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Cousins

By: plesmone



The curtains of the cheap motel couldn't prevent the light from coming into the room. An uneven pattern fell across his chest as the neon signs alternated on and off. As I ran my hand over his chest I tried to remember why I had come with him. As my hand came to the sheet, I slowly pulled it down until he was uncovered. His cock was partially erect and laying to one side toward me. Even partially erect, his manhood was impressive. I slowly reached out and touched the shaft as I remembered how he had satisfied me completely throughout the night. 

After 3 years of searching I had finally found a relative. For an orphan, that was like striking gold. Jon was a first cousin on my mother's side. I had hung on every word Jon spoke about his aunt, my mother. Somewhere in the two months of drinking in memories, a certain comfort had come to both of us. I spent as much time as possible with him trying to become part of his life - his family. All those thoughts went flooding through my mind as I carefully surveyed his wonderful cock. Jon stirred slightly as I ran my fingers down the shaft and cupped his balls. "Why not," I thought as I drew closer to the exposed head. I preferred a nice circumcised cock like Jon's-nothing clocked and hiding. The shaft of his penis reached out from two large sacks up to the exposed bulb at the top. The top was 'helmet' shaped with the bottom ridge containing the sensitive nerve endings. 

Slowly I leaned over until my lips were touching the head of the penis. As I ran my tongue lightly down the shaft, Jon shifted his position and brought his hand down on top of my head, but did not wake. I suppressed a laugh, parted my lips and worked back up the shaft. His dick was starting to stir and straighten as I reached the top. I pulled up on the shaft slightly as I brought the head of his cock past my lips into my mouth. Running my tongue over the head and across the sensitive nerve ending brought Jon instantly awake. I increased the pressure on his cock - sucking and repositioning his massive prick in my mouth as he groaned loader. He was wide-awake now! I could feel his hands on my head as he directed my mouth up and down his fully erect cock. Suddenly, he pulled me off, reached down and lifted my leg and bottom across his chest. I pulled up on my knees and pushed my pussy back until I could feel his face between my legs and his lips and tongue starting to explore my wet and waiting cunt.

His hands grabbed hold of my ass as I felt his stiff tongue part the folds of my pussy and rake the entire length of my wet cunt. I could feel the warm shivers start from deep within as his lips closed around my clit. It's funny, at that moment when pleasure was mounting and I sucked and licked Jon's stiff dick; my mind suddenly went back to the last year I spent in the orphanage. 

We were sent to camp for a week each summer - you know, poor kids get to see nature and all that. After the counselors fell asleep, a group of us would slip out of the cabins and go down to the lake. We would smoke, tell outrageous stories about boys, mess around for a couple of hours and head back before anyone discovered we had slipped out. One night as I was making my way to the lake I heard really strange sounds from the boat rack. Silently, I made my way toward the sounds. As I approached the boat rack, I could see the orange life preserves laid out on the beach like a blanket. In the full moon light, I could see the camp nurse, Miss Trison, completely nude. It looked like she was sitting on pair of hairy legs, her head bobbing up and down as her ass stuck up in the air. 

As I crept closer I could see her hands wrapped around a long cock. I had never seen a blowjob before and was amazed at the sight. She was sucking for all she was worth on some guy's dick-not blowing at all, sucking!! After sucking a few minuets, she would jerk her head back, letting his wet cock slip out of her mouth, and moan deeply. Then she would attack his prick like an animal - licking and sucking and running her hand up the shaft and over the top. There was something scary about the whole thing, but at the same time exciting! I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she sucked him off. The guy was trying to say something, but I couldn't make it out. She didn't seem to even hear him. Trison just kept sucking and licking his huge cock. Suddenly, his cock shot a thick stream of white stuff across her check and onto her shoulder. She grabbed his dick with both hands and rammed it into her mouth. She sucked so hard that I could see her checks form pockets. She then let his dick slip out of her mouth as she tilted her head back and let out a really loud cry. Startled, I took off running. My legs were weak and it seemed like I was running in slow motion. I don't know if they heard me, but no one came after me. 

As I was remembering all that and how I couldn't figure out what he was doing to her, I became aware that Jon's tongue had been replaced by two fingers stroking in and out of my wet pussy as his tongue slid back and forth on my clit. As I felt my climax start, Jon's balls tightened and his cock drove past my lips into my mouth - shooting a load of hot cum. Like Miss Trison before me, I sucked the warm cum from Jon's cock as a wave of sheer pleasure exploded through me and as my muscles tighten, I threw back my head and let out scream.

The next morning Jon and I left the motel and headed south down the highway. About 3 miles outside of town, Jon turned down a dirt road lined with corn. As the pickup truck climbed the slight hill, I could see a big white house sitting at the top. "Is this it?" I asked, as we turned into the drive of old farm building. 

"Yes, this is the old place." Jon's voice trailed off as he pulled the truck to a stop in front of the house. 

His folks, my aunt and uncle, were killed in an automobile accident two years ago. He told me that his little sister had continued living there trying to make a living dairy herding. Jon opened the front door and called out into the house. "Gwen, Gwen. We're here. Where are you girl?" As we stepped into the front room there was a stirring noise coming from down the hall. A slender girl came into the room. "I don't suppose you brought any coffee or sugar with you?" she asked as she grabbed hold of her brother. Jon took her into his arms, giving her a hug and a kiss on the back of her neck. "You don't need caffeine and I'm all the sugar you'll ever need!" Jon chided as she pushed back from his hold. 

"Let go. I want to see my cousin!" She turned toward me looking straight into my eyes and place her hand on my arm, "So, this is Jill, I'll be damned!" 

Gwen looked about 19 years old. Her long blond hair was on the fine side, sliding across the side of her face as she talked. I couldn't help stare at her. She had deep green eyes, a small nose, and full lips. She was wearing a ribbed t-shirt, which revealed two perfectly round breasts with erect nipples. Her legs seemed long and well defined as they jetted out from her boxer shorts. Now, I never have thought of myself as bi or anything. Oh, there was a little fooling around with some of the girls in the dorm, but for the most part I liked men-or so I thought. 

Jon stepped between us and put his arms around our necks and started walking us toward the kitchen. "A little food please! The two of you can get to know each other better after dinner, ok!" Gwen just laughed and poked him in the side, "Shut up and start cooking!" 

After dinner, Gwen called me over to the couch to look at old picture albums. We curled up next to each other as she told me about the people in the photographs. I found that she laughed easily and had a pretty smile. Each time she turned the page of the large album, her top gaped open revealing her breast. Her skin was smooth and warm against my arm as we sat close to each other. After a while, I was consumed with my cousin - firm round breasts, soft perfect skin, the light scents from her shampoo. 

"Where's Jon?" I asked as I looked around the room. 

"His down at the local watering hole. Probable catching up with some of his old buddies." Gwen replied as she placed the album on to the floor. Turning her body toward me, she took a handful of hair from the side of my face and slowly let the strains fall through her fingers. As my heart began to race a bit, I felt flushed and a little nervous. She must have seen my misgiving, for she removed her hand from my hair and smiled. "Jill, I have to tell you that I am very attracted to you. You are very beautiful. I don't mean to offend you in any way, but I wanted to let you know how I feel... because I believe you may feel the same way too." 

My heart damn near stopped beating. I had to force myself to breath. Yes! I did feel deeply attracted, but I didn't think it showed. So much raced through my mind, that I didn't know what to do. She slowly leaned forward and kissed me. Her kiss was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her full lips were soft, but perfectly fitted to my lips, like we were suppose to fit together. As her tongue parted my lips, I felt her small hands caress my breasts. The sensation is hard for me to describe. Where ever she touched came alive; my lips, my breasts, and my nipples - it was incredible! I found myself kissing her back and reaching out to touch this beautiful girl. My heart pounded inside me as her lips drew back from mine. To my surprise, I heard myself whisper, "Gwen, I don't know what to do." She just smiled and reaching down pulled her t-shirt up and over her long blond hair. "Trust me. Just let it happen," she replied as she reached forward and started undoing the buttons on my shirt.

I kissed her neck and shoulder my as she leaned into me to push my shirt back off my shoulders. I could feel her smooth hands glide over my shoulders and arms as the shirt fell to the floor. Her hands smoothly released the strap from my bra and tossed it to floor. As we kissed again, I could feel her breasts brush and push against mine - hard, erect nipples touching and taunting each other. My hand explored her smooth back. Soon my fingers parted the elastic waistband of her boxer shorts and my hands glided across her firm butt and up the sides. As I excitedly took in every touch and sensation, Gwen's hands unfastened the buttons to my jeans. Soon her fingers found their way between the silk panties and my waiting skin.

Slowly, I pushed Gwen back onto the coach and pulled her boxer shorts off. She just smiled as I took in her beauty. I reached out and gently ran my hands across her breasts and nipples down across her stomach and brushing past her mounds onto her inner thighs. Damn! My breath was quick and I felt flushed all over. I wanted her and just as she had said, I just let it happen. My mouth quickly engulfed her small tit and nipple. I came close to putting all of her round A cup into my mouth as I sucked up onto her nipple. I could feel Gwen shift her position and move her hand onto my head as I sucked and brought my stiff tongue across her nipple. "She must be really sensitive," I thought as I sucked harder and then quickly changed over to the other breast. Her movement intensified as she pushed me off her tit. I then moved my lips and tongue on down her tight abs and lifting her leg to the side, kissed her inner thigh up to the outer edge of her pussy. 

Gwen sat up and slid down until her butt was nearly off the cushion; her legs spread far apart as she presented herself to me. The mounds of her pussy were slightly parted, revealing a waiting entrance. A very light patch of blond hair sat neatly perched, pointing the way. As I leaned in toward her, I took in the fragrance of her pussy. The smell was sweat and exciting. As I ran my finger up her slit to her clit, I could feel her wetness announcing her excitement. Slowly I brought my lips and mouth to her pussy and tasted her warm juices. I was surprised - my tongue and lips were strangers to a woman's anatomy! It was exciting to explore each fold and mound till my tongue found her wet hole. Separating her folds with my fingers, I licked and sucked up to her clit and gently prodded the sensitive area. As my lips seduced her clit, my fingers, one at first and then two, enter her and felt the soft tissue, warm and well lubricated. I could feel her muscles tighten against my fingers as I moved in and out of her. 

Gwen's body was moving in rhythm to my constant attention to her cunt. The quicker she moved, the faster I stroked her pussy and licked around her clit. As my other hand gently messaged her tummy from the light patch of hair up, I could feel her hands caressing her breasts. Her back arched and she pressed her mound against my face as she came. I was so excited that I think I could have cum without being touched! As I fell back onto the floor I could see Gwen's breasts rise and fall with each big breath. "Shit! I thought I was going to have a stroke or something! Four times!! I came four times - you are good, cousin. You need a reward, and as soon as my poor heart settles, I think…" 

At that moment, Jon came half walking and half bumping into the room. "Sis, Cus," Jon announced in a slurred voice as he wrestled with his belt. "Damn, you girls sure look good! Just let me get my." With that, Jon just folded up as neatly as a paper doll and collapsed to the floor. 

"He's drunker than a skunk!" Gwen laughed as she sat down next to me and put her arm around my neck. "You know, when he's drunk like this he's a little docile, but he can still get it up." I could feel Gwen's body against me, soft and warm, but I remembered Jon's great big cock too. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. Gwen turned and kissed me lightly on the cheek, "Come with me Cus, and lets have a real family reunion!" 

With that we moved over to Jon and as I removed his shoes. Gwen finished unfastening his belt, undid the snap, and slowly unzipped his jeans. "What you do'n girlie?" Jon asked through a drunken laugh. She pulled his jeans down as I pulled on the legs until the jeans came sliding off. I came up next to Gwen as I watched her run her hand over the length of his cock through his shorts. "My brother's really hung you know" Gwen whispered. I couldn't take my eyes off her hand as it massaged his shaft to life, "Yah, I know." I said as I stared at the movement of her hand. Gwen just laughed. She turned around so she faced me and slowly lowered her pussy onto the stirring prick. As she slid her cunt up and down his cock, Gwen brought her hands to my breasts, caressed my nipples and kissed me again.

As Gwen kissed me, she rocked over her brother's cock, running her pussy from his balls up to the end of his prick. Jon had placed both hands on his sister's hips and was muttering something I couldn't understand. Soon, Gwen got off Jon and surveyed her work. "Yes sir, now that's a cock!" she announced as she traced his erect shaft. Slowly she slid his short off to reveal Jon's wonderful cock strong and strait, ready for action. "Let me get him ready for you Jill" Gwen whispered as she slid down to his side. She licked the entire length of his shaft and then sucked his left nut into her mouth. I came up on the other side and took my cousin's prick into my hand. I kissed the very end of his cock and with a smooth motion, let his cock slide past my lips into my mouth. As I sucked his dick, Gwen licked and sucked his balls. I couldn't stand it - I got on top of Jon and guided his stiff cock into my waiting pussy. As he fucked me, Gwen positioned herself in front of me so Jon could eat her wet, wet pussy. Somehow in all this intertwining, moving flesh, Gwen's hands found my breasts, nipples, hair, and pussy; her lips kissed my shoulders, neck and face. She was rubbing all over my body, caressing and heightening my sensations as an orgasm shot through me! I never knew I could cum like this - multiple waves of pleasure exploding, wave after wave. Jon's cock was out of me and was pressing against the crack of my butt. I could feel his cock stain as he shot a load of cum onto my back and down my side several times. I took Gwen's face in my hands and kissed her lips long and passionately. I loved my new family!

Cousins



She was only nineteen and just moved in with her cousin. He a few years older he needed a roommate and who else better than his favorite cousin. She secretly wanted to move in so she could monitor what he did with his time. She fantasized about him all the time. They shared a bed for the first week until her bed came from the store and then some times when he was scared of the dark. She would lay there every night and want nothing more than to jump on top of him and ride his hard cock until he came hard in her. She never would tell a single soul of her deepest fantasies let alone let them happen.

She would temp him every chance she had. She would wait until she herd the key click in the door of the apartment and then she would be standing just inside the door way with just a shirt on bending over to pick up her book she had dropped. A few times she had gotten a pat on the ass or a smart comment about if they were not cousins he would have to take her right there. She would just stand up and say how gross he was. She would also take a shower and wait till he was looking to walk bare from the bathroom to the room. She teased him and gave him peeks hoping he would just take her and fuck her hard like she wanted.

He always was drawn to her even as small kids. They shared every moment together. There first story filled the room as well as every sexual experience they had ever had. He wanted her more than he would allow himself to admit. He didn't need her to move in to help with rent he needed her to move in so he can watch her and fantasize about her. He would demand she sleep with him at night saying he was scared of the dark or that he was lonely and needed someone to sleep next to. With total disbelief she would sleep right next to him almost every time he asked. He would lie there hard as he ever was thinking of a way to accidentally touch her and her to accidentally touch him as well.

He saw her several times in the full nude. Standing there her short body as beautiful as he have seen. She was short at only 5'3", but she made up for it with everything else. Her tits were huge for her size. She had always had big breast and he made fun of her trying not to let her know all he wanted was to have them all to himself. Her hair was straight and down her back. Her eyes the color green that would mesmerize you for hours. He was madly in love with everything she had. Her plump firm ass, her slender toned legs. He wanted her to give herself to him and let him take her for everything that she had. 

The day came when she couldn't take it anymore. She had slept in his bed that night and had at one point in the night saw his hard cock through the sheet. It was so large and hard. She wanted to take it into her mouth and suck him until he woke up and shoved her on top of his cock. Instead she just brushed it slightly. It twitched at her touch and she could see the tip wetter the sheet with a spot of pre-cum. This excited her and she felt her pussy throb into life. She got out of his bed and went to her own finding herself sliding her fingers in and out of her tight soft pussy over and over again thinking about her cousins hard cock deep inside her. She waited until he was gone for work and made a plan for the day and how she would seduce her cousin to her pussys needs. Ten minutes before he was do home she hopped into the shower. Made sure it was hot and steamy and soaked her body. She washed her pussy slipping a finger in then back out. When she herd the key turn in the lock she jumped and knew it was time. She slipped on a white button shirt and watched as the water soaked into the shirt making it see thru. She held her breath and waited a minute her body shaking slightly in anticipation.

She hesitated slightly, a little from excitement and a lot from being completely horrified of being rejected. She opened her shirt so her large breast could bee seen with the slightest bit of movement. Looking forward she seen herself in the mirror looking back. Her hair wet from the shower, dangled loosely down her face and half past her back. Her lips were wet and pink from the heat of the shower. Her body glistened with droplets of water. Looking at herself made her aware of how turned on she really was. Her nipples were harder than they have ever been, her just shaved pussy was already dripping and throbbing with her thoughts. With a deep breath she left the bathroom and walked into the living room with just her white shirt and a seductive smile.

He was sitting on the recliner watching television when she walked in. He turned to talk to her and could not help but stare in silence. There in front of him was his cousin looking more seductive than any woman he had ever seen. She walked over to him slowly letting him look her over from head to toe. She smiled and slide her young body on the soft sofa cushion that was directly in front of him. She sat with her legs open slightly just enough to tease. She stretched her arms across the back of the sofa when she asked him if he was busy. Still unable to talk he shook his head back and forth to signal for no. His boxers moved slightly as he grew thinking of what he would love to do to her. She smiled her pussy throbbing hard watching the reaction of her cousin. 

She moved her legs a little more showing her wetness that had left her pussy glossy. He moved a hand to his groined and rubbed slowly locking his honey brown eyes with her green lust filled eyes. She stood up and took off her shirt, it dropped fast to the floor. She was now right in front of her cousin. His eyes level with her dripping wet pussy. He reached his hands out and grabbed her ass pushing her forward towards his outstretched tongue. She moved one leg on the arm of the recliner. One hand pinched and pulled on her nipple as the other moved down to her pussy spreading her lips to expose her swollen clit. His tongue eagerly ran circles around her clit while his finger moved along the inside of her pussy. She moaned moving her hand to the back of his head. Her fingers ran through the length of his hair and stopped at the back of his head pushing it hard into her pussy. He moved his tongue from her clit to her pussy then back to the clit his two fingers running in and out making her moan harder.

She pushed his head away and looked down at him. Smiling she took his fingers to her mouth and sucked tasting her sex. He watched her and felt himself wet his boxers. He took her hand and pushed it on top of his hard now wet cock. She got on her knees and tore the boxers off his body. She looked to see how hard he was for her and how much he wanted her. Looking up at him she sucked his whole cock deep into her mouth down to the base then back up to the tip. His face loosened and he moaned loudly moving his hand to her wet hair and grabbing a handful of hair pushing her mouth harder on his cock. She sucked his cock inside her mouth harder and a little faster. Her hands messaging his balls and her other playing with her soaking wet and throbbing pussy. He started to throb hard in her mouth and she knew he was going to cum. She took her cousins cock out of her mouth and strattled him.

He grabbed her hips and pushed her down on his hard cock. In the same action he thrust his hips up to slam his cock hard into her. He cried out feeling her tight pussy throbbing milking his cock. She gasped and grinded her pussy hard against him. She could feel her cousin throbbing hard cock ready to explode deep inside her pussy. She pushed her nipple into his mouth and demanded he suck it. With no hesitation he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. Rolling his tongue around the nipple and using his teeth to squeeze and pull. She slammed her body down hard on him moaning loudly her pussy throbbing harder milking his cock almost exploding on his cock.

He moved his lips to her mouth and entangled his tongue with hers. For the first time they shared a lust filled passionate kiss. She bounced up and down of his cock harder and faster as he explored her mouth with his tongue. He began to thrust harder into her matching with her driving himself harder faster and deeper into her so tight and wet pussy. She broke off the kiss to scream out his name. He slammed her pussy hard onto him. His cock was about to explode. She felt her pussy tighten locking tight around his cock. She could feel her body tense and her eyes close and she exploded on her cousins cock. With the sensation of her clenching his cock with her pussy he himself felt his body tense as he shot a large load into her pussy. She milked his cock with her pussy muscles feeling his cum fill her pussy all she could do was want more. He let his grip go on her ass and relaxed moaning and looking up at his amazing cousin. She looked down at his her pussy still throbbing and moving her hips around and around pulling on his cock from base up then back again. She bent down and kissed him again loving the feeling of his mouth touching her and his tongue messaging hers. 

He was still inside her when he began to get hard again. She moaned softly into his mouth feeling him get harder in her now wetter pussy. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. He smiled and bucked his now hard cock into her deep tight pussy. She moaned loudly and felt herself cum hard. Her cum dripped down her pussy over his balls and he could feel her warm cum run past his ass hole. The sensation made his cock throb hard and he pulled her down and whispered into her ear. She came again harder this time her whole body shaking against his.

She stood up over him her pussy dripping with wet warm cum both hers and his and pulled her cousin off the recliner and led him towards the bedroom. Just as they were passing the door he wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed his cock deep into her ass. She gasp and braced herself against the closet door. Just then the door swung open and there is shock was her father and step mother.



Cousins



Every one in a while, you have one of those kinds of experiences that simply stay with you in memory forever. This is one of mine.

Every year for as long as I could remember we would travel down to visit with my Cousins Brenda and her older sister Marsha. Don't get me wrong, I really enjoyed visiting with them, but I was a senior in High School and rather than travel off to visit my cousins over spring break, I wanted desperately to stay home instead. Brenda and I were the same age, but Marsha was two years older and had been attending College at a nearby University though still living at home.

As I had a girlfriend of course, the last thing I wanted to do then was travel with my mother and my Uncle, since he was coming up to get us. I said and did everything I could think of to get out of the trip, but it was totally useless. Resigned to it then, the only thing that would make the trip easier to stand was when I learned Brenda would be coming up with my Uncle to share the ride back with me. At least I'd have someone to visit with during the long fourteen-hour drive.

Admittedly, I hadn't seen either of my cousins for a couple of years. And it was one of the arguments made for going this time. We'd missed visiting with them the year before as my Uncle had been out of town on business during the time we would normally have gone to see them. So as it was, I was a little curious to see how my two cousins had been doing. We'd been very close ever since we were kids, and that closeness still remained over the course of the years.

They arrived late in the afternoon, and as it was going to be a quick turnaround trip for all of us, there was very little time to do anything but have a quick dinner and chat for a while and then head to bed early as my Uncle was planning on leaving at O'dark-thirty. 

The first thing I noticed was how much Brenda had truly changed over the course of two and a half years basically. I had remembered her as being fairly "chubby" most of her life, thick glasses and mousy brown hair. The Woman that greeted me at our door was as different as night and day. For one, Brenda had colored her hair, and was now a blonde. Secondly, she'd changed over to wearing contacts, which made a hell of a difference in her looks right there. But the biggest, and I mean biggest difference was the fact that she had shed several pounds, and hadn't lost her bust line in the process. Brenda had always had fairly large breasts to begin with, as did her sister Marsha. But the fact that she wasn't the same old chubby cousin I once knew made a remarkable difference in her appearance as well as her self-esteem and her attitude. 

"Well cousin. How've you been?" She said giving me a perfunctory kiss, a hug and a huge bright white smile. 

"Wow Brenda, you've sure changed since the last time I saw you!" I mean I said the obvious, true. But we'd always been open with one another since we were kids, and to state anything different now when I was obviously thinking it wouldn't have been me, or us for that matter.

"So....you do like the new me then huh?"

"Yea. You look great!" I said having been caught looking at her breasts momentarily.

Once when we were a lot younger in years, Brenda had blackened both of my eyes once for teasing her about her then "budding" boobies by having swung a garden hose at me, and hitting me across the face.

"No "tit" jokes this time huh? She said.

And I caught the meaning as well as the memory. "Nope, not this time kiddo." And I meant it too. 

My Uncle had driven up in a truck and camper. So at least Brenda and I would have some time to sit and visit on the drive without having to sit and listen to my mother and her father. Suddenly the trip wasn't looking all that bad, and we had some serious catching up to do anyway.

As we had a fairly small home, my mother of course took their bedroom, (Dad was away on business), and I gave up my room so that Brenda would have a bed to sleep in, taking a sleeping bag and a pad for myself in the front-room on the floor. My Uncle took what was called the Guest Room downstairs in a mostly unfinished basement except for that one spare bedroom. At ten o'clock then, everyone turned in as we were getting up so early. But ten was way too early for me under any circumstances. I lay on the floor in the dark for nearly an hour trying to get to sleep, but wasn't having much luck doing it. A few minutes later I heard someone approaching in the darkness from the back bedrooms and immediately knew that it had to be Brenda. Obviously she was having the same difficulty sleeping that I was. Though I was only wearing my shorts, I wasn't too worried about Brenda's coming in to see me. After all as I mentioned, we'd seen each other in various states of undress over the years anyway. Though probably not down to bra's, panties, and boxer shorts as I was now wearing perhaps. 

I flipped the sleeping bag over myself, still sitting half in and half out of the bag when she came into the room and plopped down on the mat beside me. Brenda was wearing a yellow "baby-doll" nightgown, but with the darkness and her being my cousin, there wasn't anything real weird about seeing her like this. Only that she'd "obviously" changed since I had last seen her, and hadn't expected to see her wearing something quite as "sexy" as the nightgown was. But I put that thought behind me quickly however, reminding myself she was my cousin, and though we were close, her being seen wearing it in front of me was no big deal to her either.

"Couldn't sleep." She whispered to me as she sat down. "You?"

"Nope. Me neither." I replied. "Besides, we can sleep most of the way back to your place. Riding out back in the camper will have some advantages I guess."

I had to admit, with Brenda sitting cross-legged so close to me, it was still easy to make out the fact that her breasts were pressing against the material of that fairly sheer yellow nightgown. And I was a little surprised that even after two years she still felt comfortable around me to wear it without so much as a worry or concern I might be "thinking" about her obvious assets just sitting beneath it.

"It will give us a chance to talk about 'stuff' too." Brenda added then, continuing on with our conversation.

"Stuff?" I picked up. Curious a little then as to what 'stuff' she might be referring too.

I could tell she was hedging on starting any conversation about whatever was bothering her. Obviously she'd intended on talking about it with me during the ride instead. But I pressed her anyway.

"Come on Brenda, now you've got my curiosity all fired up. What stuff?"

"Don't know if this is the best time to talk with you about it. But I know once Dad's asleep that an earthquake wouldn't wake him."

I laughed at that. "Yea, mom's that way too."

Maybe that eased her mind somewhat, especially since we'd certainly hear anyone coming along time before they ever made it as far as the living room.

"Remember two years ago, you told me how you and that girl you were seeing were starting to get pretty serious?"

She was talking about Tracy* and though we'd discussed it back then, I was a little embarrassed to tell her we'd not made a whole lot of progress in our relationship until this year. And even then, nothing to write home about basically. Tracy and I still hadn't even gotten off first base with one another yet. 

"Well what I wanted to tell you, believe it or not, was that I was a little bit jealous when you told me that. I know I shouldn't feel that way. After all I am your cousin. But you know how I was back then, certainly didn't look anything like I do now for sure."

"No kidding Brenda!" And I thought she was going to hit me again then, but she gave me a friendly, cousinly shove instead.

"I'm trying to be serious here David!" And I could tell by the inflection of the tone in her voice that she really was trying to be serious too.

"Ok. Ok. Why don't you tell me what's bothering you then?" 

Brenda paused once again taking a deep breath. I could see she was having difficulty trying to come up with the words to whatever it was she was trying to say, so I patiently waited without bugging her about it again.

"Whew!" She said finally. "This is hard. But OK, here it is. I'm sure that by now, you've probably been with a girl."

It wasn't a question exactly, so I didn't answer her either. But I also didn't have the heart to tell her that I was still a virgin, I mean guys didn't admit to it if they were, but certainly loved to brag if they weren't. So I was caught somewhere between the two with her. I was actually more worried that she was about to tell me that she wasn't anymore, and wasn't sure I wanted to hear the details either. Now I was starting to feel a little jealous, and somewhat excited, as I knew we were about to travel down one of those sexual discussion roads. And though I had certainly enjoyed them in the past, talking with both Brenda and Marsha, I wasn't sure I was quite prepared to do so now all things considered.

"The reason I'm asking, is... I've never been with a boy, ever." She waited, letting this one sink in. I started to respond but she cut me off, so I let her continue, still wondering where all of this was going.

"I've started seeing a guy, and though nothings happened in any way shape or form between us, I know that he is experienced, I know his ex-girlfriend, and I know they had 'sex' with each other." Brenda had been talking fairly softly anyway, but the word 'sex' was spoken so softly I almost missed it.

"I'm really worried that he's going to end up dumping me, especially if I don't 'put-out' and I have no intention of doing that anyway. I'm still a 'virgin'. And once again Brenda spoke that word in the same low toned softness, that had I not been leaning even closer to her now than I had been, I'd have missed that one too.

"But what we've talked about, is maybe doing other 'stuff". And so, there was that word again. The other 'stuff' she had been referring to was the question she was eventually going to arrive at and ask me about.

"I'm not sure exactly what 'stuff" you think it is I can help you with." I finally managed to say. And I pulled the top of the sleeping bag up over me more than it had been. I was getting uncomfortably excited sitting here talking to Brenda about all this. And trying to hide a growing erection was soon going to be causing me some real problems.

"David. You and I have always been able to talk about anything right?"

"Yea........" I said, elongating the word to both answer as well as ask the question that was coming next.

"And we have been pretty close. Probably a lot closer than most cousins usually are too."

"And........" Once again, answered, asking.

Brenda one again drew in a deep breath, and paused before continuing. And I was sitting on pins and needles now wondering what the hell she was finally getting at. And excited and anxious to find out what it really was.

"OK. Here it is. I've never even seen a boy's penis before. Not for real anyway. Sure, I've seen 'stuff" in magazines, I've even seen one of those 'porno-books' but seeing that, and seeing a real one are two different things. 

So the big secret was finally out. But the revelation of this was still beyond me, and I wasn't sure what it was that I could say or do......

"What I was wondering was, would you let me see yours?" Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. That was about the last thing I ever expected to hear from my cousin Brenda.

"Your serious? You've never seen a man's cock before?" I was going to say something along the lines of "Your serious, you expect me to show you mine?" But I knew before I even responded, that saying it that way would more than likely end our discussion right then and there. And as excited, as this was all starting to get, that's the last thing I wanted to have happen. And then I used the terms, "mans" and "cock" to put a slightly more naughty emphasis on this increasingly interesting discussion as well.

I know she was blushing. I could still see enough of a color change in her face even in the dark to realize that she was.

"You don't think I'm weird for asking you that?" She finished saying.

"Weird? No. Flattered actually. I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to ask me, and if you really are serious, I don't have any problem with it if you don't."

So. It had taken awhile, but we'd finally gotten there. But now that we were there, the next obstacle was showing her. I was already erect, and was that the way she expected to see it? Or not.

"Ah, before I do show you. I think you need to know that all this talk about sex has me hard already, so if you expected to see it otherwise, it's going to be awhile." I tried to say this sort of tongue in cheek to put her at ease. But to my surprise, she seemed delighted in fact.

"You already have a hard on?" 

Even I hardly ever used that term. We called them "boners" usually. Or "stiffies", but hard -on's were such a strange term to be hearing someone using, especially Brenda. So that now I felt like the one who was the less experienced of the two of us. And I simply nodded my head yes that I did.

