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Fucking My Favorite Cousin Ch. 02

By: JustanAngel



Those few hours that my cousin, Chad, and I spent together were like a sensual dream that I dreaded waking up from. It was all we could do to tear ourselves away from each other, but reality beckoned.

I had a family to get home to, and his parents, my aunt and uncle, were due home any time. We made every second count, exploring each other's bodies and pushing the limits of our endurance. If we could have made time stand still for everyone but us, we would have stayed in that room forever. But, since time was not under our control, we made each precious minute last as long as we could. 

Finally I dressed and drove home, unable to fathom what had just taken place. The only evidence of our encounter was my sopping wet pussy and the belly full of Chad's cum I had eagerly swallowed. My legs were still shaky from the exertion, but much to my relief, my husband's car was not parked in front of the house when I arrived home. 

The house was dark, so I quickly turned on a lamp, pulled out the book I had been reading, opened it, leaving it on the coffee table. I undressed, threw my clothes in the hamper in the basement, and hurriedly showered, hoping to wash away any obvious signs of my evening activities. Slipping on my robe and slippers, I made my way back into the living room, where I curled up on the couch and grabbed my novel. 

The words on the page blurred before my eyes. I read the same sentence over and over, but the book was just a pretense. An avid reader, my family would easily believe I had spent the last few hours enjoying my freedom with a good murder mystery novel.

About ten minutes after I settled in, my family burst through the door, laughing and boisterous after their trip to the exhibition game. My spouse of twelve years, Bill, followed behind, rolling his eyes.

"I tell you what, if I ever decide to do that again, shoot me." he joked. "I swear these kids are so hopped up on candy that I doubt they'll ever get to sleep tonight." 

Hanging his coat on the coat rack, Bill seemed glad to be in for the evening. All three kids were talking at once, trying to explain the event; who scored what and where they sat and who ate more hot dogs than who. Finally, Bill directed the crew upstairs to their rooms, ready for some peace and quiet.

"It's after eleven o'clock, guys!" he shouted up the stairs. "Let's settle down up there and get ready for bed."

Sighing, Bill sat down beside me and patted my knee. 

"How was your night, Lissa?" using the name only he called me. 

Immediately I felt a pang of guilt rise up inside me. I looked down, avoiding his eyes, and tried to look interested in the book I was reading. 

"Great. Just did some reading and took a nap. Sounds like you all had a great time, though."

Bill, always sensitive to my moods, touched my hand.

"Everything okay, hon?" 

Realizing I would have to learn to live with my decision without making my guilt obvious, I lifted my chin and looked at my husband.

I sighed and remarked, "I'm fine, I guess I just missed you tonight."

Bill nodded. "I missed you, too. It just didn't seem right being there without you." 

"I know we all need some to ourselves now and then. With that rowdy crew you had to oversee, maybe I got the best end of the deal." I said, trying to keep my tone normal.

Bill chuckled. "They're not going to be young forever, so we have to enjoy them while we can. But I tell you what, hon: Let's plan on making some time for ourselves soon. Like dinner or something. I'll have Mom watch the kids and maybe we'll catch a movie. We haven't done that lately."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and fought the tears that filled my eyes. "That sounds great." I managed. 

Here my husband was planning ways to make time for me after I had just spent the last few hours screwing my own cousin. I felt two inches tall. I forced myself to stop thinking, trying to push the guilt to the back of my mind. 

I mustered a smile, and kissed Bill lightly on the cheek. The thought popped into my head that these same lips that were kissing my husband had been slurping Chad's meat like a sex starved slut.....could they still have traces of his cum on them?

"Stop it!" I told myself in my mind. "You've got to get a grip!" 

I had assured Chad that I could handle this, but now with Bill right beside me, I wasn't so sure. To make it worse, Bill was being so damn sweet that the whole thing seemed totally unfair to him.

Considering the matter of an evening out settled, Bill reached for the remote and flicked on the evening news. I decided the best way to handle the whole situation was to turn in for the night. I could hear the kids upstairs jumping around and giggling. Since they were in no hurry to go to sleep, I knew I was off the hook: Bill would never approach me for sex as long as the kids were up and about.

"I think that nap earlier just made me even more tired, Bill." I lied. "I'm going to go ahead and turn in."

Bill didn't even look up from the television. "Okay, hon. 'Night."

I got in bed, covered myself up and stared at the ceiling. I now knew that things weren't going to be as easy as I thought. How could I continue being with Chad if I felt like this later on? I had a lot of thinking to do. It didn't seem like sleep was going to come, so I knew I had all night to ponder my next move.

The next morning I felt a little better, despite the little over three hours of sleep I managed to get. In fact, what took place in Chad's room almost seemed like one of my fantasies....something wild and sinful that never really happened. I decided that I was over the worst of the guilt...and that if I could pretend it never happened, I'd be okay. 

That's how I coped for the first several days. I didn't call Aunt Jan or try to contact Chad, nor did he try to reach me. I busied myself with the kids' activities, chauffeuring them from one activity to the next. A couple of times Bill asked if I'd like him to pick one of them up or take them to give me a break, but I thanked him and declined his offer. The busier I kept myself, the less I had to think. 

When a week had passed, Bill's mom, Sandy, phoned and asked if she could keep the kids overnight. Her church was having a carnival to raise money for missions the next day, and wanted to take them with her. Bill seemed more than eager to drop them off. With a glint in his eye, he suggested I "dress up" because he thought it was high time we had a real date night.

