creating piles in different areas so Becky could drive to each pile.

"What have you been up to since graduation?" she asked.

"Nothing much. Trying to get some money saved for college. Mostly doing lawns and stuff."

"Do you like it? Make good money?"

"I do like it. I don't think I want to do it long-term, but it pays well, and I can choose when I want to work; that way I'm not working all summer, but can still go out, relax, that kind of stuff."

"Cool. Are you still going out with what's her name?"

"Cara? No, we broke up."

"What happened?"

"Just didn't work out," I shrugged, still picking up branches. Honestly, I didn't want to talk about it.

"Who broke it off?"

"She did."

Becky muttered something.

"What?"

She stood straight up and turned to look at me. "I said she's an idiot."

"You don't know the whole story," I said.

"I don't have to." She dropped her branches in the trailer as she walked over to me. "You forget, I know you. I know what kind of guy you are. I've seen you at your best and at your worst. I say if she can't appreciate you for who you are, good riddance." 

"Becky," I started to object.

"What, Steve?" Her arms were crossed and she had one eyebrow raised as if challenging me to try and change her mind.

"Nothing," I sighed.

She frowned and said, "One day, you're going to find someone who is going to love you the way you deserve." With that, she turned and walked back to pick up more branches and sticks.

I watched her walk away and thought, "Maybe one day I'll find someone like you." I returned to my task. We were loading our second-to-last pile into the trailer when my aunt Brenda, Becky's mom, stuck her head out the back door and yelled that lunch was ready. 

"Go ahead!" I waved. "We'll be in, in a few minutes!" She waved and turned to walk back into the house. 

"What are we doing after lunch?" Becky asked me.

"I don't know," I said. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Want to go to the falls?"

I shrugged, "Sure."

She smiled at me. "Sweet! Hey, I wonder if that rope swing is still there."

"It was last year."

"I remember," she frowned, rubbing her ass.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot!" I was laughing and she started laughing with me. Last year she had slipped off the rope, fortunately while we were still high up on the hill, dropped about four feet onto the dirt, and scraped her butt as she skidded along the dirt and rock. She was okay, of course, but it could have been really bad, had she let go later into the swing, over the big drop-off. 

We finished dumping the branches and Becky sat on my lap, steering, as I drove the lawnmower back to the shed, unhooked the trailer and parked the mower. "Thanks for your help, Becky. I really appreciate it."

"Glad to help," she smiled. "More time at the falls."

"That'll be nice."

We ate lunch with our parents. Becky's older brother, Doug, Jr. (we called him DJ), was working. He had just graduated college, so with his new job he didn't feel like he could ask off. My little brother Spencer was at summer camp, leaving Becky, me, and our parents alone this week. That was fine with me. Like I had already said, Becky and I usually spent most of our time together anyway because we were the only ones even remotely close in age. Our parents would think nothing of us taking off for the day; in fact, they would likely break out the cards, sit on the screened porch, playing and drinking beer, a tradition they had continued since as far back as I could remember.

"We're going out for seafood tonight," said Mom. "We're going to leave at around seven so you need to be back in plenty of time."

"Yes, ma'am," I said.

As Becky walked into the living room, she was wearing the same clothes she had been wearing before, only this time I could see the ties of her swimsuit sticking up around her neck. Of course she looked amazing. We loaded a cooler with some of the sodas from the garage refrigerator, grabbed some chips and bean dip, and loaded into my truck. When we got to the end of the long dirt road, we knew we had to walk about a half a mile to get to the falls and while we knew that other people knew about it, we had never actually seen anyone there. It took a lot of effort to get to it and we had actually found out about it by accident, listening to a couple of older teens talking about it when we went to get shakes at the sandwich shop a few years ago. When I was old enough to drive, we searched for it, found it, and noted how to get there. We've been back several times since then.

As we walked down the trail to the falls, Becky started asking me about Cara again. I decided to just let the story unfold as I talked, knowing Becky would be sympathetic, but also would tell me when I was doing something stupid. I had always been able to get her input about girls and sometimes she would ask me about boys. I was the closest thing to a girl friend she had, she would say. I would always roll my eyes and say, "Thanks a lot," before she would laugh. For my sixteenth birthday, she even got me a manicure kit with several colors of nail polish, laughing loudly as I looked at it. The rest of the family laughed, too, but not to the extent she did. Later on, however, she gave me my "real" present: a runner's watch. I loved and still wear it to this day.

"So she got mad that you didn't buy her more things?" asked Becky, incredulous.

"I wouldn't say that. I mean, maybe, but I don't have that kind of money. I took care of her the best I knew how, but I guess that wasn't enough for her."

"Steve, you've got a good heart, and you're a good-looking guy. You're funny, smart, hard-working, confident. . . One day, you'll have some horny young thing wrapped around your finger," she smiled. "Who knows? Maybe you already do and just don't know it."

"Maybe," I said. "What about you? What's the latest?"

"Randy?" she asked. "Dickhead bounced after graduation. He said he couldn't go to college already in a relationship. Something about clipping his wings so he can't flyyyy, or something. Have you ever tried to watch a chicken fly? They kind of jump and flail. That's how I see him trying to flyyyyyy." She ran awkwardly, lifting her knees high and flapping her arms awkwardly as she described it. "He don't know a damned thing about women."

She had me laughing as she loped down the trail before stopping to wait for me. "Come on, slow poke!" she called.

"Hey, I'm the one carrying the cooler and all the crap. Probably so you can flyyyyy," I mocked.

She put her hands on her hips and made a face. "I thought you wanted to be a gentleman. Maybe I need to teach you a thing or two about how to treat a lady."

"Well, maybe one day I'll meet a lady. I'll let you know."

"Hey!" She tried to look offended, but ended up laughing at me. When I got to her, she took the towels off my shoulders and the blanket off my arm and carried them. It didn't help much because they weren't heavy or awkward, but it was nice that she shared the load.

It wasn't long before we were at the edge of the little pool where the water fall fell about fifteen feet over the edge of the rock into the clear green water. We dropped our stuff on a rock at the edge of the pool and I walked down to the sandbar to feel the water. It was warm and I called up to Becky how great it felt.

I walked back up off the sand bar and I turned to round the boulder, stopping dead in my tracks. Becky was bent over in front of me, facing away, her lean legs and bubbly ass right in my view. Her bikini was a hot pink, fairly modest for a bikini, but on her frame, with her bent over, it was stretched tight across her backside. She stood up and turned toward me with a big smile on her face.

"What do you think?" she asked, her arms out to the sides. "I just got it."

"It's. . . uh. . . nice."

"Nice?" she asked, her hands on her hips. "That's not exactly what I was going for."

"Pretty?" I asked. She just scowled. I swallowed hard. "Sexy?" I croaked.

She smiled and relaxed. "Are you asking or telling?"

"Telling. It's sexy."

"THAT's what I was going for," she said, pointing at me. "So, thank you." She walked toward me. "So it's warm, then?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, come on, then." I took off my shirt as she walked toward the sandbar. We had to wade in from this side because it was so shallow. The waterfall was directly across from us and the rope swing was at the far end, where the water was still deep from the stirring water of the falls.

I followed Becky into the water until it was at the top of our legs, then she dove in, coming back up a few feet further out before standing chest deep in the crystal pool. "This is nice," she said with a smile. "Come on in." I dove in and stayed low before I heard her squeal when I grabbed her legs. I surfaced right next to her, only to be assaulted with a series of punches on my arm and splashes of water as she laughed and called me names.

"I give up!" I cried, laughing as I tried to keep my back to her so I could breathe without taking a mouthful of water. She stopped splashing me and I turned around to see her smiling as she kicked away toward the center of the pool.

"Come on," she said, "Let's jump off the falls."

"Okay." I followed her over as she swam leisurely toward the bank by the falls side. I climbed out first and helped her on the slick rocks. She ended up holding onto my hand the whole time, which was fine with me. I have to admit that I felt butterflies in my stomach at her touch and tried to brush it off. She was my cousin and my best girl friend. Probably my best friend of anyone, but she was still my cousin.

When I helped her up to the flat surface of the top rock by the falls, she squeezed my hand and smiled. "See?" she said, "There's a gentleman in there." She poked lightly at my chest as she said it.

"And you really are a lady. I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't go getting soft on me. I didn't take it seriously." She winked, "I know you better than that."

I nodded and said, "I'm still going to go first, right? So I can be there for you?"

"Yep."

I walked to the edge. This always seemed like more than 15 feet to me. Of course I don't like heights, so that could have something to do with it. I stood there for just a few seconds before Becky blurted out, "Don't be a pussy; jump already." I turned and gave her a look.

"I'm checking for sharks."

She just smirked at me. I turned around, counted to five (yes, it was supposed to be to three) in my head and jumped into the water, surfacing a moment later and giving Becky a thumb's up. "No sharks!" I called. "Come on in!"

"Good to know! GERONIMOOOOOOO!!" She jumped in and pulled into a cannonball at the last second, creating a huge splash and resounding thud as she smacked into the water. It hurt me just to hear it.

She popped up out of the water. "OOOWWWW!" she laughed. "Damn, that hurt!" She could hardly contain her laughter and it had me laughing just as hard as we tread water.

"You want to go again?"

"Yes. I'm not as big of a pussy as you are."

"Probably," I shrugged.

We swam to the edge and she got out before I did. I cracked up again, bringing a look of surprise from Becky. "What?" she asked.

I pointed to her back and tried to regain some composure. "Your back and ass are totally red."

She laughed a little and touched her butt, cupping it in both hands. "It's hot," she laughed. "Now you know I'm not lying. That cannonball hurt!" She rubbed her ass for a second before sticking it out at me. She pulled her bikini down to the bottom of her cheeks and stuck it out at me. "Want to kiss it and make it better?"

I suddenly stopped laughing. Here was my hot cousin wiggling her bare ass at me, asking me to kiss it. She started laughing before pulling her bikini bottom back up. I tried to look normal and laughed a little as I waded to the shore where she was climbing the rocks again.

We jumped a few more times, laughing and goofing off before Becky said she was getting hungry. We swam across to the sandbar and walked around the boulder to where our cooler, blanket, and towels were. Becky opened the bean dip and chips while I spread out the blanket and laid our towels on it. We sat down on the blanket, letting the sun dry us as we talked and ate.

"When do you leave for school?" Becky asked.

"August 12th. Orientation."

"Oh. That's only like five more weeks," she pouted.

"I know. When do you leave?" 

"August 26th. After this week, do you think we'll see each other again?"

"Of course. We're family."

"I guess," she shrugged.

"You don't think we'll see each other?"

"I don't know. I mean, look at DJ. He's out of school now and trying to get his career started, so he's not here. And this isn't the first time, either. He's missed a lot of stuff, between school and his internships, and his girlfriend. I'm just thinking that when college starts, our adult life will take over and we'll see each other less and less." She started choking up and her eyes turned red.

"Hey," I said, wrapping her in a hug, "I'm going to make it a point to keep you in my life as much as possible."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're my best friend, and I love you more than anyone."

"I love you more than anyone, too," she said, squeezing me tighter. I pulled back after a moment and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and I wiped a tear off her cheek with my thumb. She looked so beautiful just then. Of course she always was, but my heart melted for her in that moment. I leaned in and gently kissed her on the cheek again, this time a little closer to her mouth. When we pulled back she gazed into my eyes, but took a quick glance at my lips before looking back into my eyes.

I wanted to kiss her again, but this time she leaned forward and met my lips with her own. The kiss was tentative and gentle. She placed one hand gently on my bare knee and her tongue grazed my upper lip. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Becks."

She pulled back a little. "No, Steve."