What happened next happened so fast and so unexpectedly that I didn't know how to react, and in fact didn't. I figured it would be a simple matter of flipping the sleeping bag cover from off the top of me. As I was wearing boxers, I could already feel and tell that my cock had already long ago slipped through the constantly available opening.

It was Brenda however that suddenly reached down and pulled the cover off her self. But she didn't exactly stop there either. My cock obviously was sticking straight up and out of my shorts, and she did sit there for a moment looking at it, then at me, smiling. I figured the show was about over then, but like a snake to a snake charmer, she continued to sit there staring at "it" at me, until I was starting to feel a little embarrassed by the whole situation that had developed here. When she reached out and actually took me in her hand, I was caught totally unawares and unprepared for it. But not to the point of reacting to her, but in not reacting at all. Once again I seemed frozen in place, in time really. As everything around me seemed to suddenly go blank. All I could see was my cousin Brenda, sitting cross-legged in a see-through yellow nightgown, holding onto my cock, and I was basically paralyzed.

It was when she began to stroke it however that I suddenly seemed to come back down to reality. 

"Brenda?"

She stopped stroking it. And I thought silently to myself. "Stupid ass!"

She looked at me then with a concerned and questioning expression. "Oh David. I'm sorry, I guess I just sort of went, I don't know, went....."

"Brenda, shhhhhhh!" I said. Her voice defiantly having risen to one in which made me fearful even, that we might actually wake my mother at least. "It's Ok, touch me if you want to. I don't mind. Really."

Thankfully, she'd never let go of me. If she had, she might not have touched me after that. But as it was, she continued to fondle my prick, actually exploring it with her mind as much as she was exploring me with her hands. And then she started asking me questions. And that did get a little weird, but extremely exciting as well.

"I'm so surprised at how hard it actually feels. Yet so soft feeling too."

I could only lie there now, watching her play with me. Perhaps too dumbfounded to believe that here we were, lying on the floor in my parents front room with my cousin Brenda jacking me off. Though I'm sure that wasn't her initial intention at the time. 

"Can I see and play with your balls too?"

If I thought I'd been surprised before, I was even more so now with this very frank and very innocently honest request. And besides, who was I to say "No" under these conditions?

I reached down then, and simply pulled my boxers the rest of the way off so that she could see the entire 'package' together. I even bent one leg at the knee to help her accommodate that. And then she leaned over to lie down on her side to look at me. When she did this, she brought her own still pussy clad panties just mere inches away from my face. And then an idea hit me. But hell, I was starting to think with my cock now anyway, and since she was laying here playing with me, I figured "What the hell!" I knew I was taking a gigantic risk here. There was no telling how she was about to respond, but at least I'd never know unless I tried it. So I reached out and slid my finger up the impression of her pussy slit on the outside of her panties. 

Brenda moaned.

I shivered. 

Nervous, scared, frightened in case anyone should walk in and catch us doing this, all rolled up into one.

"You cold?"

"No." 

I could have told her I was nervous, scared, frightened. And that would have ended everything too, possibly. But what I said only intensified everything.

"Excited!"

"You won't think anything less of me for this?" She asked me then.

"Shit!" I thought. Now I was worried.

Was she going to feel guilty afterwards, thinking about what we'd done that we still hadn't yet really been doing?

"Brenda. We are cousins yes. But we've always been close. Probably closer than most, maybe not quite as close as some." I tried making that a half joking statement to ease the tension, and it seemed to work.

"But as close as we are, probably even more so now, especially after this, I assure you, I won't think anything less of you, or us. If anything, I will even feel closer to you than I do now."

Maybe it was more of the way I said it, that what I said. But it seemed to answer her question. And she answered my unspoken one by suddenly standing up and removing her nightgown all together. 

"Holy Shit!" I exclaimed when she stood there entirely naked towering over me.

"Shhhhh!" Was now her turn to caution me to be quiet. "We 'really' need to be careful now." She said. Like I wasn't well aware of that. But immediately toned my own voice down too.

"Oh Brenda! You really do have gorgeous breasts!" And I remember saying that to her as though it were yesterday.

She came over then and began to sit down on me. For a split second, I half wondered if she was going to slip my cock inside her or something. But of course I couldn't even begin to imagine that, but like everything else, wouldn't have stopped her from doing so either. Of course, she didn't and we didn't. But she did position herself so that my cock was resting right up against her cunt when she did. And once again she began playing with it while we talked.

"So you really do like the way my boobs look?"

"Oh yes, they really are beautiful!" I stammered out.

"As pretty as your girlfriends?"

She had me there on that one. And I wasn't about to say I had no idea. So I lied, but I guess it could be considered one of those little white lies as I truly had no idea if they were or if they weren't.

"Every bit as much, if not more so."

Brenda seemed to like that. I could tell by the sudden increased pressure and stimulation of my cock, which she was still busily toying with. I reached up then and cupped both of her breasts. They were after all within easy reach. As I began to massage them and caress them, I saw Brenda close her eyes and begin to experience what I later learned as the first time any boy had ever touched her bare breasts. She had let one other boy "feel her up" before, and he hadn't even been her current boyfriend either. But I didn't learn about this fact until we were in the camper and on the way back to where she and my Uncle lived.

"Will you come for me too?"

I guess I should have been prepared for that one. After everything else that was happening so far, it seemed like a reasonable expectation of what was more than likely going to happen sooner or later. But as had also been the case, I was still caught off guard.




Cousins



"Sure. If you want me to, I will. Will you?" I sort of shot back at her. And finally, I surprised her with one.

But once again she stopped playing with me. And once again I thought to myself that I had inadvertently gone to far with my own request.

"I'm not sure I can." She said.

"Because of me? Because of this? Because of what we're doing you mean?

"No. No. It's just that I haven't ever done that. You know....come."

"You've never had a climax? Ever?"

"I don't think so, no."

I knew that if she'd had one, she'd have known it. "What do you mean you don't think so. Do you masturbate?"

She was blushing again, that was easy enough to see as she sat astride my legs. Our eyes having gotten used to the darkness long ago allowed both of us to see more clearly now.

"Sort of. Sometimes. But I just feel sort of good, but nothing much beyond that. I 'know' that other women have orgasms, I've certainly read about it, but I don't think I ever have had one no."

I pushed for details. After all, here we were talking so frankly and openly about everything. "When you play with yourself, how do you do it?" I asked her bluntly.

Thankfully she kept stroking my cock, but as she talked, either her nervousness or excitement picked up the tempo. And I was starting to have trouble concentrating on my end when she began increasing the strokes on my cock.

"Sometimes I put a pillow between my legs, under the covers in my bed at night, and squeeze them back and forth against it. Sometimes I sort of 'hump' the pillow, as I press my hand against it."

"That's it? That's all you ever do? Don't you just touch your clit with your finger?"

And that time I had gone too far. Brenda got flustered, and stopped playing with me, letting go of me entirely. 

"Oh David. I'm sorry. We probably shouldn't have gotten started doing this in the first place!" And then suddenly she stood up, grabbed her discarded nightgown and headed back towards my bedroom, leaving me sitting there with a "very-close" very painful erection.

"Shit!" I said, pounding the padded mattress with my hand. I waited, hoping she'd return but she never did. And had to content myself then with pounding something else afterwards.

About three in the morning, my mother woke me up to inform me it was time to get up and get dressed. We piled into my uncles truck after that, and I took the upper bunk, which was the one, suspended above the passenger compartment. Brenda took the ready made bed below me, but which was also off to one side so I couldn't see anything but her leg sticking out of one of the covers. As it was still early, we didn't speak. I'm not sure she was ready too anyway, and we went back to sleep while my Uncle drove, and my mother stayed up front with him keeping him company.

A few hours later, we stopped at a rest stop so my Uncle could get some more coffee and a bite to eat in order to stay alert and remain awake for the long drive ahead. Brenda declined to go inside, opting to stay outside and 'locked-in' while we all went in to have something. It was afterwards when I once again got back inside the camper that she finally spoke to me.

"Did you "finish"? Last night?"

And I knew what she was referring to. I had forgotten that she had wanted to see me do that too. And I had really wanted to at the time, more than anything.

"Yes." I admitted. "After you left, I waited, hoping you'd come back so that I could. But when you didn't........"

"I'm really sorry. I guess I was just embarrassed. I've never told anyone that I've either masturbated, or that I've never come before either. I guess I just felt really stupid in a way, and that maybe you'd think I was being childish, or too naive to even want to continue talking about it with me."

"I'm sorry too Brenda. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just surprised that you hadn't 'touched yourself' in that way I guess. I thought every girl did, if she does masturbate that is. I mean, its not like I'm all 'that' experienced either you know?"

That really seemed to settle everything down between us once again. And suddenly Brenda was back to being the same curiously excited and inquisitive person she'd been the night before.

"You know, we'll know if they're going to stop anyplace before they do. And there's no way they can hear us back here or know what we're doing unless we get too loud or start jumping up and down or something......"

She left that last comment just sort of hang there in the air, questioning if I was ready to sort of pick up where we'd left off.

"Upper bunk?" I questioned. But Brenda was already way ahead of me, scrambling up into it even before I'd gotten out the question.

There was a window up there, but it had blinds and we closed them. Brenda lay closest to it so she could look outside and check in case the truck slowed down for any reason.. But as we were on the freeway by then, we'd immediately know it if my Uncle began to slow down or stop. As the window in my Uncles truck wasn't one of those that opened back into the camper, there was really no way to communicate back and forth either without actually stopping and getting out of the truck to do so. So we felt relatively safe. Even so, we both agreed that we'd need to be careful and that "I" would need to be ready to jump down and get into the other bed if necessary. Brenda could remain in the top bunk without causing any questions to be asked, and could easily slip back into her shorts only and tank top that she often wore to sleep in. As I slept shirtless myself, all I'd have to do was ensure I was at least wearing my Levi's and preferably a shirt as well if we did stop, or begin too. So with these precautions understood, I climbed into the bunk along side her, and we almost picked up from where we'd left off the night before. But this time, I intended to show her what it was I had been trying to tell her about. 

We had pulled down the top cover for a couple of reasons. One, it would make it easier to get out of the bed without getting all tangled up in the covers in the event of an emergency. Two, Brenda could then easily slip into her clothes and if necessary, throw the cover back over the top of her self in a hurry. But three, and I liked her thinking on this one. We'd be able to see one another. And, it was daytime, and we were about to see each other nude for the first time in total light unlike the still visible, but still cloaking darkness of the evening before.

Seeing her in the daylight was even more exciting of course. I had certainly gotten a pretty good view of her overall 'figure', but certainly not in the same way as I was seeing it now. And she was experiencing the same thing as well with me. Her breasts had the lightest pink nipples I'd ever seen. It was hard to tell where her nipples began and where they merged into the rest of the flesh of her breasts. I'd seen several women's boobs in magazines of course, and even one or two here and there through either accidental exposures, or once spying on a friend's sister. But I had never in all this time seen any as light pink, or as erotic as these. Her nipples were fairly small too, but as I remembered when I'd been playing with them the previous night, they easily became erect and rather elongated though thinner than what I had actually expected. Never the less, I was once again excited beyond reason to be caressing them and playing with them once again. As I was doing this, Brenda of course reached down and immediately started playing with me as well. I wasn't quite as hard as I had been when she'd touched me the first time, but she found this experience quite rewarding as well, actually stroking me and getting me back to the point she had had me the night before.

"Sometime..." She began in very low soft tones, which would be how we would converse in this fashion for the remainder of the trip. ".....I want to see you totally soft, and then watch you get hard from the very beginning."

I laughed. "I'm not sure I can do that one either!"

"Why not?"

"Because the moment I even think about something like that, or that you want to do that, I won't be totally soft anymore. Maybe not fully hard like I am now...but definitely not totally soft either."

And Brenda had to laugh at that one. And she blushed again too. And this time I really could see the flush in her face. "I guess I'll just have to sneak up on you in the bathroom or something then, when you least expect it."

"I can just see you trying to do that with everyone there all the time."

"Who say's we won't have anytime alone? You never know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

We settled into a very long extended form of foreplay then. But I wanted to do that, as I had several reasons for prolonging it. I could tell by Brenda's breathing when it began to change that she was really starting to get excited. And it was then that I decided to do to her, what she had said she had never done to her self before.

"Trust me?" I asked her quietly. There was a curious questioning look in her eyes as I looked at her, asking that. But she only smiled slightly and nodded her head yes. I spun around on the bed then so that we could both continuing exploring the way we really wanted to, which was in and of itself an incredible situation and sensation to enjoy while driving down the highway. I spread her pussy lips apart with one hand, and slowly began to tease her pussy slit with a finger on my other one. This of course also more fully exposed her clitoris, and I occasionally brushed against it with my finger, which had her moaning softly within the space of a few short minutes.

"Is this the way you feel good when you're using the pillow?" 

"Ah huh." Her response almost a breath rather than any kind of real reply.

"But better too. It feels........a lot.......better."

That's what I had been hoping for at least. And I could tell as I played with her slit, and with her clit, lightly encircling it with my finger, and flicking it back and forth against it that she was getting more and more aroused the longer I continued doing it.

"Is it feeling any better now?"

And again another long moaning response. "Oh yessssssss, yesssssss very..... very much so!"

She had stopped stroking my cock several moments ago, but I took this as a good sign as well. Though she still held it in her hand, and occasionally clasped it or moved her hand on me, I could tell that she was obviously losing more and more of her ability to concentrate the longer we went.

"Tell me if you start to feel anything different than what your feeling now."

"Like what?"

"You'll know. Just tell me if you do."

Her pussy was glistening with lubrication by this time, and it was getting easier and easier to slip my finger without ever attempting to penetrate her, up and down the inside of her slit. Her clitoris I bathed with her own juices until she was suddenly shuddering and somewhat humping my hand uncontrollably and without any realization that she was even doing so.

"I'm starting to feel something...."

I couldn't help grinning. "Yes...that's it!" I urged her. "Keep concentrating on that feeling. Let it build until you can't stand it anymore..and then just let it go!"

Her breathing was really ragged now, but she was indirectly signaling to me in another way as well. The grip on my cock was becoming almost painful, and I swore if she continued, I'd have to do something about it soon or I'd be in too much pain to continue what it was that I was doing.

I don't know why I suddenly did what I did then. But it certainly seemed to be the thing to do at the time. And I was glad I did it afterwards. As was Brenda.

She began moaning even longer now, and then suddenly with little sharp quick intakes of breath like she was running a fast sprint, I leaned over even further and licked her clit with the tip of my tongue. She seemed to freeze, holding her breath. I flicked it with my tongue faster; she nearly ripped my cock from my balls in the process. But she came then. And boy did she come when she did.

Brenda rolled into me forcing both my hands and my face away from her as she did. She sucked face with the pillow then, and I could hear a near muffled scream into the pillow when she did. She was convulsing and clenching her own hands, which she'd trapped between her legs after she had forced me away from her. Still groaning with an incredibly deep throated but thankfully muffled orgasmic scream, she clenched herself with one hand, and stuffed parts of the other, along with a portion of the pillow into her mouth. I could only lay there beside her and watch, waiting for her to come back from where ever it was she had finally discovered. And even after she quit trying to eat the pillow, it was a long, long time before she moved, rolling once again over onto her back and was able to look at me.

And Brenda was crying.

We spent some time discussing what had happened after that. Especially what it was, and why I did what I did that finally broke through whatever barrier had been sitting there all this time. She was anxious to ask me all kinds of questions about that too. And I answered each one as best I could, but given the fact that I was "winging" a few things myself, I could only tell her that most of it was done on simple instinct more than anything else.

And then I realized something else then, and laughed as the thought suddenly hit me. 

"You said you wanted to see me go from soft to hard? Well now's your chance too!" With the somewhat calmer less heated passion and discussion, not to mention the slightly painful way my cock had been handled right there at the end, it had shriveled up considerably. As I was still naked, and with my cock sitting mere inches away from her face as we lay toe to toe talking about everything, Brenda's delight in discovering my very limp, though already stiffening member something of great personal interest indeed. She once again gripped my cock, and sort of wagged it back and forth, the 'softness' allowing it to sort of flip back and forth somewhat lopsidedly for a few moments, then gradually stiffening so that she was unable to accomplish this same exacting move with her hand. When it was once again fully erect, which had taken very little time to achieve; Brenda once again went back to stroking it and playing with it. And this time, she saw the pearl drop of lubrication, which she'd milked out with her hand.

"Is this cum?" She asked.

"Not quite, but it's called pre-cum." She rubbed her fingers in it, and then rubbed them together.

"It feels a little like oil, or lotion maybe."

"Hmmmm it feels good to me." I teased back moaning.

"But if you really want to see the white stuff, your going to have to do a lot more than what your doing now."

Brenda sat up then, and began playing with my cock in a much more enjoyable up and down manner. But what really made it hot for me was she seemed to enjoy asking me questions about what she was doing, and what it was I was feeling when she was doing it. In a way, it was as though she was using me to study for a test coming up, which perhaps in a way she was. But whatever the case, I didn't mind. If this was the quiz, I could hardly wait for the final exam.

"How's that feel when I do this?" Brenda would ask me, stroking me so lightly and softly that it was as though her hand wasn't even touching me. I was beginning to think that not only was she a natural at this, but maybe she'd been leading me on all along, maybe she had done this with another boy before, because if she hadn't she could have fooled me. 

"Oh Brenda, that feels so fucking good!" The words had come out of my mouth before I realized I'd even spoken them. I'd never used that word in front of her before, ever. And I tensed up hoping I'd not offended her or once again ruined everything after I'd already said it. Instead, and keeping my eyes closed, still fearful of having misspoken, I waited, and felt as her hand began pumping my cock even more firmly with faster needful strokes. Thankfully, she'd not gotten upset with me or angry, and as I then learned, the language seemed to turn her on even more. And though she didn't say, "fuck" herself, she obviously enjoyed saying other words that she either found erotic or had wanted to say.

"You like how I'm playing with your 'Prick'? The word "Prick" as she'd said it, rolling off the tip of her tongue as though she was hearing herself say it for the first time. And for all I knew, she had.

"Are you going to shoot your cum-cream for me soon? Are you going to cover my tittys in it when you do?"

"If you want me to." I replied. "Would you like that if I do?"

"Yes, I'd love to see you cum on my tits." She responded, definitely getting aroused all over again. Her face was flushed once again, but not from embarrassment this time, but with wide eyed open lust spreading across her face. And I could see it in her eyes as well as she continued to stare at my cock which she was so delightedly playing with. Watching her doing this, seeing the expression on her face was as nearly as enjoyable as the sensations she was giving me. Almost, but not quite. And then I was close as well. And told her so.

"Oh Brenda, I'm almost there. Are you sure, are you sure?" I don't know why I felt I had to ask that. Not like I could have stopped myself from coming at that moment, but it was as though I had to have some sort of reassurance from her that she knew what she was doing, and especially what she was about to witness in a few more seconds. 

"Very sure........" She drawled.

And then my first ejaculation hit her squarely in the face. We laughed about it afterwards of course. But when it happened, it took us both by surprise. I had opened my eyes to watch myself cum as well, I liked doing that, but I was more interested in seeing the expression on her face. After all, this was something she had wanted to see too. But neither one of us knew just how forceful or how intense my orgasm was going to be until I was having it. And by then of course it was too late to warn her about the possibilities, or the unintended explosion of the first spurt which landed across the bridge of her nose and into the corner of her left eye.

She flinched of course, but without missing a single beat, wiped my cum away from her eye, and continued milking my prick, though she now more carefully directed the remaining jettisons of my spunk against her breasts.

With all the build up and excitement, I had deposited quite a white creamy load against most of her breasts. And as this had been the first time she'd ever seen this, I was rather pleased that it had been such a big one, even for me. Brenda eventually released me when it simply became too tender for me to allow her to continue. Another lesson learned.

"Do all guys come as much as that?" She asked.

"Some more, some less." I offered, not really all that sure myself. "I think it has a lot to do with how many times they've come, how soon in between times, and probably, how intense or stimulated they are before they do."

I could almost envision myself on a well-known game show with everyone clapping and saying "Good answer! Good answer!"

But it was the best one I had at the moment, and Brenda seemed pleased with the results.

"So I take it then, that was a 'good' cum for you?"

"Oh my yes...one of the best ever."

More clapping...

With the 'edge" off now, we both decided to get dressed for the day. Twenty or so minutes later, we stopped at another place to eat. And this time Brenda was famished. We both were.

The only thing that weirded us out a little was when my mother asked offhandedly if we'd been having a good time back there. I wasn't sure how to respond initially, wondering if we'd said or done something they had somehow overheard. Thankfully Brenda responded before I could have, as I'm not sure how I would have sounded. She winked at me as we went into sit down and eat, and I felt like I had a Cheshire Cat, shit eating grin on my face the whole time we sat there too. But no one seemed to notice anything differently about me, though mom did make the comment that she was glad to see my attitude had changed about going along. Boy, if she had ever known!




Cousins



Brenda and I sat down around the small table in the camper as we headed off down the road once again. We played cards, but spent most of our time catching up on what we'd been up to over the past couple of years. This was when I learned from Brenda that I had been the first boy/man to have ever touched her bare breasts.

With several hours still ahead of us in traveling, and with the continued discussions regarding sexual curiosities, our mutual excitement levels once again grew. I had managed to convince Brenda to let me see her breasts once again. And though she was now dressed for the day, and having to wear a bra, she did managed to lift her tee shirt and bra up in front, though she refused to remove it entirely as that would be too dangerous in the event we stopped suddenly. Still, it was an exciting bit of fun to continue on with while we teased and flirted with each other as we traveled. As horny as we were both becoming all over again, I wasn't too surprised when Brenda asked me if I would do something for her.

"David, would you masturbate yourself for me while I watched?"

"I will if you will." I challenged her.

"OK, but you go first, and then I will."

I quickly moved over into the far corner of the bench seat by the table, Brenda sat beside me in order to get a clear view of me while I did it. As we were still somewhat constrained by danger of stopping unexpectedly, I simply unzipped my pants, freeing my already stiff member. If we were to stop, I could quickly tuck everything away in a moment's notice. 

Brenda watched as I began to slowly jack off. It was obvious by the concentrated look on her face that she was obviously taking note of how I pleasured myself; as opposed to the way she had done it earlier. And once again, asked questions of what it was I was doing and why. This certainly added to the eroticism of the experience, and helped each of us to quickly overcome any remaining inhibitions we may have had in being so bold in front of one another. Several minutes later as I was growing closer and closer to an orgasm, I realized that I had nothing prepared in advance for catching my cum with. And as we were dressed, simply letting it go was no longer the option it had once been.

"Brenda....I need something." I said, not quite stopping my masturbation, but certainly slowing it to a near crawl. She looked around briefly, and then looked back at me. 

"Now's as good a time as any!" She said, and she suddenly leaned down over the top of my cock and drew it inside her mouth and began lightly and tentatively sucking the head of it.

Once again I wasn't all that sure that she knew what it was she was doing, or what to expect in the next few seconds if she kept this up. "You know if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum in your mouth!"

"Ah huh." She mumbled as she continued sucking the head of my dick. She didn't fully encompass it with her mouth, or attempt to "deep-throat" me as I'd seen done in a movie of the same name. But seemed content to simply mouth, sucking just the knob of my cock as I continued pumping the shaft myself, adding to the sensation of her lips as they pressed around the extremely sensitive skin of my cock tip.

I gave her as much advanced warning, as it was physically possible to do. But when that sweet overpowering sensation filled my balls, and as the cum cream rose up my shaft, I could only grab onto her head holding it there as I began pumping load after glorious load into her still sucking mouth. I was surprised that Brenda seemed to accept my ejaculation so easily, and with very little difficulty. I am sure that it had something to do with the fact that I had already cum a short while ago, and that the volume of my orgasm wasn't nearly as much as it had been earlier. Either way, I finished cumming entirely inside her mouth. Brenda finally quit licking and sucking me only after several minutes, and when the super-sensitivity forced me to begin squirming in near painful tickling, forcing her to finally stop.

"Are you ok?" Was the first thing I asked her. She smiled, licked her lips actually and responded back after a moment.

"That wasn't anything like my girlfriends warned me it would be like. They said if I did that, I could choke to death, and that sometimes it was really Salty and vile tasting. I actually liked it, it didn't taste anything like that at all!" 

I felt better at least. The last thing I wanted to do now was turn her completely off some of the things we'd just started sharing together. 

"Your friends may have been right on one point however, especially if the guy hasn't cum in a while. The amount of cum can sometimes be quite a bit more than that one was, but since I came this morning, I'm not surprised it wasn't."

"I figured that too. But also took the advice from my girlfriend Susan to just suck the head until it happens. She said if I got too much, then it was easier to quit sucking it, and just allow the excess to drool out. However, in this case anyway, I didn't have any problem with it."

We continued talking some more about what her girlfriends had shared with her about "guys", and I of course tucked myself all neat and tidy away once again. However, I was still anxiously waiting my turn to watch her do the same for me. When I mentioned that it was "her" turn however, she balked at doing it once again. "I'm still not comfortable doing that in front of you." She said. "I know that sounds silly, but I really want to try doing that alone first, maybe then...."

I understood what she as feeling and going through, but as horny as I knew she still was, decided to pursue it in another direction. We spread a bath towel on the bench seat; I placed a pillow on the floor in which to kneel on. It didn't take much coaxing to get Brenda to go along with what I had in mind now, and we still had plenty of time to react to anything as well. She was wearing short fuzzy cotton shorts, so pulling those down, or putting them back on again would be no problem for her. She placed herself so that she was lying down on the seat, with her legs just over the edge of it where I was now kneeling down in between on the floor. For the next half-hour at least, I spent licking and tonguing her wet moist slit, as well as teasing her hard little clitoris at the same time. Brenda enjoyed the tonguing of her cunt immensely, but as hard as I tried, she was extremely nervous about what I was doing, no matter how good it was feeling, and could not allow herself to relax enough to achieve an orgasm. When we felt the truck start to slow, we immediately scrambled back up, rearranging ourselves and ensuring we had not left any 'evidence' of our sex-play behind us. We had only reached the off-ramp to the City she lived in, but had less than half an hour before we actually arrived. It gave us plenty of time to calm down, clean up and straighten up, something we were both glad to have time to do.

One thing we had also discussed was the sleeping arrangements once we'd arrived. My Uncle's place was far larger than our home was, so there was plenty of room for everyone to sleep in. However, I was also given the option of sleeping in one of the extra spare bedrooms, or in sleeping outside in their other trailer. Brenda and I had discussed the possibility of utilizing the convenience of my sleeping outside instead of inside, and I had to agree. Not only would it make things easier on us to continue our explorations, but I also wanted the additional privacy away from everyone else as well.

Brenda told me that most likely Marsha wouldn't be home yet as she had a part-time job. I was looking forward to seeing her again too, but not in the same way that I had been enjoying my re-acquaintance with Brenda of course. 

We had dinner, visited with both my Aunt and Uncle, and then after a short period of time, Marsha arrived home as well. She had also changed over the course of the two or so years since I had seen her last, though not nearly as remarkably as had her sister. Marsha still had dark brown hair, but she had cut it so it was considerably shorter than it had been before. At twenty years of age, she had a maturer look to her, but beyond that, she was pretty much as I had remembered her to be. But something I had forgotten, was just how sexy looking she really was.

Brenda and I were sitting outside on their front porch when she drove up. I began walking out to her car to greet her and when she saw me, she ran up to me as well and gave me a big kiss and a hug. As silly as it sounded, I actually felt a little guilty when she did this as Brenda was still sitting on the porch swing watching all this. However, if it had bothered her at all, she gave no notice of it when the two of us returned and rejoined her.

We chatted, once again catching up on old times until way late into the evening. As it was my first night there, Brenda and I had already agreed that to attempt to try and do anything that night might prove to be too risky. So that first very memorable day ended. But it proved to be only the beginning of the wildest week I could have ever possibly imagined.

We spent the balance of the next day with family, so there was very little time for Brenda and I to chat let alone do anything. We did manage to discuss the possibility of her sneaking out to my trailer that evening however, and agreed that if the coast was clear, and provided that everyone was absolutely and soundly asleep, then she'd come out for a 'visit' sometime around midnight. We also agreed, that if she wasn't there by one in the morning at the latest, she wouldn't be. That way I could go ahead and lock the door of the trailer if I wanted to. 

Situated as it was, the trailer was parked around the side of the house, completely away from the back bedrooms, which were on the opposite side of the property all together. Additionally, the area was fenced in for storage purposes, and was a separate area altogether from where the cars parked inside of the garage. Sleeping out here was extremely private, and with no one the wiser that anyone was even staying inside the trailer, gave me all the assurance I needed that we'd be perfectly safe. 

Shortly around midnight, I heard the door open and Brenda quickly slipped inside the trailer. She also informed me that should anyone come out into the yard, which the motion detector would kick on, and the backyard would be lit up as a further warning that someone had come out the back door. She explained that why she hadn't triggered it was because if you turned off the light and then went out back, it took a few minutes for it to start working again. And that is why she'd made it over to the trailer in the dark. Anyone else coming outside would have no reason to do that, and we'd know it ahead of time. She'd also worn a bathrobe over non-sexy, though simple sleeping attire that would also allow "us" greater flexibility in the event she and I needed to get dressed in a hurry. We weren't even too concerned about anyone coming out back and finding us together, we'd often stayed up into the wee early morning hours several times in the past. I had already spread out a deck of cards on the table as well as some soft drinks and snacks so that it would appear as though we'd just been sitting up talking and playing cards like we usually did.

We kept the one light over the table on, which was a soft glowing one anyway, and ensured that all the curtains were pulled and would not allow anyone from seeing inside the trailer. Feeling that we'd pretty much taken every precaution we could think of, we included locking the door, and with assurances that she'd crept quietly out of the house and that everyone was definitely asleep, we soon took off our clothing and lay in the bed, which was next to the table area. Though this was much smaller than the upper bunk would have been, it was also the easiest in the event we needed to get up and dress in a major hurry. 

We hadn't really discussed doing anything, but with the confines being what they were, we found ourselves curled up in a head to toe combination on the small bed. We'd enjoyed that initial fondling and exploratory adventure of that first time so much, we decided to start up with that again.

I don't know how long we had been laying there side by side playing with one another, but we certainly never saw any lights come on, and we definitely didn't hear the door to the trailer being unlocked and opened either. In the next instant, Marsha was standing in the doorway of the trailer looking at us, but it wasn't until we heard the door closing behind her that we even realized there was anyone there.

"My, My! Look at what we have here!"

I didn't need to look up to know it was Marsha by the sound of her voice. And thankfully she was still alone at least. Had either my Uncle or mother been standing there with her, we'd have heard them before we'd heard her.

"Marsha!" Brenda didn't quite scream, still cognoscenti enough to still keep her voice down, even though the likelihood of anyone hearing us even then would have been a remote possibility at best.

"What are you doing here?" Brenda completed the question.

"No.....I think the correct question is what are the two of "you" doing here?"

There wasn't much of course that either one of us could say. And perhaps for the first time in my entire life, I was totally speechless. About the best I was hoping for at that point was that I'd be able to convince Marsha not to say anything to anyone, and then promise my life away if that's what it took that we'd never ever do anything again. I prepared this particular speech in a millisecond, waiting for what I expected to be a tirade of "Just what the hell do the two of you think you are doing? Or some such. But what we both got, fooled us completely.