I agreed, thinking this was just what I needed to prevent me from thinking about Chad. So, a bit later, Bill left with the kids to make the five mile trip to Sandy's. Meanwhile, I started a hot bath and went to pick out my clothes. 

I had just laid out my outfit on the bed when the phone rang. Wanting to make sure the bathtub didn't overflow, I hurriedly turned the bath water down to a trickle, and rushed across the bedroom to pick up the phone. I heard the answering machine kick on in the living room, but I grabbed the cordless, interrupting the greeting.

"Hello?" I said breathlessly, having almost tripped on the throw rug in front of the phone stand. 

"Missy? Are you alone?" Chad's voice sounded like it was coming from inside of a deep well. The reception was poor, but I knew it was him by his inquiry. It must have been a cel phone or a pay phone he was calling from. Glancing at the caller i.d. on the phone, I realized I guessed correctly. "Cellular call" was the title on the screen.

"Yes, I'm alone." I affirmed, making my way to the bathroom. "But I won't be for long. Bill shouldn't be only be gone a few minutes and I've got to be getting ready."

"Oh." Chad said, sounding deflated. "So are you regretting what we did?"

I sighed, knowing how I felt, but not wanting to hurt Chad after the beautiful evening we shared. I loved every minute of our time together, but it was our time apart that made me feel so full of remorse. 

"I honestly don't know how I feel right now. And I don't think I can get into talking about us just yet. Like I said, Bill is only going to be gone a short while and I have a lot to do." 

I went inside the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I kept the bath water on so that if Bill did come home, my conversation would be muffled by the sound of the water filling up the tub.

Chad grew silent. "Missy, I don't regret what happened between us. I've never been with anyone who makes me feel the way you do. Like I told you, I love you. Having your body was just icing on the cake. Nice, sweet, velvety icing, but icing." 

I stood, leaning against the bathroom wall, listening.

Chad continued on. "Can you honestly tell me that you've ever felt that much passion with anyone else? Do you feel that kind of heat when Bill touches you?"

I knew the answer to his question, but I hated to admit it myself. "No. I've never felt like that with anyone else. Not even Bill."

Chad's voice, barely audible with the crackling of the phone connection, lowered to a whisper.

"Missy, when we were together neither of us had any inhibitions. The things we did are only wrong if you choose to see them as wrong. I don't know where your head is right now, but when I watched your beautiful body bouncing up and down on mine, I was hooked. You're the only woman who's ever driven me that wild. I want to meet somewhere: I need to see you, Missy. I want to kiss you and remind you of how good it feels when we're together. Please, Missy, think it over. And call me back. You know the number, okay? Don't regret what we did. Passion like ours doesn't come along every day. Don't forget that, baby."

Feeling more confused than ever, I pressed the receiver against my ear. "Okay. I have to think. I'll call you tomorrow if I can, but I can't promise anything. I just don't know right now, but I need time to think. l will call you as soon as I can."

"Fair enough," said Chad, then he hung up the phone. I pressed the "off" button on the cordless, then quickly deleted Chad's number from the caller i.d. 

Slipping into the bath tub, I immersed myself in bubbles, wishing the world was a lot simpler place. I stretched out my body, deciding to lie back in the tub and try to make the world go away.

Having heard Chad's voice, I was reminded of the euphoria we felt being in each other's arms. The thought of seeing him again caused my blood to pump quickly through my veins. Where could we meet to get away from the world and make love again? When could I find the time? My mind began to wander, and I could practically taste Chad's warm, thick cum on my tongue. Breathing heavy, I began to touch myself, wishing it was Chad's hands on my body. 

One hand touched my left breast, rolling its soft, pink nipple around and around between my thumb and middle finger. My right hand wandered down between my legs. With my thumb, I began to rub my clit, as I slid my middle finger deep into my pussy.

Rubbing slowly at first, I thought of Chad's hard cock filling my mouth, easing its way to the back of my throat. I reminisced about its pulsing warmth, it's salty taste, it's masculine scent.

I thought of the look on his face when I rolled my tongue over his shaft, alternating between licking the engorged head and sucking his length. Looking up between slurps, I smiled around his cock, letting him know just how much I enjoyed what I was doing. 

Occasionally I would caress his balls with my fingers as I licked the underside of his tool. My technique so tantalized and teased that after awhile Chad finally became out of control. 

He grabbed my hair with both hands, shoving his erection down my throat with a fervent thrust. I gagged, my eyes filling with tears. I was taken aback, and quickly realized that despite that initial surprise, I was incredibly turned on by Chad's sudden forcefulness. Here was a man that had just finished gently making love to me....and he was now showing an aggressive side of himself that both delighted me and shocked my senses.

The tattooed skin around his massive arms strained as Chad's grip grew more urgent. While trying to gather my wits, I decided that I was going to take every inch of my cousin's cock until I was rewarded with his hot seed in my mouth. Feverish with desire, Chad began to fuck my mouth, ramming his cock into my face, his balls roughly slapping my chin. 

"That's it baby, take it all. Suck your cousin's cock, my little cocksucker. Uhhhhhh yeah. That's right. Take it all."

Turned on even more by this dialog, I moaned and tried to suck harder while Chad pounded mercilessly in and out of my mouth.

"Oh you like that do you, baby? You like being my little cocksucker? Oooooh yeah, you like it when I fuck your hot little mouth? Huh? You like that? Mmmmm mmmm mmmm." 

Trying in vain to nod, tears running down my cheeks, I felt the Chad's grip on my hair increase. My head bobbing up and down, I tried to keep my sucking in rhythm with Chad's frantic pace.