She didn't get a chance to finish her thought before I nodded my agreement. "I know what you mean, and I mean I really love you, Becky."

She smiled a little. "Like you love Cara?"

"I could never love her the way I love you."

She threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips again. I wrapped her in my arms and we kissed like lovers. For the first time, like lovers. I loved her. I think at that moment I realized I had loved her for a long time, but I could never admit it, even to myself, because she was my cousin.

Oh, shit. She's my cousin.

"Becky," I said, pulling away. "I can't. . ."

"Yes, we can," she smiled. "We're only cousins."

"Only cousins?" I laughed. "That's enough!"

She shrugged. "Maybe. But I've been thinking about this, Steve. I've loved you for a long time. A couple of years ago, I got curious and looked online. In a lot of states, including this one, first cousins can even get a marriage license."

"Marriage? Whoa, Becky."

"I'm not saying that," she laughed. "I'm just saying. . . you know. . . even the law sees that these things happen." She shrugged and smiled a little.

I leaned back and ran my hand through my hair, letting out a deep breath. "This is weird," I said.

She looked sad. "Steve?"

I smiled at her and took her hand. "Don't worry, Becky. It doesn't change the way I feel about you. I just have to think through some things."

"I've been thinking about things, too. A lot." She broke a pine needle into tiny pieces as she talked. "I know that we're cousins, Steve, and that adds a challenge." She shrugged. "Maybe it even means we can't be together. If that's true, I get it. It just means so much to me to know that you feel the same way about me that I do about you." She looked up at me and smiled, then sighed. "But the question is, what can I do about it? I mean, I love you so much and I'm so happy that you love me, too. But there's so much to think about."




The Falls



"Our parents and family. . ." I said.

"Eventually telling everyone we meet who become good friends. . ."

"Trying to convince ourselves it's okay." I looked at her.

She looked back at me and said, "Or trying to convince ourselves that it's not."

That was poignant. Maybe she was right. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. What had happened in the moments before had literally changed our relationship. While from the outside it would simply (simply?) look like I had kissed my cousin, internally my entire worldview was different. Could this relationship happen? I saw myself standing at the altar with Becky in a white dress slipping a ring on my finger. Suddenly she was on a hospital bed giving birth and the doctor's eyes went wide as he pulled out a baby with three arms! I saw my parents freak out, kick me out of the family, and Becky's parents do the same to her. I saw us living in a run down trailer on welfare because that's what happened to kissin' cousins.

Damn, this shit was fucked up! "Becky," I said, shaking my head. I didn't know what to say.

"Is it the two-headed baby?" she asked with a frown.

I smiled. "Three arms." She smiled and nodded.

"I thought about that, too." Her look turned serious and she picked up another pine needle, apparently the most interesting one in the world. "I don't know how I would tell my parents. I'm scared of what they might say."

Suddenly it hit me. "Wait a second," I smiled. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look, we've just admitted that we love each other about. . ." I looked at my watch, "Four minutes ago," I smiled. "And now we're talking about how we're going to endure the hardest parts of our relationship? We don't even HAVE a relationship!"

"But don't you think we should at least think about it?"

"Eventually. If this goes anywhere. Becky, you're my best friend and I do love you, and I love that you love me. I do. But we're about to go to college and our hearts could wander. Maybe we'll each fall in love with someone else, get married, have kids and meet up a couple of times a year like our parents do. We may one day look back at this time and think of it as the weirdest crush we've ever had," I laughed. She seemed to brighten a little at that. "IF it does develop, however, then we'll have plenty of time to discuss these things and respond as the time comes. We wouldn't have to decide everything today, or even in the next few weeks." I felt a lot of stress slide off my shoulders at that point.

Becky's face began to fade into a smile before she buried her face in her hands and laughed a little. "You're right!" she said. "This is so stupid. Why can't I just enjoy the news that we love each other? That's what this should be!"

"I got so wrapped up in worry that I didn't even get to enjoy our first kiss."

She looked up at me with a flirty smile. "So, now that we're more relaxed, do you want to try that first kiss again?"

"I'll take every chance I get, to kiss you, Becks." She smiled wide and we both leaned in for a kiss. We weren't so tentative this time and our tongues immediately went to exploring. Knowing how she felt gave me the freedom to kiss her the way I wanted to kiss her, and to receive her kiss with the same enthusiasm with which she offered it. I felt my body responding. I was getting warmer, my pulse rate increased, and naturally I quickly became fully erect.

The feel of Becky's bare skin under my hands was electric. Whether it was due to the sun or to our kiss, her skin was warm and moist and I loved being able to touch her. I also loved the feel of her hands around my back. She brought one hand up to cup my cheek, and for whatever reason, that seemed so intimate to me, so sexy. She pulled away and looked at me with this beautiful, comfortable smile. She looked all over my face, like she was examining it. My cousin gently swept my hair back over my ear before drawing her hand down across my cheek again.

"You're so beautiful," she said quietly. I just smiled. I placed my hand on top of hers and turned to kiss her palm. Her eyes closed and she sighed. "Why can't it be like this forever?" She looked around. "Alone together, in our own little paradise. Maybe without our swimsuits?" she winked. "We could wake up together in the morning, spend the day together, just us, doing whatever we wanted, then climb back into bed together at the end of the day. I could curl up in your arms and I would sleep in peace every night. I would be warm and safe always. And I would be yours, all yours. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"I can't imagine anything better."

"What do you think would be the ideal paradise for us?"

"Anywhere with you is paradise."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm serious."

"So am I," I smiled. She slapped my arm. "Okay, I think a nice cabin on a bunch of private land, in the mountains, right on a lake. Warm in the summer so we could swim, like we are now." She smiled. "And cold enough winters that we could snuggle by a fire inside, or by a fire pit outside in the spring and fall. A Jacuzzi on a screened porch so we could relax."

"Naked?" she winked.

"Sure, why not?" I smiled. She laughed. "I think I'd like a nice big, soft bed for us to share, with a fireplace in the bedroom, and a big shower in the master bath for us to share. I guess that's it. Ultimately, though, it's just about being with the woman I love. That's paradise."

She kissed me again. "You're so sweet. Come on," she said, rolling the bag of chips, "Let's get back in the pool. I hear that rope swing calling my name." I stood and helped her up, putting the chips and dip back in the cooler and wading back in off the sandbar, holding her hand as we went. She let go of my hand and dove into the water, popping up to swim to the bank with the rope swing. As we climbed the bank, she was directly in front of me, her wet, tanned ass covered in the pink bikini, wagging in my face.

"You'd better not be looking at my ass," she teased. She knew me too well.

"I'm not," I lied.

"That's too bad. I mean, it's right there." She turned and looked over her shoulder at me, wiggling it at me.

We finished the climb to the top and I unwrapped the rope from the tree and tugged on it to test the branch. "I'll go first and make sure it's strong enough, then you can go." She agreed.

I gripped the rope a few feet above the end knot and took a run toward the edge of the bank. It took a sudden drop and I hung from the rope, flying over the red dirt, then the green water. When the rope arced up, I let go and flipped backward as I kicked my feet up. I heard a squealing cheer and I dropped into the cool water, landing on my left side. I swam to the surface and saw Becky grabbing at the rope, which was swinging wildly from the strong branch of the giant hardwood.

When she grabbed it, she backed up as she said, "Great jump! Here I come!"

She ran and jumped off the edge as the bank dropped, and she dropped off the rope when she got out to the apex of the swing. She was almost right above me when she let go, falling feet first, landing about ten feet away with a splash. She surfaced and started laughing. "That was so awesome!" she cried. I swam toward her and kissed her. 

"Great job," I said. "You want to again?"

She backed away toward the rocks by the waterfall. "In a minute," she said. "Come here." I followed her over until we stood on a sandbar extending out from under the rocks. We were standing in chest deep water and she draped her arms over my shoulders. My hands rested on her waist instinctively and she reached in to kiss me. We kissed and she wrapped one leg around my thigh. I reached down to stroke her thigh and she pulled herself up on my neck, wrapping both legs around my waist. "I hope this is okay," she whispered, pulling herself into me.

"I hope this is okay," I answered, reaching down to cup her perfect ass.

"I like your hands on me. You can do this as much as you want."

"I like your hands on me, too." We began to kiss more urgently and as I squeezed her ass, she began to moan into my mouth and her hips started grinding against me. I was already hard anyway, but this just served to increase my arousal.

"Is that for me?" she asked, still grinding her hips.

"What do you think?"

"I think you'd better answer the damned question," she smiled.

"Yes, Becky, that boner is for you."

"Good." She kissed me again, pulling herself tighter against me with her arms and legs. Her kiss was more urgent, prodding me to kiss her more urgently as well. As she continued to move against me, I found myself squeezing her ass, that perfect ass. Suddenly, Becky broke the kiss and buried her face in my neck, biting at it gently as she whimpered. After a few moments, she grunted and her hips flinched against me as she held me tight. "Oh, god," she breathed. "I wasn't expecting that." She lowered her legs and stepped back, obviously embarrassed.

"Man," I said, shaking my head.

She looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry," she muttered.

"What for?!" I laughed. "Giving me the most exciting kiss of my life?"

She smiled a little. "Um, no. For. . . coming."

"Yeah! On me! Using me to do it!"

She giggled. "You're not mad at me, then?"

"Oh, yeah," I said sarcastically. "I'm furious."

She laughed a little more freely at that one. "I've never done that before, you know, come with a boy."

"Never?"

She shook her head. "Have you?"

"Ever come with a boy? Never," I said, shaking my head.

She laughed. "You know what I mean!"

"No, I've never blown my load making out with a girl before."

"Did you that time?"

"No. I was having a good time, but I didn't quite get to come."

"Not quite? Does that mean you were close?" She looked like she had an idea forming.

"Yeah, pretty close."

"Well, that doesn't seem quite fair," she smirked. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck again and smiled at me as she lifted one leg. I gripped her ass and kissed her as she wrapped both legs around me. She rubbed herself against me again, every once in a while letting out a little whimper. She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear. "I want to make you come this time. It's so hot to think of you coming with my legs wrapped around you."

I groaned at the thought, thinking not of us swimming, but of me buried inside her pussy, whatever that would feel like (I didn't really know; I was a virgin), and screwing her until I could come inside her. The stimulation of her request, her thrusting hips, and my imagination pushed me perilously close to the edge. I began pressing against her as she rotated her hips.

"Mmm, that's good, Steve," she whispered, her breath catching as she spoke. I could hear her voice quivering.

"Oh, Becky. Oh, my god," I groaned.

She kissed me again and our tongues caressed each other while she kept her hips pressed against me, gliding smoothly against the underside of my cock through my swimsuit. I flinched involuntarily and my breathing picked up. My groin tingled and I knew the feeling of a climax from all the times I had stroked myself off. "That's it," she whispered, nibbling my ear. "Go ahead. Come for me."

I grunted when the first blast of heat filled my shorts. Becky must have felt me twitch against her because she yelped and groaned before whispering more encouragement to me. She cooed and slid her legs off my hips before stepping back a little, causing a cool flow of water to rush between us. "That was nice," she smiled. "Did you like it?"

I could only nod stupidly. "That was amazing," I said, trying to regain some composure.

"You should probably clean out your shorts now, huh?" she asked.

I blushed. "Probably."

"It's getting late," she said. "We should head back. You clean up and I'll get our stuff together." I nodded. She kissed me again. "That was fun," she whispered. "We'll have to do that again."

I smiled in return and watched her swim across to the sandbar. I cleaned out my swimsuit the best I could and swam over to the other side. I watched her walk out of the water and round the boulder. By the time I got to the sandbar, Becky had already slid her shorts back on and was pulling her tank top over her head. She rolled it down and slipped into her flip-flops. I took my towel off the rock and dried off the best I could before slipping on my own shirt and flip-flops, grabbing the cooler and blanket and walking up the trail. Becky slipped her hand into mine with a smile and we quickly kissed before walking back to the truck.