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long for the two of you to end up in bed together. I thought you were doing it two years ago, but I was never able to confirm my suspicions, but when I heard Brenda get up and slip out of the house, I started to wonder. But the 'kicker' that something was up, was when she turned the light off and on, and slipped outside in the dark. If she wasn't trying to hide the fact she was coming out back to be with you, she wouldn't have done that."

I looked at Brenda who was looking at me. And both of us had the same puzzled expressions on our faces like "Now what?"

"Marsha, we 'weren't' doing it. I'm still a virgin if you must know, and intend on staying that way."

"So am I." I butted in saying. Like that was going to explain anything as it was anyway.

Marsha only laughed. "So you're just playing an advanced game of Doctor then huh?"

"Something like that." I again blurted out. At this point, I was getting past being scared, and was now starting to actually get angry. If she was going to say or do anything, then I wanted to know what it was going to be.

"Don't worry. I have no intention on ratting on the two of you. Like I said, I thought you were doing it two years ago. After all those conversations the two of you had with one another............"

"Don't forget you joined in on them occasionally too!" Brenda countered her sister.

"Yes, but the two of you have always been closer than David and I ever where. And I know that when we were considerably younger, that the years made more of a difference then. But not so much now."

Marsha moved over to the table bench and sat down. Neither one of us had made any effort to get dressed, and Brenda had sat up in fact although her breasts were still fully exposed. It wasn't like they hadn't seen one another naked before, I am sure they had. But sitting here naked myself, although I now did have a hand attempting to conceal my erection, it was still weird to have one of my cousins naked and the other one sitting there in her bathrobe. "So what do you intend on doing Marsha?" Brenda questioned her sister.

"Why joining in of course!"

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. And I know Brenda couldn't believe it either.

"Your not serious!" She exclaimed.

"Very serious sis. The two of you have been flirting back and forth for years, and although I was older, I felt left out of your relationship with each other. Now....well now, I think we all ought to put things on an equal footing."

I know that Brenda was upset by all of this. But like what could either one of us do about it? And with this sudden turn of events, it was now a brand new and exciting ball game for me. I knew I'd be treading on thin ground here, the last thing I wanted to do was alienate either one of my cousins, so the best thing was to try and make peace, and somehow mollify the two of them before either one did or said anything that would spoil everything and get us all in trouble.

And thankfully I remembered the one thing that might ease the four of us past this extremely awkward moment.

"Well I guess this does sort of make us even in a way." I began.

And Marsha glanced over at me with a wide-eyed curious expression on her face of "So where's this going?"

And as I continued to begin the story, Brenda caught on, and smiled wickedly as well. I'm not sure what she thought I was doing, except perhaps to try and put Marsha on the defensive perhaps, but that really wasn't my intention at all.

"When I was here the last time, it was the night before we left to fly home. The "adults" had gone out to dinner together, Brenda and I had gone bowling, remember?"

"Yea........." And the way she said it sounded vaguely familiar, but I continued. Brenda was sitting there grinning.

"Well, when we got to the Bowling Alley, we discovered they were having some kind of tournament, so all the lanes were booked for the evening. All we did was turn around and come home. But what we never told you was, when we got home, Brenda told me that it was your boyfriend's car that was parked out front. And as we were both curious as to what the two of you might be doing, we snuck around back to go into the house that way, but as it turned out, the two of you were sitting in the swing." The same swing which was now sitting on the front porch. I saw the look of understanding begin to cross her face, but continued on anyway.

"We almost stumbled into the two of you, but as it turned out, you were too busy watching for any car lights to pull into the driveway to worry about anyone coming around from the side of the house. Brenda and I both ducked down behind the Lilac bushes then, and sat there watching the two of you after that. Do you remember what you were doing?"

Marsha finally realized we must have seen it all. And she was smiling back at me now too. "Yes, if I remember right, I was jerking my boyfriend off, and he had my tank top up around my neck if I remember right. I wasn't wearing a bra, so the two of you must have gotten a pretty good look at my tits too."

"Yea!" Brenda finally jumped in. "So we weren't doing anything more than the two of you were doing that night!"

"Except....David's our cousin. And that does seem to put a little different twist on it don't you think?"

That seemed to let the air out of Brenda's argument, which I was grateful for anyway. Especially as that hadn't been my original intention to do. And what had happened had basically worked in my favor anyway, and that was to defuse the situation with a shared little secret story, keep the sex talk going, and finally, submit as though there really was no alternative but to make the best of it and perhaps have some fun doing it in the process.

"Come on Brenda, she's right about that part anyway. We could get into a lot of trouble, even if we were to squeal on her. And besides, we "all" of us have been close, maybe not as close as you and I have been in the past. But since we're here, I don't see any reason to stop having fun now. I still want to do some special things to you, and if your sister rats on us, I won't be able to."




Cousins



I know the argument seemed a little lame, but Marsha seemed to pick up on my reasoning behind it, and pressed Brenda into submitting to going along as well.

"Come on Bren...its not like the two of you are boyfriend and girlfriend, your just having some plain old naughty fun, and I want to have some of it too!"

"Oh, OK.!" Brenda finally relented saying. And I think I finally took a breath. I know I hadn't been holding it all this time, but it sure felt like it.

"So, what do you propose we do then?" She still said a little angrily and somewhat sulky.

"Why don't the two of you go back to doing what it was you were doing? I want to watch for a little while anyway, and then, David and I can do the same, and you can watch us."

Believe it or not, the thought of that actually intrigued Brenda. Not so much having her sister watching us, but her being allowed to watch her sister and I. And that surprised me a little. "Go figure." I thought, after Brenda now a lot more excitedly stated that she'd rather watch the two of us go first.

"Well, OK, if you're sure you want too then!"

Brenda quickly assured us that she did, and finally got up and put her bathrobe back on, now taking a much more guarded "look-out" position as well by the window. "You don't think they'd think to do the light trick too would they?" She asked.

"No way. Besides, you know dad. Once he's asleep, nothing would wake him. And he could care less that the 'three' of us were out here anyway. Especially, being the three of us."

"Well that's true." Brenda responded. "But one of us should probably keep a look out anyway."

At that moment, Marsha removed her bathrobe. All she had on was a pair of white cotton panties, and nothing else.

"Marsha!" Brenda exclaimed looking at her sister. "You came out here dressed like that?"

Marsha gave her one of those 'You've got to be kidding looks.' "Brenda, you know this is how I sleep, I never wear anything except for a pair of panties."

"I know, but what if....."

She never finished the sentence. Realizing how silly and absurd it would sound anyway. If we were ever 'caught' doing anything, the fact that her sister hadn't been wearing a bra to begin with would be the least of our problems.

I had to say one thing about the similarities and differences of the two sisters. Besides the difference in hair color, the hair color on their respective pussies was identical. Each was a light brown almost reddish tinted color. And they had both trimmed them so that they appeared almost identical in that way as well. I almost asked if the shaved side by side or something to see them turn out that way. But I didn't. 

The other thing was that their breasts were roughly the same size and even the same shape, though Marsha's were perhaps slightly larger, and a little less firmer looking in appearance than Brenda's were. But the difference was so slight; it would still be hard to tell the difference between them. The one obvious difference however was in the coloring of their nipples. Where Brenda's were that sexy sensual soft pink color, Marsha's were almost totally and completely opposite. She had very large areola, which were a dark tan color. Looking at Marsha's only lovely breasts soon had me once again becoming excited. My erection once again began to grow and I was no longer concerned with trying to conceal my self from her.

We lay down on the small bed together, side-by-side, but not head to toe, as Brenda and I had been when Marsha first walked in on us. Almost immediately I began playing with her breasts, kissing them and sucking them while she began feeling and playing with my erection.

"I'll say one thing, you are bigger than my boyfriend was." She stated. And I felt pretty good about that. But she let the air out of my balloon in the next breath however, "But not quite as big as my current boyfriend is, he's probably an inch or two bigger even, but you have a nice cock too."

Up and then down, and then up again. My ego, as well as my cock as she began to stroke it with an obvious sense of experience to it as she did so.

Brenda continued watching, but eventually decided that if anyone were going to come out side, they would have done so by now. "Come on Marsha, you've had a turn, now its my turn." 

I have to admit, it was exciting to not be fought over exactly, but knowing I was the 'only' guy in this situation, it was extremely erotic and exciting to be the one that they were arguing over. 

"No body's going to come outside Brenda. So lets quit wasting time here. Lets all get up into the top overhead bed so we can all have some fun." That seemed to appease Brenda, and it certainly seemed like a wonderful idea to me as well. So we quickly all scrambled up into the larger bed, with me in the middle. 

I had the best of both worlds of course. While the girls sort of took turns playing with me, I was laying there with a hand in each of their cunts. It was an incredible sensation to lie there, running a finger up inside and along their very wet slits, and then thumb and play with the hard little clits I found there. Doing what I was doing, was having its affect on both of them, and it was extremely sensual to hear their independent, but obviously aroused breathing which was nearly in unison with one another. I personally could have gone on doing that forever, but about that time, Marsha decided it was time to escalate the adventure to a new level.

"Have you two had oral sex with each other yet?" She asked. 

"A little." Brenda confessed, not too much though. 

"Don't you like licking pussy David?" She asked me. 

"Oh yes! I like it a lot, we just haven't had much chance to do it much is all." I replied.

"That's good. Because that's the only way I can cum unless I'm playing with myself. So when I'm ready...you'd better be ready to do that to me so I can."

I think I was grinning ear to ear. 

"Have you cum yet sis?" She asked Brenda.

"Once!" 

And I know Marsha took that to mean she'd come one time while we'd been fooling around together, and not that her one and only time had been only recently.

"Orally?"

"Ah...no. Not that way, yet."

"Oh, well then. If David's any good at it, then you've got to experience having an orgasm that way. David?"

Marsha was half sitting up at this time, and directed me with her hand towards Brenda's waiting pussy. And I had no problem with that, excited that I'd be sticking my tongue in either one of their cunts at this moment. I quickly situated myself on the bed, once again lying down on my back. Marsha had told Brenda that she might enjoy it more if she was to sit on my face while I licked her. I'd also be able to more easily play with her breasts like that as well. I was delighted that Marsha was now choreographing our activity. I'd have never thought of doing it this way, at least not on my own for a while yet anyway.

There was barely enough room on the bed for her to sit on me that way without her head bumping into the ceiling, but somehow we managed it anyway. And I have to say; eating her like that became my favorite way of doing it, from then until now. I enjoyed being able to have the freedom to lick her, as well as play with her breasts. I filled my hands with her tit flesh and caressed her boobs and caressed my own mind in doing it. It was the most sensual thing I had ever encountered, but then again, I was crossing through new un-chartered territory as it was anyway.

When Marsha began sucking me however, I almost blew a pre-mature load right then and there. It took every ounce of willpower to refrain from doing so, and eventually I had to ask her to stop or else I would. And there was another noticeable difference between Marsha and Brenda. She'd obviously been doing that for a couple of years, and enjoyed doing it. Brenda had certainly been naughty-fun feeling when she'd sort of licked and sort of sucked me, but there was no comparison to the way her sister went about doing it. And not like I was any more experienced either. And I thought almost immediately when I did finally get a chance to lick Marsha's sweet quim that I'd no doubt show my lack of experience as well.

Knowing how close she had so quickly gotten me, Marsha's experience definitely took over then, and she did just enough to keep me near the edge, but never quite go over it after that. In the meantime, I practiced on Brenda's pussy, getting better and better in the little time I had to learn, and thought I was doing pretty well as her breathing soon became very labored and raspy sounding.

"You gonna be able to cum like that Bren?" Marsha quit sucking me long enough to ask.

"I don't know...I think so. Maybe. And as though her sister's question to her once again somehow broke through yet another self-conscious barrier, she suddenly added to that. "OH yesssss, definitely!" It was only seconds after that, and I felt her tense up, and literally freeze in position. I drove my tongue into her as fast as I could, not sure I was always licking her clit in the process, but I knew I was doing something right enough. Brenda seemed to press herself against me really hard then, and finally collapsed over the top of me nearly smothering me in the process. But I didn't mind, I had made her cum for only the second time in her life. And I was feeling pretty damn good about that too.

After a few minutes, Brenda finally stirred and Marsha asked her if she was ready to trade places with her.

"Watch out though Brenda," she said warning her. " I got him pretty close a couple of times. And if your not careful, he might shoot off inside your mouth."

"Oh...he's already done that!' She said.

"What? You let him?" And suddenly Brenda realized she'd done something her sister hadn't even done before. 

And then. "So what was it like?" She hadn't responded as though she was repulsed or shocked that her sister had done so, and especially when she learned that she had, she now was curious to hear from her what it was like. 

"It wasn't that bad. You mean to tell me you've never let your boyfriend do that before?"

And Marsha admitted that she hadn't. It was Brenda's turn to tease her sister then. "Gee Marsha, and I thought you had all the experience!" 

"OK smarty. We'll see. David...when you are ready to cum, you tell me, I want to try it at least once then."

"But I'm the one who'll be sucking it." Brenda exclaimed.

"We'll share it when he does!" Marsha shot back at her. "That ok with you David?"

Like I would have said no? "Oh yea. That would be fine by me!"

"You tell me then, before you do, ok?"

"No problem!"

And then Marsha positioned her own sweet pussy over my face, and once again, I slipped my tongue into heaven.

I'm sure it had an awful lot to do with the fact that I was way excited enough already. But as Brenda began sucking me, she seemed to be a lot more animated in doing it that she had done previously. Maybe it was some sort of competition thing with her sister too, but whatever it was, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to hold out for very much longer. And if it took Marsha even half as long to cum like this as it did for Brenda, I'd still never make it.

Marsha 'was' enjoying what I was doing to her, albeit as inexperienced at it as I was, but she was breathing lustfully by then, yet still very much aware of how I was beginning to respond now as well.

"You're getting pretty close huh?"

"Ah huh" I muffled into her pussy.

Marsha lifted herself off me then, and slid down beside me on the opposite side of her sister.

"You tell us when your there." She told me.

"Oh...you'll know. I promised. And I was already starting to grit my teeth as that old familiar feeling began churning around inside my balls.

"You keep pumping him Brenda, no matter what." She then placed her mouth over the head of my cock and began sucking me the way she'd been doing previously. Brenda continued stroking my penis, and between the two of them it was far more than I could ever possibly hope to handle.

And I exploded.

I felt the first powerful jettison of my semen lunge itself inside Marsha's mouth. She seemed to flinch initially both from the sudden surprise of it, all things being new to her of course, but from the way it felt as it happened too. She kept sucking, Brenda kept pumping, now more furiously than ever, and Marsha managed to suck down every single drop of my cum spurts, which surprised me. I knew I had shot quite a load into her mouth, and at one point half expected her to gag on it while doing it. But she never did. I felt my toes curling back and forth, almost knotting up. I tend to do that when I have a very intense orgasm, and this was definitely one of those.

Marsha finally released me. "Wow! You sure fucking came a lot!"

"Marsha!"

"What?" She answered.

And then Brenda started laughing. She hadn't quite managed to handle all of it after all, a long stringy ribbon of my cum hung from the edge of her chin and had connected itself to her breast. I thought it looked pretty horny myself, but Brenda kept laughing, and finally made her sister aware of it sitting there like that.

"I've never heard you say that word before." She said.

"What? Fuck?" 

"Yes...that!"

"Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!"

And then we were all lying there, laughing together. It had been extremely intense, the sexual excitement, the added danger of being caught, the fact we were cousins after all. It had all contributed to an incredible experience. And we weren't quite done either. We lay for a bit, still chatting and talking, but by now Brenda was getting sleepy and announced she was heading back inside.

"You coming?" She asked her sister then.

"I haven't yet." She reminded us jokingly. "David still owes me one, so I think I'll stay here until I do."

Brenda didn't seem to mind either. She was satisfied, and more than tired and ready to go to bed.

"Ok...have fun, but don't forget, there's only a couple of hours left before sunrise."

I glanced at my watch. We'd been at it for over three hours now already. "Holy Shit! She's right!" I said. 

"You ready to throw in the towel too then?" Marsha said with a slightly disappointing sound in her voice.

"Not until you are!" I answered.

Brenda left soon after to head off to bed. And Marsha and I licked and sucked one another to another intensely satisfying orgasm. She came hard too, and it was fun sixty-nining with her as we did. We came almost simultaneously, her sudden orgasm, triggering my own, and I once again filled her mouth with my hot cum, though not nearly with the same force or volume I had done earlier. And this time she had no problem trying to contain it all either. Her own pussy juice flooded my face, she smeared herself all over me, grinding against me as she came and came. I didn't mind it at all either; it was extremely erotic and completely pleasurable beyond my wildest expectations.

Marsha finally did leave, and the signs of the morning just off the horizon were already beginning to reveal themselves by the time she managed her way back into the house. Exhausted, I managed about three precious hours before my mother came out to rouse me. Even then it took some doing.

"What'd you do? Stay up all night?" Mother asked me.

"You could say that." I responded, then wish I hadn't. I was almost punch drunk and feeling slightly giddy. But there was no sense casting any suspicion on anything either. Luckily, she didn't take it that way either.

We didn't even attempt to try and get together that night. We were all still tired and exhausted from horsing around the night before. And we didn't manage to get together the next night either, though we'd all three discussed it by then, but for some reason, our parents had stayed up late playing Pinochle, so it was well past midnight before they finally went to bed as well.

We managed one other night together, the three of us before my mother and I flew home. And though it was quite exciting as well, it seemed to lack the same sensual intensity that that first time together had held for all of us.

Marsha became engaged later on that year and Married the guy. Brenda wrote me about it, told me that Marsha had sucked the guy off, let him cum in her mouth, and they were engaged a week later. I got quite a chuckle out of that.

Brenda got accepted to a School back East on a scholarship. She did well too, and is a Plastic Surgeon today.

We never again got together as we'd done on those two precious nights. We never really talked about it much after that either. I think we alluded to it once along the lines of that "One Summer", or something like that. I don't know if it was a mixture of some guilt for what we'd so enjoyed and experienced, right or wrong. But it remained for me, then and now, a very fond memory of growing up, and being taught a little bit in the process.



Cousins



From author: Hello i am once again trying a story, Now let me know how good/bad it is and what i should add to make better stories. Enjoy the story! *This was in October. A hot October to tell the truth.*



About a year ago I was with my cousins, And her parents. There was Haven, And Avery. Parents are named Ike and Janelle. I am 23 years old, a Two year difference from Haven, Haven is 21. Avery is 19. Avery is a little shy, Still a virgin. Her breasts are a good 32 C, She has a nice tight little body, About 5'7. Is very athletic. She is fit. Haven is not that shy around men, She too is still a virgin, Have has a-bit bigger breasts than Avery's. Haven i was the perfect girl in the family, She went to Soccer, Gymnastics, And a Cheer leader. Haven was more of a show off type. Nice legs, Perfect body, Perfect breasts and she is 5'8. And me, I'm 6 2. Not to tall.

Last year we all wanted to get to gather, We all were far away, We all separated one year, Haven lived in a nice apartment, Avery with her parents, Me i lived alone. I lived near the Pacific Ocean, My day was perfect, I had a nice job, I had a nice house *For rent of course* I would always go to the beach and get a tan, Go for a swim. And so on and so on. But one day i got a call from Avery.

She said "Hey. Haven, My parents. and me are getting together at our house. Want to go there? It will be fun!" 

I said "Sure. Sounds great."

She said "Oh and Mason is going to be there"

Now i did not mention Mason. He is there brother, He was 1 year younger than Avery, And was sort of a brat. He always wanted it to be about him. He was the type of guy that thought he was king of the world. And he wasn't. He was tall, And wasn't to smart in fights. He would always get beat up and rely on his dad to help him out, Well hes 18 now and has to do it himself. No more help in fights, College or school. 

Anyways back to where we are. There house was pretty big, A nice pool and a huge yard. And a nice two story house. Haven had her room exactly the same, Pink blinds, Pink bed, Pink covers, Pretty much pink everything. Avery had Stuffed animals in her room, Bunnies, Bears, And pink covers and pillows. Mason... Well, lets not get into his. Haven was shocked to see she can fit in her old clothes, I was sleeping in the guest room. Next to Haven and Avery's and there Parents. Mason's room was down stairs. Haven rooms was pretty much connected to Avery's. They had a door in their closets that were either locked or unlocked. 

After we got all organized and unpacked, Mason said "I bought water balloons in-case if it gets hot" 

Everyone said "Sounds great"

Mason said "We can play with them when it gets hot out tomorrow"

By the time we arrived, It was already getting late. So there was really no point going out. So like i said, We unpacked. We all went down stairs and watched T.V. We didn't eat dinner, We just watched a movie and went to bed. When i was in my room i just took my clothes off, Opened my window, And jumped in bed with my boxers on, Then after awhile i passed out. Next morning i woke up around 7:00 A.M. and i stretched as i heard no noise, I realized either there still asleep or just waking up. I look out the window and got a-bit chilly so i grabbed some clothes and went for the shower, While doing so i bumped into Avery in her silk bra and panties.

She said "Oh your awake! How was your sleep?"

I replied "It was great, How about you?"

She replied "Oh it was great!"

I said "I'm going to take a shower."

After that i went into the shower, Locked the door of course, and turned it on. I was a little confused about Avert, She's never like that she would just go straight in her room and avoid a conversation, I guess she was glad i was there. After i took a quick shower i step out and put my clothes in the basket, I walk to my room when i see Haven's door i cracked open, So i assumed she was awake, So i took a peek in and saw her sleeping, She was in a Pink bra, And pink panties, Haven loved her pink. Her legs were spread wide open giving me full view, And i thought to my self Wow I'm checking out my cousin, Wat is wrong with you.

So i walked out quietly, And went to the living room, I saw Mason was awake and was looking well. So me and him watched T.V. for awhile.

Around 8:15 Avery walked in and said 

"Want some coffee" 

Me and Mason replied "Yes"

She said "Cream and Sugar" 

We replied "Sure."

So she brought us some coffee and we sat down, Haven walked in and said 

"I'm going to take a shower."

None of us replied, I realized Avery had clothes on now, I didn't even notice until now. She had nicely colored shorts and a white T-Shirt. Mason just had on Shorts and a shirt. I had on Shorts and a black shirt, Haven walked out of the shower in little shorts all the way up to her thighs, and a silk T-shirt, It was a hot day, Even in the morning, So none of us dressed in long clothes. After we had break-fest Mason said 

"Lets go throw Water balloons at each-other!"

Haven said "Sounds good"

Avery said "Sure!"

I said "Sounds like a great idea!" 

Mason said "No need for swim suits!"

We were like "What? Why?"

He said "I think it will just be more fun being our selves in our clothes"

We agreed.

So we filled the water balloons and split up. I was sneaking around the left side of the house. I bumped into Avery and she threw a water balloon and it did what they all do. Explode with a water splat. She got me good and ran off. I followed but she was quick. Then I saw her and threw a balloon and I got her chest. And the water went everywhere up there. Then I saw her nipples were getting hard and pressing up against her shirt, I don't think she even realized it cause Mason was throwing balloons at her and me. So i went behind the house at the pool searching for Haven. I couldn't find her anywhere.

Then I was going behind a corner till I heard something. So i hid. I took a quick glimpse to see who was there. No one. Until i see Haven Glimpse her head and I quickly drew my head back and prepares a balloon, Then i throw one to the side of her and she did the same to me! SPLAT! I was soaked in water and she was too. I easily saw her nipples peak threw. And she didn't even no. Then I started to feel my cock nudge and twitch, So I throw another balloon and run off. 

Soon Mason was the only one not soaked. So I planned to get him. I heard him running around the corner so I hid. Once i saw him i threw everything I got at him. He dodged all of them! Then he says 

"Ha ha! You can't get me."

Then he throws one at me and it explodes and blocks my vision. So he runs off near the Pool. Then I remember Avery running near there. Before I saw Mason getting tons of balloons thrown at him. He was blind from his vision, Haven and Avery formed a team and kept throwing them till he fell in the pool. And everyone just laughed. Then before we knew it there parents were up, They were up for quiet awhile. So they said 

"Get in here. Launch is ready."

So we got towels and and dried off real quick, Then we got inside and ate Grilled cheese. After so we watched more T.V. and before you knew it, it was even hotter so i said 

"I'm going to go in the pool."

Haven said "Sounds good ill join you."

Mason said "Sure! Ill meet you there."

Avery said "Ill be there." 

So everyone went to there rooms to change, I started going up the stairs and went to my room, And changed into my Swim trunks. I go to the pool and see Mason is already there. His room is down stairs. Haven said 

"I bet i can beat you in wrestling Chase."

*My names Chase by the way, Not the best name i know.*

I said "Sure you could."

She said "Land i would lose but in water, Its like a hole different story."

So i said "K Your on."

So we jumped in the pool. I realized as I was in the water my boner was still there, Throbbing. So i had to be a-bit careful here. Haven immediately started splashing water to distract me. And then she started pushing me around. And pushing me in the water. And then I balanced my self and grabbed her arm and pulled my self up pulling her into the water as I laughed. Then she jumped on me and her weight made me fall in the water I get up as she does it again. But this time i felt my erection touch her crotch so I immediately dive in the water hoping she didn't feel it or see it.

Then Haven says "I win."

I say "Yep."

I was avoiding to get in another won cause of my erection. Before we knew it the sun was coming down. So we went in had dinner and watched a-few scary movies, Avery wasn't the type of person to watch them so she got all scared I cuddled with me, I felt her breasts on my chest. Sort of made me get another erection, And i thought to my self I'm going to have to masturbate in bed tonight. After a-few scary movies the time was 10. So we prepared for bed. Avery said

"Haven can I sleep with you."

Haven said "I guess. I do have a king size bed."

Haven was spoiled. So it all worked out. After we went in our rooms, i stood up masturbating think of Avery's breasts. And Havens. But i couldn't finish my self. I felt like i was far from it. They were to cute and hot to be virgins. I started fighting my self thinking

"What is wrong with you. Your thinking of fucking your own Cousins."

I tried fighting it but i couldn't do it. So i got out of the bed and opened my door very slowly. Checking the hallway. I saw no one. I heard no one. So i crept over to Havens door. I very slowly opened it. There i saw Haven and Avery in bed. Sleeping. Avery in a silk bra and silk panties. Haven in pink bra and pink panties. I very slowly crept over to the bed on Avery's side. Hoping I don't alert them or worse. Wake them. Soon I was standing by Avery, I said quietly 

"Avery? Avery are you awake."

No reply.

I do it again. No reply. Coast is clear. So i slowly rub her belly. Feeling her soft skin made me want to do so much to her, I very slowly moved my hand and rubbed her bra exactly where her nipples would be. Soon her nipples were showing threw. I watch her face and i saw her frowning, She didn't like it... But I did. I then want to unstrap her bra... But that's going to be a pain. Its underneath her. Id have to turn her facing Haven, But I went this far. I'm not turning back. I very slowly lean Avery to face Haven, Soon i had her facing Haven. I unstrapped her bra and made it come loose. Then i lay her on her back again. There i stared at her perfect tits, Hard nipples, I looked at her face and she was still out cold. 

So I made my move. I slowly bent over and used my tongue to make her nipples hard as rock. After rolling my tongue all over both nipples I started sucking on one nipples and pinching the other while watch her face. She started to breath more heavily now. There was no going back from here. So i start rubbing her panties. I could tell she was getting wet. I then start to push my finger against her panties and I felt some of her juices. I knew she was still a virgin, But i couldn't resist her. I then had to remove her panties, now it wasn't that hard when a girl is sleeping on a bed and starts to spread her legs perfectly for easy entrance.

So I slowly slid her panties off and exposed her perfect. Young. Virgin pussy. I then started licking it. I watched her face blush. I wondered if she was awake. But I could tell she was asleep. So i start to move my tongue I little faster. I tasted her like I have never tasted any girl. I lost my virginity around 19. Then i took my cock out of my boxers. I could tell she was almost awake. I saw the look on her face. She knew her body was being violated. So I then move my cock to her mouth and very slowly slide it in. I then started moving in and out. I did that for about 5 minutes. Then We were ready. Mostly she was. 

I got between her legs. And I started pressing my cock against her pussy, Rite then and there her eyes opened wide. I immediately put my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. I pushed my cock inside her pussy and started fucking her slowly. I went slowly so I didn't wake Haven. I could tell she wanted to scream. But i was in good shape and held her down with ease. I soon started to see her realized what was going on. Her body started to betray her as her hips reacted with each push, Then I see her face go from frightened to pleasure. So I let go of her and put one hand on her right tit and squeeze it while fucking her.

She came up to me and whispered in my ear

"I want you inside me."

I happily replied by pushing my 11 inch cock deeper inside Avery. I started fucking away at her. I couldn't believe what i was doing, Fucking my little cousin next to her sister. I was not afraid if she would wake up. And I highly doubt she would. Soon after about 18 minutes of fucking her, I hit her G spot, And she came on my cock as i slid it out of her and pointed it at her body and face. I came on her little body and some of it went on her face. Some of Avery's cum went on Havens hand and face. So i kissed Avery and said 

"Good night little princess."

She said "Tomorrow."

I said "Sure."

To be continued. And yes. this is not my best work.

How was it?



Cousins: Adam & Veronica Pt. 01



This story is pure fiction/fantasy. Intended to provide naughty entertainment to the reader. Nothing that happened here is true but please enjoy. 

*****

'It's sure gonna be nice to see her again. Haven't seen her since the last reunion.'

My sales job was taking me out of town into my cousin Veronica's neck of the woods. When I told her I was heading that way for the next week she there was no reason for me to get a hotel, she had plenty of room and would be happy to have me stay. 'We can catch up on the last few months. I can't wait to see you Adam!"

I always got along well with Veronica. She is one of those cousins that you can talk to like a close sibling and we enjoyed playing together as children. Veronica is about 6 years older than me but she never was mean about it. Sometimes she would tease, 'I get to go first, I am the oldest after all.' or 'You'll just have to wait till your older little guy!' but she never meant any harm. 

Little guy...hmm. Funny I remember that. First off, I'm single and have never been married. I've had girlfriends and such but nothing ever seemed to work out for one reason or another. A select few reasons were because we weren't compatible. One other reason, I'm not real well endowed. I'm packing just under 4 inches when I'm hard. 

Now, I've learned over the years that the tongue and hands can be just as instrumental in love making as ones cock. Unfortunately, a couple girls just really wanted a bigger dick, and my little winky just wasn't gonna cut it. 

I always wished I could find a girl as sweet and easy to get along with as Veronica. We never fought, maybe argued a couple times but we always got along. Now, I do admit...she was, or rather is, absolutely gorgeous! 

She's about 5'8" with flowing red hair that has a bit of a curl to it. She always wanted it straightened but I told her she was crazy! Her skin is flawless and looks like porcelain. A typical pale 'ginger'. I loved that so much! 

Her frame was very petite but she had this amazingly full ass. Not huge but big enough that it was a prominent feature just like her gorgeous bust. When she began to develop and wore swimsuits to the local pool, all the guys stared at her amazing figure. I couldn't blame them. 

She didn't even work out all that much, she's always been blessed with good genes on my mom's side (She's my mom's, aunt's daughter. So technically we're 2nd cousins). I was always jealous of that. I have to work out and honestly I hadn't been keeping up with that lately. Got a bit of a belly over the last few months. 