"Fuck yeah. That is so fucking hot. My hot little cousin sucking my dick. That's right. Keep it up. That's right. You're gonna swallow my load, baby. Aren't you? You're gonna fucking swallow every drop!"

The faster I sucked his cock in my mind, the faster my fingers rubbed my clit and penetrated my pussy. I removed my left hand from my swollen nipple and tried to grasp the side of the slippery tub. Soon I pressed two more fingers into my depths, shoving them as deep as I could. The water began to slosh around the tub as I fingered myself furiously. 

My clit began to swell, and my muscles began to spasm. As my climax overtook me, I remembered that last thrust: Chad shoving himself firmly into my throat, causing me to gag and sputter as his load pumped into my defenseless mouth. 

Gasping for air and trying to swallow at the same time, I felt a surge as Chad's sperm began to unload, emptying what seemed like a gallon of his semen into my mouth. I remembered his dramatic release as I removed my coated fingers from my swollen cunt. 

My face now pouring with sweat, I eased myself into a sitting position in the bathtub. Closing my eyes, I recalled Chad's reaction after his climax.

Removing his cock from my mouth, Chad knelt down in front of me. I was trying to gather myself, saliva and cum dripping off my chin.

"Baby, are you okay?" Chad said, smoothing my hair. "I am so sorry if I hurt you." Taking the corner of his sweatshirt in hand, he gently helped me clean off my face. "Missy, God, that was....incredible. I've never been that out of control before. You just about drove me insane."

I smiled and reassured Chad that I was fine. "That was really hot...how intense you got. And for the record, I was trying to push you over the edge," I confessed. 

"Well it worked!" Chad exclaimed, still simultaneously caressing my hair and patting my face with the soft cotton material. "But If I hurt you, Missy, I swear to God I'll never forgive myself." 

"Yeah, you hurt me, Chad." I smiled, giving him my most innocent grin. "Can you do that again sometime?" 

With that, Chad grabbed me, tickling my sides, as he began to kiss a trail from my ear to my neck. With a playful swat on my ass, he lifted me up on his lap. "Like it rough, do ya, baby?" He teased, nibbling on my ear. "How about round three? Maybe I can figure out what other naughty things my baby likes."

"Chad, you're going to wear me out!" I giggled, chills running down my spine.

"Oh I intend to, Missy. I intend to." Chad assured me as he pulled me toward him once more.

Fucking My Favorite Cousin Ch. 03



****In this installment, which may be the last in the "Favorite Cousin" story, I am going to write alternate endings. I will leave it up to the reader to chose which ending they want to follow. Or, if you're feeling so inclined, follow both endings to see where they end up.**** 

*

The bath water was lukewarm by the time I pulled myself away from my daydreaming and into reality. After drying off with a bath sheet, I made my way into the bedroom to start getting dressed. 

"I've got to focus," I thought. Dwelling on my evening with Chad, my cousin, had provided me with a thrilling walk down memory lane. I'd only needed to hear his voice on the phone, and my body was aching for him all over again. But it was date night with my husband, and he had it all worked out for us to spend much needed time together. He'd arranged for his mom to watch the kids, and I had to get Chad out of my mind long enough to get dressed and ready to go.

All was quiet in the house, so I assumed Bill had lingered at his mom's house, catching up on things with her. Our lives were often so busy that Sandy took a backseat many weeks. Bill tried to take a few extra minutes here and there to spend time chatting with her.

I found the half used bottle of my favorite lotion, shook it down and squirted a generous portion on my freshly bathed thighs. Rubbing it vigorously over my knees and down toward my calves, I breathed in its delicate fragrance. This scent was also Bill's favorite. He had often told me that whenever I wear it, he thinks of our first date. Knowing that, I decided to try to make this night special for him. Bill was my first love, my first lover, the father of my children and my husband. 

"Your loyalty is to Bill," I reminded myself. I wanted him to know I still appreciated him. I still found Bill attractive, and in general, he was a good husband. After twelve years of married life, our passion wasn't at an all time high, but we we still shared a deep bond that time hadn't eroded. 

As I surveyed my outfit selection for the evening, I realized it looked more like something I'd wear to a parent-teacher conference than on a date night. Hanging it back up in the closet, I opted instead for a mint green camisole, clingy mid-thigh length skirt and a pair of my favorite open-toe heels. I found the beaded glass necklace that my best friend had brought back from a trip to Italy. The flecks of green and white inside the glass made a perfect accent for the evening's attire. 

Before I dressed, I stood in front of the mirror and carefully blow-dried my thick, shoulder length hair. Turning off the dryer, I rolled my hair into a single french twist, securing it in the back with a large hair clip. A few wayward tendrils made their way out of the clip, cascading down on to my shoulders. The look was a natural one, neither too formal or excessively casual. Satisfied, I applied just a hint of lip gloss, highlighted my cheeks and eyelids with a dusting of blush, concluding my hair and makeup preparation.

As I began to dress, I decided to be a little daring, opting to omit both bra and panties. Instead, I slipped on a pair of crotchless pantyhose, a spontaneous purchase at a friends' "spice it up" party earlier in the year. Having never worn them before, the feeling was exhilarating, but I felt a tad self conscious at the same time. I looked in the mirror, fully dressed, and assessed the completed look. 