We were pretty much our same old selves on the ride home, joking and laughing, making personal jabs at the other's expense. The only difference was how freely we held hands as we drove and talked. Becky let go of my hand when we got to the house, giving me a look of sadness, but I knew what she was thinking, that we had to act normally here, like nothing had changed.

Dinner at the seafood restaurant was as good as it always was there, but the company made it better. Becky and I sat side by side and while our parents chatted and laughed, we would flirt with our hands or eyes, while otherwise having our normal side conversation like we had always had growing up. As far as we could tell, our parents thought nothing of it. They didn't say anything and otherwise ignored us as had been the case on most of our family get-togethers. The adults would hang out together, and the kids would hang out together; we were in different worlds.

When we got home, the parents played cards again while Becky and I played pool. We were all in the big lounge room in the basement while the television played idly as background noise, none of us really interested on what was on. After we got tired of playing pool, Becky and I went out to the patio and sat on the porch swing, talking as our parents' laughter and teasing carried out through the screen door. We could see them, which meant they could see us, too. We talked about nothing in particular, but just enjoyed being together.

The next morning was an early morning for me. I had two yards to do, but was home by lunch. I came in and took a shower, changing into some soccer shorts and a t-shirt before grabbing some lunch with the family.

"Tonight," said Dad, "We're taking Doug and Brenda to the club. We won't be home until late, so you're on your own for dinner and entertainment."

"How late?" I asked.

"Well, aren't you the nosy one?" Mom asked sarcastically. Everyone laughed.

"Well, old people late is a LOT different than college student late," I jabbed, causing Becky to laugh and Mom to feign shock and offense.

"Old people?!" she gasped. They all laughed again.

"After midnight at least," laughed Dad. "If it's any earlier, we'll call so you can get rid of the beer cans and hookers."

"Thanks," I said. "Are you going to leave money for the hookers?"

"I said you were on your own for entertainment." Everyone laughed again. Yep, this was my family.

After lunch, our parents retired to the porch to talk. We were bored, of course, so Becky sat down beside me while I was flipping through the channels. "We should go to a movie," she said, grabbing her laptop off the coffee table.

"Sounds good to me," I said. "I need to get out of here. What's on?"

She brought up the local theater's site and scrolled through it. "If we leave soon we can go see, 'The Mirror Darkly.' I hear it's really creepy."

"Awesome," I said.

"I'll go get changed for our first date," she whispered with a smile, closing her laptop.

"Date?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm. You don't have a problem with going on a date with me, do you?" she smiled.

I couldn't help but smile back. "Not at all. Don't dress up, though. You're perfect just like that."

"You're sweet. I'll keep it casual," she said.

I went out to tell our parents that Becky and I were going to a movie and that if we didn't see them before their night out, to have a good time. I went upstairs to change into some jeans and a collared shirt for my date with Becky. I sprayed on a little cologne and brushed my teeth before returning downstairs to wait.

I didn't have to wait. Before I could sit down on the couch, I heard Becky's door open and she came down the hall. Holy shit, I thought, she looks amazing. She had on a yellow halter top and white short shorts. Her hair was hanging loose and lightly curled. She had on white canvas boat shoes and just a touch of makeup. Damn, she looked fine. "Wow," I mouthed so our parents couldn't hear.

She caught on. "Thank you," she mouthed silently. I took her hand and walked her out the front door to my truck, opening the door for her and closing it behind her. As soon as I started it and took off, I turned to her and got a good long look. "I take it you like my choice," she smiled.

"Damn, Beck. You look amazing."

"I'm glad you think so. I did it for you. I was hoping you would like it."

"How could I not?"

She reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. I squeezed it back and smiled. When we reached the theater, we had to stand in line outside for the ticket window. Fortunately a lot of the people in line were there for the children's matinee and not the horror movie we came to see. When I ordered the tickets, Becky reached forward with the money, but I pushed her hand away, reaching forward with my own money instead. "It's a date, remember?" I whispered. "I pay for our dates."

She blushed and nodded, tucking the money back into her tiny brown purse. I took her hand as we walked from the ticket window to the front entrance. "Can I still pay sometimes?" she asked.

"Sure, if that's what you want, but I'm paying for most of our dates."

"MOST of our dates? You think we'll be going out very much?" she asked, surprised.

"If I have anything to say about it."

The unenthused ticket taker droned that we would be in theater nine before ripping the tickets in half and handing the stubs back to me. "Snacks?" I asked.

"Of course," she smiled. We stood in line holding hands and I couldn't help looking at her. I noticed that a lot of the guys there had the same problem, but I honestly don't think she noticed. This may make me sound like a jerk, but I was proud to have someone like Becky holding my hand. I liked that other guys saw her as beautiful and yet she wanted to be here with me. One guy got caught by his girlfriend who was holding his hand. She jerked hard on his hand and said something to him, but he shrugged apologetically and answered something I couldn't hear. I laughed.

"What?" asked Becky with a smile.

"Nothing," I snickered. "This dude was checking you out and he got caught by his girlfriend."

"Oh," she said, blushing. "Sorry."

"Don't be," I said. "You can't help it that you're hot. I'm just glad you're here with me."

"Me, too," she smiled. 

When we got to the counter we got two giant pretzels with cheese dip, a Coke and some Twizzlers. As soon as we got to our seats in the nearly empty theater, Becky opened the Twizzlers and bit both ends off before jamming it into the hole in the lid. She took a long pull and shared the drink with me. It was just like old times, only this time we were sharing a drink instead of just splitting the Twizzlers. Over the course of the movie we would change out the Twizzler several times, eating the one that had first served as a straw while replacing it with a fresh one.

Several times during the movie, Becky would grab my arm. I had moved the armrest up out of the way so we could be closer together. She jumped countless times, and I have to admit that I did, too, causing us to grab onto each other, an arm or a leg. The truth was, I couldn't help but touch her. I'm serious, you should have seen her. Now that I knew she knew how I felt about her, and since I was now able to be honest with myself, I didn't hide the fact that I was looking at her like she was a hot chick. That yellow halter and white shorts were perfect for accentuating both her form and her tan. She was firm and beautiful, a light golden tan. Of course I couldn't see her tan well in the dark of the theater, but I already knew it by heart, and I could certainly admire her form.




The Falls



She was leaning into me, her legs curled up on the seat beside her. Her thighs looked delicious and I knew her short tight shorts hugged that perfect ass. I felt she needed to know. I leaned into her, smelling her hair as I found her ear beneath it. "Becky, those shorts show exactly how perfect your ass and legs are."

She sat back a little and looked at me, her lips pursed in a tight smile. "You shouldn't be saying things like that."

"Should I tell you how amazing your rack is in that halter?" I asked.

"No," she giggled.

"Then forget I said anything." I went back to watching the movie and she giggled as she leaned back into me. Her hand found mine and she intertwined her fingers between mine as she leaned into me.

After a few minutes she whispered into my ear. "Now you've got me thinking about yesterday at the falls, and I'm all excited."

"I didn't mean to do that," I snickered.

"Liar." 

Since I was looking at her, she reached for the drink, still watching the movie, and took the Twizzler between her lips, but she kept lowering her mouth onto it, all the way until her lips bumped the lid of the cup, taking about four inches of the candy into her mouth, just briefly before sliding her lips back up and taking a sip of the soda. Her eyes darted over at me and she raised her eyebrows before turning her head toward me. "I'm sorry, would you like some?" she asked, moving the cup in front of my face.

I opened my mouth without thinking, allowing her to place the tip of the candy straw in my mouth before I took a sip. She pulled it away and took another sip herself before placing it in the cup holder and watching the movie without another word or look my way. After a few seconds, I saw a subtle smile creep up on her lips. She had me, and she knew it.

When the movie ended, she stood and reached for my hand. "Come on," she said. "Let's go to the mall. We have some time before our folks leave."

I was hard as a rock and didn't need to be waving that kind of flag around. "Wait," I said. "Shouldn't we wait for the credits? Sometimes they put the real end of the story or a teaser or something after the credits."

She wasn't buying it. She sat back down with a smirk, looked down at my crotch with an obvious glare, shook her head with a smile and said, "Credits, huh?"

Busted. Either way, I needed the time. She didn't say anything else about it as we silently watched the credits roll before the house lights came up. Of course we were the only ones in the theater at this point.

I was still somewhat erect, sitting here with her, knowing that we were together. "You know," she said, standing and pulling me up, "I could have thought of a better way to resolve that issue than sitting through movie credits." She pulled me into the aisle, walking ahead of me. Walking helped me deflate and soon enough I was in a more manageable state.

The theater was almost connected to the mall. It was a separate building with separate entrances, but was on the other side of a large plaza with patio seating, a fountain, and some benches for people to gather and hang out. She held my hand as we walked across the plaza and I held the door open for her at the mall entrance.

"What are we looking for?" I asked.

"Nothing in particular," she shrugged. "Just hanging out until it's time to go home." I let her lead me around the mall, stopping to look at a few things she liked. I watched her try on a dress or two in a couple of shops before she led me into a jewelry store.

"May I help you?" the older blonde lady asked.

"Where are your engagement and wedding sets, please?" asked Becky. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me. I looked at her sideways, surprised at her question.

"Right this way," she smiled. "My name's Elizabeth," said the blonde.

"I'm Becky, and this is Steve."

We stopped at a glass counter at the end of the store. Elizabeth stood behind it and Becky and I stood in front of it. "Now, what are we looking for?"

"Nothing, really, just looking."

"Have you two been together long?" she asked.

"We've been friends forever, but we just started dating," Becky said, smiling at me.

"And already looking at rings?" she laughed, surprised. She looked at me and said, "It looks like Steve is as surprised as I am."

Becky laughed. "He may be surprised to be here today, but he knows our future as well as I do."

"Well, I, uh. . .I. . ."

"Elizabeth is it?" Becky asked. Elizabeth nodded. "Well, Elizabeth, we're not shopping today, probably not for quite some time, but I wanted to freak him out. I'm just looking at earrings, please."

They both began laughing. "Right over here," laughed Elizabeth. Becky followed her over to another counter with a variety of gemstone earrings. After a few minutes, Becky decided on a pair of simple emerald studs with zircon wraps, allowing her to change out the center gemstone studs for any others she wanted, depending on her mood or outfit. 

After paying, she told Elizabeth good-bye, thanking her for being so helpful.

"Come back when you're ready for that ring, Steve," she smiled. Becky laughed and pulled me out by my hand before I could say anything.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, not angry, just confused.

"Relax, Steve," she laughed. "Like I told her, I was just trying to make you panic a little. I'm just messing with you."

"Good one," I said, rolling my eyes.

"What?" she said, stopping in the center of the mall and standing in front of me.

"Just. . . why did you have to do that?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just messing around."

"It's okay," I shrugged. "I should have known. It's cool."

"Are you sure? I hate to think I upset you like that."

I smiled and nodded, relieved. "I'm sure." She smiled. "However, now that you did that, I feel like that's the place I'll need to buy your engagement ring." I started walking away.

"What?!" she called after me. "WAIT!" She prodded me for more information, but I just kept walking, hands in my pockets. After a couple of minutes she just laughed and said, "You're a real shit, you know that?" I just shrugged. She pulled my hand out of my pocket and intertwined our fingers. I held her hand gladly as we walked through the mall.

I looked at my watch. "It's getting kind of late," I said.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 5:30. Our folks should be leaving soon."