To top it off, Veronica has the most gorgeous green eyes I've ever seen! A guy would be lucky to have an opportunity to stare into those deep green pupils and get lost. One time, years ago, I actually zoned out looking at them as she was telling me a story. I told her I was thinking about something else, I don't remember what but I'm not sure she really bought it. She never mentioned it again though. 

I pulled the rental car up to Veronica's driveway about 7:45 that evening. We were planning on going to dinner but a delayed flight caused me to be 2 hours later than expected so Veronica just ordered some pizzas. I got my bags out of the car and went up to the front door to ring the bell. 

'Adam! You made it!' She exclaimed as she opened the door. She came out and gave me a big hug. I was so happy to see her for a multitude of reasons. One, I was happy to just finally get there. And I remember how great Veronica always smelled. She had this lotion she uses that smells like vanilla and lilac. Plus, it was just great to see her again. She was always my favorite person in the family. 

'So, you're here for a whole week huh? I'm so glad to see you. What will your days be like for work? Will you have anytime for you and I to hang out?'

'Actually Veronica, I'll have more than I thought. The trade show I was here for ended up being shorter than expected due to scheduled remodeling on the venue that's hosting the event. I only have to be there tomorrow. I just took the rest of the week so you and I could hang out.'

'That's wonderful Adam! I'm so glad we can catch up. It'll be like old times. In fact, I thought since we are just having pizza we should curl up on the sofa with a classic movie while we stuff our faces tonight. How about one of our favorites? Goonies!'

'That sounds great. I haven't seen it in years.'

'Ok then. I'm just gonna go ahead and shower first and I'll be out in about 10 minutes. I set up your room in the back if you want to put your stuff away and the pizza guy should be here in a few. There's money on the table for him.'

'Sounds good.'

Veronica went to shower and I took my bags to the guest bedroom. The room was simply that too, not made up with kids toys or colorful paint for her children or anything. Veronica never got married. She's had serious boyfriends and one guy we all actually thought would be the one. However, she ended things with him. No one ever really knew the reasons why her relationships never lasted. I never pried but the rest of the family always asked why she wouldn't settle down with one of those nice men. 'They weren't right for me and I'm not settling just to make the rest of you happy.' she'd say. Good for her, she should do what's right for her...although I never told her that. 

As I unpacked and changed into a comfy tshirt and shorts I couldn't help but run the idea through my head how amazing a woman she really is. Always positive, never a really harsh word about anyone. She's got a great career and looking at a promotion. Everything is going well for her and all people in the family focus on is when she is getting married. 

Ding-dong

It was about 5-6 minutes later when the doorbell rang indicating the pizza was here. I walked out of the room towards the kitchen. I had to walk past the bathroom and heard the shower was not running anymore. 'That the doorbell Adam?' Veronica asked. 

'Yes.' I said as I instinctively turned my head her direction as if to look at her when I spoke. The bathroom door was cracked ever so slightly. When I turned, I saw the briefest outline of Veronica standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. I couldn't see much else but I saw the smallest glance at her nude breasts. All I could really tell is that her nipples were perfect and perky!

Quickly I glanced away before she could tell that I was looking. I got the money off the kitchen table and went to the front door. There was just enough to cover the pizza and a nice tip. I locked the door and put the pizza in the kitchen. 

'Smells awesome! Just like when we were kids huh little guy?' Veronica said as she walked into the kitchen. 

'Really Veronica?'

'I know, you hate that nickname. Alright. You get some slices ready for us and I'll put the movie on.'

Wow! She had caught me a bit by surprise. Not by calling me little guy, she'd done that for years. But when she walked into the kitchen she was wearing a very long v neck shirt that was obviously designed for a woman. Sort of a nightgown type shirt to wear around the house. It was slightly damp from her body after the shower and outlined those nice nipples I had just seen, obviously no bra. And I couldn't be sure, but I believe she had no panties on. Veronica was truly a stunning woman in her early forties who looked in her early thirties!

As I plated a few slices of pizza, I noticed something. My comfy shorts were being stretched out by my little boner! Good lord! The sight of her made me pop wood. I couldn't sit next to her like this. 

'Adam, the movie is queued up. You ready?'

Ready for what? You to see my little bulge sticking out to not only embarrass myself cause my cousin turned me on but how small that bulge is? I thought of something that could work. I walked in the room with the plated pizza slices. Luckily the room was off the kitchen in such a way I could sort of come up behind the sofa from one side. 

'Here you go. Put those on the coffee table for me please. I'm gonna go use the restroom real quick.'

'Ok, no problem.' she said. I was hoping she wouldn't quite turn all the way around but she did and looked right at me. It seemed her eyes were pointed upwards, I don't think she noticed. I gave her the plates and turned around to quickly make my way down the hall. 

I actually didn't go to the bathroom, I grabbed a spare blanket from the guest room. I figured I'll just say I'm a bit chilly and cover up. 

'Ok, let's start the movie.'

'Are you cold Adam?'

'Just a bit, no big deal. I figure this blanket will do the trick.'

'Hey! Let's both sit under the blanket like when we were younger and watched movies. Then it's really like old times!'

'Sure. That's a great idea.' Yeah, cause that didn't make me any less hard, being next to you while you've got that freshly showered look and sharing a blanket with me on the sofa. At least we'd both be covered and she wouldn't see my tiny bulge right? 

We sat there for about 20 minutes and ate our pizza while we watched the movie, not saying a word but completely engrossed. Veronica is funny about movies too. No matter how many times she watches something, if it made her jump or flinch the first time, it will make her flinch again. When we got to scenes that had little shocks or surprises she would jump. She'd grab my leg or shoulder, not really being scared just reaching out in reflex. I didn't overall mind, but my small boner was not any closer to going away with her doing that. 

I caught myself looking at her every so often during the movie. Looking at her beauty and thinking, why do you have to be my cousin. Granted, 2nd cousin but still... Of course if she wasn't somehow I'd probably mess it up with her too. 

'What? What are you looking at? Is there pizza sauce on my face?'

'Huh?' Uh oh! Apparently I'd been staring too long. She noticed. You 

'What? Tell me!'

'Oh nothing...I was just thinking how fun this was when we were kids.'

'You're not enjoying it now Adam?'

'No. I mean, yes...I am. It's just, well it's different now. Not different really, it's just...well, it kinda...' I was rambling all over myself. You moron, she's gotta be suspicious of something. Say something!

'See Veronica, it's just we're older now and it's kinda funny how after all this time...what I mean is that you and I have grown up and...you're so beautiful right now!'

Dear god! Did I just tell my older cousin that I think she's attractive? Calm down, you said beautiful. It's kinda weird as we're sharing a blanket in a dark room watching a movie but it's ok. 

'You really think I'm beautiful? I mean, we were always great to each other and had lots of fun growing up but you've never said anything like that to me before or expressed any sort of attraction to me directly.'

Oh good lord! She did take that as I'm attracted to her! Not that I'm not but, I can't let her know...

'Yes I do, I mean it's just that, I think you've grown into a hot, um...that is a very good looking person and...', rambling again...

'Well, I guess that explains this doesn't it?' She threw back the blanket and grabbed my shorts, specifically the crotch. Her hand was cupping my little erection. Apparently I didn't hide it as well as I thought. 

'Uh...' was all I could say. 

'It's ok Adam. You don't have to be embarrassed. Truth be told, I've known for a long time you've thought I was attractive. I mean, I'm the older cousin you practically grew up with. I knew before you really knew what attraction was that you had a thing for me. I just didn't place much stock in it until one summer at a reunion, you were 18 and I was 24. A few of us stayed at aunt Patty's house. It was late at night and I had gone downstairs to scare you in the middle of the night as a prank. I peeked in the door of the room. The lamp on the end table was on so I saw pretty well in there. You were lying in bed with your shorts down to your ankles and no shirt. I saw you masturbating. I remember being shocked at first but as I watched I saw you slowly jerking your dick, it was so small and cute. It took all my willpower not to jump you right there and put that sexy little dick in my mouth and suck you off. Especially after I heard a single word leak from your mouth.'

'You mean, you saw? You heard me...?'

'Yes Adam, I heard you whisper my name...Veronica!'

I was mortified right then, but strangely enough still rock hard. I noticed that Veronica's hands were on my upper thighs...

'When I saw you that night, well something happened. I had 2 previous boyfriends from college that I had sex with. Those boys were great and had called my name out many times, but none of them ever had the passion or love in their voice that I heard with you that night. From that moment on, the only boy I ever thought about really was you. I knew it was wrong and very taboo to feel that way about my cousin. Especially the one I had been so close with for so long. 

Even through all the boyfriends I had moving forward, they all had some factor that reminded me of you. A smile, laugh, favorite movies, but nothing ever quite filled what you held...hold...on me.'

I heard everything she said, at the same time realizing that she was moving closer and her hands were moving up my thigh and into the legs of my shorts on a quest to find my tiny erect penis. I also became aware of the steady flow of precum coming out the head of my little peepee. 

'It's nice to know those boyhood feelings of yours are still there...because my feelings are still there too.'

All of a sudden, there she was... looking me in the eyes as her hand found my dicky. 

'Mmmm, you're so hard. I never imagined you'd feel so good in my hands.' She then leaned in and began kissing me. I awkwardly put my hands around her and rubbed her back as we made out, her hand slowly jerking my little cock. 

'I want to see it...' She whispered in my ear. 'Let me see it up close.'

'Mmm, hmm...' I answered with a nod. She leaned back. However, I was frozen with shock and anticipation. 

'Ok, I'll help,' she said, 'Let's get these shorts off huh?'

My mind heard and my body responded but I didn't say a word. My legs just instinctively spread so she could pull my shorts off. As she did she saw for the first time, up close, my hard four inch boner glistening with precum which was still flowing. 

'Mmmm, that's sexy...little guy!' She put an emphasis on little. 

'Veronica...' I said with an embarrassed tone. 

'Oh honey, don't be embarrassed. Remember, I've known about your size for about 20 years. I think it's adorable. I bet it tastes even better than it looks...'

She winked at me and the next thing I knew, my favorite cousin was leaning forward to put her gorgeous lips around my little boner. It felt amazing...like her mouth was molded to fit my penis perfectly. The sensation was familiar as I had received head before but what Veronica was doing was nothing short of incredible. As if, her mouth was destined to be around my dick. I felt her lips and tongue in action as her head moved up and down. Her tongue was working in ways no other woman had done to me in the past. When it went into my dickhole...I almost lost control. 

'Uhh...mmmmm...ooooh,' I moaned as she tickled my balls at the same time. 

'Do you like this little guy? Do you like cousin Veronica sucking your wittle peepee?' She said as she paused briefly. 

'Yes...mmmm, oh yes! You're amazing!'

'Good, I'm glad. Now, I want to feel your tongue on me.' She stated as she leaned back. She reached down and pulled her night shirt over her head. She was completely naked under there and for the first time ever I saw my gorgeous cousin in all her glory. Her tits were just as magnificent as they could be, natural and amazingly perky. Had to have been low C or even High B cups. Her pussy was clean shaven except for the tiniest little landing strip above her sweet pink lips. 

'Taste me Adam, I want to feel your tongue on my pussy!' She put her hands on my head, not pushing, just guiding me to her sweet vagina. I had never tasted one so good in my entire life! The fragrance was superb as well!

She moaned, obviously in full appreciation of what my tongue was doing. I licked her up and down while tickling her asshole with my fingers as well. She twitched with a motion and let out a loud moan...

'Unnnghhh, yes...good lord fucking yes! Oh Adam...that's it's, uhhhh...oh god!!'

Most girls I've tried the anal play on refused for me to continue. Others didn't get this much pleasure. I was hoping she would be different and boy was she...the squirt of pussy juice that shot all over my face proved otherwise!

She writhed and screamed in ecstasy...'Oh Adam...eat my pussy, lick my clit...make it feel so...ohhhh...oohhhhhh...OOOHHHHHH!!'

She came all over my face. She stopped writhing and I came up for air. I looked up at her. What she said next shocked me!

'You did so well, and you played with my bumhole oh so great! It felt good...let me return the favor.'

She put me on my back, my legs over her shoulders. She moved her head down as she spread my ass cheeks with her fingers. The next sensation was the greatest one I'd ever felt. She jerked my little peepee while moving her tongue up and down again over my tight backdoor. 

No one had ever attempted to play with my ass. It was an amazing sensation...too good. 

'Uh...uhhhh... AHHHHHHH!' Not 30 seconds after she stuck her tongue in my ass, I came all over my stomach. 

'A little quick on the draw there huh sweetie?' Veronica said to me. 

'I'm sorry, it's just, no one had ever done that to me and you're so...I was...'

'Shhh, it's ok. We have all week little guy. I'll be able to play with your boy sized little dick again. You may never have a full grown man cock but cousin Veronica will be sure your tiny dick feels oh so good. But for now...'

She leaned in and licked up all the cum off me. 

'Time for bed little guy. You have a good day at your trade show tomorrow and I'll see you tomorrow evening. 

I was so embarrassed. I prematurely ejaculated all over after my sexy cousin good barely get her hands on me. At least I made her cum too. But I wasn't sure how I could make it through tomorrow without thinking of what she and I just did. Especially after she made those teasing remarks about my tiny penis. I'm not sure why...but those remarks made me feel even hornier. I wanted her to tease me again, oh so bad!!



Cousins Alone Ch. 01



Chapter One: "Simple Pleasures"

I hadn't been to my uncle's house in a few years, so when I heard that I was going, I was kind of excited. I had memories of fishing with my uncle, playing with my cousin, and eating great food all the time we were there. Usually visiting relatives was boring, but I always enjoyed going to my uncle's place.

He, my aunt, and my cousin all lived in a cabin on a huge, quiet lake. Behind it was a huge backyard that had its own private pier that went out over the lake where we would do our fishing. The yard had a big hill in it, so you weren't able to see the pier, or anybody on it. I can vividly remember it being the best hiding place for playing hide and seek with my cousin Hannah. 

I had just graduated high school and so had Hannah. It was now the summer before college, which was supposed to be the best summer for anyone. A trip to the cabin was lined up, and I was ready to go before school was out.

My mother and I arrived to be greeted by all three of them in the front yard. They were there to open our doors for us, give hugs and whatnot. It was a beautiful, sunny, warm day and the lake was glistening. We were set to be here for four days and three nights, and I knew it was going to be a good time.

As I got out of the car, my aunt first greeted me. It was the ol' hugs and kisses then, "Oh how I missed you...". Then came my uncle with a quick, man-to-man hug and then, "You ready to go fishin' boy?" I laughed and told him I was.

Finally, my eyes met up with one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. It was Hannah, all grown up. Well, so was I, but not like this. At first sight I didn't believe that was her. The last time I had seen her we were both twelve. She had had braces, was scrawny, and was kind of nerdy. But what I saw this day was different. She was beautiful.

Hannah was now taller than me with a sexy, athletic build and no more braces. She had straight, shoulder-length brown hair, beautiful baby blue eyes, and the cutest face with the added pleasure of a freckle or two. Her chest was still small, but definitely bigger than the last time I'd seen her. I couldn't see much with the breezy blue dress she was wearing, but as I looked her long, smooth legs over I couldn't help thinking about that body inside the dress.

"Wait a minute!" I thought to myself, "This is your cousin. You bad boy!" I immediately came out of my momentary daze and went over to hug her. "Hey Jason, how are you?" she asked. "Couldn't be better", I said as I snuck a peek over her shoulder to check out her backside. She had a tight little round ass that just screamed mount me.

"Uh oh", I realized after I had got a look. I had to cut the hug a little short in order to spare myself the embarrassment of pressing wood against my cousin. We eventually began unloading the car and moseying into the cabin. As I carried my luggage to the door, I kept thinking how shameful and guilty I felt that I got wood from looking at my own cousin!

"Jason, you can sleep in Ron's room while you're here because he won't be able to come by", my uncle said from behind me. Ron was my older cousin who was studying for a master's degree over the summer. I realized as I struggled down the hall with my luggage that his room was next to Hannah's room, and I felt even guiltier.

After I had settled in and stashed my luggage in a neat pile on the floor, Hannah came in and sat on my bed. "So how was graduation?" she asked. Trying to keep my mind off her hot body I tried focusing on the conversation, "It went smooth. No problems with anything. I thought it was pretty boring really. What about yours?" As I finished moving stuff around, I went over and sat on the bed next to her, but made sure not to get too close for my own good.

"My was fine, too! I'm glad to be out of there," she said as I kept my eyes on her eyes and nothing else. Then she continued as she leaned back, supporting her body with her arms, "So tell me what you've been up to. Where are you gonna go to college?" As she made her movement to lean backwards, obviously for comfort, I felt very uncomfortable because I started having my thoughts again. How could I not though? That hot body was right there in front of me, now leaning backwards where her dress adjusted to reveal every curve of her fantastic body. 

I couldn't help but watch the dress settle on her bosoms, but shot my eyes back up to hers very quickly. "Corpus", I managed to stutter out. "Cool", she said supportively, "Now I'll have someone to stay with when I go to the beach!" Yikes! That sealed it for me, the thought of her in a skimpy bikini in my own apartment on the beach. I stood up in order to hide my petrified wood, but now I had to come up with a reason for why I stood up. I began frantically looking around for something to do as an excuse. I did the only thing I could think of and began messing with my luggage where my back was turned to her so I could calm down.

Finally, in response I said, "Yeah! You can come down and visit me anytime. I'm going to get an apartment because I don't like dorms, so there will be plenty of room." As soon as I realized what I had said, I began having dirty thoughts of her naked by the beach. Holy shit! Even with as much guilt as I was having, I couldn't break the thought process and I only got harder. 

"Hey, sorry to cut this short, but can we continue this later? I need to change clothes", I told her to get her out of the room. She had made a noise like she was going to speak before I did, but I didn't care. I had to get her to leave, otherwise who knows what I might have done.

I heard her stand up and say, "Sure, no problem." Then she disappeared out the door. I heard her open another door and close it, so I figured she went to her room. I quickly ran over to my door and locked it fast. Finally in private, I could steam off these hormones, or so I thought.

I looked down and saw a large bulge in my khaki shorts. I unzipped them and pulled them down to my feet. A very large bulge in my boxers shot forward. My boxers were stretched to the limit that you could see my cock and balls through the leg holes as I looked in the mirror across the room.

"Damn", I thought to myself, "You're fucking cousin did this! This is so wrong." I pulled my boxers down to my feet, and then kicked both the shorts and boxers away. My cock pointed straight forward at an almost perfect 90-degree angle. I had seen a lot of porn and done a lot of jacking off in my teenage years, but never had I seen my cock so big or so hard. As guilty as I felt, I still felt a little pride boil up.

I paced around the room bottomless for a while, trying to think of a way to get rid of this raging boner and how to avoid getting another one from my cousin. Still, as I walked, my balls would bounce a little and only intensify the hard-on. 

So, I pulled the mirror closer and sat on the bed. I could only shake my head in disbelief, but then, I thought of one way to get rid of it. "What's the sure way to get rid of a boner? Jack off", I thought, "But this is your cousin! You can't jack off to your cousin. That would be so wrong."

Finally, after sitting for five minutes trying to resist tugging on my member, it deflated a little. Relief was on the way. But then I thought of her leaning back on the bed again, and back up it went.

"Oh, hell", I kept thinking, "It's not like anyone would know. You might as well just shoot one off for Hannah so you can get her out of your system." So, I lay back on the bed, began to tug at the tip a little, then the shaft. Then, assuring myself this would be the one and only time, I pulled my shirt off, spit on my hand, and began pumping my cock slowly.

As I got into it, I gradually sped up, letting my hand slide all the way from the base to the tip with each pump. I started thrusting my hips a little. As my right hand did the work, my left hand started fondling my balls. I could already tell that this was better than any other masturbation I had ever done.

I bent my legs upward to get better thrusting action. I sped up the pumping some more. Pre-cum oozed out and re-lubricated my hand. Finally I started feeling the first feelings of a great orgasm. Deep inside my balls, then up into my shaft. I was ready to squirt.

By this time my breathing was hard and I did everything I could to keep anybody from hearing heavy breathing or shouts of pleasure, although I wanted to so badly. As I reached maximum speed for pleasure, I thought, "Okay, this is it. You're about to erupt to your cousin. This is the last chance to stop." But then, I thought of that hot, sexy body and that dress coming off of it, then the skimpy bikini in my apartment.

Jets of cum burst forward as I thought of her screaming in painful pleasure, nude on my bed. I kept pumping until no more cum was left. I had my eyes closed the entire time, so I just lay there with my eyes shut as my dick softened and my breathing settled. That had been the best orgasm I had had up to that point.

Finally, I opened my eyes to survey any damage. I first looked down at myself. Of course I was covered in it, from the belly down to the balls. Then I looked at the bed. Luckily nothing had gotten on the bed. I slowly sat up with a smirk of pride and thought of both guilt and pleasure. Then, I looked up to see the other mess I had made.

There about three feet from the bed was the mirror, covered with sticky goodness from top to bottom. First, not realizing what had been done; I began thinking, "Damn! I've never shot that far before." Then, I realized that my aunt's mirror was covered in my manly creams and softly screamed, "Oh shit!"

As I quickly began searching for the shirt I had thrown off, I thought I heard something. My first thought was that I had been heard and the jig was up. I had been caught masturbating in my uncle's house. At least they didn't know whom to. But then, I realized that the noise was not coming from someone standing at the door, it was from the wall next to the mirror. It sounded like a laugh that had been muffled.

I didn't have time to investigate this right away because there was cum drying onto an antique mirror. I found the shirt, stood up and quickly ran over to the mirror. I began wiping it frantically trying to remove the sticky substance before it left white spots. I was able to reach it in time, so the big problem was over. But now there were two small problems. The first of which was how the hell was I going to clean my shirt without someone seeing man goo on it, and the second of which was what was that sound I had heard. 

I decided that the shirt could wait. I could just clean it when I showered, then hide it somewhere. It was time to investigate. I put on some clean boxers and started hunting around the wall. It didn't take long to find that a small vent on the wall next to the floor existed there, so I had found the source of the noise. But who or what was it?

I lay down on the floor so that I could see through the vent. Just as my face arrived at the vent, I realized that was the wall that was shared with Hannah's room. Sure enough, I peeked through and saw a girlishly decorated room, complete with the girl.

Oh no, had I been caught masturbating by my cousin, ironically whom I was masturbating to? If so, had she been watching the whole time, or was it just enough to see that I temporarily re-decorated her mother's mirror? This wasn't good. If she had, would she tell her family which would forever ban me from this house for eternity and leave me family shame, or was she enjoying it? 

What will happen next? Did Hannah catch Jason masturbating and will she rat on him, or find it sexy? Find out more in "CHAPTER TWO: PIER CONVERSATION"



Cousins Alone Ch. 02



Chapter Two - Pier Conversation

My mind was an entire mess now, but then I realized what I was watching through the vent. Hannah was no longer in her blue dress, but now in a skimpy little bra and thong panties. I reasoned that since I had already enjoyed myself of her, that it wouldn't hurt anything to take a peek at the real thing.

She was walking around her room moving different clothes to different places as if she was getting ready to change outfits. What an ass she had, as it winked at me with every step she took. Then, I hit overload. My cock got hard again and I couldn't help but reach down and pump it as I watched. Jackpot! She pulled her bra off revealing her beautiful little bosoms to me with those cute, light brown nipples. She also had small freckles here and there on that built body, which turned me on more. 

I began pumping faster. Bingo! Off came her thong, revealing to me a clean-shaven crotch, which glistened in the light, and the folds of a pink, tight pussy. I was almost ready to cum again. She looked over her body as if she was thinking of something, but then began to put on a t-shirt and tight blue sweat pants. Whoa! My cousin wasn't wearing any undergarments. 

I decided I was going to shoot another load again, so I began pumping away. As I began focusing more on my hard-on and less on the vent, I didn't realize that she had left her room. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door. "Jason", my cousin's voice called sweetly, "dinner should be ready soon." 

Feeling somewhat violated, I had to put my almost bursting hard-on away fast. I managed to somehow call out, "Yeah, I'll be right there." I quickly wiped myself off with my already dirty t-shirt, sprayed some body spray on so that my juices couldn't be smelled, and threw on some clean clothes. After composing myself, I left my room after what seemed an eternity. I slowly walked into the living room where everyone was watching TV as my uncle cooked. Still a bit unsure, I looked at everyone as if watching for signs that they knew what I had been up to.

After convincing myself I had gotten away with it (except for the possibility of my cousin), I went and sat on the empty couch. Hannah was laying on the floor stomach down in her t-shirt and tight sweat pants, which featured the curves of her great, panty-less ass. My mom and aunt were each in their own recliner. The couch I sat on was positioned directly behind my cousin, so I had a great view and never really knew what was on TV. The next few hours were uneventful except for the great dinner.

Afterwards, I went back to my room and fired up Ron's game station so I could get my mind off of my cousin. After a few hours of playing some violent games, I had finally gotten my mind clear enough where I could only think of how guilty I felt. My eyes had gotten tired of staring into the screen, so I turned off the system and looked out the window. It was a warm, clear night with beautiful stars in the sky, which were also in the mural below on the water's reflection.

Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. It was Hannah asking me if I would like to join her in fishing on the pier. I immediately said yes not realizing that I would be alone with my steaming hot cousin, who might have seen me masturbating, out of view of any parents. 

Out the room I came to view Hannah still in her tight sweats. We walked past the living room where the adults were resting off their full bellies, told them we'd be fishing, grabbed some poles from the garage, and we were on our way, out the back door.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" I asked her as we went over the top of the hill in the back yard. After you went over the hill, you could see nothing but the pier and the lake. It's a beautiful site, especially at night. 

"Yes, it is. I love the stars", she responded. We arrived at the pier, walked out to the end and I flipped on a light that went out over the water. Only a little light shown where we were standing.

We rigged our poles, baited our hooks, and cast out our lines without any words. After just sitting for ten minutes or so, Hannah finally spoke, "So tell me some more about yourself. I haven't seen you in a while. I want to know everything." Hannah was always friendly with me, and I had always tried to be but no matter what I tried, I was always a man of few words. I didn't have much of a response for her. I was never good with those kinds of questions.

"Well, I'm going to go to college in the fall, like you. I'm gonna go to Corpus Christi University down on the beach", was all I could come up with. 

Hannah laughed and said, "I already know that, silly. I meant for you to tell me about your personal life. What do you like to do with free time? Do you have a job? Do you have a girlfriend? That kinda stuff."

Somehow, I was able to loosen up all of a sudden. Maybe I felt comfortable talking with her since she was family and I had kind of grown up with her. "No, I don't have a job, well, except my music. I play small coffee shops and stuff sometimes", I told her, then continued, "And no, I've never had a girlfriend. You know how quiet I can be sometimes." 

"Never?" she asked curiously, "That's not good. A guy like you should have had some kind of thing in high school." I could only smile at her positive-ness.

"So what about you?" I asked, "Have you had a boyfriend?" 

She looked down at her feet as if she didn't want to answer, but reluctantly looked back up and told me, "Yeah, I did a while back, but he was such a jerk. We only lasted about a month."

"Well that sucks", I added, "but at least you had something." We both laughed. As I watched my cousin's body language and the fire in her eyes, it seemed to me that she was holding back something; like she was holding off on a question she wanted to know the answer to very badly.

This body language made me very anxious and I felt like I was being watched. The guilt was building up, and I eventually couldn't stand her shifting anymore. I had to know what was on her mind. Could it be something about what she might have seen earlier, or was it something different? I had to know now, so I asked her softly, "What's on your mind?"

She quickly fired back with an "Oh, nothing" answer. 

"Don't tell me that", I responded, "I know you have something on your mind. Go ahead and say it, I promise you won't upset me." I knew I was being very bold by saying she wouldn't, but I had to know.

"I-I-was just wondering", she said with a shy tone, looking down at her feet, "if you were still a virgin." I was surprised to be hearing this from my cousin, but it didn't upset me in the least. I laughed with a cutesy grin and told her that I still was. Then I asked her if she was, and she said yes.

Now I felt anxious again, because now I wanted to know what brought that question up, so I asked after a little laugh, "So what brought that on?" 

"Want me to tell you the truth?" she asked me. 

"Of course", I answered. 

"Well", she continued, "I was hoping you would be able to tell me what it's like, but you're in the same boat as me." After a pause, she added with a more open tone, "Hey! You want to have a discussion about it?"

I began feeling somewhat turned on by this talk and tried to avoid it, but couldn't resist, so I told her, "I do feel a little uncomfortable talking about this with my cousin, but if you want to, sure." 

"Oh, don't be silly", she assured me, "I'm the last person that would tell anyone about this conversation." Starting to feel the first phase of a boner, I looked out at the lake and tried to think of fish instead of her. There was a rush of blood sending a warming sensation through my body.

"So how do we do this?" I asked her after giving up all hope of resistance. 

"I guess we can just take turns asking questions", she said, "like I ask you about guy stuff, and you ask me about chick stuff." 

"Fair enough", I stated, "who goes first?"

"I will", she quickly and anxiously stated, then asked, "How often do you like to masturbate?" I was quickly aroused by this question so I shifted slightly so she wouldn't notice. 

Embarrassed, I told her, "At least once a day. That's just average, though. Sometimes it's more, sometimes less."

I saw her eyebrows arch high above her eyes in surprise, and then she said, "Wow! Do all guys do it that much?" I laughed and told her that some do it much more than that, which is true.

Trying to get off my own habits, I fired back, "My turn. How often do you masturbate?" 

She had a shy look on her face and said, "At least twice a week. My friends told me that's a lot for a girl but I can't help it. I get really horny sometimes." The fire in her eyes seemed to get brighter.

"When you orgasm", she asked, "how long does it usually last? Like how long does it, flow out and how far will it, fly?" 

"It all depends on how horny I am, how long it's been since I last did it, and how turned on I am by whoever I'm thinking about", I said, then continued, "I don't want to get too technical, but in my own studies, I find that the longer it's been since I did it last, the further it flies. Also, if I just did it within about an eight-hour period, it usually just flows out instead of shooting, but that's just me. Might be different for another guy."

"Wow! That's a lot of information", she said with a frisky tone. 

Then I asked, "What about you? What does it take for you to have a lot of stuff come out of you?" 

"It drives me crazy when my g-spot is rubbed just right", she told me, "and when I shove all of my toy into it. I somehow fit all of it in." Now I was rock hard again, and the questions kept flowing from each of us, the next more embarrassing than the one before it.

We got to a point where I felt tense up to the throat, but she stopped questioning me as if to absorb all of the information I'd given her. Then, with that fie in her eyes again, she looked back up with a sexy grin and asked me, "When you were masturbating this afternoon, who were you thinking about?"

Oh shit! I was trapped like a rat now. She had seen me, and now she was asking me the question, which I dreaded hearing more than knowing I was seen. I looked around as if I expected to see a camera recording this, because if I told her that it was her I was thinking about, she'd have proof and I'd be banished from my own family. So, I played the only logical card for the situation, which was deny that I was masturbating.

"Me?" I acted offended, "I wasn't masturbating today. If I was going to do it here, I'd do it in the shower." 