I wasn't sure if I could get away with the bra-less look. My breasts, firm as they were, seemed a touch too conspicuous without the extra support. The camisole appeared almost completely see through; even the darker pigmentation surrounding my nipples was detectable through the sheer material. On an impulse, I grabbed a light weight black blazer out of the closet and slipped in on. My cleavage was still well defined, but I didn't feel quite as naked with the extra garment.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I hoped Bill would be pleased with what he saw. In some small way, I felt like if I could make love to Bill...giving him the best of myself, I might be able to feel a little less guilty about the affair I was carrying on with Chad.

******This is alternate ending #1. Chose this ending if you want to see Bill and Missy's reconciliation and their married life take a spicy turn. If you'd rather see Chad and Missy's sexy reunion, skip down to alternate ending #2.******

Affair. The word echoed in my head and heart as I left the bedroom. When I walked into the living room, I was shocked to see Bill sitting on the couch. No lights were on, and with dusk quickly approaching, the whole room was dim.

Immediately, my blood rushed to my head. Something was wrong. Bill had come home and hadn't let me know he was back. He held something in his hand, something small and square. 

Frozen, I waited for Bill to speak. When he said nothing, I walked a few steps toward him.

"Bill?" 

"Melissa." Bill's tone was flat, without emotion. Still staring at the box in his hand, my husband didn't look up.

"Hon? Are you okay?" I ventured. 

"I don't know what to say, Melissa." Bill sighed.

"What's going on?" I whispered, beginning to fear the worst.

"Why don't you tell me what's going on? I think I'm the one who needs to know." Bill's voice, though he spoke in low tones, was strained and angry as he replied.

"Bill, what are you talking about?" I felt panicky; I could feel anxiety welling up in my body, causing me feel suddenly faint.

"I'm talking about this, Melissa." Bill answered, his voice still monotone. He set the box down on the coffee table. "I'm talking about this message." 

Blinking, trying to get my eyes to adjust in the ever increasing darkness, I finally made out the buttons on the answering machine. 

"Message?" I was still baffled, unsure where my husband was going with the conversation. Fidgeting with my necklace, I shifted my weight nervously from foot to foot.

"Not even good old standby Bill makes you feel like he does, huh? The passion isn't the same, isn't that right?"

Feeling nauseated, I realized: When I picked Chad's call in the bedroom, my conversation was still being recorded on the answering machine. But how much of it did he hear? Did I say Chad's name? Did Bill have details? A thousand questions bombarded my brain. As each second ticked by, I felt dizzier and more panic stricken.

My mouth dry, my body immobilized in fear, I said nothing. Bill began to tap his fingers on the coffee table. I could see that he was trying to decide what to do next. Finally, I sat down on the chair closest to me and awaited my husband's next move. Would he take the kids and leave? Would he ask me to leave? Where would I go? What would the kids think? Would he tell them what I did?

"So you have nothing to say, Melissa?" Bill said, looking at me across the darkened room. Part of me was relieved that I couldn't see his face completely. 

"I'm sorry, Bill." I managed. 

"Sorry? That's it? You're sorry?" Bill's voice raised an octave higher. "Sorry..... Just sorry. That's rich. You fuck someone else, and he has the nerve to call you here at home to reminisce about it and you're sorry."

By now the tension in my body pushed my emotions beyond my ability to restrain them, and I could feel hot tears begin to trickle down my cheeks.

"Who is he, Melissa? Someone I know?" 

Tears coursing down my face, I felt a small amount of relief, realizing that Bill was not aware that Chad was the man calling me. I had to ensure that no matter what, he never figured it out. 

When I didn't answer his inquiry, Bill's interrogation grew louder.

"Who is he Melissa?!!" Bill shouted.

"Bill, you don't know him." I lied. "I met him online."

"Oh, okay, Melissa. Someone you met on-line. That's just great. How long have you been seeing him? Do you even know anything about him?"

"This was the first time we....." I began, until Bill cut me off.

"The first time you fucked? Is that what you're trying to say, Melissa? It's the first time you fucked him?"

I nodded, knowing at least that part of what I was saying was true.

"Did you make him use protection, Melissa?" Bill demanded.

Lying again, I nodded an affirmation. Feeling my energy drain, I put my head in my hands. Should I stay and answer Bill's questions, or should I leave before Bill's anger grew out of control? I felt like a trapped animal, not knowing how to escape the circumstances I found myself in.

"Is he...was he....." Bill sputtered. Then he shook his head. "No. No, I don't want to know. I just don't want to know." He said, as much to himself as to me.

Bill grew suddenly silent. I waited, afraid to move and afraid not to. I didn't trust my legs to hold me, so I remained still.

"Melissa, have things gotten this bad between us that you have to look to someone else? Haven't I always tried to make you happy? Didn't you know you could come to me if you weren't happy?" 

I could tell by Bill's tone that he was fighting tears. In all of our married life, I'd seen Bill cry maybe twice. Knowing that I had hurt him, brought him to this point, my tears began to flow anew. I sat, sobbing, covering my face with my hands, unable to give him the answers he needed.

The floor squeaked, and suddenly, Bill was standing over me. Putting his hands on my shoulders, Bill pulled me to my feet. 

"Melissa, look at me." Bill implored. "Look at me." 

"I never thought I'd ever have to go here with you, Melissa." Bill said, looking into my eyes. "I never had one doubt about you." 

I lowered my head, and Bill lifted it back with a firm hand on my chin.

"Melissa, you've always been my beautiful angel. Sweet, innocent, sexy. I know other men have wanted you over the years. But I always thought you were mine. You belonged to me. Since the night you gave me your virginity, I thought I possessed you. I never had to worry about you. That's what I thought."