"Okay," she shrugged. We walked to the truck and again I held her door open for her. On the way home we talked about nothing in particular and when we turned the corner, we could see that Uncle Doug and Aunt Brenda's SUV was gone. I looked at Becky and she smiled at me, I think both of us knowing that some time alone in private would be fun.

I locked the front door behind us, as I had always been taught to do, and walked to the kitchen to find the note my mother had written. "Kids, gone to the club. Home late."

"Yeah, they're gone," I called to Becky, who was still in the living room.

"Good. How do you feel about getting your ass kicked in Mario Kart?"

"I didn't know anyone else was coming over," I answered, walking back to the living room.

"Oh, that's it," she laughed, "You're going down."

"Bring it, little girl," I said. She turned and stomped down the stairs. I followed behind, watching that perfect ass in the tight white shorts, a stark contrast to her long, tanned legs. She pulled out the controllers while I loaded the disc into the system.

"Care to make it interesting?" she said, one eyebrow raised as she scrolled through the menu options.

"You name it."

She thought for a moment and said, "Loser gives the winner a massage,"

"So, I win either way," I smiled.

"I like the way you think. Those are the stakes, then?" I nodded. "Let's get to it." She scrolled down and chose her character and I chose mine. We raced the short track three rounds, and I won twice, but just barely. She smiled at me and scrolled to the long race. "Winner take all?" she asked.

"Hang on," I smiled. "We had a deal. I get a massage from you; I won two out of three."

"Fair enough," she said. "How about loser on the long track has to strip down to just their underwear?"

"Uhh. . ."

"Chicken?"

She knew how to get to me. "All right!" I said. "Let's do this!" The race was pretty tight for the first several laps. We bumped each other, switched positions, tried to take advantage and generally played dirty, the way we both knew we would. As we were on the last lap, I saw Yoshi go flying off into a pit. I crossed the finish line in victory. "Yeah!" I cheered.

Becky didn't even take any time to pout or protest. She just stood up and looked at me with a smile on her face. "I lose," she shrugged. Her hands were already on the button of her shorts. 

"Wait a minute. You went down on purpose!"

She just shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "That doesn't sound like me."

"Rematch! No cheating this time."

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me astonished. "Are you kidding me?"

"No! I want to win fair and square." I was scrolling through to reset the game when she spoke.

"Steve."

"What?"

"Steve," she said more quietly. I looked up at her. "Our parents are gone, I'm about to strip down to my underwear and give you a massage. Do you really want to play another round of Mario Kart?"

It smacked me in the face like a two-by-four. "I'm such an idiot," I laughed. She laughed with me, nodding at the obvious. "No," I said quietly, "I don't want to play Mario Kart."

She stepped toward me with a smile and bent down to kiss me. It was gentle and loving, not passionate, but it lingered for just a few seconds. She stood and took my hands, placing them at the waist of her shorts. "Why don't you help me get rid of these?" she quietly invited. 

I swallowed hard, having difficulty believing what she had asked me to do. My prick quickly filled with blood, bending uncomfortably in my jeans. I slid my hands around to the button, my knuckles brushing her bare stomach, smooth, taut and tanned. I looked into her eyes as if waiting for her to laugh and yell "April Fools!", but all I saw was a gentle, loving smile.

She stroked my hair and I unbuttoned her shorts. She giggled, her stomach flexing as she did. I grasped the zipper tab, nerves fluttering in my stomach. I pulled it down smoothly, trying not to look overly excited, but also trying not to pull it down too slowly. When I reached the bottom of the zipper, the flaps had folded back and a triangle of light brown fabric was exposed in the gap. 

"I have to wear nude-colored boy shorts with these so they don't show through the white fabric," she explained quietly. "Either that or a thong," she said after a pause. My voice caught in my throat as I looked up at her with wide eyes. She smiled at me and said, "I thought you were going to help me take these off."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled down. The tight shorts presented quite a challenge, but with my insistent tugging and the wiggle of her hips, I soon had the shorts down past her hips and sliding down her thighs. Holy shit, she looked hot. I didn't think I should be seeing her camel toe, but it was right there at eye level. I couldn't help but notice it. Becky cleared her throat, quickly drawing my attention back to her face. She had a sexy smirk on her face.

"Are you just going to sit there staring at my panties, or are you going to help me out of this top?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry," I stammered, standing up as she turned around. Her butt looked amazing in those tight panties. The color was just a little lighter than her skin and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any panties, but I guess that was kind of the point. She swept her hair over her left shoulder and looked back at me, tapping at the hasp on the back of her neck, where the two sides of the halter connected. I disconnected the hasp and the two sides fell forward over her shoulders. 

Keeping her back to me, she pulled them down and began sliding the top down over her hips. It was at that moment that I realized something; I don't know how I had missed it.

"You're. . . you're not wearing a bra," I breathed.

"I can't with this top. The straps would show."

"But that means you won't. . . I mean. . ." I tried to tell her that I would be able to see her breasts, but I didn't know how to say it.

She giggled. "Are you worried that I'll be topless?" she asked.

"Don't you want to cover up?"

"We had a bet. I lost. Underwear only. No bra means only panties for me." She turned around, cupping her tits. "Is that a problem for you?" She still had this sexy little smirk on her face.

I couldn't help but smile. Damn, she looked good. I shook my head. "No. Not really." She smiled back and took a step toward me. She pressed herself against me and kissed me. I placed my arms around her waist and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. As our kiss grew in intensity, her hands slid up my chest and over my shoulders. We embraced as we kissed and I was acutely aware that she was topless, her bare breasts right up against me, with only my shirt separating her skin from mine.

I slid my hands down to her ass and caressed it. She moaned into my mouth and squeezed me tighter. "Oh, god," she breathed into my mouth, "I love you so much." I could only moan as she rotated her hips against my erection. I felt one hand leave my back and she leaned back a little, looking me in the eye. Her hand stroked across the front of my jeans and I gasped at the first time a girl touched my dick.

"Oh, my god, Becks."

"You're so hard," she said, stroking me up and down through my jeans. "I can't believe it."

"Believe it," I groaned. "I can't help it; you're so hot."

"Let's get started on that massage," she whispered. She cupped her breasts again and turned away. Looking over her shoulder, she nodded her head toward the stairs and turned to walk up toward the main floor. I followed her up to my room. She walked in and asked me to close the door and to turn around. I did as she asked. She turned on the lamp and closed my blinds. Walking up behind me, she pulled my shirt out of the waistband of my jeans and pulled it over my head. 

I felt her hands stroke my back. "You're so strong, Steve," she said quietly. "I'm going to enjoy this."

I felt her breasts press against my back and my breath was caught short. Her hands had reached around and were unbuckling my belt. "What are you doing?"

"I can't give you a massage while you're dressed, can I?" she asked quietly.

"Becky, I don't know—"

"If you can control yourself? It's okay, you just relax and let me take care of everything."

"I've never. . ." I hesitated, wondering if I was being presumptuous with my warning. I wanted her to know in case any number of things happened that somehow made me look like an idiot. "I've never done. . .anything. . . you know, with a girl."

"Good," she said. "I like knowing that we can learn to enjoy each other."

"You mean you've never. . ."

"No. I've never done anything with a boy, either. Just kissing." She continued to caress my back, my belt now unbuckled, but my button and zipper still closed. "Part of what Randy wanted from me, was something I wasn't willing to give him. I had bigger plans for my heart. And my body."

I looked over my shoulder and Becky's face was right by my shoulder. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, like she was in exactly the right place. I smiled. She kissed my shoulder just above my shoulder blade. "Now, where were we?"

I felt her hands meet at the button on my jeans and looked down to see two feminine hands unbuttoning my jeans, the first time that had ever happened. I watched excitedly, unbelieving as she peeled the opening back and grabbed the tab of my zipper. Her other hand peeled the fly back as it opened more and more with the lowering zipper. My cock was hard as steel and it looked like an iron rod draped in fabric as it strained to break free from my microfiber boxer briefs.

Becky pushed my pants down with one hand while she ran her other palm up and down my shaft, moaning behind me. I could feel her hot breath on my back, and suddenly recognized her breasts pressing against my back. I throbbed at the thought of it.

"Lie down on your stomach," she said as I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans the rest of the way off. I lay on my stomach as she said and she straddled my thighs, the naked skin of her bare legs resting on my own. I like this underwear," she said as she stroked my ass. "What kind is it?"

"It's, uh, microfiber, I think."

"It looks amazing on you. Your butt looks incredible." She squeezed my globes as she said it. I don't think I had ever had anyone compliment my butt before and frankly, it felt a little weird. Not bad, just weird. I have to admit, it was nice, though, to think that Becky liked it.

Her hands pressed into my back and for a few minutes she massaged my muscles firmly, occasionally just rubbing her hands on my skin. I heard her moan and her thighs squeezed me on occasion. My head was turned so I was facing the wall and my erection was pressed against the mattress. I sighed at her touch and she stopped for a moment before continuing on. Her own sighs and moans became more frequent and I began to feel her glide back and forth on my butt. After a few minutes her breathing picked up and Becky whined, "Oh, my god," before letting out a series of short, sharp breaths, followed by a long sigh. She leaned forward onto my back and I felt her breasts against my bare back.

"I want to see you," she said.

Surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I want you to turn over so I can look at you and so you. . . so you can look at me."

I considered what that meant and smiled. "Okay. I want that, too."

"Yay," she giggled. She lifted up and knelt beside me. When I rolled over, there she was, her hair draped over her shoulders and her naked, perfect breasts proudly exposed.

"God, you're hot," I said.

She laughed. "Thank you. You are, too." She caressed my chest and stomach in circles. I didn't really know where she was looking as she did this, because I was focused on those perfect, perfect tits. Her areolae were perfect circles of a light pinkish brown with somewhat large, erect nipples protruding from the centers. Her breasts were teardrop-shaped, rounded at the bottom, but with a little sag to them; like I said, they were perfect, slightly large for her small, toned frame.

I was snapped back to attention when I felt her hand glide over my erection. I looked up and saw her smiling at me, with a questioning look. With a knot in my stomach, I nodded and her face relaxed into a natural smile. She turned her attention back to my dick and caressed it more deliberately. She explored and I moaned. She gripped and I groaned. She squeezed it and I gritted my teeth at the exquisite pleasure.

"What's this?" she asked, touching the head of my cock. I lifted my head to look down and saw her pulling her finger from my boxer briefs, with a pool of silver against the black of the microfiber. She lifted her finger and rubbed her finger and thumb together. "It's slippery. Did you. . ."

"No," I shook my head. "It's pre-come. It means I'm excited. For you."

She smiled at me. She stuck her hand into her panties and made a pleasurable face before pulling it back out and showing me her glossy middle finger. "I'm excited for you, too." She leaned over me, placing both hands on the bed and I felt her nipples graze against my chest before her lips met mine. She rested on my chest as her tongue probed my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist, reveling in the feel of her nearly naked body against mine as we kissed. I squeezed her round ass and rolled us over onto our sides. In a moment I was on top of her, angled across her body.




The Falls



I slid my hand up her body, waiting for an interruption that would never come, and soon cupped my first breast, my beautiful cousin's perfect tit. She sucked in a rush of air at my touch, and moaned into my mouth. "Touch it," she whined. "Play with my tit." She forced her tongue back into my mouth, obviously as turned on by this as I was (or at least I hoped she was). I freely groped and squeezed her breasts, alternating back and forth between them, experimenting. I was honestly surprised at how they felt, having never felt one before, soft and pliable, but bouncing freely back to their normal state immediately. The skin of her areola was a softer skin, smoother, but with small bumps scattered throughout, and the erect nipples were rubbery and knobbed, something I had not expected. It was thrilling and surprising and I continued to trickle into my shorts as my prick pulsed while we played.