"Don't give me that bullshit", she exclaimed, "I was watching everything through the vent from the time I left your room to the time you smothered the mirror! Now tell me, who was it that turned you on so much?" After I held my mouth shut like I was a hostage she stood up and walked over to me, got on her knees next to my armrest and began rubbing my left arm, "Tell me who made you shoot three feet today." I shook my head side to side. 

"Aww, why don't you want to tell me who it was?" she kept rubbing. 

"I just don't want to", I answered nervously, "You don't know her anyway." 

With a cute little laugh she said, "I think I do. Jason, tell me the truth." Her hand was now cupping my raging hard on and balls. "Was it me? Do I turn you on that much? You can tell me, I won't bite, or not hard." I was still somehow able to put up a last effort of resistance shook my head no again. 

She then rolled her t-shirt up where it just covered her nipples, revealing her golden, freckled skin and the bottoms of her soft, round breasts, then said, "I know it was me Jason. I know I turned you on. Just admit it." Her hand change from cupping my crotch to unzipping my shorts.

I couldn't resist any longer. This was it; I was either dead to my family or in a really hot sexual situation. It gathered all my strength in courage and put it all in my head and neck muscles to shake my head yes.

I admitted it, and I was now expecting her to go running over the hill to rat me out, but instead, I watched her pull her shirt off of her fabulous body, showing her light brown nipples and slight tan lines. She grabbed my cock through the open hole in my shorts and began to pump it even with my boxers still on. She waddled over on her knees to get in front of me as she kept pumping. Then, she unbuttoned my boxers and pulled my member out. She looked at it, then looked at me with an intriguing look upon her face and said, "Wow! It's bigger than my dildo!" 

She began to pump it with one hand and put her mouth over the tip of it. Her warm, moist saliva made me almost fall backwards out of my chair from pleasure. Then, just as she was about to stick it in farther, we heard my aunt's voice hollering from the house, "Jason! Hannah! Come tell us all goodnight."

"Fuck!" I screamed silently. I quickly stood up and zipped my shorts up while Hannah scrambled for her shirt. 

We quickly packed up all of our fishing stuff and she said, "We'll have to finish this up later." We then took off up the hill, towards the house. 

*

What will happen next? Will Hannah make Jason wait forever, or will it just be a short while until they can teach each other to make love. Find out in CHAPTER THREE - MOONLIT SHACK.



Cousins Alone Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Moonlit Shack

After telling my aunt, uncle, and mother good night, I made every move to avoid Hannah so that I could re-compose myself before anything went any further. I went to my room and locked the door. I could hear the TV on in the living room, so I knew where she was.

I thought to myself, "You sick-o! Your cousin was sucking your dick! Now you're definitely a hick. Oh, but who's going to know? We're just two virgins helping each other out. It's just a learning thing, nothing serious." My mind was back and forth for what seemed an eternity as I sat and thought on my bed.

About an hour later, still sitting on my bed thinking, I heard quiet little tap on the door. I answered it. It was Hannah, and she was holding an unlit propane lantern. Before I could say anything, she put her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, then motioned for me to follow her. The question that I had pondered for the previous hour had been answered, as I obediently followed her through the dark hallway. 

Thinking we were going back out to the pier, I made a right turn at the end of the dark hallway for the back door. Just as I was about to stumble into the entertainment center that I couldn't see in the darkness, Hannah grabbed my left hand and pulled me towards the opposite direction. It was dark, and now I didn't know which way we were going. I eventually saw Hannah open a door, the front door. We weren't going to the pier.

As we cleared the house and ran towards the street, I asked her, "Where are we going?" She didn't answer me, but instead pointed in front of us. It was an old, wooden and metal shack that someone once used as a storage room. As we arrived at the rusted out door, she fired the lantern. We went through the door after opening it as quietly as possible, and then shut it. She weaved me through a maze of old farm equipment and tables to an empty corner, hidden in the darkness except from the light of our lantern.

As she sat the lantern on a nearby table and turned it higher, I asked, "So why did we come here instead of the pier?" "Because we'll be heard out there", she responded, "I tired masturbating out there once and my mom came out complaining that she heard something weird. I got away only because I hard her coming and put my pants back on before she got over the hill. My alibi was that I was stargazing." "Good one", I said with a smirk. She nodded then added, "So when I discovered that this barn was no longer used, I came out here and screamed my ass off coming, and not a single person heard me." 

My boner had returned when she told me this information. As I wandered around aimlessly, she began laying out an old blanket on the floor. Then, igniting the fire in her eyes again, she lunged at my shoulders with her hands as if to pin me in place, then said, "Now where were we?" Of course, I didn't have to answer that as she pushed me backwards to the table behind me. When the back of my legs hit the table, she pulled my shorts and boxers off, my cock lunging forward at her face. I took a seat on the table and to work she went.

She started just like on the pier, pumping me, and then sucking my head with a gentle demeanor. The moistness of her mouth made my dick tense up as big as it's ever been. After a few moments of this, she began to shove it inwards, then outwards, each time with more hot, wet saliva lubricating my member. At one point she shoved it in so good that I could feel her tonsils as she gagged a little. He gagging tickled the head and fired me up, ready to squirt. 

She kept sucking away as my goodness moved from my balls up to my shaft. I was ready, so in-between my heavy breaths I asked her, "Where do you want it?" She pulled her mouth off for a minute while keeping a good stroke going and screamed, "I want to taste it so badly! I want it in my mouth!" Then she quickly placed her mouth back over my cock, sped up, went deeper, and I burst! She was gagging again as I transferred my juices to her mouth. She tried to pull away, but I wasn't finished so I held her head for a while. Finally, I pulled my limp dick out of her mouth as I watched her swallow it like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

As I leaned back to rest and ignore my guilt, I noticed that she stayed down on her knees for a minute, and the look upon her face was a blank one. She was dazed at what had happened, too. Then, she looked up at me with a cold gaze and said, "You do realize what we've just done?"

"Hannah", I told her, "ever since the minute I came here I've had nothing but dirty thoughts about you, followed by feelings of guilt and remorse. The way I see it, we can stop now and forget we ever did this, or we can go on and be forbidden love-makers and forget all of our thoughts of it being wrong." "Well", she thought aloud, "the way I see it, we're just two cousins teaching each other the art of sex, and I don't see anything wrong with that." Her cold look changed to a very seductive one, then she told me to lie down on the blanket. As soon as my back hit the fuzzy warmth, Hannah sat down on top of my face and told me to eat her out.

"Okay", I managed to somehow yell upwards through the juicy muffler, and then signaled a thumbs up with my left hand. I began working my tongue all around her tight, juicy clit. Her juices were sweet and tangy, a wonderful pleasure to have. It didn't take long before she was moaning and arching her back. "Oh, James!" she would moan occasionally as I massaged her folds with my warm tongue. 

By the time another few minutes had passed, she was screaming in excitement things like, "Oh, James! I'm going to cum, oh yes! Yes!" She was right too. Before I knew it, she let out one hell of a scream as she arched her back and lifted both arms into the air as if it were a celebration that she was having an orgasm. Female juices filled my mouth and covered my face. Hearing her scream and making her orgasm was enough to get me going again, and I got hard instantly. 

After a few minutes of a series of random screams and flowing falls of creamy goodness, she had finally settled down and stood up. She laughed when she saw my sticky face covered in goodness. Then she noticed my hard-on. I watched her waddle over my neck to my crotch, then began to squat down on my dick, when I suddenly stopped her feeling a last shred of guilt. She sprang back up and asked, "What?"

"This is it", I said, "this is the last chance we have to stop this related loving, and this is the last chance we have to keep our virginity." She stopped dead in her tracks and gave it a good thought. Then, looking back down at me, she said, "I'm ready to lose it. I don't care who I'm losing it to at this point, either. Remember, we're just teaching each other as a favor." I nodded in agreement.

She slowly bent down for my cock. When her crotch hovered not far above it, she grabbed it in her hands, stroked it for a minute as if stalling for something, sighed, and slowly stuck it in her tight virgin pussy. She amazingly shoved it all in and took a seat on my crotch.

"Okay", she told me, "the hard part is over. We're both de-flowered now." I could only smile due to the warm, wet sensations I was feeling. Then she continued, "Let's do it." She slowly began shimmying up and down my flagpole as I laid my head back in delight. She was doing the work, and I was enjoying it. She gradually got quicker and moaned occasionally. Then she decided, "Let's try another position."

She pulled my cock out and stood up. She directed me in some motions and we were eventually both laying down on the blanket sideways. I stuck my dick in her pussy at an angle that stretched it so much, but felt so good. I'm sure she was feeling the stretch, too. I began to thrust harder and faster as we both moaned randomly, occasionally calling each other's names. 

Soon enough, we were both screaming. Hannah was constantly screaming, "Ooh! Fuck me harder! Oh yeah! That's so good!" My cock was tensing and I knew I was almost ready to burst again. I somehow got out of my mouth, "Oh yes! I'm going to cum! Where do you want it babe?" "In my pussy!" she screamed a response, "I think I'm going to cum, too!" Her moaning and screaming had shifted into a whimpering as if she was in pain, but really in pleasure.

Hearing these puppy-type sounds made me squirt fast and hard. "Oh yeah!" I screamed, "Ahhhh! Yes! Oh, shit! That's good!" As I filled her up with my man juices, her whimpering increased. Finally, I felt my cock flatten and I began to slow down.

"No!" she screamed, "Don't stop! I'm going to cream too!" So, with my flattening dick, I began to pump her as hard and as fast as I could. Finally she burst, "Oh God! Shit! Yes! Oh baby! Oh fuck me rotten! Oh shit yes!" Then, her womanly juices smothered my dick. Her pussy was now a juice box with two different flavors. 

After she returned to normal breathing, I pulled my limp, sticky, sore cock out of her red, swollen, leaking pussy. We both collapsed where we were for a while, thinking about how great it was. Guilt hadn't seemed to be a factor after that. There was just so much that we finally ignored it.

After a good rest, she got up and started putting her clothes back on. "We should get back", she told me, then continued, "one of them might wake up and find out we're both missing, then we're fucked in another sense. Anyway, we'll go out in the boat tomorrow. I know a spot on the lake that is a great hide away."

I just nodded in agreement, stood up, and put on my clothes. We left the shack; slunk and slithered around to make sure there was no one watching us anywhere, and then we snuck back into the house. The coast was clear; no one had caught us. So, when we reached our rooms, I squeezed her ass for a goodnight favor. In return, she grabbed my sore dick and squeezed it. It hurt, but it was funny. We both entered our rooms and fell fast asleep. 

What will happen when Jason and Hannah take a boat trip the next day? Find out in CHAPTER FOUR - HIDDEN LAGOON.



Cousins Alone Ch. 04



"Oh Hannah! Oh yes! Fuck! That's it! Yeah, your ass is so tight!" I said as Hannah bounced up and down as fast as she could while I fucked her in the ass. We were in my room having another great round of sex on the squeaky bed. "Oh shit! Get ready babe! I'm about to fill your hole up with the good shit!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Hannah and I were both breathing heavily and moaning.

"What the hell is that noise?" I heard my uncle's voice from the closed door. "What the hell is going on in there?"

"Oh shit," I screamed to Hannah, "I can't stop-I'm gonna come!" I was frantically thinking of a way out of this situation without embarrassing myself, but I was so close to an orgasm that I couldn't think; I just kept fucking her ass.

"That's it! I'm breaking down this damn door!" my uncle screamed as he tried his best to turn the locked knob.

"Jason, he's going to see us! We have to stop, he's serious!" Hannah managed to mutter through her heavy gasps for air. 

"I can't stop, I'll come all over the place if I do." I noted to her. I wasn't thinking clearly, but if I had jumped up at that point, I probably could have hidden in the closet and held off coming.

Suddenly, the door flew forward, off of its hinges and my uncle, with the glare of a grizzly bear, stood staring at us in a raging mad disbelief. Hannah jumped off of my cock and ran around frantically covering herself and looking for clothes, and I squirted my load high in the air. I was so embarrassed to come like that, but then I realized I had bigger problems than that.

"That's it boy," my uncle screamed as my load splattered the sheets and me, "I'm going to kill you." I had heard that expression used lots of times in my life, but that was the only time I believed the person saying it. As my uncle took off like a football player through the hall towards his room, I jumped up from the bed, dripping come all over the floor as I motioned for Hannah to hand me some shorts. I put them on as fast as I could and took off out the hallway and into the living room where my aunt and mother were waddling around like confused hens. "What's going on?" my aunt asked me as I stopped for a moment to think of a getaway.

"Oh nothing," I sarcastically announced while I ran out of air, "just that your husband is going to kill me."

"What'd you do?" my mom asked.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough" I said as I looked around the room like a hawk, searching for an escape route.

From the hallway I heard Hannah's voice scream, "No, Dad! You can't do that! You're crazy!" Then, Hannah came sprinting out of my room, down the hallway, and into the living room with nothing on but a sexy little thong.

Before Hannah could say anything my aunt said, "Hannah! Go put some clothes on! Why aren't you dressed?"

Hannah couldn't bother to answer because she was on a mission to protect me. She finished her run face to face with me, slouched over, gasping for air. When she caught a few breaths she looked up at me and very somberly said, "run."

Her advice scared me shitless, and I did what she said. I dashed out the back door and into the back yard. Then, through the open door I had just run through, I heard a shotgun blast behind me as I felt shrouds of the shot buzz my hair. My uncle was chasing me with a shotgun! I did the only thing I could, which was run as fast as I've ever run. 

I wove through the neighbors' backyards, desperately searching for a hiding place. My uncle wasn't running after me, but his stride kept up a pretty good follow. Somehow I managed to get out of his sight, and I very carefully and very quietly made my way to the old shed Hannah showed me the night before. 

I sat down in the darkest corner I could find and began to shiver with fear and guilt. In the distance I could hear my uncle's voice yell, "Come out, boy! Face your destiny! You fucked your cousin, now I'm gonna fuck you up." I couldn't see, but I imagined all the neighbors' yards I had run through were now looking at my uncle from their homes, thinking he must be crazy, screaming incest things to an unseen person. Or maybe they had seen me, and maybe they were thinking I was the crazy one.

"You fucked your cousin." Those words echoed over and over through my mind, as if it was a cave that the words kept bouncing off the walls, never going away completely. I rocked back and forth, thinking of the incest deeds I had done, knowing that it all started with me jacking off to my cousin. If I had just put my thoughts away and not pulled my cock out the afternoon before, I would have never degraded myself this far. I was fucked in another sense, as Hannah warned the previous night. 

For what seemed to be an hour, I sat thinking with the echoing words as strong as ever. Then, I suddenly saw a light through the cracks in the walls. It illuminated all the rusted farm tools hanging from the ceiling. Oh no, did Hannah sell me out? I thought of her betrayal for a moment but remembered that I had another problem to deal with first. The light was approaching much closer, headed right for the door. 

The rusty hinges creaked as the metal door opened slowly, with the large grizzly-like figure of my uncle holding a flashlight in one hand and a shotgun in the other. "Come out, boy," he eerily spoke, as if he were some kind of crazed serial killer, "I know you're in here."

The flashlight made its way around the shack, searching every corner of the walls. The light made its way closer, but as it approached, I became less scared. I knew that there was no way out of this, so what was there to be scared of anymore? I can't do anything, and I've been found. The light found my face as my uncle said, "Hello, boy. Let's talk."

Before I knew it, he was standing above me with a double shotgun barrel aimed right at my forehead. He kept the light in my eyes, blinding me for the most part. "My beautiful daughter is eighteen, so I know I can't prevent her from having sex if she wants to" he began. "In fact, I was prepared for her to someday sneak in a boy, and I wouldn't kill him, just scare him. But to find my daughter humping her own cousin in her brother's bed! I can understand teen hormones because I was one once, too, but your own cousin? I'm very disappointed in her, and she'll get what's coming to her, but you! I can't believe you would have the nerve to fuck your cousin! You're just sick! In fact, you're dead to me, and to this family. So, I'm going to do the only thing that will make everything right. You're dead to us, so you might as well be dead. Any last words?"

Of course I was sweating bullets and shaking at this point, but I wasn't about to try and run. I sputtered out some last words, "I just want you to know, if it makes you feel any little bit better, that it was entirely mutual. I didn't pressure her into anything. In fact, she came on to me. We both agreed to do what we did, and we considered ourselves two peers who were family, helping each other understand sex."

"Oh, how cute," my uncle said sarcastically, "but you're still dead."

He loaded two shells into his shotgun and removed the trigger safety. He placed the muzzle of the gun right between my eyes and I could feel the cold, steel circles on my eyebrows. I closed my eyes and awaited my death, and then my uncle said very softly, "Wake up."

I thought that his words were about the oddest thing he could say at a time like this, so I was compelled to open my eyes. I looked up at him with a curious look, and he said it again. My next thought was that maybe he wanted me to have my eyes open, so he had succeeded by making me curious. I stared at the black tunnels of the barrels, and he said it yet again. 

The next thing I knew, the gun hadn't been fired, but my body was shaking rapidly, as if some unknown force was shaking it uncontrollably. My uncle said, "wake up" again, but this time, his voice was different. It was his voice with the added voice of a woman. Again he said it, but his voice had less power and the woman's voice gained power. The shaking also increased. The voice sounded like Hannah. I looked around to see if I could see Hannah anywhere, but she wasn't there. 

I woke up disoriented to find Hannah knelt beside my bed, shaking me and whispering, "Wake up." 

"Finally!" she whispered, "What were you dreaming about?"

I didn't answer right away because I was very confused. I was back in Ron's room, lying in the bed. It was still completely dark inside and out. I looked around and found the clock on the dresser, which reported the time as 3:31 am. I scratched my head and realized the entire ass fucking, chasing, and killing was a dream. I remembered Hannah's question and answered nervously, "That was the worst dream I've ever had. I dreamt that we were having sex on this very bed and your dad caught us. He chased me around with a shotgun and I hid in the shed, but he found me."

Hannah giggled in her throat and said, "I guess that would explain the nervous, cold sweat and the talking."

"Good grief!" I exclaimed, "How long have you been watching me?"

"Well, I tried waking you up for at least five minutes. I heard you talking in your sleep and I came in here to try and keep you quiet before you started screaming and waking everybody up" Hannah said. 

I was a little embarrassed, but guilt overshadowed embarrassment. "I know what will calm you down" Hannah said, "How about a nice BJ?" 

I jumped up into a sitting position as she tried reaching for my crotch. I grabbed her hand in mine and said, "No, not right now. It's just too weird."

She smiled slyly and looked up with the familiar flare in her eyes and said, "Oh, don't be silly. It was just a dream."

She reached for my crotch again and I grabbed her hand a little more violently and stated, "I know, but it's just not right. I'm not even horny after that nightmare."

"Whatever." she replied, "I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow." As a last effort to get my cock, she stood up with no panties on, trying to remind me of that great snatch I'd had earlier, but I really wasn't at all turned on. She pulled her panties up and crept back to her room.

I was confused, I was scared, I was nervous, and I was tired. I went to sleep thinking of Hannah, but not in a sexual way. I thought of her as a relative I shouldn't be boning. Just before I drifted back off into Dream Land, I realized I'd be going across the lake with her tomorrow, into a secluded lagoon, with no parents around for hours. With any other girl, or even with her before my dream, I'd be turned on by such a thought. But because of the earlier nightmare, I didn't look onto the future with much enthusiasm. 

Will the sexual escapades end for Jason and Hannah? Will the boat trip be just a fun ride, or a sex trip? Find out in CHAPTER FIVE - HIDDEN LAGOON.



Cousins & Cuisine



The adversity of puberty and over active testosterone level, the search for my own identity, this was my struggle with my own 'modern' morality, my own created theory of what is good and what is bad. 'When we are happy, we are always good, when we are good, we are not always happy. To be good is to be in harmony with one's self; forced harmony with others, results in discord. The result is that pleasure is the only thing worth having a theory about'. 

I cannot claim this theory as my own. A more educated person than I wrote this. He also claimed it belonged to Nature. 'Pleasure is Natures test', he wrote, 'her sign of approval'. 

Living in a house with my two sisters and the adjustment to invite a new stepfather into my own private sanctum, was somewhat problematic. His futile attempt to act like a father was more a performance to satisfy my mothers' hopes of having a real 'Brady Bunch' type of family environment; it grew to be slightly pathetic. I transformed into a mutineer as the months went by, making live unbearable for the whole household. Revolting against any authority has caused our already fragile father-son relationship a serious setback. It has put a lot of stress on my college work and sadly, on his relationship with my mother. 

I felt it to be an invasion of my so-called manhood, my kingdom. My increased teenage obsession with sex exacerbated the situation as my own stubborn pride prevented me to approach him on the subject. In some good way, it forced me to hunt for the printed word, which I read with fascination, especially literature produced by the likes of 'Masters and Johnson'. I started experimenting with masturbation at the age of 16, reading the odd girlie magazine, which I managed to get from my friends in the neighbourhood. Still, this did not satisfy my quest for more knowledge and of course practise of this mysterious subject matter, my own secrets which I indulged in the safety of my own created fantasy world, silently thirsting for more.

It was in the beginning of summer when my mother, sapped from the tension, approached me with an alternative and asked if I would like to live with my Grandma, whom was looking after my two cousins at the time. A responsibility she took on after their father disappeared many years ago following their mother's death. The thought of no stepfather whom will invade my territory, a place where I can find my own identity, seemed very appealing. 

Justine at 19 was the oldest and in her final year of college studying Computer Science, coincidently the same as I was, which meant we would attend the same classes. She was a quiet, soft-spoken girl, often ridiculed for her shyness. At college she was playfully taunted as a 'Mrs. Goody-two-shoes', but was secretly admired by her friends and teachers for her moral fibre. I used to refer to her as 'Mother Theresa' and was sure she would become a nun one day. It would seem a great pity, as she excelled in sports and academically she was top of her class. Her body was lean and wispy with her long legs exaggerated by their thinness. Her waist long, fiery red hair and green eyes, gave her that elegant aristocratic look. She was the envy of just about all the girls in college and the desire of many a prick-carrier. 

Tanya on the other hand, a year younger than us, was more of a rebel and always up to a challenge. Her short ash blonde hair just touching her shoulders complemented her petite little body. Her hazel eyes and the faint freckles on her nose, gave her that wilful, challenging look. 

We got on a quite well. Tanya was more audacious, short skirts, tight jeans around her sexy little arse, mostly wearing no brassiere under her tight blouses. She had the normal teenage fascination towards dancing, singing and modelling. There was no end to the supply of entertainment she used to provide us by mimicking her favourites, her hips gyrating in mock seductiveness. Obviously in the absence of our conservative Grandma, for she had a real Victorian attitude to anything relating to the sinful pleasures of the flesh. She would definitely condemn Tanya to lifelong enrolment in a convent if she ever found out. 

Whenever we visited, I always tried to position myself in such a way where I can sneak a peak up either of my two cousins' milky-white thighs, trying to get a glimpse at their panty-covered crotches. An act, automated as if drawn to it by a magnet. They never caught on due to their innocents; both of them were blossoming into sexy little crumpets. I suppose, deep down they had their own struggle with their identities of becoming women, noticing the changes in their bodies, confused about these new desires welling up inside of them. 

Unfortunately, for them, the mention of sex towards our grandma was a taboo subject, with one exception; they had been using oral contraceptives with her approval, a practise frowned upon by the rest of the family.

My two cousins were quite thrilled to have a change, a man about the house. We developed a special bond between us, especially with Tanya because of the unruly mischief we used to get up-to. We would often just cuddle up on the coach while watching a scary movie. While she is in full concentration, I would secretly fantasize about her body, feeling the shameless desire burning between my legs. Her arms holding on to me, squashing her pert breasts against my chest, her innocent touch of my thigh when she awaits a tense moment in a scene. I would respond by holding her tighter, furtively slide my hand down her back to feel her rounded arse through her satin pyjamas.

Several times we would wrestle, playing, 'Who's the King', mostly initiated by me when she is in her short regulation college dress. With our arms tightly around each other, my hand 'misguidedly' brushing against her breasts, our legs entwined in battle, letting my upper thigh ground between her legs, sometimes wondering if she feels the same excitement as I do. At times, I thought I could feel a hint of wetness transpiring from the heat, not sure and with no confirmed revelation from her. This would make me end it quickly to go and jerk off to relieve the boiling frustration of desire, also, making a mental note to get hold of those panties to confirm my suspicion. 

It was on this one day after college that we were alone at home. Justine was still at college playing tennis. Tanya was standing in the kitchen in her short college dress and bare feet, busy making something to eat.

Sneaking up behind her, I said, "Tanya, are you going to make your 'old cousin' something to eat as well?" 

"No," she answered in her usual defiance.

"Please," I said, "I will do anything."

"Really," she said mockingly, "What precisely?"

As I circled my arms around her waist, I replied, "Well, we let the forces of nature decide by playing, 'Who is the King' and if I win, you will do my chores for two days. If you win I will do yours."

"No, you always win and I will only feel…never mind," she sighed. 

"Well, you have no choice," I said as I picked her up and carried her to the settee.

"Put me down, put me down!" she hissed through mocked anger.

"No, not until you give in or until I am satisfied that I am truly your King," I said deviously.

"Okay, you are the King, really, you are," she said through fits of laughter.

"I don't believe you. I am going to have to devour you to satisfy my hunger." I said as I pinned her arms above her head and leaning forward, "The menu indicates that I start at your neck first as an appetizer, then your sides." 

She shrieked helplessly as I force my face between her head and shoulder. I opened my mouth wide and took a slight bite. I hear a sigh as she pushes her hips up against me. As I continue to take smaller bites down the nape of her neck, I suddenly sensed her resistance waning slightly, her hysterical laughter, replaced by her quickening breath. Is it my imagination or what? She almost willingly offers her neck to me. I can feel my mouth going dry and an increased stirring in my shorts as my dick starts to swell inside my grey knitted shorts.

I pulled away and looked down at Tanya. Her cheeks flushed red and a hint of perspiration filtered across her forehead. Her now glazed eyes are half shut, her tongue caress her own parted dry lips caused by her rapid breathing. Her eyes opened more, a daring glint shot straight at me as if saying, "Come on, you started it, how far would you go?" A shy smile swept across her face. I looked down at the swell of her breasts. Two tiny little pink peaks, straining against her white college blouse. 

"Hey, you little tart," I said, "You are not wearing a bra; don't tell me you went to college like that?"

"No…" she answered, "I removed it when I got home, I hate wearing one, and only sometimes I don't wear one to college."

"That's very appalling. As your King I would have to punish you, what will the boys think of you at college?" I said as I lowered my head down.

Before she could answer, I leaned forward and started to nibble her breast playfully through the thin cotton blouse. A high-pitched sigh escaped through her lips as she pushed her hips upwards against my painfully hard cock. 

"No, please don't, if Justine…she will be home soon." She said breathlessly. 

Justine? Is that what bothered her? There must be more to her statement. Justine had joined in the fun on numerous occasions whenever we wrestled. Is she experiencing more than just the usual playful or innocent excitement? I felt a rush of pleasure shoot through my body as I decided to continue this playful torture. I needed to know, I must know if she feels the same. 

"Mm, this taste delicious," I said ignoring the faint pleading in her voice.

"Please stop, it is…," she whispered.

"I will stop if you make me something to eat," I said, as I moved my one hand to cup underneath her breast, squeezing upwards.

"No," came her nervous answer as she started to thrash about again, with no intend to let this up.

"Well, I will then just have to punish you for your disobedience to 'The King'," I said with wicked voice.

"You're too weak for a King," she said laughingly. Pushing me back, she arched her hips and threw me on to the floor. Before I could regain my balance, she was up and running down the corridor with a hysterical laughter.

Softly, I crawl until I reached her open bedroom door, listening for any giveaway of sound. I heard a restrained giggle emanating behind the door.

"Where are you, you disobedient tart?" I said with a stern voice.

Hearing her desperately trying to suppress her giggle, I jumped around the door, startling her. She was sitting on her haunches with her eyes closed, laughing uncontrollably. 

"I've got you," I shouted. She remained completely paralyzed in her hunched position, her tiny fists buried into her eyes. Another glimpse of her light blue panties caught my eyes. I stared lustfully at the bulge of her pussy, exacerbated by her kneeling position.

Bending down I noticed the scarves and two robes hanging on the hooks behind the door. I grabbed the scarves and two cotton belts and tossed them on the bed. Finding her too weak to resist, I bend down and pulled her up as she continued her fits of laughter. Pulling both her arms behind her back, I pushed her onto the bed so that she was lying on her stomach. 

"Now, I've got you and you will pay for your insubordination," I said as I pinned her arms to her sides with my knees. I took one of the scarves and tied her hands firmly behind her back. Swivelling around, I tied the robe-belts around her feet. Bending forward, I fed them around the foot of the bed until I ended up with the two ends in my hand. Leaning back, I started to pull the ends, watching as her legs spread slowly. Once satisfied, I tied them around her ankles. Her skirt rode up; exposing her panty-clad arse as her feet reached the foot-end of the bed, 

Sensing her sudden vulnerability, she asked in a weak voice, "What are you doing?" 

"Oh, I am just preparing you for your punishment," I said as I pushed my fingertips playfully against her sides. 

This caused her to burst out laughing uncontrollably, her body tensing with each unbearable touch. 

"I am going to torture you so slowly," I said as I poked her first on one side of her ribs then the other, "I am going to find each and every sensitive spot."

I pulled the collar of her blouse back and started to nibble her neck. I felt her buttocks lifting from the bed as her head rolled from side to side. Continuing her anguish, I pulled her white blouse up to under her arms and letting the tips of my fingers glide down her sides. Moving away from her neck, I started to nip at the white soft skin down her spine. She moaned, her body squirmed, imitating that of a cat. 

I surreptitiously circled my arms around her waist, searching for the buttons of her blouse. Slowly I started to unbutton them, one by one. Involuntarily she strained up as I moved to the last two in the proximity of her breasts. Pulling her blouse away, I heard her gasp as my hand brushed against her breasts. Slowly I pulled her blouse down, exposing her naked shoulders. I wait a while, watching her chest rise in a slow rhythm on the bed. Reaching out, I ran my fingertips along her sides to under her now relaxed arms. Her body shuddered as she tried to avoid my teasing fingers. 

With my knees supporting my weight, I started again, this time sliding my hands under her stomach. She arched her torso from the bed, allowing me more access. Keeping her lower back arched, I softly caressed her tensed flat stomach, running my fingertips teasingly up and down. Her waist curved upwards as I reached the edge of her skirt. I felt the material hanging invitingly loose as she pulled her stomach in, silently encouraging me to go further. Her breathing increased rapidly as I slid my hands down past the entrance of the loose material until I reached the edge of her panties. A soft moan escaped her lips as I ran my fingertips under the waistband, taunting the receptive skin, creating a mysterious yearning of desire within her reckless mind.

"Hey, you are not supposed to enjoy this," I said with a slight tremble in my voice. I retreat my hands upwards again. 

A disappointing sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed her hips.

"Well, not yet anyway," I said as I began to feel more daring. I slid my hands upwards until I felt the smooth silkiness of her breasts. 

She pushed her head downwards onto the bed in an attempt to arc her upper body upwards to allow me more freedom. Taking advantage of this brief gesture, I slid my hands over the warm soft skin of her firm breasts, encompassing them gently at first. I started to massage them lightly. Her body writhed around like a snake, begging to have more of this unknown sensations coursing through her body. 