Walking to the middle of the room, Bill turned on a light. My eyes burned with the sudden transition. 

"Melissa, come here. Sit down with me." Bill urged, motioning to the seat beside him on the couch.

Hesitating, I rose, moving to the place on the couch that Bill indicated. 

Bill looked at me intensely. I could tell he had something important to say, and in his own way, he felt pity for me. Knowing that, I relaxed just a bit, prepared to hear Bill's words.

"I believe you when you say this is the first time this has happened, Melissa. I can read you like a book. You haven't been yourself lately. And you aren't a very good liar, Lissa." 

With each word Bill spoke, my breathing slowed, returning to an almost normal rhythm. 

"I know you. I know you better than you think. If you're down, I can sense it. I know the difference between your happy smile and that smile you give when you're having a terrible day and want me to think you're okay. We've been married too long for you to fool me, Lissa."

Wondering where the conversation was headed, I listened carefully to Bill, trying to read his expression.

"In a way, though, Lissa, I've looked at you more like a....I don't know...like something I owned rather than a wife. I always thought you'd be here. No matter what happened."

I nodded, assuring Bill I understood what he was saying, but inwardly, I was puzzled. Where was his anger now? Where was the hostility that was mounting just moments before?....Anger and hostility that I knew I deserved.

"Melissa, I am hurt. I am angry. But if I sat here and made you feel alone in this, I'd be a hypocrite. I can't do that to you, not after all these years."

Now I was totally confused, and unsure of both the direction of our relationship, and the nature of the talk at hand.

Sighing, Bill ran his fingers through his salt and pepper grey hair. As if uncertain how to continue, he paused. 

"Lissa, do you remember how sick you were when you were pregnant with John?" 

John, our oldest, now eleven, was healthy, vibrant and full of life. But at the time, the pregnancy had taken a toll on my health and vitality. Though I was young, I had developed a myriad of problems that caused my doctor to put me on bed rest for the last three months of my pregnancy. 

Depressed, I turned inward, spending a lot of time sleeping or watching t.v. to cope. Bill's mother, Sandy, was a saint during the whole ordeal, taking care of the house and cooking while I was off my feet. Bill worked long hours to recoup the income I lost while on leave. My maternity benefits covered only six weeks of paid time off, so Bill took a second job to supplement our income.

By the time John was born, Bill and I were practically strangers. Bill had moved into a downstairs bedroom, and I had all but shut him out emotionally.

I knew Bill loved John, but at that time, I wasn't sure about how he felt about me. Deciding it was post partum depression, I dismissed my doubts and threw myself into parenting our newborn son. Gradually, I began to get back to my old routines. I started walking with a friend, who also had a new baby. 

Pushing the strollers around the local park day after day, I felt my self confidence return. I shed my pregnancy weight, and within a few months, I was back to feeling energized. 

Once I returned to work, I was able to connect with people again. I reached out to Bill, to let him know I missed his companionship.

It didn't happen overnight, but by the time John was six months old, Bill had moved back in to our bedroom. I felt sexy again, and Bill seemed to respond accordingly. Happy to have my husband in my arms once more, we could barely keep our hands off of each other. It was like we were newlyweds again.

I remembered it all, even the hazy days that ran together because of my depression. I remembered the loneliness, the feeling of uselessness, the isolation. I remembered the joy at finding myself...and Bill...again.

Smiling slightly, I assured Bill that I remembered.

"Do you remember how distant we were....how I moved out of our room...and how we didn't even talk at all?"

I nodded.

"Lissa, I've been holding this all of these years, and I think this whole situation forces me to tell you what happened. It's only fair. I would have told you then, but I was so afraid of losing you and John. As down as you were I didn't want to add to your pain. And then when you got better, I didn't want to tell you then, either. I felt like you might lose the ground you worked so hard to gain."

Suddenly, I understood. Bill was trying to tell me that he, too, had strayed from our vows. It made sense. The whole thing made perfect sense. 

"Bill, you...you had.... someone else in your life?"

Bill shook his head "yes."

"Was it a one time...thing... A one night stand?" I ventured.

Bill took my hand. "No, Lissa. It was a few months. I met her at work...my job at the club. I don't know why I let it happen. She didn't even compare to you. She wasn't pretty or especially smart or even as funny as you. But she was there, and she paid attention to me."

"She was married, too. A couple years older than me. I don't know, I guess I just felt ...alone. I knew I was being a jerk, but I wasn't happy at home...I couldn't talk to you...you were dealing with enough. It just happened. I've never been able to forgive myself all these years. I tried to forget, but I always felt like I was carrying around a huge burden." 

Bill looked at me, a look of relief on his face. "I was so angry when I got home and heard this message," he said, gesturing to the answering machine. "I couldn't believe that you...my wife...my woman could do this to me. I could never imagine you in another man's arms." 

Bill looked down at his feet and then fidgeted. "I thought I could just walk out and leave you... leave you and the kids and make you figure out how to deal with everything alone." With a sigh, Bill continued. "But then I remembered you there...lying in bed, your feet swollen, my child in your belly...and there you were ..while I carried on with another woman. You stayed in that bed, fighting for the life of our son, and I couldn't even fight for you when you needed me the most."