"I want to see it," she breathed, before kissing me again.

"What?" I pulled back. Our faces were only inches apart.

"This," she said, squeezing me through my underwear. "I want to see it. I want to make you come. We can make each other come." She stroked me as she said it, almost making it impossible for me to deny her request.

I nodded.

She smiled.

Without another word, she quickly slid down by my knees and pulled my underwear down by the waistband. "Oh!" she squealed when I snapped up, free of the underwear, slapping against my belly. Becky looked at it as she pulled my shorts the rest of the way off my feet. Rising on her knees, she walked to me on the mattress and gripped my shaft in her warm hand. "It's hot!" she giggled. "And hard and soft at the same time."

"If you're trying to make me come right now, you're doing a good job," I said through gritted teeth.

"No! Here," she said kneeling upright again, "Take off my panties." I nervously pulled at her waistband and her panties rolled down her hips, getting stuck or caught at her pussy before snapping free, catching up to the rest of the panties, which were a couple of inches further down her thighs. Becky's pubic hair was trimmed into a small triangle that pointed at her flared dark pink lips, which stuck out from inside a crease. I had remembered that the crease would be from the labia majora and the lips sticking out would be the labia minora. Suddenly those drawings and labels were making a lot more sense.

I forced myself to look away as I pulled the panties down further, Becky allowing me to remove them by lifting first one knee, then the other as she steadied herself on my shoulders. I noticed a wet patch on the crotch of her panties, and, without thinking, I touched it curiously. It was slick, almost like a very thin gel lubricant. I laughed lightly, finally getting the phrase, which I muttered to myself. "Snail trail."

"What?"

"Sorry. I was just thinking of something Brad told me one time."

"You were thinking of Brad?" she smiled, one eyebrow raised.

"No," I laughed. I held her panties up to her, inside out with the crotch draped over my fingers. "He told me this was called a 'snail trail.'"

"Well, that's romantic," she smiled.

"Sorry," I apologized, suddenly thinking I had ruined the moment.

She touched it and rubbed her thumb and middle finger together again. "Makes sense, though," she shrugged, laughing. She tossed the panties to the side and grabbed my wrist, placing my hand right against her pussy. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath. "This, I think, is more appealing."

"Oh," I moaned. "Wow." I rubbed back and forth gently. Her lips were soft and wet. I had never felt anything like it. This wasn't really what I imagined they would feel like. I guess I didn't know what they would feel like. They were thinner than the lips on her mouth, but I knew from science that it was the same kind of skin. I had only been familiar with my own cock and balls to this point. I knew what when people were sexually aroused, their genitals filled with blood and that's why the penis became erect; I hadn't given much thought to the softness of an aroused woman. It made sense, though, but like I said, up to this point, everything was theory.

"That feels so good, Steve," she sighed, her hips starting to move against my hand. She eased down next to me on the bed and opened her leg up so that one leg was flat on the bed and the other had the knee pointing at the ceiling and her foot planted flat on the mattress. As she lay down, I rolled onto my side to face her and we kissed again, this time with my hand stroking her pussy.

Becky gripped my dick firmly and pulled up on it, but I said, "Barely hold it." She nodded and we kissed as we stroked each other. Her grip was very loose and her hand glided gently over my skin. I groaned into her mouth and fed her a steady supply of pre-come to lubricate me with. She learned pretty quickly, apparently picking up on my responses to her various touches. As she experimented with stroking my shaft, caressing the head, and rubbing lightly at my balls, I experimented with her as well.

At a couple of points, she let go of me and directed my hand. My cousin pressed against the back of my middle finger as I caressed her, and pushed it slightly into her. She moaned long as I sunk my finger into her. Again, I was amazed at the soft, wet heat inside her pussy. The walls were soft and. . . not spongy, that's not the right word. Pillowy? It was like nothing I had ever felt. Becky was incredible and sensual inside and out.

As we kissed and explored, her breathing picked up and she let go of my cock, grabbing at my wrist instead and burying her tongue in my mouth, frantic to kiss me. "My clit!" she demanded, pulling my hand up before stopping it with my fingers at the apex of her lips, where I could feel a small knot. She gasped and moved my hand back and forth across it a couple of times, gasping and flinching at my touch.

Becky pulled away from me and arched her back, thrusting her chest at me as she pulled my head against her breast, "Suck my tit!" she breathed. I was happy to oblige. Her hand returned to my cock, her grip a little firmer, and she would occasionally squeeze it as she stroked the full length, bringing me closer to my own release. Honestly, I don't know how I had lasted this long already, except that I think I was concentrating so hard on learning Becky's body. I alternated between her nipples, sucking on them and whipping on them with my tongue as they were trapped between my lips and teeth. "Mmmmffffuuuhhh..." she cried while flinching on my hand and gripping my head. Her leg dropped and trapped my hand between her clenching thighs and her fist locked around my shaft near the base.

Becky's breathing was erratic for a short time before she went limp on the mattress, giggling when she looked at me. "Wow," she sighed. I smiled back. God, she was beautiful. I leaned in for a kiss and she returned it, stroking my cheek. "We're not done yet," she winked. She looked me in the eye and slid her hand down my body to my crotch. Her eyes went wide in mock surprise. "Look what I found," she exclaimed. She began stroking me lightly again and moved toward me for a kiss. This time we kissed like gentle lovers as she stroked me lovingly. Then she whispered.

"Come for me, Steve. I want to feel your cum on me."

"Ungh," I grunted, feeling my asshole twitch as the tingle started.

"That's it," she said, her lips resting on mine. "I want that load to cover me. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah," I stuttered. The burn suddenly increased exponentially and I warned her, knowing from experience that my release was about to burst out of the head with pretty significant force. "Fuck, Beck!" I grunted and she pulled away enough to look down.

She squealed as my seed ejected through the tip of my painfully hard cock. She continued to stroke me and I continued to shoot. After a few, I don't know how many, spasms, I stopped firing and she slowed her stroking. "Oh, my god, that was a lot of cum."

"That felt so good, Becks." I rolled onto my back, my arm flopping out to the side. I was sweating from the heat, from my effort, and from the sexual excitement. "Holy cow," I sighed, trying to catch my breath.

She sat up. "I am absolutely covered, Stevie." 

I looked up and she had her left arm held out in front of her. Her hand and forearm were coated, her stomach and thigh were spattered all the way up to the underside of her perfect right tit, and she had a delighted look on her face as she examined herself. 

Becky looked past me at the clock on my nightstand and said, "It's only 8:30. Plenty of time." She turned and bounced up off the bed. "Come on, let's go get cleaned up." She walked out of my room and I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom at the end of the hall. I tiredly turned to sit on the side of the bed and noticed that my dick was hanging low and swollen, but soft, the end slick with my own cum. I snickered and shook my head before standing up. I walked out the door and saw Becky walking down the hall toward me, my seed still sliding down her stomach. "There you are," she smiled. "Come on." She took my hand and led me into the shower before closing the door behind her.

We spent the next few minutes soaping each other up and rubbing on each other's slick, wet bodies. We were not ashamed to explore, groping and squeezing as we kissed. Her hand quickly brought me back to maximum hardness and I brought her to another orgasm with my fingers, my mouth on her nipple.

As we recovered and rinsed off, Becky stroked my cock and said, "I guess we should get some supper, huh?"

"Probably."

She turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "You pick a movie on demand and I'll order us some Chinese." I agreed and we dried off.

As Becky dried her hair with a towel, gripping the wet strands and squeezing them through the soft, blue towel she said, "Don't put on any underwear. Just some shorts. I want access." She winked.

"What are you going to wear?" I asked.

"A t-shirt," she smiled. She opened the door, hung up her towel and walked naked to the guest room. I followed her in and leaned against the doorframe, my dick swollen with excitement as I watched her tits sway while she pulled out an oversized t-shirt with "My finger, pull" printed on it, Yoda in profile, his crooked finger extended in invitation. I laughed at her shirt and she said, "You like it? DJ brought it back from Disney when he ran the marathon there."

"That's awesome," I laughed.

She walked toward me and kissed me on the lips, giving me a single stroke. "You'd better cover this thing up or you'll make the delivery guy jealous."

"When he sees you, he'll already be jealous of me."

"You're sweet," she said, kissing me again before walking past me to pick up her cell phone so she could order the food. I slid on my soccer shorts and followed Becky to the living room. As she placed the order, I scrolled through the selection of movies. I snapped my fingers at her as she spoke, and when she looked at me, I pointed to the screen with the highlighted teen comedy bar in bright yellow against a field of blue. She gave me a thumb's up and continued to verify our address. She plopped down on the couch, sitting on one foot while the other swung freely, bumping the couch on every return.

"He said 30-40 minutes," she answered before I could ask.

"That gives us some time," I said.

"I don't want to be interrupted," she smiled. "Besides," she traced my calf with her toe, "I promise to make it worth the wait."

"How so?"

"There's two things I've always wanted to do with a boyfriend besides just sex."

"What would that be?"

She slid onto the floor between me knees and rested her hands on my thighs. "I've always wanted to give him a blowjob while he relaxes on the couch."

"Wow," I sighed. My dick twitched at the prospect. She noticed and giggled. "I've always wanted to eat my girlfriend while she lies back on the couch, too," I said.

She laughed, "That's the second thing." I smiled.

"Do we have to wait?"

"I want some buildup time. I want you to know what's coming. I want us to get our energy up so that you can give me a nice big load of cum and so you can eat me until I can't take it anymore."

"Damn, Beck," I said, still kind of stunned.

She stood, grabbed the remote control, hit play, and went to the fridge to grab two beers from our parents' stash. She returned and settled in next to me, leaning on the arm of the couch with her feet extended toward me. "Ste-eve," she sang. I looked over at her and she spread her knees apart, giving me a perfect view of her bright pink pussy, glossy with excitement. In one hand she held her beer and with the other, she swiped at her pussy with her middle finger before extending her hand toward me. "Have a taste," she invited. 

I leaned over and took her finger into my mouth. I couldn't describe the taste. The only thing I could think to describe it as, is pussy. But I liked it. "Delicious," I said. "I want some more."

"Later," she said. She nodded at my crotch and said, "Your turn." Almost immediately catching on, I pulled the front of my shorts down so that they were hooked behind my balls, my STILL hard cock sticking out, and I gripped the base, squeezing firmly and pulling toward the head to bring a large clear dollop of pre-come to the tip. I scooped it up with my finger and reached out toward my cousin, who was already leaning in for her treat. She swirled her tongue around my finger as she enveloped it in her mouth. She pulled almost all the way off before reversing direction and driving forward. She did this a couple of times, looking me in the eyes as she sucked on my finger. She pulled off and licked her lips. "Yummy. I can't wait to taste it straight from the source."

"Want some more?" I asked, trying to be bold, but my voice cracked, giving away my excitement.

She giggled. "Trust me, I'll get plenty after dinner." I twitched again and she smiled, noticing it in my exposed cock. That pulse sent another bead of pre-come surging out the tip and rolling down the side. "Okay, maybe just one more," she sighed. She quickly leaned over and ran her finger up along the side, catching the rolling droplet before bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off. Without another word she took a sip of her beer and turned her attention back to the movie, resting on her hip with her legs together and curled up. I pulled my shorts back over my erection.

The next half an hour was uneventful with Becky watching the movie and me trying hard to watch it, even though my attention was primarily focused on my half-naked cousin pointing her wet pussy at me after sucking my pre-come off her finger.