As the pleasure spread down her spine, she arc her hips, pushing against my painful erection. Her mind goes into turmoil as she senses a surge of bliss extending down her spine, amplifying the strange wetness in her pussy. I ran my thumbs across her now peaked nipple, enticing another moan out of her. Taking each one between my fingers and squeezed them, causing her to groan outwardly, tossing her head backwards.

"Ah please, I can't stand it…," she gasped through rapid breathing.

"This is only the beginning, I haven't even started yet." I interrupted her. I roll her inflamed nipples between my fingers again.

"Okay, Okay!" she gasps through a faked, nervous laugh, "You're The King. I will do as you command."

"You will?" I ask.

"Yes, whatever you say," she said eagerly.

"Okay, I want you to be very quiet. Do not speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head vehemently. Releasing her breasts, I moved so that I could sit next to her. Gently I slid my one hand underneath her stomach. Her body arched slightly. I felt her stomach pulling in as far as she could manage, inviting me into the depths of her hidden treasure. While I caress her teasingly under the edge of her now relaxed panty-waistband, I carefully started to unbutton her kilt-type skirt along the side, gradually, not to raise any suspicion. 

As soon as I finished, I reached out to touch the back of her knee, slowly drawing tiny circles with my fingertips. Her hips started to move, confusion flooded her mind, uncertain as what to do as the sensation shot up her leg. Pushing my fingertips further under the elastic band of her panties, I felt a whisper of soft pubic hair. Continuing my caresses, I gently exposed one cheek of her ass. Returning my hand back, I glided my fingertips along the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her crotch. 


Testing her response further, I placed my fingertips on her lower back, running them across the cheek down to her knee again. I did this a couple of times, each time getting closer and closer to the valley of her arse. She groaned as I brushed my fingers quickly along her crevice. The muscles in her cute bottom contracted; and then released each time I ran my finger through the cleft of her arse. 

Exposing her panty-covered arse fully now, I leaned down to see her mound forming notably against the thin, stained material of her panties. As I continued to caress above the soft tufts of pubic hair with my one hand, dancing my fingers up along the inside of her thigh, a hairbreadth away from her jutting pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. 

Gently, I caressed the inside of both thighs, stopping each time just a fraction away from her engorged pussy, testing, teasing. Each time her hips arc and rotate upwards, searching for my elusive fingers, begging to be ravished. With her legs spread, she lifted her hips off the bed, resting awkwardly on her upper body. 

Now, I thought, carefully, as I ever so lightly caressed along the edge of one pussy lip. She moaned audibly. I felt a hint of moisture, which has filtered through her panties. With her hips straining up in the air, I ran my fingertips up and down the slit of her protruding pussy. Her juices are spreading more and more, creating a bigger and bigger stain as her panties absorb it. I slid my other hand out under her hips towards the waistband around her hips. Slowly I pulled them down inch by inch as I continue my agonising attack on her pussy. 

"Oh my King," she moaned, "That feels so good, please don't stop." 

"Okay, I am going to untie one leg my Little Slave, but, if you misbehave, I will stop." I warned, "You must not move an inch, understand?" 

"I will behave. I promise." she said almost begging. 

Not leaving her pussy, I managed to untie one leg. Pulling her panties further down her arse, I leaned forward and with the tip of my tongue, I started to probe her arse teasingly. 

"Oh my god…oh…" she utters uncontrollably. "That feels so good."

Removing my hand from her heated pussy, I pulled her panties down to her ankles. Once there, I untied her other ankle so that I can remove her soaked panties. She voluntarily assumed the original position, with her arse in the air. 

"No, turn onto your back", I ordered. 

"I'm shy," she said hesitantly, "I have never gone this far before."

Removing the scarf from her hands, I said with an assuring voice, "Don't worry, I will blindfold you first, then you will not see me looking at you."

I wrapped the scarf around her head and tied it lightly. "Now, turn around."

Slowly she turned onto her back. Her face has turned a crimson red. Little beads of moisture have formed on her forehead. Her legs, clamped tightly against each other.

"Just relax," I said softly, "I want you to take a couple of deep breaths."

As she followed my advice willingly, I reached out and covered her breast with my one hand, massaging firmly. She responded by exhaling sharply, placing her hand on my thigh.




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"If it will make you feel more comfortable, I can remove my shorts as well," I offered.

"Fine…," she said excitedly.

My throbbing cock sprung out with relieve as I removed my shorts. I noticed a tiny dribble of pre-cum seeping from the eye.

Getting back into position, I returned to massaging her breasts. Each time I pinched her nipples, she dug her fingernails into my thigh. Continuing with one breast, I trailed my fingertips slowly down towards the soft light whisper of pubic hair. Just before my hand reached her satin soft pubic hair, I changed direction along the top of her thigh. She groaned almost disappointingly again. I lightly circled the top of her mound, until I noticed her thighs relaxing, giving me the opportunity to run my fingertips down the top of her thighs and then back along the inside, getting higher and closer. 

Alternating my massage between her pert breasts, she licked her dry mouth with her pink tongue. I felt her hand edging closer to my own engorged manhood, unsure what to do. I trailed my fingertips along the folds of her upper thighs. This caused her to curve her knee noticeably outwards, her feet to retract inwards. I see her flicking her toes, her feet waiving back and forth, each time moving further away from each other. This exposed her to me fully now. I looked down at the soft blonde hair covering the swollen lips of her aching pussy, a glint of moisture, evident to her new-fangled pleasure.

As I trailed my fingertips along one lip, I felt her slender fingers brushing against the hairless sack of my testicles. It sends an electrifying thrill up my spine, causing my cock to jump involuntarily. 

"Not yet," I thought. Using the tip of my finger, I ran it along the wet crack of her pussy. This made her jump, her knees widened even more. Using the flat of my middle finger, I ran it tenderly up and down her slit and over her swollen clit, spreading the moisture thoroughly. She moaned loudly, her hips bucked upwards. As I drew teasing circles around her clit, I took her hand and gently wrapped it around my swollen member. She held it first, but as I continued to tease her clit, she started to slide her hand up and down. 

Feeling the pleasure building up in my sack, I asked with a tremor in my voice, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes…yes, it feels a little strange, I have never felt anything like this before," she said with slight hesitation in her own.

"You mean you have never been touched in this way before?"

"No, never," she said huskily.

"You never touched yourself before?" I probed.

"Yes…sometimes; but it feels different. Not as nice as the way you do it," she said.

Feeling an orgasm building up in my painful balls, I removed her hand. 

"Uh…what?" she said as I moved between her legs.

"Just relax, if you think this was nice, well, the best is yet to 'cum', so to speak," I said evilly. 

Bending down between her crooked legs, I could smell the sweet aroma of her vulnerable pussy. I bend further forward and dip the tip of my tongue into her intoxicating juices, duplicating what I did with my fingers. I felt her hips arc, pushing against my mouth.

"Oh Jack!" she groaned, "What are you doing to me?"

Unhurriedly I licked her slit up and down, staying clear of her clit. Her legs drew up, her knees clamped around my head, keeping me prisoner for her pleasure. In turn, I took her pussy lips into my mouth. I sucked them tenderly, running my tongue teasingly across its length. The sound from her lips, muffled as her thighs squeezed tightly against my ears. I covered her mound with my juice-plastered mouth, my tongue, searching for her throbbing clit. 

Finding it, I licked around the top of the hood. With one finger, I gently probed the entrance of her pussy. Her one hand pulled me by the hair while the other pinched her nipples unashamedly. Her hips bucked upwards as I slid my finger down to the ring of her sensitive anus, applying slight pleasure as my tongue continued its relentless onslaught on her throbbing pussy.

I flicked my tongue against her sensitive clit, again she screamed. Both her hands were now on top of my head, pulling my hair, desperately trying to direct my mouth against her wanting clit. Her juices ran down the crack of her arse, covering my probing finger. 

"Oh my god…yes, suck me…suck my pussy!" she edged me on unashamedly.

My tongue lapped hard against her clit, my mouth sucking noisily. Her hips bucked faster as my tongue rapidly struck the core of her clit.

"Yes…fuck…yes…I'm coming…JACK! I'm coming." She screamed loudly. 

Without slowing down, I watched her body lift of the bed, her face contorted as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her like an erupting volcano. 

After a while, she started to relax, her body twitching occasionally when I accidentally touched her sensitive clit. I continued to lick up her juices while she tried to regain her breath.

As I reached forward and removed the blindfold, my cock brushed against her warm pussy, sending a shiver down my spine. She opened her eyes. 

With a dazed satisfied look, she said, "That was wonderful, Jack. I never knew it could be so good."

"I am glad you enjoyed it," I said. I was still leaning halfway on top of her, my aching dick pressing against her sensitive pussy. 

"I owe you one, Jack. I always wondered what it would feel like to have…um…an orgasm. I have touched myself before down there. It was nice, but that was all. I couldn't have imagined that it will feel like this." 

Looking at her flushed face, I said, "Well Tanya, it gets better, there is more to it. I suppose you will find this out later with one of your boyfriends," I said with a look of mocked disappointment on my face.

"Really," She burst out, the enthusiasm spread across her face, "show me now, please?"

"Not now, maybe another time. Besides, Justine will be home soon," I said.

"Oh Jack, I can't wait. I owe you remember. I want you to show me everything."

"Patience, Tanya. There is no need to rush these things. We have all the time in the world."

Feeling my hardness against her, she looked down. "What about that, what about you? I know what to do. I have read about how to give a blowjob although never actually done it. It is almost like eating an ice-cream," she said with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

"Well, don't worry. I will take care of it later," I assured her, "there isn't any time now to do something about it. We have to make ourselves more presentable before Justine returns home."

Leaning forward, I kissed her gently on the lips. She moaned as the heat reignited inside of her. Reaching down, she took my cock firmly in both her hands and started to stroke my shaft as our tongues entwined. Testing, she ran my mushroom-shaped head along her juiced slit, feeling a renewed sensation building up inside her. 

I broke away and smiled, "Later, you little wench." I picked up my shorts and turned to blow her a kiss. 

As I started to walk away, I saw her eyes transfixed on my still swollen cock. I knew I did not have time to masturbate; I will have to indulge in my own pleasure later. 

***

Justine finally arrived home after tennis practise. Seeing her long brown legs stretched out beneath her tennis skirt did not do me any good either. With exhaustion edged on her face, she sat down on the settee where Tanya and I were fooling around just over an hour ago. Justine was sitting with her arse on the edge, leaning back, her tired and aching legs stretched out. Her long flowing red hair, was hanging over the back of the settee, her eyes closed while holding a misted glass to her forehead. Her large breasts were moving rhythmically up and down each time she took a breath. The white tennis skirt was hugging her narrow hips, the hem pulled up slightly when she slid down earlier, exposing more of her thin thighs. 

Casually, I sat down on the sofa opposite her, leaning to the side to get a more direct view. "How was your day?" I asked.

"Fine, but my feet and legs hurt like hell. I am sure I have blisters." She said. Putting the glass down, she bend forward and start to remove her trainers. She must be tired because, very un-ladylike, she pulled her knee up and placed her foot on top of her other knee. I felt my heart skip a beat as I caught a glimpse of the conspicuous bulge through the white lacy material. She struggled a couple of seconds with the double tied laces, and then pulled her trainer and sock off. 

She looked up briefly, straight into my eyes. 

"What are you looking at?" she asked coyly.

"Um…your foot," I quickly mumbled. "It looks quite red."

"Yes, they are throbbing," she said as she placed her other foot on top of her knee. "I'll soak them later."

"Probably not as much as my prick is throbbing now," I almost said loudly.

As her attention moved to her trainer, I glanced down again. She continued to struggle and I noticed the frustration build up in her as the stubborn knot holds.

I quickly got down onto my knees and crawled over to her. "Here, let me help," I offered.

"Thanks," she said, "even my fingers are painful from holding that racquet."

Keeping my eyes on her trainer, she sank back into the settee. I quickly glanced towards her crotch. 

"So close, but so far," I thought. Mesmerised, I saw the little tufts of red hair peaking out beneath her panties. I noticed the sweat stained patch that have spread and enhanced the presence of her red bush, forming an almost perfect triangle. What would I give if I could just shove my face into her red damp bush and lick that perspiration coated pussy until she screams? 

Disappointingly, I managed to undo the knot and slowly removed her trainer and sock. Before she could move, I took her foot and started to massage the heel softly. 

"Oh that feels so good," she moaned.

I alternate the pressure with my thumbs, sliding them up and down. Involuntarily, she would jerk her knee now and then when I pushed on the more sensitive points in the centre of her foot, especially when I touched her toes. Inconspicuously, I manipulated her lower leg in such a way that it was almost in a straight line, slightly causing a bend at the knee. Still she had her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of having her foot massaged. I placed the base of her foot on top of my own knee and started to massage around the ankle. A soft whimper escaped her mouth as her body relaxed more. I moved my hands upwards and started to massage her calves. 

"Mm," she moaned, shifting closer to the edge of the settee. "If you continue to do that, I might fall asleep." 

My heart leapt again as this has caused her skirt to ride up even higher and the bend in her knee has caused her legs to spread even wider. The inviting hump of her pussy was but only a meagre inches away. I can now clearly see the red fiery bush covering her jutting pussy lips. Absent-mindedly, I ran my hands up to her knee and back down again.

Before I could contemplate my next illicit step, the soft humming of Tanya, as she entered the lounge, interrupted me. Looking at her, I could see her eyes widen in shock, and then a hint of jealousy clouded her eyes at the sight of this awkward position. Before she could utter her disbelieve, I winked and mouthed her to be quiet. A mischievous grin appeared on her face as she continued towards the settee and plonked herself beside Justine's relaxed body.

Justine was in such deep bliss, that she barely opened her eyes, "Hi Tanya, you okay?" 

"Sure…," she managed to say.

In fascination, she stared at her sisters' face, at my roving hands. Her face now flushed with excitement. Just the idea of a man touching her sister, has caused an unfathomable tingling within her pussy. Barely detectable, she placed both her feet on the settee. I almost fainted when I noticed that she had disposed of her panties. A view of her hairy pussy, greeted my eyes. With her eyes filled with desire, she placed one hand inside her blouse. Keeping in eye contact, she covered her mound, her finger pressing against her moistening slit. The indistinct writhing of Justine's hips jolted me back to my previous task. I noticed with alarm that her foot had slid down and is now touching the head of my engorged cock. My hands, as if by its own will, is now massaging behind her thigh. 

I felt the pressure building in my head; a strange buzzing sound filled my ears. This is too much, this is wrong! My mind is racing; my body is on fire as I tried to analyse what is unfolding right here in front of me. Justine is oblivious as to what Tanya is doing. Tanya on the other hand is now shamelessly frigging her little virgin pussy uncontrollably to a climax right here, right next to her own sister. I watched as her face contorted, her eyes bulging as she climaxed. 

She lowered her floppy legs slowly to the floor, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face. Justine opened her eyes as she sensed the hesitancy in my hands. I realised I was so caught up with Tanya that I lost all focus as to what I was doing. My one hand was automatically manipulating the top of her thigh and the other had lowered down her raised thigh and was resting only a fraction away from her crotch. 

A frown appears on her forehead as I quickly jerked my hand away. Suddenly sensing her vulnerability, she lowers her leg to the floor.

"Feel better?" I asked with a dry croak.

"Yes, that was great. I almost fell asleep," she answered with a slight tinge of disappointment. "I want to take a shower."

"Me first," I said. Taking the chance to remove myself from this awkward situation, I quickly jumped up, my hands desperately trying to hide the uncomfortable bulge in my shorts as I ran towards the bathroom. All I could hear is something to the effect of 'bastard' as I closed the door behind me. Removing my shirt, my eye catches the noticeable wet patch, testimony to the inconceivable exploits over the last couple of hours. 

Fighting against my guilt-ridden conscience, I removed the accusing evidence and shoved them into the laundry basket, a pointless gesture as I am met by a painfully, throbbing, blue-veined dick, the smooth mushroomed head, bouncing against my torso. The taught skin around my aching nuts was begging for release. I bend carefully into the cubicle and adjusted the temperature until I was satisfied that water will not cause any further harm to my sensitive dick.

I stepped in carefully, my hands protecting myself instinctively; steam was rising up, spreading through the bathroom. I reached for the shampoo and squirted a large quantity into my hands. With closed eyes, I started to glide my hand gently up and down my swollen cock, visualising having both my cousins in front of me, both licking and sucking my cock, caressing my tender balls. It did not take long before my body contracted; my hand jerked in a flurry, my cock started to spasm, shooting my sperm hot-tempered against the shower door. 

Exhausted, but relieved after a good scrub, I stepped out of the cubicle and reached for the large soft terry-cloth towel. I froze for an instant as a movement at the door caught my attention. The door shut quietly before I can determine who it was. I wondered how long that unidentified person was standing there! Could it have been Tanya? No, after today, she probably would have come in. 

The sound of my grandma's voice interrupted my thoughts. Shit! I hope to hell that it was not she. She would probably lecture me on the immoral indulgence I have just performed, all sinful pleasures of the devil. She would probably have a seizure if you had the slightest inkling of what we had been up-to. 

Justine is the one who will suffer her wrath the most, the endless sarcasm, and meanness, which she silently endures. Resentment from our grandmother followed after her much-loved son first deserted her, choosing the love of Justine's mother, above her own. His daughters' wellbeing was a responsibility she would rather not have. Yet another grim reminder, following the abandonment by her first husband, making her bitter and twisted, having to cope on her own. 

Justine resembled a perfect clone of her mother; her inner beauty mirrored, radiating around her, attracting people to her. She suppressed her deep desire for love with extreme difficulty. She missed her mother badly. Her father, like our grandmother, never really paid her any attention since she was born. 

With the damp towel around my waist, I made my way to my bedroom to get dressed for dinner. I walk down the hall towards my bedroom, my mind in deep thought, when suddenly; I collided straight into Justine coming briskly out of her room. Our startling collision caused her to loose her balance; instinctively she reached towards me for support but only managed to grab hold of the towel wrapped around me. 

I saw the embarrassment edged on her face as the towel became undone, her eyes staring in disbelief at my sudden nakedness, lingering a second too long. In the ensuing commotion, I managed to grab her falling body around her robe-covered waist. I lost my balance, which caused us to crash down on the floor, arms flailing, struggling to gain our composure.

I do not know who was more startled. Our eyes met as we realised our predicament. How am I going to stand up without exposing my nakedness to her? I saw a vivid glint in her eyes. Then it hit me; I am lying completely naked on top of her, our legs intertwined, my sudden awakening cock pressed against the soft warmth of her pubic hair. Shit! She is naked, I realised with shock. My cock, with a mind of his own, was slowly but surely starting to grow! 

"Sorry Justine," I blurted out, feeling the redness spread like a fire across my face. "I didn't see you."

"Me too…" she said, lost for words as she continued to stare. Was it my imagination or did I notice a hint of delighted amusement flash across her face? 

Without further deliberation, I reclaimed my towel and as best as I could, I stood up and replaced it; my semi-erect cock clearly outlined underneath the terry cloth, failing miserably to salvage any dignity.

It was her turn to flush bright red, almost matching her hair colour. She realised that she was lying there exposed as well. Just for an instant, I caught sight of the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, as she desperately tries to recover her own modest vulnerability. 

I reached out to help her up, "Now be careful, clumsy." I teased. She stuck her tongue out as she extended her hand out. Without effort, I pulled her up, our faces within inches away from each other. I could clearly see the bright glint flash across her eyes, complimented by the laugh wrinkles around her eyes. My cock stirred again, our eyes locked in harmony, lost in our own secrets and yearning desires. Slowly, with our hands still embracing, we started to circle as if performing an ancient ritual, holding on to that brief but unique moment of intimacy we have just shared.

***

After an uncomfortable silence at the dinner table, my grandmother asked what we intended to do tonight. Justine said she would be busy completing a college project on her computer. Tanya was going to see a show at the local cinema, which I knew was a blatant lie. Grandma was unaware that she used to go to one of the local clubs, instead of the so-called study groups. 

I have heard her numerously sneaking past my door in the early hours of the morning. Tanya took advantage of the fact that our grandmother was taking almost seven different medications for various 'so-called' medical ailments. A tablet for the heart, an oxygen tablet (whatever that is), diazepam to make her relax, not to mention the combination of pain relievers of which she has the moment she starts her day. The effect is enough to knock an elephant into a comatose state for a week. 




Cousins & Cuisine



"Jack, why don't you come with?" she asked. 

"Well, I…don't know." I said indecisively. Not looking forward to sit at home this evening having to keep Grandma Company, I quickly answered, "Okay, I'll go."

I glanced at Justine sitting next to me, her concentration transfixed with her meal. "You sure you don't want to come with? You might want to get out and have a break sometimes."

"No really," she answered quickly. "You two go ahead, I might meet you later at the coffee shop."

After we completed our dinner, we got up to do the dishes. One washed, the other dried, and I packed it away. Grandma had already excused herself and went to her bedroom to satisfy her addiction. Soon she will be fast asleep, giving Tanya a chance to wear her more skimpy outfits. Occasionally, Tanya would brush against me purposefully each time I reach between her and Justine to collect the dried dishes. 

Justine remained oblivious as she attentively continued to do her chores. I felt a warm aura emanating from her, smelling the freshness of the soap she was using only moments ago, wondering by myself if she is recollecting our previous memorable episode. 


We finally completed everything, dressed and left for the 'cinema'. The club was hot and smoky, the music overly load. The age group was higher than what I anticipated. Tanya received numerous admiring glances as she gyrate her hips seductively on the dance floor. After a couple of forced dances, we sat down to have a non-alcoholic drink. I had no idea whether Tanya did drink alcohol or not, I did not want to encourage her by ordering any. The scenes of Justine and I, taunted my mind constantly. It was not so much because we were naked. No, something more inexplicable occurred. 

Tanya and I decided to leave and made our way home via the coffee shop. Sadly, there was no sign of Justine and we continued home. We silently slipped in and went to the kitchen. Tanya put some coffee on while I stole one of Grandma's cigarettes. I watched her swaying hips in her short seductive summer dress. Her legs stretched, her hair grew into long flowing strands, the colour, changing into the sun.

As I started to draw languidly on the cigarette, Tanya asked with marked seriousness in her voice, "Jack, you know, what happened today, do you think Justine ever experienced it before? She never really talks about it. I saw the way she responds to your hands." 

"I don't know, Tanya. Have you asked her?"

"I doubt if she will tell me. She is an enigma." She answered. "Maybe she doesn't have anybody she can really trust; maybe she needs someone like you, someone that won't rush her." She said as if testing me. 

"I don't know." I repeated, trying not to show the effect her statement had on me. "How do you feel about it?"

"I really don't mind, I will be happy in fact to know that it is you. I trust you and I feel comfortable with you. You are gentle and you do not rush me or force me into anything. It all depends on how ready a girl is, you know." She answered. 

"We'll see, you scheming wench!" I said jokingly as I got up. "I am going to bed; it was a long day today, see you in the morning." 

"Sweet dreams, King Jack."

I undressed down to my boxers and pulled the bedcovers back. I got between the cool fresh sheets and switched the bedside light off. My eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness as the light from the moon filtered through the window. My mind drifted off lazily, rekindling the excitement of earlier today. I felt my dick spring to life as I allowed my fantasies to transform it beyond reasoning. 

A squeaking sound interrupted me, jolting me out of dream. I held my breath as I watched the door open slowly. My heart lurched as I recognised the unmistaken silhouette of Tanya. 

"Jack," she whispered as she tiptoed towards my bed, "Are you sleeping?"

"Almost," I whispered back, feeling my heart drum rolling in my chest. Seeing her in her short nightdress astounded me.

She started to giggle, "Come with me. Let's go and play a trick on Justine, let's have some fun."

"No! She will have a fit if we wake her up now." I said strictly. "We might wake Grandma."

"Come on, don't be a party pooper," she said with increased determination, "I will suck your cock."

I felt my cock jump. "Okay, you dirty mouthed slut, but it's your ass if we get into trouble." I said as I kicked the sheets off.

We tiptoed our way towards Justine's room. As quietly as she can, Tanya opened her door, inch by inch. We wait awhile, listening for that familiar deep breathing you are supposed to have when in a deep sleep.

"Come on, she is in dreamland." Tanya said with bravado in her voice. 

We approached her as quietly as we could until we stood right by her bedside. In the moonlight, I can clearly see that Justine was lying on her back with only the one sheet drawn across her, reaching just under her naked breasts. I almost gasped at the sight of her moonlight-washed breasts, enhancing the peaks of her nipples.

Tanya leaned towards my ear and whispered, "I never would have guessed she slept like that."

I mouthed towards her to be quiet. Tanya grabbed my arm and pulled me downwards as she motioned with the other hand under the bed. I looked at her questioningly.

She reached towards Justine's breast. With the tip of her finger, she gently touched one nipple. No response followed. Lightly she started to trace tiny circles around her nipples, wakening them as they almost instantaneously started to peak more. We both froze as we heard a marked change in her breathing. Instinctively we both fell down next to her bed. Tanya moves herself soundlessly underneath, pulling on my arm again to follow. 

"What am I doing?" I asked myself as we waited until her normal breathing to return. 

Once satisfied, Tanya leaned towards my ear again, "Touch her cunt."

"What!" I said almost too loud.

"Do it now! I am the Queen and you will touch her or I will scream so loud that I wake up the whole fucking neighbourhood." The hiss in her voice was enough to convince me she was serious. I thought I saw sparks shooting out from her eyes. 

Reluctantly I moved myself halfway out from under the bed so that I am in a seated position next to Justine's sleeping body. As gently as I can, I started to lift the sheet up away from her body, pulling it back until her torso is fully exposed. The sight of her flaming pubic bush, caressed by the moonlight, was breathtaking. 

Her chest was heaving rhythmically as she continued her deep sleep. I stared in fascination at this sight of beauty, my dick started to tingle, and I could feel the unmistakeable surge as my cock got harder. I inched my fingers towards her bush. I felt the soft silky texture brushing over my fingers. Slowly I touched the prominent convex of her pubic bone and traced my fingertips towards her slit. 

"There, I can feel it!" I started to rub her very softly over the area where I thought her clit should be. I froze as she let out a loud sigh and opening her legs invitingly. 

"Yes, that's my girl, just relax," I thought to myself. I slid my finger slowly down the crack of her slit and up again towards her now swollen clit. I removed my finger and coated it with my saliva, then replaced it just above her clit. Slowly I traced circles around her hood, coating it with saliva. A soft moan escaped her lips as I traced my fingers downwards again. My cock lurched as I felt the distinct wetness that has formed between her swollen pussy-lips. Flattening my finger against her wet slit, I gently rubbed my finger back and forth, making sure I ran it over her engorged clit. 

She sighed again, this time louder. Her hips started to make involuntary movements. Her breathing stopped. I quickly slid back under the bed, almost knocking Tanya through the other side. 

"What happened?" she whispered in my ear.

"Fuck! She is waking up." I said nervously.

"Suppressing a giggle, she said, "So are you." 

Before I can contemplate the meaning of her words, she grabbed my swollen cock through my boxers. "See what I mean?"

I almost choked with fear. Ignoring her hand, I strained my ears to hear if Justine was back to sleep. I heard her breathing again, but not the similar nature as when you are supposed to be when in a deep sleep. This was different, a much higher pitch. The unmistaken sound of the springs, squeaking like crickets, filled the night.

Is she? Or, isn't she?" I heard the distinct evidence of Justine masturbating! Tanya let out a quiet sigh as she slid her hand into the front of my boxer shorts. My body tensed as I felt the pleasurable heat from her little hand as she held me firmly. She manoeuvres herself slowly until she lies with her head on top of my stomach. I almost yelled as she wrapped hot little mouth around my cock. Her hand continued to stroke me up and down. 

I almost lost control when I heard the soft, strained murmur coming from above the bed, "Jack, oh yes Jack, fuck me, fuck my pussy!" 

Tanya and I froze as we hear the bed creaking more. We saw Justine's hand, only inches away from my face. I could almost smell the muskiness of her juices on her extended hand. She reached for the drawer and opened it. A couple of seconds later we heard the distinctive humming of her vibrator as she continued to indulge in her self-gratification.

"So, not so innocent after all," Tanya whispers evilly in my ear. "Tomorrow I will steal her batteries." 

Tanya maintained her torturous activity as Justine continued her own self-indulgence. She took me as deep as she can into her mouth and slowly pulled back over the velvet skin, repeatedly until she reached the top of my cock. She licked around the rim of my head, creating an unbearable sensation. Back again, sucking and licking teasingly, slowly but surely pushing me towards the edge of an orgasm. 

She picked up her rhythm, as the humming sound changed its tone, following its lead. Justine's breathing is raging rapidly forth as the staccato sound of her vibrator changes every time she slid it in and out of her wet pussy. Her moans were becoming deeper and deeper as she started to feel the upsurge of her own climax approaching fast. Hearing her hoarse voice caused me to go over the edge. 

I half-heartedly tried to push Tanya's head away, trying to warn her of my imminent climax. She ignored me stubbornly and with more vigour, she managed to bob her mouth and hand over my exploding dick, swallowing drop after drop. Justine's hips were pounding the bed as she fucked herself with her secret toy, her body flailing in ecstasy, reaching her own orgasmic delight as wave after wave coarse through her body. 

Tanya continued to drain the salty fluid from my dick, gently massaging my balls and shaft for the last remaining drop.

I lay their breathlessly, wondering what we are going to do now. I received my heavenly answer as Justine got up from bed and made her way down the hall.

"Come on, you wicked… bitch," I whispered with mocked seriousness, "Let's get out before she returns."

We moved stealthily towards our own bedrooms. Amazed at what we have discovered; and accomplished in such a confined space, I slowly drift of to sleep, a tinge of jealousy of my last vision of Justine, pleasuring herself with her vibrator. 

***

It was sometime in the early morning hours when I woke up with a startling revelation. An unknown heaviness was on top of my legs, restraining me. It took me a moment to realise that it belonged to Tanya. She had one hand over my mouth, her other around my aroused dick, which she managed to remove from my boxers without raising me out of my subconscious state.

"Shush, relax," she said softly.

Removing her hand, I said, "Are you crazy? Grandma will be up soon!"

"It's Saturday," she said with rolling eyes. "You know she only gets up at ten."

My anxiety disappeared almost instantly as she began to caress my dick, her eyes staring challenging at me at my flustered face. As my cock grew to its full, almost eight inches, she quickly removed her nightdress, exposing her small breasts with their peaked pink nipples projecting out. Only a small area of her pubic hair was visible, the rest of her pussy hidden as she straddled my thighs. 

"What's happening to you? You have turned into a real Virgin Nymphomaniac."

"Soon to be Nymphomaniac," she replied as she moved her waist downwards. Not releasing my cock, she forced her one leg between my thighs, and then the other. She knelt down and started to lick the velvet skin around my balls. The teasing sensation flows unforgiving through my body. I gasp as she gently placed one orb in her mouth, her tongue, swirling softly over the rounded contours. Whilst her one hand continued to stroke my hard shaft up and down, she places her fingertips in the space between my balls and my anus, caressing, trailing my puckered entrance.