Suddenly, tears sprung forth from Bill's eyes, and he reached out for me. "Lissa, I don't know who this guy is and I don't want to know. I know he made you feel something that I haven't made you feel in a long time. I know that you're a good woman, Lissa. I know your heart. I know something about him made you turn to him instead of me; that he offered you something I wasn't giving you here at home. I just want us to be honest with each other again. I want us to be close again...like we were before the kids and the stress and the bills. I know it's going to be hard, but I think it's time I started showing you what kind of man I am."

Hearing Bill's words, I leaned in to him, pressing my face against his cheek. I felt his tears on my already tear-dampened skin. Urgently, Bill reached out for me, pulling me closer, enveloping me in his arms.

"I am so sorry, Bill." I murmured into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry too, Lissa." 

We sat there for a while, not in a hurry to say anything more or break our connection. As we held one another, we healed. Forgiveness flowed. A once forgotten flame began to re-ignite, unseen; though both of us were unaware of its subtle presence.

Bill was the first to move, as he began to pepper my forehead with light, almost wispy kisses. At first, my body did not respond, only my heart, as he demonstrated his affection in this yet small way. My mind struggled to keep up with all the new information we had shared. I was amazed at what had transpired, so much making sense that once had me baffled.

I appreciated Bill even more for revealing his past indiscretion, at a time when he could have focused on making me pay for mine. His wounds were fresh, yet he chose to sacrifice his right to lash out at me for reconciliation instead. The truth renewed us, and soon I lifted my head to look at Bill.

"Kiss me, Bill." I urged him. 

Bill complied, and in this kiss there was more life than had ever existed in our marriage. Bill's rough, work calloused hands cupped my face, his thumbs circling my cheekbones, tracing a pattern where my tears had so recently fallen. Then he leaned in to me, putting his entire self into the kiss, reclaiming my lips for himself. Opening his mouth ever so slightly, he tilted his head to the side, allowing the heat of his being to breathe life into me again.

As the kiss continued, our momentum expanded, cultivating something that neither of us could have imagined. 

Maddened by the barriers between us, Bill unexpectedly removed my blazer, then followed it with my camisole, as if the garments were intrusive to our immediate connection.

Astonished, Bill considered my bra-less form momentarily. 

"I guess this means you still wanted me. Trying to seduce me on date night, were you?" Bill grinned. 

I blushed, and Bill had my answer.

"God, you're hot, Lissa." Bill sighed. "I've taken you for granted."

"Shhh" I murmured, as I pressed a finger against my husband's lips. "Let's forget the regrets right now. Make me forget."

With a low groan, Bill slid me off the couch and on to the living room rug. Kicking backward, Bill shoved the coffee table away from us with one leg. The answering machine fell to the floor, forgotten. With force uncharacteristic of him, Bill straddled me, pinning my arms to the floor. Bill leaned forward, his mouth finding my breasts. At his mercy, I felt a sudden rush of fear and pleasure. 

Bill held my arms with his left hand, and with his right hand he seized one of my naked breasts. He began to nip and tug on my nipple, causing my senses to erupt with both pain and delight. 

"Oh God, Bill." I mouthed, not quite able to get the words to emerge.




Fucking My Favorite Cousin Ch. 03



Seeing my reaction, Bill began to use his teeth more aggressively, sharply bringing my both of my nipples to attention.

I began to writhe on the floor, my juices beginning to flow from my crotchless undergarment. Bill's hips held me securely in place, until he released his grip on my hands, moving off of me. Shoving my skirt above my hips, Bill was again taken aback by my brazen choice of attire.

"Whoa...." Bill's voice trailed off. With a swift motion, Bill spread my legs roughly, and practically shoved his face between them. No hesitation in his manner, Bill began to lap at me impatiently, tongue darting and diving; fingers holding my hips in place while he buried himself in my hot pussy. When the hose seemed to hinder him, he impetuously ripped them wider, allowing himself ample access to my anxious cunt.

"Oh Bill...." I rasped, trying to gather my wits. "Oh my......God, Bill! Fuck!! Fuck yes! Oh Bill, fuck yes!" 

My husband, a man unleashed, lashed and licked me until I thought my senses were on overload. Unable to contain myself, I spread my legs wider, feeling my climax building. Like a dam breaking, my juices burst forth, filling Bill's hungry mouth with my flavor.

Having no time to regroup, I watched as my husband continued to amaze me. My pussy juice still on his tongue, Bill lifted my thighs and shoved his hot tongue deeply into my ass. 

"Bill!" I shrieked, completely stunned by his boldness. With his tongue in my ass, Bill began to rotate it slowly around and around, a sensation my virgin hole was previously unaccustomed to. My breath came in short bursts, my brain feeling things my body didn't know existed. Deeper and deeper his tongue probed, as my hips lifted to meet him. 

Bill's saliva began to run from the crack of my ass, down his face and onto my thighs. 

"Damn it, Bill!" I groaned, "that is so fucking hot!" 

Just as I thought I couldn't be any more amazed, Bill's fingers found their way to my pussy. Plunging his tongue deeper and faster in my anus, Bill shoved first one finger, then two, into my already ravaged cunt. Over and over, Bill's tongue probed me, while his fingers invaded my swollen sex. The dual sensation his attention provided me soon had me panting and thrusting my way to another earth shattering orgasm.

Spent, my legs dropped to the floor as Bill removed his himself from between my thighs. By the look on Bill's face, I knew he wasn't done with me. Kneeling, Bill proceeded to flip me on my stomach. Yanking me by my hips, he pulled me on to my knees. 

Without removing them completely, Bill jerked open his pants, pushed his briefs down and removed his hard penis. 