When the Chinese food finally arrived, I moved to stand, but Becky spun her feet around to the floor, insisting that she get it. I was a little worried about the shirt being too short, but it came to just below her ass. "What? Are you worried he'll see my pussy?" She waved it off, saying, "That will only happen if I do this." With that, she bent forward, facing away from me, giving me a beautiful, albeit brief, peek at her perfect ass and glistening pussy lips. Before she stood, she quickly slid her middle finger into her pussy from between her legs and withdrew it to stand up. She didn't even look back as she sucked her finger clean while walking to the door.

The look on the delivery guy's face was classic as a beautiful brunette in nothing but a long t-shirt opened the door. She took the bag of food from his hand and gave him the cash before wiggling her fingers in a wave and closing the door. She never said a word. She didn't even act like anything unusual had just happened. Instead, she walked to the kitchen with the bag, grabbed a few napkins and came back with the boxes on plates, setting them on the floor in front of the couch. She gave me a sly little grin before she sat on the couch and leaned over to grab a plat and napkin, sticking the chopsticks in the rice and handing the plate to me. She repeated the process with herself, knowing full well that she was showing me her ass and pussy as she bent forward, a little sideways, to grab her dinner.

I offered to get a couple more beers and she said thank you as I stood. I went to the kitchen and returned with the bottles, having opened them in the kitchen. When I handed Becky her beer, she reached forward, but grabbed my erection instead of the bottle, stroked it a couple of times through my shorts, then took the bottle with a smile. 

"You're a horrible tease," I said.

She was drinking her beer when I said it, but she answered. "Mm," she grunted, swallowing her mouthful before continuing. "That's only true if I don't follow through. You should know just from the last couple of hours that I'm not a tease."

"Okay, I'll give you that one."

We talked and laughed as we relaxed into the movie, naturally making fun of the absurdity of their dilemma and the continually increasing catastrophe of their attempts to solve the problem. Although there was little outright sex involved, their was a near constant discussion of it and plenty of bikini-clad (and occasionally topless) girls on display. 

As soon as the end credits began to roll, Becky scooted in for a kiss. Our hands were all over each other. I squeezed her perfect ass, pulling her cheeks apart as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I slid my hand toward the center and eased my middle fingers into her pussy from behind. "God, Steve," she grunted. "That's amazing." I worked my fingers in and out as we kissed. Becky pulled back and ripped her shirt off over her head. I immediately attacked her tits with my hands and mouth and my cousin shoved her hand down my shorts. I was slick with arousal and her hand quickly greased my pole.

She quickly backed off, a look of fire in her eyes. "I can't wait any more," she breathed, pulling my shorts all the way off and eyeing me hungrily. "Just relax," she said, dropping to her knees. She gripped my shaft at the base and shoved her mouth down to her fist. 

I grabbed the couch cushions on either side of me, screaming at the intensity of the wet heat that suddenly engulfed my sensitive head. My whole body immediately tensed up and I knew I wouldn't last long at all.

"Mmmmm," she moaned around me, bobbing up and down, her tongue working wildly. She looked up at me as she worked and her other hand was tucked between her legs. I could see her tits bob when she began jerking me with her hand, holding it against her lips so that she backed almost all the way off, leaving a thick coating of saliva on my cock before engulfing me again, her hand bumping against my groin. It felt like her mouth took all of me because her wet hand followed all along until my head was far into the back of her mouth.

The soft, wet caress of my cousin's hand and mouth, combined with the teasing, her nakedness, and whatever else was rattling around this whole series of events, all compounded to flood my blood stream with pleasure, my nerves firing constantly.

"BECK!" I grunted.

"MMMMMmmmm!" she replied, looking into my eyes and stroking hard and fast.

"AAAAAHH!" My hips thrust up off the couch and my balls sucked up into my stomach, blasting a force of my cum into Becky's mouth. She moaned as she struggled to swallow it, stopping her stroking and keeping her mouth around just the head. I couldn't believe it, but she swallowed every drop, not losing any of it. After a long volley of ejections into her mouth, I finally collapsed onto the couch, my eyes trying to focus on. . . hell, on anything, really. 

Becky's hand had loosened on me, but it gripped me again and I was able to focus enough to see her convulse on her own hand, her tits jiggling as she came on her fingers. She dropped her cheek onto my thigh, her breath hot on my shaft and balls. I forced myself to sit up a little so I could pull her up beside me on the couch. She rested beside me, leaning on my chest with my arm around her, rubbing her back.




The Falls



"Thank you, Beck," I whispered. "That was amazing."

"Mmm," she sighed, snuggling even closer somehow, her shoulders shrugging. "That was so cool. I'll have to do that more often."

"I can't believe you got off on sucking me off."

She sat up a little and looked at me with love in her eyes. "I did. I can't explain it. It was you, who I love, and it was your dick, which is, god, beautiful. . . I was just really turned on." She paused with a smile. "Still am."

"My turn?" I asked with a smile. She nodded shyly. "Lie down," I said, moving to the floor. Becky scooted down so her ass was at the edge of the couch, and spread her legs open right in front of me. "Beautiful," I said quietly, looking at her wide-open pussy.

I kissed her right on the labia and breathed in her scent. It was familiar to me now, and I loved it. She gasped at my touch and I stroked lightly up her inner thighs, just enjoying the touch of her smooth skin under my fingers. I felt her hand tangle lightly in my hair as I licked tentatively at her lips. "Tell me what you want, okay? I've never done this before."

She smiled. "Thank you," she said quietly.

I explored by licking softly and firmly, pulling on her lips with mine, and sticking my tongue into her, and she was responding to all of it. She whimpered, gasped, moaned and sighed. After a few minutes she said in a strained voice, "My clit. Don't forget my clit." I planted myself there and she groaned in response. As I circled it lightly, making my tongue pass over it in quick succession, she began to grow louder and more enthusiastic in her responses to my efforts. She held my head in place and moved her hips against my mouth quickly. She came almost immediately and froze while her entire body tensed up silently. I could feel her muscles in her legs quiver under my hands and watched her abs flinch in a quick, steady rhythm. After a few seconds she relaxed back onto the couch and her legs slowly lowered so that her feet were on the floor as I pulled back.

I knew that my mouth, cheeks and chin were slick with a mix of her arousal and my own saliva. It must have matched her crotch and inner thighs. Her brown patch of hair was matted in short curls around her clit and labia, which were flared open, slick, and bright pink, exposing the entrance to her pussy, with a tiny opening just above it, which I knew to be her urethra. I took a moment to get a good look at her while she was recovering. It really did look beautifully complex; I also knew I was currently in love with every part of Becky.

"Don't even think about it," she muttered with heavy breath.

I looked up and saw her smiling at me with lidded eyes. "Think about what?" I smiled back.

"I'm exhausted. If you put that mouth or hands back on me right now, I won't be able to take it."

"I'll get us something to clean up with, then," I said. She smiled and nodded. I walked to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth, cleaning myself first before reheating it and bringing it to Becky. She cleaned herself and then we wiped down the leather couch. I helped my cousin off the couch and we both went to put on more clothes, Becky in her traditional pajamas and me in a pair of lounge pants and t-shirt. We put on another movie, ate some more Chinese and fell asleep as I curled up behind Becky on the couch.

******

"Get up," my mom whispered. "Becky? You need to get to bed, sweetie." I stirred at the sound, and saw Mom lightly shaking my cousin's shoulder. Mom looked up at me, smiled a little and said, "Get her to bed." I nodded and my mom kissed me on the head before heading upstairs.

"Becky?" I said a little louder, shaking her shoulder.

"Mm." She buried her face in her pillow and covered her eyes with her hand. I sat up a little more and pulled at her arm.

"Come on," I said. "It's late; everyone's home." I noticed that the Chinese boxes and bottles were gone and the television was off. The only lights on were the two that were at the hallways downstairs and upstairs.

"Leave me here," she mumbled. I laughed a little and stood. She must have been wiped out. She was a heavy sleeper, but had no problem getting up early once she had rested enough. She let me pull her up and she stumbled along up the stairs and down the hall, with me turning out the lights as we went.

My parents' door was open and Mom was hanging up her dress. She looked out at us when Becky said, "Take me to your room; I want to stay there." She didn't realize my mother could hear us since Becky was still mostly asleep. I looked at Mom and she nodded lightly before closing her door. I turned into my room and pulled back the covers on my bed. Becky slid in and I closed the door and turned off the light. I slid in beside her and in a few minutes I was sleeping again.

******

The summer sun snuck in through the space between my window frame and the edge of my blinds, just so it could poke me in the eye. I turned away and noticed that I was alone in my bed. It shouldn't have surprised me; I'd always woken up alone. Last night, however, Becky had requested to sleep in my bed and she was dead tired from. . . well. . .

I looked at my clock and realized the problem: it was 9:15. I come from a family of early risers. When we would visit my grandparents, my grandfather used to accuse me of sleeping my life away if I wasn't up before 7. By that time he had already done a full day's worth of work, he said. Of course he went to bed at 8pm, so there's that. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.

I walked into the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table with my dad, both of them fully dressed and drinking their coffee. She was on her phone.

"No, I don't think it would be a problem. . . Not really concerned, just. . . I just think it would be good for them to get a little perspective. . . Are you sure you don't mind?" She looked at Dad and smiled a little, nodding. "Thank you so much. We'll take care of it."

"Morning," I said, pulling my mug off the drying rack.

"Morning," they both replied.

"Who was that?" I asked, nodding toward Mom's phone on the table.

"That was Lewis. I just need to get his help with something," she said before taking another sip of her coffee.

"Becky went to breakfast with her parents this morning early, and we already ate, so if you want something, you're on your own," said Dad, not looking up from the paper.

I grabbed a bagel and toasted it before adding some cream cheese. I checked my social media feeds while I ate. Becky and her parents came in. She walked past me, hip-checking my shoulder hard enough to make me drop my bagel onto the table, cheese-side down. "Watch it, fatass."

"Shithead."

"Well," said her mother, "I'm glad you two are back to your old selves."

"What?" I asked.

Mom stood up and my dad followed. "Come on," he said, looking at Mom. "If you want some coffee, now's the time." He turned and walked into the living room, the other three adults refilling their coffees. I did the same, and made one for Becky before walking into the living room. 

"Have a seat," Dad motioned to the two empty cushions on the couch. I looked at Becky nervously. I had never seen anything like this before.

"You're not going to teach us mahjong or anything, right?" I asked with a smile. No one laughed. Gulp!

I sat beside Becky, whose hands were folded in her lap.

"I'm just going to get right to it," Aunt Brenda said, looking between the two of us. "What happened yesterday?"

My stomach sank. "What?"

"At the falls. And last night," Dad countered. He pointed quickly back and forth between Becky and me. "You two. What happened? What did you get up to?"

"I don't know what you mean," answered Becky.

"Yes you do." Uncle Doug interjected without apology. "When we got home last night you two were curled up like lovebirds on that very sofa and there were empty beer bottles everywhere. What happened?"

I started getting defensive. "What are you getting at?" I asked, looking around the room.

Mom sighed. "We're not mad. We just want you two to be honest with us. Please, Steve."

I decided to take a bullet just to end it and to protect Becky. "I kissed her at the falls yesterday. She didn't ask me to, I just—"

"—Kissed me back," she blurted. "After I kissed him." Her chin was raised in defiance, her lips tight.

"Thank you," sighed my dad, slumping back in his seat. "It's about damned time."

Everyone else relaxed, too.

Except me.

And Becky.

We were both confused. "What?" I asked.

"We're not idiots, guys," said Uncle Doug. "We've seen this coming for a long time. DJ even asked about it when he was away at college. 'Are Becky and Steve dating yet?' he would ask."

"But we just. . . yesterday. . . we just realized it ourselves."

"No you didn't," Aunt Brenda argued. "You just admitted it yesterday. You've both known for a long time." She looked around the room as she said, "We all have," as everyone nodded.