Releasing my orbs with a final swirl, she followed the trail of saliva that had gathered around my anus and her fingers. Replacing her fingers with the tip of her tongue, she replicates what she has done moments ago. Teasingly she circled my sensitive ring, probing lightly at the entrance. My knees pulled up almost involuntarily to allow her better access. With her hand firmly around my shaft, her tongue probing me, she started to massage my balls again. After an agonising moment, she trailed her tongue up and over my balls, towards leaking dick. She smiled inwardly as she felt my cock jerk as she licked the fluid away.

Taking me in and out of her mouth, she said, "You have a very beautiful cock you know. It tastes so good, I can do this everyday." 

I felt myself throbbing, as I got closer to release. She sensed my impending orgasm and stopped. The intense pleasure subsided agonising slowly. She moved forward, straddling my hips and placed her now wet pussy over my rock hard cock. Joined in anticipation, she started to slide her pussy up and down my cock, coating it with her own juices. Her body leaned forward as she placed her hands on my chest. Her hips continued to move back and forth with concentrated slowness, my cock getting wetter every time her clit made contact with the uneven surface of my blue-veined cock.

She lifted her body up and reached for my dick, her pleading eyes not breaking away from mine. Carefully she lowered herself until she felt the smooth lubricated head of my cock pushing against her entrance. Her breathing, laboured, her eyes, determined. Slowly she lowered her self until my head pushed through the tight entrance of her vagina: she waits. I suppress the urge to thrust myself upwards with great difficulty; she knows, her eyes pleading. I wait; she started to lower herself further. 

I felt the exhilarating warmth and tightness of her pussy over the first two inches of my cock. She continued to lower herself further, until she felt the pain as my head pushed against the resistance of her restricting membrane. 

I reached forward and caressed her breasts. Suddenly she thrust her hips downwards. A scream escaped her lips as her nails dug into my chest. I could feel the distinct warm flow of blood over my balls. She sunk down slowly, impaling me deep inside of her.


She waited until she got used to this large invasion, a hot poker burning her insides. I continued to squeeze her breasts and nipples. Slowly she started to shift her hips back and forth, up and down; a sharp gasp escaped her lips every time my cock passed through her ruptured barrier. I moved my hand down to her pussy and with the flat of my thumb; I started to rub her wet engorged clit lightly. 

She gathered speed as the tension welled up inside of her, her breathing in a contest with her hips. I felt her nails biting into my skin, her head yanked backwards. My own hips started to thrust upwards, synchronising with hers. We reached the zenith of our orgasms almost simultaneously; her body shuddered, a suppressed grunt poured out of both of us as waves of pleasure surged through our bodies. She fell forward, her mouth against the nape of my neck, breathing rapidly, my cock, still jerking inside of her tight pussy. 

We lay there wordlessly for a while, each of us trying to reflect on what had happened. My flaccid cock slipped out her slowly, signalling a movement from Tanya. We looked into each other's eyes.

"That was better than what I thought." She said almost shyly. "That was wonderful!"

"Yes, but you could be pregnant" I said nervously. 

She laughed softly, "Impossible, do you really think Grandma will allow either of Justine and I to be vulnerable to that? We have been on the pill since last year; don't fret about that at all. Besides, you are not the man for me; you are only an object of my desires. I know this really cute guy at college, a real hunk and his father is loaded."

"You little slut," I said exasperated. "You mean you used me? I feel so cheap!"

She leaned forward and kissed me, "Come on Jack, I am not naive, so stop acting as if you are. We both new this wasn't going anywhere. I must admit, I craved from a long time ago but it was only physical. We are having great fun, you are good but, we have no spark and I need it.

"I have this gut feeling that there is something else you want. No, more like, someone else and she is not far away. I have seen the way you looked at her, not to mention the way she looked at you. There were more than just lusts in your eyes. Just promise me, what ever you do, don't hurt her."

"You are a slut, a wonderful little slut," I said kissing her back.

"You have to get up and go clean yourself; I'll sort the sheet out."

***

A couple of hours later, we were all sitting around the breakfast table. Grandma was sitting with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, the smoke drifted slowly upwards and bouncing off the already discoloured hair on the side of her head. She was going through the mail, paying more attention to her bank statements, reflecting her secret wealth. We all knew that she inherited a comfortable six-figure sum of money after her second husband died. He built up over the years a thriving textile export business. For the few whom new, it did come as a total surprise to her being the sole heir, as their marriage was a battleground from beginning to end. She never spoke about it to anyone, protecting it selfishly. 

Tanya was babbling in high spirit about joining the cheerleader team. Justine was reading a computer magazine, oblivious to her surroundings, our arms touching every time she turned a page. Now and then Tanya would secretly rub her foot up and down my shin, eliciting a fever to rise in my crotch. I had to put a stop to this; she is becoming dangerously more daring each minute. 

After a while, we got up to clean the house. Grandma and Tanya were going to the church fair. Justine was still busy with her project, a project I have not even started with yet. I will start as soon as I have cleaned the pool and raked up the leaves in the garden. The previous owner had paid a lot of attention to detail, not to mention expenses. Topical trees, just along the inside of the dark wooden fence, gave the place the needed privacy around the pool. 

A built-in jet-pool complemented the pool at the shallow end, surrounded by a gazebo functioning as a sunscreen. The first day I arrived, I saw the unnecessary neglect and turned it into my own pet project to revive it to its previous splendour. A task I greatly enjoyed, allowing me to feel the sun baking on my skin, the serenity the sound of the pulsing water created. 

Grandma's eccentricity kept her away from this zone, a reminder of her aging body and misspent youth. The rest of us would often seek out the privacy and tranquillity it had to offer. After a while, I completed my tasks, ending with a quick dive into the clear lucid water. After soaking for a while, I felt the fatigue releasing its hold on me. 




Cousins & Cuisine



I made my way to the bathroom, leaving a trail of dripping water on the floor. A quick glance confirmed that Justine was busy with her project.

She turned around with a blushing face. "How is the water?" She asked, desperately trying to hide the guilt in her voice.

"Quite refreshing," I answered puzzled, "You should try it."

"I will as soon as I have finished my project. Would you mind having a look at it? I am not sure as to the binary formation I have worked out."

"Sure I would, maybe I can steal an idea or two." I replied.

"Okay, I will leave it opened for you. I am going to have a quick soak." She said standing up.

I went into the bathroom and quickly dried myself. I made my way to the bedroom, this time more carefully with the towel wrapped around me tightly. The splash of water outside put me to ease. 

The flash of her desktop screen drew my attention as I passed her door. I walked towards the desk and sat down. Attentively I started to scroll through her project. "She is good," I thought, not missing any detail. She is such a hard working clever-box; I will have to pull my socks up to beat her. I finally reached the end of her well-presented document. Just to make sure, I clicked on the 'save' icon and minimised the screen. 

Instead of the familiar software background, I noticed another page open. First, I thought it might be part of her project, when my name jumped at me. As I scanned quickly through the words, I felt my heart racing. Then I looked at the top toolbar, the name 'Diary', white on blue. My curiosity over-rides my guilt as started to read:

Dear Diary,

Another week has past. I am in turmoil. How much longer do I have to carry this secret around with me? It is almost 4 months now. I am between feeling ecstatic, but also afraid. I don't know whom should I talk to. Dad, I know you understand that I am biding my time, but it is becoming too unbearable to bear on my own. Yet, I am so afraid to reveal what I know. I am tired, so tired. Time, all I need is time! I realise it is a luxury only a few can afford.

Diary, I had such a wonderful dream last night. I almost feel guilty about it. I could barely face Jack this morning. I doubt if he will ever understand. I am plagued even more by my own secret visions and fantasies, Plagued by his deep brown eyes, his sensual lips, his strong hands, making it difficult to concentrate on anything. I am getting all excited just thinking about it. Yesterday, it took all my self-control not to grab him and kiss me. Still, I am afraid of what he will think if he finds out. No, when he finds out! Will he reject me? I don't care what the rest of the family thinks. His feelings and attitude concern me most. 

A rustle behind me, suddenly drew me back from what has unfolded in front of me. I spun around quickly, guilt written all over my face. Justine was standing there. I looked at her eyes! Oh, my god, her eyes, filled with tears, her lower lip trembling. The pain and disappointment branded in my brain, I felt a lump developing in my own throat. 

"Uh, Justine, I am sorry, so sorry. I was just…" I stuttered. The tears were streaming down her face; her body started to shake uncontrollably. I stood up and reached for her. Surprisingly, she lunched herself into my arms, her cool wet body pressed tightly against my skin. Her body, surpassed by her grief, the floodgates releasing the weight of her burden, as tears ran down my chest. 

"It's all right," I tried to console her, not knowing what else to say.

I motioned her to sit on the bed, my arm around her waist, stroking her damp hair with my other. 

After a while, her sobbing subsided. In a weak trembling voice, she said, "Oh Jack, what am I going to do? I…I am so afraid."

"Justine, everything will be all right, I promise you. I will stand by you and help you through this if it is the last thing I do."

"You are so kind Jack." She said taking in a deep breath. "I have wanted to speak to you about it months ago bit, I was so afraid."

"Months ago?" I mimicked. 

The burrows deepen on my forehead, confusion clearly edged on my face. "How could you have known months ago, how far are you really? You still don't show any signs anyway. Your stomach is as flat as a pancake." 

She lifted her head towards me, her red puffy eyes, staring at me questioningly. "No…, Jack; that isn't the case."

Her body started to shake all over again. Suddenly she starts to laugh. 

Oh my goodness, she is having a nervous breakdown, I thought as I watched her body shook. 

"Calm down." I said. "You wrote…"

She gripped her sides as her head body rocked back and forth. She raised her head and I saw the tears streaming down her face.

"No, you stupid idiot, it is not that! I can see why you thought that. You will have to read my whole diary. Of course, I cannot allow that. Let me show you then you will understand." She said through fits of laughter.

Reaching down, she opened the bedside drawer.

"No, Justine," I said quickly, "It is your business. What you do in privacy has nothing to do with me." I diverted my eyes away from her drawer. I hope Tanya had not removed the batteries. 

"Read this." She said, holding out a letter in a blue envelope. "You will understand fully."

I took the letter from her with a shaking hand and opened it. Three pages long, written in a neat, delicate, feminine handwriting. I started reading. I feel my heart tumble as I read line after line. Once completed, I fold the letter wordlessly as I mulled over the contents. Now I understand her fears fully. Poor, poor Justine, I thought.

Her soft touch on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. "Jack?" she said.

I turn to face her. The uncertainty edged across her face. I lifted my hand and gently touched her cheek with the back of my fingers. Trailing it down to her chin, I pulled her forward, our eyes locked together. Our lips touched, softly like a butterflies wings. Simultaneously our mouths open. I took her top lip onto my mouth as the other passed between hers. We both suck lightly without blinking. With our tongues caressing each other, tasting each other, our hands came together, our fingers entwined. We offered ourselves up as our hunger increased, our mouths joined in harmony. As if our bodies were drifting, we moved down on the bed, the towel fell away as I lifted myself on top of her. Still, our lips and eyes, joined. 

Her hands ran over the contours of my muscular back, over my buttocks, and then up again. I reached behind her, pulled the strings of her bikini top loose, and slid it off. My hands moved down sides until they reached the strings of her lime-green bikini bottom. For a brief moment, I searched her eyes. Her eyelids blinked as if to say, "yes." I pulled the strings loose. Lifting my body, she followed me. I quickly pulled her wet bikini bottom free and threw it on the ground. 

Our eyes, still locked together, our mouths joined, our tongues exploring. I reached up and covered her breasts with my hands. Her eyes fluttered, her legs circled around my thighs. I could feel her faint pubic hair brushing against my swollen cock. Her hips arced as she felt the electrifying sensation when I grasped her breasts. A whimper of anticipation escaped her mouth, as I squeeze her swollen pink nipples. 

Slowly, I reached down with my one hand and place it between her legs, covering her soaked mound. She groaned frustratingly, the heels of her feet pushed against my buttocks, edging me on. I gently parted her engorged lips with my finger, hugging me like a glove. Her hips thrust upwards, grinding her pussy impatiently against my hand. I released her wet pussy temporarily as I took hold of my throbbing cock and slowly I started to run the swollen head between the lips of her wet quivering pussy. Her heels dug into my buttocks, trying desperately to urge me on, begging to cease this torturous act. I rubbed it across her blood-engorged clit. She groaned with pleasure, her eyes, pleading. Feeling my own anticipation increasing, I guided my cock towards the entrance of her heated furnace. 

Lingering for just a second, I penetrated her tight pussy with one swift lunge. Her body goes rigid; her eyes opened wider as an involuntary scream, evidence of mind-blowing pleasure, rushed out from her mouth, her nails raking my back, leaving the skin broken. I started to slide my cock in and out of her wet tightness while I rotated her nipples; she pulled her knees up under my armpits, wrapping her long legs around the small of my back; our mouths sucking hungrily at each other, absorbing each other, our dilated eyes locked together. 

Her eye filled with tears, causing my own to well up as we reached the crescendo of our first climax together. A climax beyond physical pleasure, no, more than that, much deeper than that. Our minds and bodies, linked together feverishly as the heat build up from the inside, making love in unison. Trustingly we give ourselves to each other, our inner-feelings in complete harmony. The blood soars through our bodies as wave after wave of pleasure wash over us, leaving us drained and breathless in each other's arms. Our sweat-covered bodies floated and drifted into the abyss. 

We remained locked together, our legs entwined, our arms embracing each other, silently and leisurely until I felt my flaccid cock slipping out of her protective warmth. She looks at me with a wry grin.

I leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly. "I love you, Justine. We belong to each other now. Nothing else matters."

Tears streamed down her face again. I leaned forwards again, kissing her eyes, her cheeks, tasting the saltiness of her emotions.

"I love you too, Jack," she said with a wavering voice.

***

Six years have passed since that day.

"Jane," I called to our daughter, "Come over here. Come meet your Grandfather."

Jane came out from behind the door, her hand shyly covering her mouth with her tangled red hair cascading over her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled with the anticipation of receiving a present. They always do when anyone mentioned the words 'Aunt Tanya' or Grandpa'.

My heart leapt with joy as I reminisced about that day Justine gave me the letter. She received it on her 18th Birthday. Her mother wrote the letter, just before she was succumbed by cancer. The contents revealed, that Justine's real father was her first love whom she met before she married Tanya's father. She was unaware that she was pregnant at the time. 

Her real father was dreadfully unaware as to the situation, which have transpired the day he board the ship. His love for the seas made him join the Navy, a situation her mother couldn't face with the knowledge of her cancer eating her up inside. Out of desperation, she married Tanya's father; her last days, living in hope that life would be kinder to her daughters than what it was towards her.

Justine managed to track her real father down, hence her chosen study field. She new it was the only way. Her computer became her friend, her confidant, and finally, her liberation. When she finally started to communicate with him, her father embraced the opportunity to reunite himself with his past. For him it was more than just a reunification with a daughter he had no knowledge of, this was an aide memoir of his first love, a new beginning to life. 

Justine and I waited until we both completed our studies before we embarked on our revelation campaign. We first told Tanya, whom was more ecstatic of the love that had developed between her sister and me. 

We waited until we had a New Year's family reunion. I stood up to make a toast, "Mom, Grandma and family. Justine and I are getting married."

My mother's mouth dropped, glasses smashed to the floor, Grandma started to choke, Tanya was dabbing the tears with a napkin, which miraculously appeared, laughing hysterically next to her new, somewhat bewildered boyfriend, whom was pulling desperately at the tablecloth to cover his suddenly exposed cock. 

"Relax, read this while Justine and I go for a quick dip, then you will understand," I walked around the table and handed the blue envelope to my Mother. 

"Oh, before I forget, Happy New Year." I said as I took Justine by the hand and walked off with my arm protectively around her shoulder; catching a last glimpse of Tanya trying to replace her napkin over her boyfriend's lap.



Cousins & Lovers



Generally speaking, I'm not a person given to lusting after men like they were nothing but a piece of meat. That is until I met my cousin Lucas. It happened not long ago, and I was supposed to have gone to Europe with my friends for my summer vacation. At the last minute my father informed me that he and my mother didn't have the money to pay for that kind of trip. Instead they were sending me to my uncle's ranch in Wyoming. I couldn't have been more dissappointed.

My dad could see my dissatisfaction with this upcoming trip, but he told me that I wasn't to let my uncle, aunt or my cousins see my upset. I spent two months sulking as I listened to my friends planning what they were going to do and see while they were traveling Europe. I couldn't believe everything I was going to be missing out on. On the last day of school, I said goodbye to my friends, knowing it would be several months before I saw them again.

When I got home, my father was waiting with my mother. My suitcases, which I had packed the days before, were already loaded into the car for the drive to the airport.

At the airport, we checked in and had my luggage checked as well. I waited sullenly as my parents told me what I was supposed to do and that my uncle was going to meet me at the gate when I arrived.

The flight took almost 6 hours...the longest six hours of my life. I, with my unfailing good luck, got stuck behind an obese man who insisted on reclining his seat back far enough so that it rested against my knees no matter which way I positioned them.

By the time I deplaned, I was tired, had a headache, and my knees were numb. I walked out into the slightly crowded airport, searching for anyone who I thought might be looking for me.

That was when I spotted him. Oh my god! There was a Greek god standing in the middle of the Cheyenne airport. His golden blond hair was swept back in a clean cut style and his emerald eyes glistened softly in the dim area. My eyes roamed downward, noting that he was turned sideways allowing me an all over view, I took in the tight fit of his black t-shirt, which revealed incredibly taut muscles, and a six pack any male model would kill for. His jeans clung to his somewhat thick legs, accentuating his firm buttocks and muscular thighs. He wore cowboy boots on his feet.

As I stood there gawking at him, I felt moisture flood my most private area and I couldn't help but flush at my reaction. I'm not an ugly girl. My shimmering, wavy auburn hair was the envy of most of the girls in the senior class and my violet eyes made some of my worst enemies green with envy. My skin is creamy white and I have a luscious, curved body, with fairly good sized rounded breasts, and slim hips. Yet I had never done anything more than kiss and touch a boy. I knew the rumors, that I was a frigid witch, but I didn't pay attention, not caring that I had never felt the kind of attraction to a boy that my friends always talked about. But now I understood what they whispered about at sleepovers...I could feel the moisture against my underwear, and shifted slightly to try and stop the throbbing that was pulsing through my cunt.

I was still standing there, not moving a muscle, gawking at him, when he suddenly turned in my direction, saw me, grinned, and started walking toward me. I was frozen to the ground, my mouth hanging slightly ajar.

His eyes glimmered softly, roaming over my body as he approached. When he stood no more than a foot from me, he said in his deep timbered voice, "Lily?" I nodded dumbly, just staring at him, awestruck by how incredibly sexy he was. He held out his hand. "You may not remember me. I'm your cousin Lucas. It's good to see you again. It's been years since you visited. I know my dad was supposed to pick you up, but something came up. Our prize mare just gave birth to a new foal." He quickly switched topics then, suggesting we go pick up my luggage. As we walked along I couldn't help but notice the slight swagger with which he walked, and the way his jeans clung to every muscle of his legs. It was enough to make a girl really hot.

"So, I hear you weren't very anxious to come out here for the summer?" he asked as we waited for my luggage to come down the chute.

"No, I can't say that I was, or am for that matter. I was supposed to spend the summer in Europe," I replied, grateful that my voice had started working again.

"Don't worry, you'll have fun. It may not be Europe, but we know how to show people a really good time." I looked up at him and he winked as if he knew what had been running through my mind since I first saw him. But that wasn't possible. I wasn't that obvious....was I? We picked up my luggage then headed to his truck for the long drive to the ranch. I was amazed at how large Cheyenne was and how desolate everything seemed once the city lights vanished behind you. I don't remember much of anything from the drive, I fell asleep just past the Cheyenne city limits. The next thing I knew, Lucas was shaking me slightly, urging me to wake.

I opened my eyes and felt something hard, yet comfortable beneath my cheek. Oh my god! I had fallen asleep on his lap. My cheek rested against his firm, muscular thighs and my feet were on the seat near the passenger door. I sat up quickly, having to pretend I had felt his erection against the back of my head. How he had driven like that I'll never know.

"We're here," he said quietly, as if talking to loud would make the tension in the cab of the truck unbearable.

"So we are," I said softly, not looking him in the face. I think this disturbed him, because he grasped my chin with his tan, calloused hand. His emerald eyes stared straight into mine, fueling an arousal in me that had been building since I first saw him. He saw it there, in the depths of my violet eyes, no matter how hard I tried to keep it hidden.

Satisfaction glimmered in him, knowing that I was so aroused by his presence. "I know your secret," he whispered, leaning closer to me. "Your father told my uncle that you were uptight and sometimes snobby, I figured that meant that you were frigid too, not at all like the little girl I remembered, but you're not are you? You're a hot little number...it just takes a really hot man to get to you."

I tried to turn away, ashamed that he could figure me out so quickly...that he could know how hot I was for him.

"Don't look away from me, Lily. You know you want me, admit it. All it takes is three little words and I'm yours. I want you and you can have me...we can do things together that you've never dreamed of. Come on...you know you want me. All you have to do is tell me and I'm yours."

I knew he was goading me, trying to humiliate me, before rejecting me. But I couldn't help my response. I had to answer him. I couldn't not do it. "I want you," I said shamelessly, yet turned my head away as a tear coursed down my flushed cheek. It was followed by yet another, and another, until I was crying silent tears of embarassment.

I stiffened slightly, when I felt his arms come around me and pull me against him in a warm, comforting embrace. "Shhh, relax, Lily. I didn't mean to embarass you or make you cry. You shouldn't be embarassed or upset. It's perfectly natural to want someone...even if he is your cousin. You can't help the way you feel. Neither can I. The moment I saw you standing there, staring at me as if I were the sexiest guy in the world, seeing that desire in your eyes, I wanted you. You are beautiful beyond belief, and way out of my league. You're sophisticated and belong in an ivory tower. It's almost ironic, the unattainable princess and her fiercely protective bodyguard...wanting each other, yet coming from two completely different worlds. It's almost enough to make me stay away from you. Almost. But I can't stay away from you Lily, don't think I'll even try. I'll have you. And you'll have me."

I had listened to his speech, every word pounding at my defenses until there was nothing left. I knew he would have me..and I would give myself to him, without hesitation. He would be my first. "I don't want you to stay away, Lucas. I want you to be my first."

"Your first?" he asked, just a little shocked. "You mean you've never been with anyone?"

"I haven't. Does that bother you? Do you still want me?" I whispered, afraid that because I was a virgin, he wouldn't want to be with me.

"How can you even ask that?" he cried, stunned. "Of course I still want you. Even more now than before. Just the thought that you want me to be your first is enough to make me explode." He grabbed my hand and gently placed it against the front of his jeans. I could feel his penis, hard and erect beneath the fabric. "This is the state I've been in since I first saw you. I prayed to god that you wouldn't notice in the airport. I didn't want to freak you out."

"You could never freak me out, Lucas. You're too sexy for words." I bravely leaned forward and brushed my lips against his, gasping when I felt an electric current run between us. I pulled back and stared, surprised at the connection.

"God, Lily, what was that? I've never felt that before," he gasped, as startled by it as I was.

"I don't know what it was, but I want to feel it again," I said, before leaning in and kissing him again. This time it wasn't a little brush across the lips. This time I planted my lips on his, kissing him in a way that I knew would break the tension that had been building between us. His lips were soft and moist, and opened beneath mine. His tongue slid across my lips, opening them, and slipping into my mouth. I moaned as our tongues tangled, mating the same way that I knew we would soon. I pressed myself against him, my breasts pushing against his chest, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. His hands threaded through my hair, controlling the kiss. We were so absorbed in each other that we didn't hear the front door open or the sound of boots thudding against the ground. It wasn't until a sharp knock sounded on the window that we jumped apart and looked guiltily at the man staring at us through the windshield. I had a feeling we might be in big trouble.

We slowly got out of the truck, and I walked around to join Lucas in facing his father, my uncle. It wasn't his fault and I intended to make sure my uncle knew that.

He stared at us for a moment, making us feel even more ashamed and guilty than we already did. We looked away, unable to tell what he was going to do or say. Needless to say his words surprised us. "Lucas, you couldn't wait to seduce your cousin until after she met the rest of the family?"

I was stunned, but I had a feeling Lucas was far more shocked than I. "Dad?" he asked cautiously.

"I could have gone out to the airport to pick her up. I wasn't needed at the birthing. The vet was here and could have handled everything fine without me. I sent you because I had a feeling you two might hit it off. Looks like I was right."

I couldn't believe it. My uncle was condoning what had just occured and everything else that was going to happen between Lucas and I.

"After you meet the family, Lily, I want to have a serious talk with you. Your mother will be joining in the discussion, Lucas. There's something we need to tell you. We need to discuss the real reason Lily was sent here this summer." Having had his say, he turned away and walked back toward the house.

Not sure of what to say, I stared at Lucas numbly, unsure of what to do next. He kissed me lightly, as if assuring me that everything was going to be fine. With his arm around my waist, we walked to the back of the truck to unload my luggage. Slowly we walked toward the house, trying to prolong what was to come.

When we stepped through the door, the first thing I noticed was the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie, filling the room with its sweet scent. An attractive looking woman, older yet, still young looking, approached me and gave me a hug, introducing herself as Lucas' mother, Nancy. I smiled shyly and was introduced to everyone else, including Kyle, Lucas' older brother, Kyle's wife, Rhianna, Lucas's younger sister Jessica and her husband Nick.

We ate a sumptuous meal, with apple pie and vanilla ice cream for dessert. Everyone was extremely friendly and either didn't notice or ignored the tension between Lucas and I, who ended up sitting next to each other through the entire meal. During the meal, we tangled our feet, keeping in contact with each other, even though we were seperated by more than a few inches.

After dinner when Kyle and Rhianna went home to their apartment and Jessica and Nick left to go back to their own ranch, Nancy and my uncle, David, escorted us to the living room where they had Lucas and I sit on a loveseat that was so small there wasn't any way not to touch. Our legs pressed against each others' as did our shoulders. We were trapped.

My uncle spoke first. "Your mother knows about what happened in the truck tonight. I told her. I felt that we should both speak to you honestly about this matter."

Nancy broke in saying, "It's not that we condone cousins who kiss once in a while, nor do we condone incest. But sometimes the feelings one has for a family member can't be helped. That's what we are going to discuss tonight. Along with the real reason you were sent to us Lily."

She continued, her soft voice seemingly loud in the small room. "You were sent here specifically to meet Lucas." Her announcement left us both paralyzed. Did she realize what she was saying, what she had just told us. I was sent here to meet Lucas. I had to say something.

"But that's not possible. My parents would be apalled by what happened tonight."

"No they wouldn't, dear," she said gently. "I think I should start by telling you the truth about your parents, David, and I. You see we're all related. Your mother, Dianna and I are sisters and we, in turn, ended up falling in love with our brothers...David and I, and Dianna and your father, Mark. We had no idea what we were doing was wrong...David and I first slept together when I was 12. It was so special for us...so right. There was never anyone else. When I was 16 and your mother was 14 our parents found out. By that time Mark and Dianna were sleeping together as well. I found out I was pregnant....that's how our parents came to know about what we were. We were kicked out of our home..." "Thankfully I was already living on my own when they learned of our relationship. I took in Nancy, and your mother and father...my brother and sisters. As soon as we were able, Nancy and I married. There had never been any other option. We were so much in love, being related didn't matter. The same went for your parents. It was as if we completed each other. There was no one else in the world who could make us feel the same way. Oh, we all tried dating other people, but we always came back to each other."

"And that's why you were sent here, Lily. You may not remember it and I'm pretty sure Lucas doesn't, but you two were inseperable when you were younger. When you and your parents came to visit...the first thing you would do is give Lucas a hug and a kiss. You did everything together and never left each others' side. Lucas was fiercely protective of you, never letting any harm come to you. We all knew then that it was the same way for you as it had been for us. There was no denying the pull we saw between you...it was such a vibrant connection, almost everyone around you saw it, even at such a young age. It hasn't changed, from what David has told me."

"Your parents could have sent you to Europe, Lily. They have plenty of money to do so," David said. "But we thought the timing was right to bring you two back together. Lucas, you're 22, and you were planning on moving out soon, having bought your own small ranch recently. And Lily...you were going to leave for college this fall. We thought it best to reunite you before these events occurred...to make you see what has been there all along."

I turned away from them, from Lucas, trying to bring to terms everything they had told me. It's not every day you find out your parents are really brother and sister. Or that they want you to be with your cousin. Lucas, taking my refusal to look at him as shame, stood up and started pacing.

We had never been in a situation even remotely like this before. It was almost unbearable. I was so attracted to Lucas, felt things around him that I had never felt before. But he was my cousin. Through the haze of worry and doubt, I heard my aunt tell my uncle that they should leave us be. Quietly they left the room.

Not wanting to, but having to see him, I looked up at Lucas. He was looking out the living room window, staring at the flat, green pastures. I didn't know what to say or do, but he spared me that by speaking first. "Do you know what this means?" he asked, still looking out the window. "I don't what anything means anymore. I'm not sure of myself, of what I feel, of what to believe."

"Don't you see. They mean for us to be together. In every way. My father wasn't angry when he saw us kissing, he wasn't even surprised or shocked. He had expected it to happen, just probably not that soon." He turned to me, took my hands in his and sat beside me. "I don't know what this is. Is is lust, a fierce attraction, or something deeper? I don't have the answer to that, but I want to find out. Come with me when I move out. Come stay with me on my ranch so we can explore what's between us. Please say yes, Lily."

His eyes were pleading with me, willing me to say yes. I saw something in the depths of his eyes, something wild and untamable, more than just desire. It was hope and something more...something undefinable, but I needed to find out what it was. I knew my answer. It was one simple word. "Yes."

The three weeks before we moved into Lucas' ranch home, were some of the best of my life. He didn't push me to sleep with him, not matter how far we went, or how aroused he was. We revelled in the time we spent together. He courted me and romanced me, making me feel as if I was the only woman in the world for him. Between picnics by the lake, to horseback riding across the meadows, we spent every waking moment together, not being able to tear ourselves away. We didn't notice it, not right away, the feelings growing deeper, the bond between us become stronger with each passing minute. We didn't realize it, but we were falling in love and unable to stop it or turn back before it was too late. By the time we moved into Lucas' home we were on the verge of showing each other how we felt. I was ready to belong to him. As a surprise, on our first night in his new home, I decided to give myself to him.

While he was out working all day, I set up the table with the best plates, wine glasses, candles. I made sure that I was at my best, having taken a long, luxurious bubble bath and doing my hair up just right. My dress was perfect. It was a simple black cotton dress, yet it had spaghetti straps and a button down front. I left three buttons open to leave just a glimpse of the tops of my breasts. Beneath the dress I put on some lingere that Nancy had gotten for me before I arrived. It was perfect. The underwear was black lace and satin french cut, with garter belts to hold up the black hose that adorned my legs. The black high heels I wore were the finishing touch. I purposely forgot to wear a bra, I thought he would enjoy that even more.

When he came in he was surprised to see everything that I had done. But he was even more surprised by how I was dressed. I told him to go change and come join me for a delicious dinner.

When he came down the stairs, I couldn't help but take a deep breath. He was devastatingly handsome. His blond hair was wet, evidence of his shower, but brushed back out of his face. He wore a dark blue business shirt, with a striped tie around his neck. His khaki pants were kind of long, slouchy, touching the floor when he stood.