Positioning his hard cock at my pussy lips, he began to rub the head of his tool around and around my opening. 

I tried to press my ass against him, eager for him to enter me, but he teased all the more. Pushing his hips forward, he paused at my entrance, then pulled back again. 

"Bill!" I yelped, "Just do it! Don't tease me!"

Laughing, Bill played on my need. "Patience is a virtue, babe. Beg me. Tell me what you want."

"Bill, please!" I cried out, my need real. "Please! Do it!"

"Do what, Lissa?" he implored, holding his bulbous cock head still. "Say it. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck me, Bill! You know what I want! Fuck me!"

"Are you sure? Is that what you really want? I'm not so convinced. I need a little more encouraging."

"Damn it, Bill! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" I squirmed and rotated my hips, trying to force Bill into me, to no avail. 

"Oh you hot little woman..." Bill pulled my hips just an inch closer to him, his cock now firmly resting on my moist skin. By now, Bill's pants and underwear were hanging wildly off of one leg, and he swiftly kicked them off in a corner. "I guess I'm going to have to fuck you, Lissa." Bill announced, adjusting himself again. "If you insist."

With a massive thrust, Bill rammed his cock fully into me, filling me up. My body received him willingly, his saliva and my wetness preparing the way. Grunting, Bill pulled out all the way, and speared me again, sending me lurching forward, knees burning on the rug beneath them. 

"Is this what you want, Lissa?" Bill asked. "Do you to get fucked hard?"

"Oh yes, pleeeasse," I moaned, waiting for the next mind numbing onslaught. 

Not disappointing me, Bill put one hand around my waist and the other he used to lift me to him.

No longer willing to hold back, Bill's aggression won over. It was all I could do to keep from buckling under the pressure of his thrusts. My heavy breasts bounced and swayed with each push. Banging me with every ounce of his energy, Bill took complete control. His tool stabbed deep into my womb over and over again, until I felt sure my collapse was imminent.

The events that transpired were unlike any that had ever been in our relationship. In all those years of living with Bill, I didn't know he could fuck with such abandon. Yielding to his invasion, I gave myself fully to him...my husband and new found lover.

Sensations overwhelming him, Bill's cock began to spurt, and as it did, Bill pulled his cock out of my soaking wet pussy, spraying his hot seed on my ass. His cum mingled with mine, our fluids joining together, dripping a path down my weary legs.

Spent, I flopped on to the rug, emotionally and physically exhausted. Bill soon joined me on the floor, sweat dripping from his brow. Side by side, we stared at one another, our clothes rumpled, half dressed, and completely satisfied.

Bill casually brushed back the wayward hair from my eyes, a serious expression overtaking his handsome features. 

"I could get used to this, Lissa." he began, "This can last...this passion. Tell me you believe that."

I nodded my assurance. "I know it can, Bill. We have to try."

"Lissa, this isn't going to be easy. Change never is. But I think you're worth it."

"We're worth it, Bill. And not just for the family. For us."

When we embraced again, we both realized that the road ahead would have some painful trials. There would be things to work through. Emotions would run high. But we also knew that we had come too far to turn back. The spark had been re lit, and the flame was flickering again. Neither one of us wanted to see it go out. The only thing to do was fan the flame with our hearts, our souls, and our bodies. So that's exactly what we did.

********This is alternate ending #2. Chose this ending if you want to see Chad and Missy's reunion become even hotter than their first encounter.*************

When I exited the bedroom, the house was still quiet, no sign of Bill. Sighing, I walked over to the answering machine, which I noticed was blinking "2". Curious, I pushed "play," and waited for the first message to start. As soon as I did so, I was immediately thankful Bill hadn't arrived yet. The first message was Chad's muffled voice, asking if I was alone. On and on the message played. I felt dizzy, sickened to think how Bill might have reacted if he had played the message instead of me. 

Without letting the message finish, I pressed "delete," and tried to get my heart to beat normally. My pulse was racing and I could feel the loud thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. 

"Okay, Missy, stop it." I told myself. "You caught it in time. Bill doesn't know. It's fine."

The digital voice informed me that the message was successfully deleted. The new message began to play.

"Lissa? This is Bill. You are not going to believe this. I was still talking to Mom and Rick from work paged me. I guess someone broke in to the office and ransacked it. They're not sure what's missing and what's not. I've got the insurance stuff in my desk drawer, and you guessed it, I'm the only one with a key. 

Look, this is going to take a while. I've got the drive there, then police reports to fill out and who knows what else? They're pretty sure some of the computer equipment is gone. I hate to do this to you, because I'm sure you're already dressed and waiting. 

Why not see if Barb and Jen are free tonight? The kids are with Mom and you've got some time on your hands." 

Bill paused, trying to hurry before the time elapsed on the message, cutting him off. "Sweetheart, I'll make this up to you, I promise. I'm as disappointed as you are, but I will be home as soon as I can. Probably no later than eight. If you want, I'll pick up some dessert on the way home and we can watch a video or something. Your choice." 

I could hear a horn honk in the background, indicating that Bill was already on his way to the city. "Love ya, Liss. See you in a few." The machine flashed "0" and announced, "end of new messages." 

I sat down on the couch, pondering my next move. Like Bill suggested, I could certainly dial up any one of my friends and suggest a last minute girls' night out. As busy as we all had been, free evenings were scarce for each of the ladies in my circle of friends. It would be nice to get out of my routine, hang out, laugh and catch up on current events. 

Then I looked down, suddenly remembering my sexy choice of attire. Almost instantly, my mood took a sensuous turn. 