Mom added, "You've been best friends your whole lives, but then in about eighth grade you started flirting. We knew it was just a matter of time."

"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Becky.

"Like what?" asked Doug.

"Anything! 'You're cousins' or 'Don't date family', stuff like that!"

I put my hand on Becky's arm to help calm her down. She looked at me like she had been betrayed. I asked my dad quietly. "Who all knows?"

"Just us in this room, although almost everyone could see it coming."

"And Lewis and Shirley," added Mom. "That's what we were talking about this morning."

"What?! Why? What if you had been wrong?!" I asked, hot under the collar.

Mom dropped her head and raised her eyebrow, giving me that familiar look that said we both knew she was right and my argument was ridiculous; I had become quite familiar with that look.

"We're not accusing you," Brenda said calmly. "In fact," she paused, again looking around the circle and receiving gentle smiles and nods, "We're kind of proud of you."

"Wait," Becky said, shaking her head as if she had just been hit in the head with a baseball. "Proud?"

"Yeah, I don't get that," I said, still on edge.

Uncle Doug jumped in. "We love you guys and we want what's best for you. We want you to be happy. We have seen the love you have for a long time. Like she said, you've been best friends forever and have had crushes on each other for years, you talk about everything. Apart from the fact that you're cousins, there's nothing about your relationship that could be construed as remotely off-center."

"As for the 'cousin' thing," Mom said, "We already have some of that in our family, so we don't really look at it the same way that maybe some other families would."

"It took some getting used to," said Dad, "but once I met the family and got to know them, I couldn't find a flaw other than my own prejudice."

"Me, too," agreed Uncle Doug, taking Aunt Brenda's hand. "I came to grips with it a long time ago."

"So we have other family that are. . . whatever you want to call it?" Becky asked, surprised.

I wanted to know. "Who?"

"Lewis and Shirley," answered Mom.

"Darius and Janet," Aunt Brenda added.

"And Kevin and Mya." Mom answered again.

"Not to mention Pete and Carol, our grandparents," Brenda concluded.

"Wow," Becky said, stunned. Her shoulders dropped as she processed through it. She looked up. "So, you're really. . . okay with. . . us?"

"Oh, baby," Aunt Brenda said, settling in front of Becky and taking both our hands. "We couldn't love you more. We've had a long time to expect this and to work through whatever doubts we might have had and I promise, we're all in agreement: we want you two to be happy, and if that means you are together, we're more than okay with it." She smiled at each of us sincerely.

"Now," sighed Mom, "The key is to let you have time to process through it. Realistically, not like young teenagers in love who just think everything is rosy, but like a couple who will have real-life struggles ahead of them. I've set it up so that you have some time with Lewis and Shirley. Steve, when Becky's family goes home on Sunday, you're going with them. You'll stay with them for a day or two and then you and Becky will go to Lewis' house for the rest of the week. They have agreed to mentor you, for lack of a better word, on what it means to be a part of a romantic relationship with your cousin. They are open to answer whatever questions you have, but they also want total honesty in answering their questions."

"Mom. . ."

"You don't get to object," she said firmly, but dripping compassion. "You both need this, and you know how much Lewis and Shirley love you." She smiled. "He promised me that you would have a good time and he wants you to be able and come away to relax together. As a couple."

Becky began to tear up and nod her head. "Thank you," she said, gripping her mother in a hug tightly. They wept together and everyone else stood up. Both of the men gave me a quick hug before my mother hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek. When she pulled away, she wiped a tear from her cheek, laughing a little. She excused herself to get cleaned up and I watched Becky and Aunt Brenda release their hug and laugh as they tried to wipe away the still flowing tears. When Mom returned, she handed them each a handful of tissues, bringing more small laughs from the two ladies.

******

Lewis pulled me in tight for a hug as I stepped out of the truck and I turned to see Becky getting the same treatment from Shirley. Lewis and Shirley are technically our second cousins, and are first cousins to each other, just like Becky and me. I saw Becky nod and smile when Shirley whispered in her ear as they hugged. Shirley hooked her arm into Becky's as they walked toward the large house, and Becky turned to look at me and smile that beautiful smile. I smiled back and focused on helping Lewis pull the luggage from the truck bed.

An hour later I was riding next to Lewis on his Gator, rolling through the woods on his large property. They had bought the property a long time ago, but were finally in a position to design and build the house they wanted on it. The house sat at the back of a small open field, which was a natural yard, with a large pond in front of the house. He told me how he wanted the house to be as low maintenance as possible, using a poured slab foundation, high-grade wood framing, concrete siding, and permanent vinyl paint. All the decking is composite and all the flooring inside is hardwood. He even bought Shirley "one of them robot vacuums" so she wouldn't have to do that as often.

"I wanted our time in our dream home to be a dream, you see," he said as he drove slowly along the trail. "Shirley is the love of my life; always has been. I want to spend my time with her, not fixing the house and yard. And I don't want her to spend her time cleaning. We want to be able to enjoy each other." He stopped the cart and looked at me, settling back in his seat. "We've been through a lot together," he said seriously. "We've worked hard to get to this place. Married twenty-seven years so far. We had that one son, you know, who died a few years back." His eyes were red with tears. "We knew then that we couldn't waste our time or energy on stupid stuff, or on making anyone else happy but each other.

"Steve," he said, turning more toward me. "You and Becky understand what's going on here," he said, pointing to his heart. "No one else may ever get it like you do. All they may see is incest. They may call you horrible names. I've been called a pervert more times than I can remember. And people have been calling Shirley a whore for most of her life, but I can tell you that she's only ever known one man." He poked himself in the chest as he nodded somberly, tears in his eyes. He turned to face the front and began driving again. "People can be cruel, starting with family. You have to be the safe place for each other. You have to, Steve; if you're going to do this, you have to be."

Almost immediately he began pointing out things like his timed deer feeder and raised garden as we circled back through the woods toward the house. When we broke from the woods I saw Shirley and Becky on the porch swing, glasses in hand as they swung gently, their toes pushing off the decking of the covered porch. When they saw us, they both smiled and waved. We waved back and Lewis muttered something under his breath, but I did hear the word "beautiful."

He pulled the Gator into the large steel shed and we walked up to the porch. Becky was there alone now, but as we climbed the stairs, Shirley walked out with two glasses of tea. Lewis pulled the two rocking chairs up and as I was about to sit down in one, Shirley stopped me. "That's your seat," she smiled, pointing to the swing. I smiled back and sat down next to Becky and Shirley took the rocking chair next to Lewis'. We talked and laughed for a long time, relaxing and enjoying each other's company. 

We all helped with dinner. Tonight would be Shirley's chicken fried steak, but tomorrow Lewis promised his tender BBQ ribs. After dinner we talked in the living room, the doors and windows open to let the cool breeze blow through the house. Lewis and Shirley asked us about our relationship and how we each figured out how we felt. I had not shared the story formally; and Becky shared how she came to realize it, which I had never heard. Essentially for both of us it was just, "I just knew."

"That sounds pretty weak," said Lewis.

"It sure does," Shirley nodded.

"Well, it's true," Becky exclaimed, exasperated. "I don't know how else to say it."

"Oh. In that case. . ." Shirley smiled.

I was confused. "What?"

"Remember what I told you in the woods, Steve? The only ones who really need to get your relationship are you two. No one understands Shirley and me like we do. I can't tell you how many times people have asked us about our relationship and we have yet to be able to give anyone a satisfactory answer, but look at us: together for nearly 30 years." He squeezed her hand.

"It's okay if you don't have words," Shirley added. "You two know if you're connected. And the truth is, we see it," she smiled. "And I know your parents do, because they're the ones who called us."

"Do you think we'll make it?" asked Becky.

"I can't answer that," answered Shirley. "Only you can. You don't decide on day one to cross the finish line together. You decide every day that no matter what happens today, we'll be together tomorrow morning. You re-decide every day. Sometimes that decision is very, very easy, but sometimes it's much harder, seemingly impossible. Sometimes you have to decide several times a day that you're going to make it last and you're going to invest your whole heart into the person you chose to love forever."

"We've had a lot of bad days," Lewis said, looking at Shirley, "But we've had a lot more good than bad. I'm so thankful that Shirley has decided to stick with me during those times that I've been a jackass or a damned fool." His eyes teared up and he looked down at his lap. "When Marcus died, I was angry. Real angry. I shut off from everyone, including Shirley. I left her to grieve alone. I didn't mean to do it. I mean, I wanted to be left alone, but I didn't think about the fact that I was making his mother deal with his death by herself, and one day she called me on it. I told her that she should leave me and find someone else." His eyes ran freely now, and so did the rest of ours. Becky reached for my hand and squeezed it. I took hers in return. 

"She wouldn't do it. She loved me more when I had abandoned her than she had in all the times I had romanced her."

"He never abandoned me," she said tearfully. "He was angry just like I was. I knew he didn't mean it; he was just lashing out and he felt safe enough with me to tell me how he really felt, even without using the words he wanted to. It was hard," she sighed, nodding, "I won't lie. I wanted to walk away. I didn't want to be treated that way, especially by Lewis, but I knew. I knew who he really was and what he really wanted, and it was the same thing I wanted. We wanted each other. It didn't take long for us to apologize and to come back together to grieve our loss. And we are closer because of it."




The Falls of Jamaica



Sherry and Corey planned this trip for months and now the day was finally here. Their plane lands at the airport in Montego Bay and after they claim their luggage and clear customs, the couple jumps into a luxury limo for the hour long drive to Ocho Rios. 

Being the only two people in the limo they find time to stretch out on the cushy, leather seats. There's a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice with the following note. 

"Here's hoping your trip starts off on the right foot," but there's no card to say who it's from. 

With a "pop" of the cork, they open the bottle and pour the Champagne in the glasses provided. Clinking their glasses, they make a toast, 

"Let us live, love and fuck like rabbits." 

Both laugh at the silly toast.

Drinking the champagne, her thoughts are turning to sex. She wonders if it's the champagne talking, or perhaps it's the heat from outside or maybe the thought of seven glorious days basking in the Jamaican sun. 

They finish the bottle of champagne just as the limo turns into the long drive to her hotel. The flowing rows of hibiscus welcome them while their perfume permeates the limo. The couple checks in and are escorted to their room by a beautiful woman named Alexandra. 

She shows them around the room, waves a hand at the king-sized four poster bed, complete with canopy. The separate living room, with French doors that open to a private balcony, which has a spectacular view of the large white sandy beach. Yet another set of French doors opens to the large whirlpool tub that sits outdoors along with an outdoor shower, 

"All of which is completely private," she says with a wink. 

They both smile at her, knowing that they will both get full use. 

Just prior to leaving, Alexandra informs them that she will be their 'personal care' assistant during the stay and that if they need anything, to just call her at extension 77. She laughs as she says. 

"Extension 69 was already taken." again with her sexy smile and another wink. 

They decide it's time to start their vacation and with a pat on her perfectly shaped ass, he suggests that they put on their swim suits and go to the pool. 

She quickly removes her clothes and says, 

"Okay, I'm ready."

He turns to look at her standing there completely naked. Never being one to look away, he takes his time looking at her from head to toe and back up again. Her exquisite body causes his cock to stir. He can feel it begin to rise and throb. 

She notices it as well, but she's feeling devilish, saying 

"C'mom. Let's go!" and heads towards the door.

He grabs her arm pulling her towards him and kisses her long and hard. She pulls away,looks up at him and smiles before saying,

"Hmm, that was nice. I hope there's more of that later." 

She then grabs her robe and walks out the door. 

Staring at her in amazement, he asks, 

"Aren't you forgetting something?." 