Cousins (And Lovers)



I suppose this is two stories in one, in different stages in life, but they rely on each other to work. Took some time to write as I've been moving house. (But not with my cousin unfortunately. LOL)

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 I was sitting in my cousin Judy's front room drinking coffee. It was the first time in many years that we had got together, since granddad's funeral in fact. As we talked, reminiscing, it was as if nothing had changed in the intervening years except for the inevitable march of time. The spark of familiarity was still there between us. Not that surprising considering we had grown up together; only a few months separated our births. We had lived quite close to one another too; going to the same schools and even sometimes being in the same classes. Yes, the spark was still there except for the guilty secret in my heart.

As we talked I suddenly remembered something.

"It's your birthday in a week or so isn't it Ju?"

"Oh! So you do still remember despite not sending a card for over twenty years!!" She laughed.

"Didn't know where to send one after you went abroad." I mumbled a tad defensively.

"I know that you silly sod." Judy grinned.

The thing that had been playing on my mind, my guilty secret, reared its head again.

"Jude, do you remember your eighteenth birthday party? The fancy-dress thing?" I asked tentatively.

"Some of it." She sipped her coffee to cover her face flushing slightly red. "I got so tipsy a lot of it is still a blur."

"As I recall that was something to do with being legally able to drink alcohol wasn't it?"

"Same as you earlier in the year." She retorted.

"I know, I know." I shook my head sadly.

"Why bring that up now, over twenty years later?" She asked in puzzlement.

I went red and looked down at the carpet.

"Because there's something I've been wanting to tell you since then, but I've never had the courage."

"Sounds ominous."

"Maybe."

"So why tell me now, just as we've reconnected? If it's so bad won't it come between us again?"

"It might." I admitted. "But I still think I want to tell you, I NEED to tell you."

"All right," Judy sighed, "tell me."

* * *

 I don't remember now whose idea it was for Judy's birthday party to be a fancy-dress do, with a theme of 'St. Trinians', but it was probably Gaynor, Judy's best friend at the time. At first we boys thought it was a cracking idea, all our favourite girls in super-sexy school uniforms. But then we realised the dearth of male characters in all the 'St. Trinians' films; the fifteen of us who were invited couldn't all go as 'Flash Harry'. So we sat down together and swapped a few ideas over a beer or two. It was obvious later that we should have forgone the alcohol when we decided to go as schoolgirls ourselves; not the beautiful, worldly six-formers, but as the scruffy, warrior-like lower school, all hockey sticks, sticking plasters and battered straw hats. We saw sense later on and all joined up to go to the party, sticking together for mutual support.

The first thing that struck me as I entered the venue was how awesomely beautiful Judy looked. My cousin, who I'd grown up with and hardly thought of as a girl, more like another mate, was in fact stunningly attractive and one hell of a looker and I wondered why I'd never noticed before. I was so taken with this revelation that I spent a good portion of the party just watching her having fun with her friends and legally imbibing for the first time. I wasn't drinking anywhere near as much as I had at my own party earlier in the year, mainly because I'd promised Judy's parents that Gaynor and I would get Judy home as they were going away for a couple of nights, mainly to avoid a bunch of raucous teenagers celebrating their daughters birthday.

By ten o'clock I thought Judy was looking like she'd had too much alcohol, staggering a little, so I went and found Gaynor and told her I was taking Judy back to her house and could she find her own way home? Gaynor smiled, draped an arm over Barry, a fellow 'lower school' member, and said with a dazzling smile that she could manage with some help from her new friend.

 I helped Judy out of the taxi and through her front door. To my surprise she seemed steadier on her feet now. I sat her down on the sofa.

"How are you feeling Ju?" I asked solicitously, wanting to know if would be all right to leave her alone.

"A little tipsy." She replied. "And more than a little horny." She added, a playful glint in her eye.

I suspect it was this, coupled with the fact that I wasn't exactly sober myself, that led to what happened next. I felt suddenly compelled to kiss her, and not the normal, chaste, familial way. I crushed my lips to her luscious inviting mouth and was still surprised when Judy responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. Overcoming the amazement, I reacted by swirling my own tongue around hers. As we kissed long and hard like that my right hand found it's way to her left tit and I gently massaged it through her costume. Judy gave a little sound of disappointment as I broke the kiss, even though I left my hand where it was.

"You are horny, aren't you?" I said.

"Yes," she breathed, "aren't you?" She fixed me with a stare that had broken me before.

"I am." I replied, a little reluctantly.

"So what are we going to do about our mutual problem?" Judy gave me her biggest grin in years.

"I-I-I d-don't know." I stammered, more than a little stunned by what she seemed to be implying, and wondering who actually was the drunker one of the pair of us.

"Well I know what I'M going to do!" Judy declared, giving me a devil-may-care look that I'd grown up with and worried about. With that she leant forward and lifted the hem of my fancy-dress outfit with one hand and yanking down my underpants with the other, releasing my stiffening dick.

"WHA..!?" I exclaimed. "Jude....." I was going to say this was wrong and we shouldn't be doing this, but Judy wrapped her velvet-like lips around my suddenly rampant cock and in an instant I didn't care whether it was wrong or not. She looked up at me, her hazel eyes shining in delight, her cheeks rosy and slightly bulging from my prick being sunk into her mouth, and I realised that I'd wanted this from the moment that I'd seen her in her 'St. Trinians' costume, maybe even before then. Judy pulled her head back and began to tease my helmet with her tongue. It was an exquisite torture that made me want to stuff my cock as far down her throat as it would go. I restrained myself from that and instead gently pushed her back onto the sofa.

"My turn Ju. It is YOUR birthday after all." I told her in answer to her puzzled frown. I knelt before her and pushed up the costume skirt, running my hands up her stocking-clad thighs and beyond at the same time. I eased her out of her slightly damp panties to discover something that I had never suspected; cousin Judy shaved her pussy! In a trance I kissed those newly revealed lower lips, eliciting a shocked gasp from Judy, and then ran my tongue over this delightful place, poking it into the now moist slit, bringing a soft coo of appreciation. I licked and teased at her sweet cunt for a while, enjoying the way Judy writhed in increasing pleasure, until she grabbed my head and looked sternly at me.

"Enough with the tongue, I want cock and I want it now."

I nodded, slightly turned on by hearing Judy use the word 'cock', and stood up, divesting myself of my costume at the same time. I was naked, my dick, now rock hard, was pointing obscenely at my beautiful cousins face. She smiled.

"Someone really wants this after all."

"Yes. Yes, I do." I said quietly.

"Well get on with it then." She laughed.

I knelt once more, between her thighs, and was lining my cock up with her cunt when she wrapped her legs around me.

"Hold on. Give me a chance, you eager beaver." I jokingly admonished her.

"Well stop shilly-shallying around then, slow-coach." She laughed back.

As I gradually pushed into Judy's pussy a momentary doubt assailed me once more, but the wonderful feeling as her cunt swallowed my dick made me forget it instantly.

"Oh, that's good." Judy exhaled as I slowly began to pump her.

"It definitely is." I agreed, beginning to pant a little.

Judy gave a low moan of approval as I steadily quickened my pace. Her hands went to her tits and she began to rub then, further increasing her own pleasure. I was starting to sweat as I felt a tightening in my nuts.

"Ju, Jude, I'm gonna cum soon. I'll pull out." I gasped.

"Cum in me. I want your seed in me." She gasped back.

"NO! Judy, let me pull out." I cried out as she clenched her legs tightly around me. I tried to hold off but to no avail. I had no chance and all I could do was fill her pussy with my spunk. As I did, Judy orgasmed as well, her nails scraping down my back as her body tensed and then relaxed.

She lay back, purring in satisfaction, and I slumped down beside her, my mind ablaze with the delicious naughtiness of what we had just done. Judy rolled over onto her side, propped up on an elbow, to look at me. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her skirt was still rucked around her hips and that some of my cum was leaking from her pussy.

"What?" I said in response to her questioning stare.

"Can we do that again please?" She asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelids coquettishly.

I glanced down between my legs at my softening cock. There were signs of life, but not much.

"I dunno Jude, it might take a while." I said dubiously.

"Oh, I can fix THAT." She grinned, noting the direction of my glance. Sitting up properly, she slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra, leaving her in only her shoes and stockings. She bent her head to my crotch and licked at my now hardening dick, tasting the juices from our recent exertions still on it.

"What an interesting combination." She said.

"What is?" I asked.

"Your jizz and my cum. They compliment each other ever so well."

"They do? Let me have a taste."

"Okay."

We switched around into a '69' position so that while Ju was busy reviving my cock with her mouth, I could lap at her pussy. Judy was right about the mixture of our juices, it did have an interesting taste, not that I was an expert at the time. We rolled over so that Jude was above me, still bobbing her head up and down on my now fully excited shaft. My tongue was busy investigating the fleshy folds of her cunt when I had an idea. I moved the angle of my head slightly and ran my tongue over Judy's ass-hole. She jumped a little, startled by my touch in such a place. Grinning wickedly to myself I poked the tip of my tongue a little way into her smallest hole. This time she looked around from her industrious cock-sucking.

"That feels kind of.....different." She murmured.

"Good different or bad different?" I asked.

"Well, not bad, just......different."

"Should I stop?"

"No. Carry on for now."

With that she went back to her oral stimulation of my now raging boner. Feeling that I'd been given free rein to continue toying with her ass I wet my forefinger and then eased it part-way into her cute little bum-hole. Judy said nothing, her mouth full of my dick, but she waggled her hips a bit, as if inviting me to probe further into her third orifice. Obligingly I pushed my finger deeper until it was in as far as it would go, while still licking at her pussy. We both seemed to have forgotten what Judy's original intention was as we both continued to give each other oral pleasure. And then suddenly, while I had my mouth full of cunt, I felt myself spurting off again. Judy didn't flinch and managed to gulp down the contents of my balls as it spewed into her mouth. As that was happening I felt the ring of her ass tighten around my still probing finger as she got off too.

Judy rolled off me and looked around, licking at some excess cum on her lips.

"That was great, but it's not getting me fucked again is it?" She said with a grin.

Again I felt a tingle at her using the crudity.

"Sorry," I said, "we got carried away, didn't we?"

"Never mind. I'll try again." She said, once more dropping her head to my dick and enveloping it with those marvellous lips. It took her a little longer to get me rigid this time, but within a few minutes I was raring to go again. Judy sat up, and seemed to consider something for a moment. Then, to my surprise, she got down on all fours in front of me and provocatively wiggled her bum at me.

"What?" I asked, wondering what she intended.

"Take me from behind; I've heard it feels better." She said over her shoulder.

"Oh! Is that all? Okay." I must have sounded surprised.

"What's the matter?" Jude asked.

"To be perfectly honest, I thought you were going to ask me to fuck your ass."

"Do you want to?"

"Maybe. But it's your birthday; you get to chose."

I knelt behind her still waggling bottom and grabbed it, and then slid my cock into her welcoming pussy, leaning into a long, deep, but gentle thrust.

"You're in father than before." Judy breathed.

"Sorry; didn't mean to hurt you." I replied automatically.

"Don't be sorry; it feels wonderful and doesn't hurt at all." She sounded really happy.

I fucked her slowly, taking long slow strokes and massaging her buttocks at the same time. It wasn't too long before I felt my cousin spasm as she came, moaning with pleasure that I'd never heard before. I let her calm down and get her breath back. I was about to start thrusting again when Judy panted.

"My ass."

"What?" I asked.

"I want you to fuck me in my ass." She reiterated.

"You sure Ju?"You'll be tight and need some lubrication."

"I don't care; Use your finger to loosen it, get some lube, but I want to feel your dick up my bum." She demanded.

"It's your party Ju." Much as I wanted to screw her in the butt, I didn't want to hurt Judy if I could help it.

"I am. I want cock in my butt."

That decided it, after all, like I'd told her; it was her birthday. With my prick still buried in her cunt I began to tease Judy's ass hole with my finger and thumb, widening it enough to put my dick in. I worked in some of my spit and plenty of the juice leaking from her pussy to help ease it in to this tight hole. I was being careful and taking so long that Judy began to get impatient despite making appreciative noises. 

"Come on, you must be ready by now."

"I just don't want it to hurt too much Jude."

"Get on with it." She said, but not crossly.

With that I put my cock head against her puckered anus.

"Relax Jude," I said as I felt her body stiffen, "or I won't be able to get in." I slapped her ass cheek gently in admonishment.

She did as she was told and I slipped the tip of my dick into her butt. Judy gave a little groan as I did so I stopped.

"No, carry on. It just feels bigger that's all." She gasped.

I resumed my slow thrust and sank in deeper. I was quite frankly amazed; up until a few hours ago I had never thought of Judy in a sexual way and now here I was, balls deep in my cousins butt! It was so doubly perverse. Judy began to squeak in delight as I slowly increased my pounding. She was making little grunting noises each time my thighs slapped against hers. All to soon the tightness of her bum meant that I could feel myself building to a climax.

"Cumming Jude." I gasped out. Mere moments later I was firing ropes of spunk into Judy's bowels. As I did her body tensed as well, her own orgasm triggered by the gush of my warm jizz into her back passage. We both slid to the ground wrapped around each other, exhausted by our exertions, and drifted off to sleep still holding each other.

 I woke up at three a.m. in the morning, the still sleeping Judy curled up next to me. Carefully so as not to wake her, I got up and went to fetch something to cover her. As I draped the travel blanket I'd found over her I realised two things: One; I was so much in love with my cousin and: Two: I was appalled at my actions of the previous evening. I was supposed to have been protecting her and instead I had taken advantage of her inebriated state and had my wicked way with her. I was disgusted with myself and wondered how I could ever apologise enough to Judy. That is if she'd even talk to me. Disconsolate, I found my clothes, the school-girl fancy dress outfit, and borrowed some sweat pants for the walk home. In a daze of self-loathing I made my way back to my house, knowing that the girl of my dreams had been under my nose all the time and at the moment I realised it I'd ruined it.

 Judy and I didn't meet up again for a couple of days, days of self-torture for me, and even when we did, I couldn't talk to her about that night. To me it was always 'that night'. I had thrown up a barrier between us to try and protect her. At least that was how my tortured mind saw it. After that we drifted apart, culminating in Judy going off to see the rest of the world. Our carefree youth was gone and we eventually lost touch completely.

* * *

 I hadn't looked up from the floor where I'd being staring since I began my confession.

"I'm sorry Jude." I whispered, finally lifting my head and looking into Judy's face; A face that I saw was wearing a wry amused grin and not the look of disgust I was expecting.

"And that's what's been bothering you all these years is it? You daft idiot, I wasn't so drunk that I didn't know what I was doing, OR who I was doing it with. In fact, I'd drunk less than you that night, I was practically sober still. And even if I had been as tipsy as I pretended, I still wouldn't forget making out with my best boy for the first, and as it turns out, only, time." She smiled, lighting up her hazel eyes and reached for my hand. To say I was dumbfounded was an understatement.

"You what?" Was all I could say.

"My drunk act really fooled you then?"

"It did, but I did have a few doubts about how far gone you really were. The thing that puzzles me is why you never said anything."

"Well, you never mentioned it after, so I thought that maybe I had been a lousy lay for you."

"NO, Never! It was and still is the best sex I've ever had. I just thought that you didn't know that it had been me you screwed that night, and I didn't want to upset you, so I kept quiet."

"You soft pillock. It was the best sex I've ever had too, probably because of the taboo of having my cousin fuck me." She continued to smile.

"You may be right." I sighed. "I'm sorry Judy, for everything after that night, not saying anything, letting us drift apart, all that stupid stuff I could have avoided."

"My fault too. I could have said something as well." She gave a bright grin. " But I will say that night helped me when I went abroad; I wasn't afraid to try anything new at least once."

"I wish I could say the same. I couldn't help but feel I had driven you away and messed up my own life into the bargain." I sighed deeply this time. 

Judy came and sat next to me, still holding my hand.

"I wish I'd known that. Perhaps I could have helped."

"It's all water under the bridge Jude. We can't live on 'what-ifs' and 'maybes'." I shrugged, pulling myself back together.

"Could you kiss me?" Judy asked out of the blue.

I looked at her in surprise but said nothing. Instead I leaned across and touched our lips together. Suddenly twenty years just melted away and we were back to that night. Our tongues danced around one another with re-ignited passion. The fears and worries I had been carrying around for so long just dissolved away and I was somehow left with a peaceful feeling, kissing the woman I loved, that I'd always loved.

Eventually we parted, needing air.

"Just like I remember." Judy sighed happily.

"It was." I agreed.

We looked into each others eyes and both had the same thought, from the same feeling. My hand strayed to her breast; hers dropped into my crotch. It was only then that Judy hesitated.




Cousins (And Lovers)



"I'm not as young and pretty as I was." She said, suddenly dubious as to her attractiveness.

"Jude, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever met." She smiled and gave my dick a squeeze. "And I'm not just saying that to get THAT reaction." I grinned, gently fondling her tit through her clothes. I meant it too. To me, Judy was as pretty as she'd ever been. She tugged open my zipper and wrapped her hand around my hardening cock.

"I remember this too." She giggled naughtily, her hesitancy forgotten. By now I was rock hard.

"He remembers as well." I smirked.

"Should we?" Judy asked.

"Probably not."

"But we are, aren't we?"

"We most definitely are." I replied, kissing her softly.

We began to slowly undress each other, kissing and caressing each others flesh as it was revealed, until we were both completely naked on the sofa. We sat back for a moment, appraising how time had treated us.

"What do you think?" Judy asked nervously.

Despite her apparent fears, she was still gorgeous, still retained her perfect form.

"I keep telling you, you are a highly desirable woman." I said earnestly. "I see you still shave your pussy too." I smiled. "Jude, you are one hell of an awesome looker."

"For my age?"

"For any age." I was a little exasperated that for some reason I couldn't comprehend she needed reassurance about her looks. "Judy. You are still truly wonderful, from here," I kissed her right nipple, "and here," then her left nipple. "To here," I kissed her belly-button, "and most especially here." I planted a final kiss right on her shaven cunt, and then teased her clit with my tongue.

"Mmmm, you've learnt some new tricks." She cooed, her worries vanishing at my touch.

"One or two I suppose." I grinned up at her. "What about you?"

"I've picked up a few things on my travels." She replied, flashing me a stunning smile. Her hand reached out and began to caress my balls very gently. She leant forward and licked at the pre-cum already forming at my knob-end before taking my whole shaft into her mouth and then her throat with no sign of gagging and every sign of enjoyment. She moved back and forth along my cock, teasing it with her tongue and her teeth.

"It's not going to take much of that to make me blow my load." I gasped. In reply I felt Judy's finger begin to toy with my ass hole. Her eyes were shining up at me in amusement at my groans of pleasure. And then she eased the finger into my butt and I lost it, shooting off into her mouth and then over her face as she sat back. I'd never cum as much before, I seemed to be spewing gallons of jizz onto her upturned and waiting features.

"Sorry," I panted, "but that was the best blow-job I've ever had. Thank you."

"No, thank you." Judy said, licking at the spunk running down her face and smiling as she did. "Just something I picked up on my journey around the world."

"They do say that travel broadens the mind." I grinned.

"What about you?" Judy asked, now collecting my cum on her fingers and then licking it off. " Anything interesting you want to show me?"

"I've nothing as spectacular as your oral skills Jude," I said diffidently, "but I like to think I'm a better mire tender lover in general."

"Shall we find out?" She laughed, pulling me to the floor beside her.

I kissed her: At first on the mouth, and then all over her still-luscious naked body, until I arrived at the sweet spot between her legs. Judy made little noises of approval as my lips touched the folds of her pussy, my tongue probing into the wet slit. I switched my attention to her clit and she gave a low moan of pure pleasure.

"Oh, that's good!" She breathed, clasping my head in her hands. "Sooo good." She repeated.

I straightened up, bringing my hard-again cock up to her cunt, and slid it in.

"OH YES!" She cried as I penetrated her, wrapping her legs around my hips as she had done on that night so long ago, pulling me all the way in. I bent my head down and licked at each of her nipples before suckling on them in turn and then gently nibbling on both of those perfectly-formed buds. Judy began to purr in pleasure as I chose that moment to start to move my hips. I started a slow rhythmic pumping action that I knew from experience I could keep up for some time. I was in no hurry and wanted this to last.

Despite my best efforts, Judy's breaths were soon coming in short, rasping pants.

"Yes. Yes! YEESSS!!!" She cried out, her passion exploding into a monumental climax. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten momentarily, especially those in her pussy. They clamped around my dick like a vice, causing me to halt my gentle assault. Judy smiled up at me as she relaxed again, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body.

"That was great," she panted, "but don't stop. I want you to fuck me some more."

I felt that familiar tingle I always got when my cousin talked dirty to me and obligingly resumed my slow pumping of her cunt.

"No. From behind." She said. "When you fucked me from behind that night, it was the best fucking I ever got."

"Seeing as you asked nicely." I said, slipping out of her so that she could roll onto her hands and knees. When she was settled, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her onto my cock once more, settling into the steady rhythm of before. This was truly the best I'd felt in over twenty years. My worries had vanished and I was making love to the beautiful woman who had made that happen. 

Judy was grunting with each of my strokes now, but I could feel that because of the stopping and starting I was some way from cumming. With that in mind I quickened my pace, slamming harder into Judy's pussy, my body slapping against hers. She responded to the increased speed of my thrusts.

"Oh yes! Treat me rough!" She cried out. "Fuck me hard and fast and deep!!"

I was a little taken aback by this reaction from my prim cousin. She was someone who I'd never have thought would like rougher sex. Then I remembered the way she had pulled her head back and got me to shoot cum over her face and I realised that she wasn't the innocent she had been when we were kids.

On a sudden impulse I slapped one of the cheeks of her arse.

"This rough enough for you?" I asked. "Bitch." I added as an afterthought. "How about this?" I gave her other ass-cheek a stinging slap. Judy said nothing, just moaning with a lust I never suspected she had. I pounded into her, alternating a few smacks to either buttock as I did so, until Judy climaxed again. It was too much for me and I started to cum as well. I pulled my prick out and shot my load up her back and across the reddened cheeks of her ass. 

We were both sweating profusely and panting with exertion by now. Judy sank down onto the floor and lay there. I sat beside her and gently stroked her now-matted auburn hair.

"I'm sorry I called you a bitch and slapped you." I apologised, unhappy with myself again.

"Don't be." She smiled. "It was the reaction I wanted, what the situation needed, what I needed." I gave her a puzzled look. "Maybe I should have mentioned I like a little role-play now and then."She explained.

"I wish you had." I grinned. "I felt all guilty again. What else do you like to do with unsuspecting lovers?"

"How much time have you got?" She smirked.

"Plenty of time, although maybe not as much stamina." I grinned back. "But I've got twenty wasted years to make up for, so I'll manage." I kissed her again. "So, what next?"

"I could tie you up." She said, but I could tell she wasn't that serious. At least not yet. "Or you could tie me up." Her eyes told me this was her preferred option at the moment.

"Maybe in a short while." I said. "But we've got time to try everything because I'm not going anywhere this time." I planted a hard kiss on her lips to show I meant it and she responded in kind.

"Good." Judy, my beautiful cousin and now my lover, replied.



Cousins & Lovers



"So what's the occasion?" he asked as we sat down to the table. I poured some red wine I had found into the glasses before answering his question.

I raised my glass in silent salute. "To your new home. May it be everything you wish for." He clinked his glass against mine and took a sip of the wine. He nodded appreciatively at the choice in wine.

"You still haven't told me though, what this is about. Are you trying to blow me off nicely?"

"I'm not trying to blow you off. Dinner is ready, I'll go get it." I brought back two plates, heaping with my favorite, fettucini alfredo, with bits of chicken blended in. "Let's not discuss why I did this right now. Let's just enjoy each others' company." The rest of the dinner went very smoothly. We laughed and talked, our hands held tight the entire time.

When we had both finished, I took his hand and stood up. He followed me into the living room which I had decorated with candles. I turned on some soft, slow music and slowly leaned into him for a dance. We swayed against each other with the music, each brush of each others' bodies turning up the temperature around and in us. During the second dance, I felt his head bend slowly toward mine and was about to raise my lips for a kiss, when I felt his breath on my neck, followed by his soft lips. I tilted my head, as he kissed the base of my neck, slowly inching his way around it, over my collar bone, and around the other side of my neck, up to my earlobe, which he bit playfully, sending shivers coursing through my body.

I had long ago decided to stop fighting what I was feeling for my cousin. I couldn't help it, couldn't deny it. It was such a part of me, if I had tried to ignore it, it would have been like cutting out my heart.

I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and whispered softly in his ear, the words I know he had been waiting to hear. "Let's go upstairs."

He pulled back, looking deep into my eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to know that this was what I wanted.

"I'm sure. I haven't been more sure about anything in my life." I pulled away from him and took his hand, leading him for the stairs, slowly ascending them. I had butterflies in my stomach fluttering with anticipation.

When we reached his room, I led him toward the bed, stopping with the backs of my knees resting against it. He saw that I was nervous and kissed me softly, taking away the nerves that were willing me to run from the room. My hands reached up, shaking slightly, to undo his tie. It took a minute, but I finally got the knot undone and pulled it off. Anxiously I undid the buttons of his shirt, wanting to see his chest, to run my hands over the hard planes of his stomach. I felt his hands on the back of my dress, fumbling for the zipper. When they found it, they inched it downward. Quickly he pulled away from me, lifting the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms.

He pushed them down, and the dress fell with them, landing in a soft pool at my feet. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock. I stood before him, not ashamed, but proud of how I looked, pleased by the lust and desire I saw in his eyes.

"Where did you get that?" he whispered, pointing to the panties, garters, and hose. "From your mother," I replied. "She bought them for me before I arrived. She thought they might come in handy.

"Oh they do," he said, grabbing my wrist and jerking me against him. I cried out hoarsely as my hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against his bare chest. "God, Lily! You have no idea what you do to me. I was beginning to wonder if you still wanted me, you were taking so long to decide. I couldn't have born it if you hadn't. I have fallen head over heels for you. I don't know how I'm going to let you go when the summer ends. I've been worrying about it for days, wondering what I would do when you left. I don't have anything without you. You've become the most important person in my life. I can't live without you. I love you."

I stared at him, knowing the words came from his heart. He loves me. It wasn't fair. I was leaving in a month and wouldn't see him for at least a year. So much could change between now and then. I had to tell him. Tell him how I feel.

"I love you too, Lucas. I can't stop myself from loving you, even though I know I have to leave."

"Then let's make the most of the time we do have. I want to make sure that you leave here knowing that you belong to me. That no one will ever make you feel the way I do."

He kissed me then...not the chaste, slow kisses we had shared, but a passionate, overwhelming kiss, full of lust and desire. I responded in kind, plastering myself against him, curling my arms around his neck.

He continued to kiss me as he removed his shirt and pants quickly. He stood before me, unashamedly naked. My gaze moved over him, taking in the taut muscles. No matter how I tried, my gaze eventually locked on his erection, watching it bob softly in the air. He was so big, I was a little afraid. He advanced on me, like a predator stalking its' prey. He bent on one knee and slowly lowered my underwear over my hips, unhooking the garters from my hose. "I'm going to make love to you slowly, with these on. I want to feel the roughness against my skin."

After he slipped the panties off, he pushed me backwards, where I landed on the bed with a soft whoosh. He climbed up over me, resting between my legs. Before even moving, he cupped my face in his hands. "Do you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you?"

"I know that it's as much as I love you. And I love you with my whole heart, body, and soul."

His kisses moved over me, his mouth reaching my breast and suckling like a child. I felt his hands span my waist, the current that had always been there, surging between us. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles leaping beneath my fingers. His fingers were almost there, to that place on my body that so desperately wanted to be touched. I could feel them parting the folds surrounding my cunt, rubbing gently, one of them pushing inside me forcefully. I arched when I felt it come into me, my muscles clenching it tight. His thumbed rubbed over my clit, stroking it slowly, making me cry out in desire and want. His eyes burned with lust, making me bold. I grasped his dick, running my thumb across the tip of it, spreading the liquid that had seeped out of the tiny slit. I pulled my thumb up to my mouth and tasted it. It wasn't bad. My hand went down again and continued stroking, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. I pushed at him, slowly rolling him over onto his back.

He had no idea what I had in mind, until I turned toward the end of the bed, my legs straddling his head. Grasping his dick, I slowly licked the head of it, pushing my tongue lightly against the slit. I ran my tongue down the shaft, then back up again. His hips writhed on the bed, trying to get into my mouth. Finally, I slowly enveloped his prick in my mouth, running my tongue over it, bobbing my head up and down slowly. I was really getting into it when I felt his breath against my pussy. His tongue slowly emerged licking me softly, pushing into my cunt. I arched my back, crying out as his dick slid from my mouth. I was gone. My orgasm was so close and just one more stroke of his tongue would push me over the edge...and it did. I couldn't stop it.

The contractions and current roll through my pussy, making my hips writhe in agony and pleasure. Before I could recover and take him back into my mouth, he rolled me over again and climbed between my legs. "I have to have you Lily. Now."

"So take me Lucas. Make me yours." And then he did. He grasped his dick and placed it against the opening to my cunt. He pushed slowly, wanting to be gentle with me, no matter how wet I was. I arched beneath him, taking him even more. "Lucas, come inside me. I want to feel you all the way in me."

"Oh god, Lily. I want to be in you more than anything, but I don't want to hurt you." He still moved slowly into me, a little more each time. Frustrated with how slow he was going, I wrapped my hose covered legs around his waist, and pulled him into me with a quick lunge. I cried out when he pushed through my hymen, but the full, pleasureable feeling inside me more than made up for a moment of hurt.

Now that he was finally in me, he seemed to lose control. He grasped my hips and thrust in and out of me, groaning as I tightened my inner muscles around him. I arched my back as every thrust rubbed the walls inside my cunt, driving me crazy with desire. I could feel every inch, every rub of him inside me. He pounded into me, hurling me into my orgasm. I screamed as I came, thrusting my hips at his, with savage force. Suddenly I felt him pounding faster, and I knew he was almost there. He cried out as it happened, his hot, incestuous cum filling me. He shook uncontrolably with his orgasm. Finally, when we were both still, he leaned up and looked at me.

"I can't let you go Lily. I wish I was strong enough to do what I know is right for you, but I'm not. I need you with me, no matter whether you wish to be or not, I'll never let you go."

"You won't have to, Lucas," I said as I idly stroked his back. "I'm not leaving. I've decided that this is where I belong. Here, in Wyoming. With you. I'm going to attend community college in Cheyenne, to get certified as a nurse. I don't belong someplace without you. I belong here, forever."

"Do you mean it?" he asked, a sheen of tears misting his eyes.

"I do."

"Those are the words I want you to say to me again real soon." He pulled open the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a small gray box. He opened it, revealing the small diamond solitare embedded in silver. "Will you marry me Lily? I don't have a bunch of pretty words to tell you, except that you are the love of my life, and I can't live without you."

Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't stop them. He was everything I wanted and thought I'd never have. I would have to thank my parents for sending me back to him. But for right now, I had to lay to rest the fear I saw in Lucas' eyes.

"I'll marry you, Lucas. I love you more than life." With that, he kissed me, pouring all the love and emotion we felt for each other into one passionate kiss. And I knew we'd be together forever.