"Oh, yes. How could I forget," she replies and grabs her copy of Vogue magazine. 

Shaking his head, he thinks to himself, What a truly fantastic woman. Quickly, he puts on a suit and follows her out the door. 

They walk around the grounds of their resort, taking notice of the many bars and restaurants. The Cabana Bar, the Lobby Bar, the Sports Bar and what's sure to be a personal favorite, the Pool Bar. 

It was already full with people, so they found a sunny spot to lie down at and got the attention of a waitress who was making her rounds. Ordering the local specialty drink (rum, pineapple juice and triple sec) served with the obligatory pastel umbrella, they again toast to whatever their vacation brings. 

The next day they decide to venture out. After talking to the locals who them told about a beautiful waterfall that's hidden away from the normal tourist paths, they contact Alexandra and ask if she's aware of this place and can she help with transportation. 

With a quick nod and the now familiar smile and wink, Alexandra makes arrangements so that they can venture out that afternoon. She tells them to wear something that they won't care if it gets dirty, as it's a short hike through the dense rain forest. 

They head back to their suite and get ready for their adventure. He quickly removes his clothes and catches her looking at his nakedness. 

Sherry tries to look away, but is drawn to Corey's cock. Knowing that she's looking turns him on and his cock begins to stir. Not wanting to waste a good opportunity, she reaches over and begins to stroke it. Her hands feel good. So good that he's thinking to himself that the hike will have to wait. 

He helps her out of your bikini and sarong, exposing her perfect breasts. His hands move across each breast, taking her nipples in each and gently pulls on them with thumb and forefingers. He kisses her deeply. 

Just as hey start to explore each other's body, they hear a slight cough and knock on the door. Looking up, they see Alexandra's head poking around the door to advise them that the cab is ready, again with her infectious smile and wink. 

Slightly embarrassed, the couple gets on their junk clothes and follows her to the waiting cab. It's not the limo we arrived in, but rather a VW van. A throw back from the late 60's. Surprisingly, it starts on the first try and she takes us away. 

She drives east and a little south, talking about the scenery along the way. During the conversation, she tells them that she's lived all over the world, but has settled here. She continues to drive further before stopping to get a few beverages for the hike. 

Alexandra informs them that the hike is wet, but not dangerous and suggests that they could make some mixed drinks to take along with. After the quick stop to make their beverage purchase, they continue on. During the ride, Alexandra talks more about the island and the local people.

Sherry finds herself listening less and less, and staring more and more at Alexandra. Her perfectly tanned body and shapely figure, her lips, so supple. While Sherry's thought about being with a woman before, she's never actually acted upon it. Sherry is surprised at the thoughts raging through her mind. 

Just then, Alexandra abruptly turns right and Sherry finds herself in Alexandra's lap. She apologizes for the sudden turn and mentions that she lost concentration and almost missed her turn. When Corey asked if she's okay to drive, Alexandra only nods yes, then adds

"I can't get you two out of my head." She winks and smiles. 

Corey asks somewhat surprised, 

"Us?" 

"Yes. I feel bad, but I saw you two in your room, just before I knocked. Well, actually, I watched for a couple of minutes first." 

Having heard what Alexandra said, Sherry leans up and kisses her on the cheek, telling her, 

"We like you too." 

Corey leans forward and helps Sherry back to her seat, but sees something in her eyes that he had never seen before. A certain look of lust. 

Alexandra stops the van and announces that they've arrived, or as close as they can get. Together, they exit the van, leaving all their inhibitions behind and grab their drinks. 

The hike is more of a walk up a gently sloping hill. Lush flora and fauna surrounds the trail and the pungent smell of flowers fills the air. Corey picks a couple of flowers and places them in each woman's hair, tucking them behind the ear. 

Sherry laughs at the silly romantic gesture, but kisses him anyways. He looks up at Alexandra and watches as her hands reach up to her chest and neck. He breaks their kiss and starts again on the hike. 

The further they go up the hill, the wetter it becomes and their footing becomes slippery. A few steps further, Corey slips and falls down, his clothes a muddy mess. 

Both women laugh out loud at his clumsiness and Corey grabs Sherry by the ankle and gives a little tug, pulling her down to join him in the muddy puddle. 

Alexandra laughs even louder. Sherry decides that it's only fair if they are all muddy, so she grabs ahold of her and pulls her down as well. She lets out a slight shriek as she falls down and Sherry scoops up some mud and tosses it at her. 

Pretending to be mad, Alexandra scoops up her own handful of mud and flings it back at Sherry, and then jumps on top of her, pressing her mud covered shirt into her face, laughing and giggling like a young girl. 

Sherry's breasts are pressing against Alexandra's, making her excited. She feels a familiar sensation in her pussy, one that longs to be relieved. 

Sherry surprises Alexandra as she aggressively turns and rolls her to her back. Now it's her body pressing against Alexandra's, their breasts pressing against each other. She brings her thigh up between Sherry's thighs. 

Sherry can feel the pressure of her knee against her pussy, making her ache for further touching. She looks down at Alexandra, staring into her eyes and she sees it in hers too, the longing, the burning desire to be touched and more. 

Sherry knows that she wants to continue, more touching, more teasing, more everything, but the moment passes and everyone starts laughing hysterically. 

Alexandra scoops up some mud and tells Sherry about the therapeutic benefits of a mud bath. She then rubs her hands together and places them on her arms, sliding them up to her exposed shoulders. She holds Sherry for a brief moment, then rubs mud on her as well. 

Alexandra starts on her arms, then up to her shoulders and neck. Watching her every move, Sherry finds herself even more attracted to this exotic woman. She asks her to use more mud on her. Alexandra scoops up more and repeats her movements. 

Corey continues to stare in awe at these two sexy women and wants to be a part of the experience, but doesn't want to ruin the moment either. 

Alexandra she suggests that they continue the hike, seeing as they are all already muddy, there was no reason to walk cautiously. They all take a big swallow of their drinks and move on. 

The path narrows and is slick with moss and mud. Every step becomes an adventure. While they were never in danger of getting hurt, they were rapidly losing their footing. Each of them take turns slipping and falling, getting muddier then before and still laughing at the other's misfortune.

Almost to the end, Alexandra encourages Sherry and Corey further, telling them that they can wash their clothes if we want to. 

Suddenly the trail ends. The young couple stares at the most beautiful falls either had ever seen. The water cascading 40 feet down into a deep pool. Awed by the sight, neither of them notice that Alexandra had left their side until they hear a splash in the water. 

Turning towards the noise, they see that Alexandra has removed her clothes and is swimming towards the falls. She motions for them to join in and then turns and swims through the falls. 

Excited and nervous, Sherry quickly removes her clothes and dives in. Corey quickly follows. He is surprised at the warmth of the water. He swims up behind Sherry, grasping her in his arms and tells her how beautiful she looks.

Sherry pulls the wet strands of hair from her face as she treads water, then kisses him. They decide that it might be better if they try to find their hostess. They swim towards the falls and plunge through. 

The water batters them as they swim and Corey dives beneath the pounding water and swims through. A short distance further he emerges into a small cave behind the falls with Sherry popping through a moment later. 

They see Alexandra sitting there waiting for them, completely naked. Her hand snakes down between her legs and she smiles at them and says, 

"I've been wanting to do this since you checked in to the resort." 

They stand on the rocks and watch as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Sherry's hands reach back towards Corey, feeling his cock already hard. She wants to feel it in her pussy, but she can't take her eyes off the naked woman in front of her. 

Sherry can feel herself becoming wet. She can feel the desire, the sexual tension building deep within her. She knows now that she cannot resist this woman. Corey is mesmerized by the intensity of Alexandra's moans as her fingers play with her clit, becoming Sherry to come closer. 

Sherry watches her crook her fingers and spreading her legs wider, inviting Sherry to visit her smoothly shaved pussy. She closes her eyes and leans back against the smooth rock waiting, wanting.

Sherry can't resist touching herself and then Alexandra. She reaches for her leg and Alexandra, opens her eyes, staring at her with wanton desire, then at Corey, searching for approval. 

She leans forward, taking Sherry's head in her hands and holds her. She bends her face close to hers, their eyes searching each other's, making sure that they both want it as badly as the other. 

Alexandra presses her lips to Sherry's, kissing her softly at first, but with more intensity as the minutes tick by. 

Alexandra pulls away and leans back, spreading her legs a little wider, pulling Sherry with her. She lays on top of her naked body, her mind is racing, what should she do? But sexual desire and instinct take over. 

Sherry kisses her belly, moving down lower and lower. Her hands reach up to touch Alexandra's breasts, caressing them, just as she likes having it done to her. She looks up, only briefly and motions for Corey to join. 

Lost in the moment, Sherry looks back at him with a lusty smile as he moves up behind her. Corey gently slides his fingers across her clit, feeling her wetness. Sherry returns her attention to Alexandra, looking into her eyes for approval. She smiles as she places her hands on Sherry's head and guides her to her own pussy. 

It's so wet and smooth, thinks Sherry. While she's never gone down on a woman before, she knows exactly what do to. Alexandra lets out a soft moan as Sherry's tongue glides up and down her clit. Taking that as encouragement, Sherry hungrily licks her harder and faster. 

Corey is amazed at the intensity of his lovers movements, at her eagerness to please this woman. Alexandra's soft purrs turn to loud moans and he becomes even more excited. 

Sherry's own pussy juices are flowing down her thighs and Corey can no longer resist as he moves his head between her legs and sucks on her clit, taking her pussy lips deep into my mouth. 

It's unlike any other sensations she's ever experienced and it's starting to drive Sherry wild. 

Alexandra is nearing her climax as her moans have turned to earthly groans. Her orgasm is building, deep from her loins and she begins to grind against Sherry's mouth, which turns Sherry on more than she ever thought possible. 

Alexandra's moans and grinds and Corey's tongue and hands are becoming too much for Sherry to handle, but she doesn't want to break away from her pussy. On a mission to make this woman cum, and cum hard, Sherry uses every ounce of concentration she has. 

The small cave is echoing with the sounds of lust, the sounds of three people all nearing a moment of ecstasy that none of them had imagined possible. The falls behind them add to the intensity of the moment, its loud thunder of thousands of gallons of water falling forty feet, crashing into the pool below. 

At that moment both Alexandra and Sherry begin to cum. Lifting her ass off the floor of the cave, Alexandra grasps Sherry's head in her hands, holding her, not letting you go and not wanting her to stop. 

As she bucks wildly with her orgasm, Corey increases the pressure of his tongue on Sherry's pussy, sliding his thumb deep inside her, finding the infamous G spot. The feeling is sensational, as Sherry screams out his name as she cums.

"Oh Yes. Oh Fuck Corey, that feels so good. I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming!"

Corey's own orgasm takes little time as he's been stoking his cock while licking Sherry's pussy. He inserts his cock into her drenched hole, barely giving her time to come down from her orgasm. His strokes keep her stimulated and she can feel another orgasm building. 

Alexandra watches as he grabs her hips and fucks with a reckless abandon. She gazes into Sherry's eyes again, smiling, knowing that she's getting close. She leans in, kisses her on the mouth, their tongues swirling with the others. 

Corey tells Sherry that he's about ready to cum, so she reaches between her legs, placing two fingers on her clit and explodes into another earth shaking orgasm. 

Her moans have put Corey over the top and he pulls his cock out, stroking it until he explodes his cum on her back and over her shoulder. 

Alexandra rubs his hot cum all over Sherry's body before licking her fingers to taste his essence.

Weak in the knees, Corey has to hold onto the floor so he doesn't fall down. 

Alexandra looks at them with her now familiar smile and of course, a wink, saying,

"Welcome to Jamaica Mon!"