"Why change? Chad would certainly appreciate this hot outfit." I thought to myself. Thinking of my cousin, dampness began to form between my warm folds. 

Without allowing myself time to second guess my decision, I quickly dialed Chad's number.

After three rings, Chad answered. "Missy?" Chad answered, sounding hopeful. 

"Ever try saying 'hello' when someone calls?" I smiled. "Caller ID isn't fool proof. I could have been Bill calling." I joked.

"Yeah sure. I can remember every one of the times Bill called me and we talked way into the wee hours of the night." Chad said sarcastically. "I know, I know, he's a busy man."

"He is." I ventured. "Even too busy to spend an evening with his wife. And it was supposed to be date night."

"You're kidding!" Chad's voice did not conceal his enthusiasm. "So does this mean you're alone after all?"

"Yep." I answered. "No kids, no husband, all dressed up and no place to go." I could feel my pussy already tingling in anticipation.

"Well, sexy cousin of mine, why don't you join me at my apartment? I can think of some places to take you. And some new ways to take you if you're willing."

I laughed at Chad's boldness.

"Okay, you're on. Be there in five." 

"Can't wait, " I heard Chad say as I hung up the phone. On impulse, I tossed off my blazer, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. 

The drive to Chad's seemed unmercifully long. I managed to get behind a tractor, and when I finally passed it, both lights between my house and Chad's apartment turned red as I approached. Tapping my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, I resisted running both lights and mowing down anyone else who got in my way. 

Finally, I pulled up in the parking lot, aggravated, but ready to make the world go away for a few hours.

At the main door, I pressed the bell, announcing my arrival and waited for Chad to buzz me in. Within seconds, the door unlatched, and I was heading down the hallway to Chad's place.

I started to knock, but the door flew open before I had a chance, and Chad practically yanked me inside. 

"What took you so long?" Chad kidded, "That had to be at least seven minutes! I almost had a stroke." 

"I got behind a..." I began, but Chad cut off my words before they could form a sentence. With no hesitation, Chad pressed me up against the door, his thick body trapping mine. He put one hand on each side of my head, locking me in place. 

"God Missy, it seems like a year since I touched you. You look so fucking sexy, I'm sorry...it should be a crime..."

I giggled. "I think what we're doing is actually a...."

Yet again, Chad interrupted my words, but this time he did so by crushing his mouth against mine. Sliding his hands down the wall, he took my face in his hands, kissing me with a ferocity that thrilled me.

Breaking away, Chad apologized. "Sorry, babe. But I couldn't help it. I've just missed you way too much." 

Backing away from me, he gestured to the room that doubled as both dining room and living room. "Here, come in. Sit down. I want to talk for a minute. See how you are, what's happening with you. I didn't mean to molest you the minute you stepped foot in the door."

My skeptical glance gave my thoughts away. 

Chad looked sheepish. "Okay, okay, I did want to molest you the minute you stepped in the door. But I'll try to restrain myself for a few minutes, all right?" 

I laughed, looking around.

"So this is your bachelor pad, huh?" I said, observing the surprisingly tasteful furnishings. 

The couch featured a cozy blue and green pattern, which matched the valance perfectly. There was a framed print on one wall, with a lighthouse scene, next to a curio cabinet in the corner. Large iridescent shells lined the shelves inside the glass. A single light above the top shelf created an appealing glow, accenting the various hues in the shells.

"I kind of expected a little more...rustic look for you." I noted.

Chad rolled his eyes. "My ex. She insisted on helping me decorate. Actually, I don't decorate at all. That's why I haven't changed anything. She might be gone, but her feminine touch remains." 

I glanced around the room one more time. "She did a good job. It's not really all that girly." I decided. "Just tasteful."

"Thanks. I'll be sure to tell her that next time she drops by." 

"Well, if you're expecting company, perhaps I should go..." I said, feigning jealousy. I inched toward the door, acting as if I planned to leave.

"Oh no you don't," Chad insisted, blocking the door with his body. "You aren't going anywhere, young lady."

"Oh, now we're going to add holding a hostage to your list of crimes?" I said, feeling our flirtation grow. 

"The only crime I'd be committing is letting you walk out of here today without doing this," Chad announced, pulling me to him again, this time embracing me warmly. 

"Mmmm. You smell good, Chad."

Chad's hair was a little damp, obviously freshly shampooed. His short sleeve, button up shirt was left open just at the top, his tan muscle-bound chest just barely visible. I could detect a hint of after shave as our hug continued. 

"Did you get all spiffied up just for me?" I murmured into him.

"Yes ma'am" Chad confessed. "I know that I smelled like beer and salsa before, but you'll just have to use your imagination this time."

Tempting him, I began to place small kisses on Chad's neck. "Imagination is good. I like imagination."

"You do, huh?" Chad shivered, responding to my display of affection. "That's nice to know. Because I've been imagining what I want to do to you for a week now."

"Is that so?" I teased, purposely pushing my breasts against his chest as I continued to press little kisses into his open collar.

"Oh yeah," Chad reiterated, "I was crazy with desire thinking about how I could get my hands on this beautiful body of yours again. I had to jack off every day to keep from coming over to your house and kidnapping you right out from under Bill's nose."

"Oh really?" I inquired, becoming increasingly horny just thinking about Chad stroking his hard on while he thought about me. "That's a shame, because just this afternoon I had to finger myself after we talked. Right there in the bath tub. But it just wasn't the same as feeling this thick cock of yours inside of me...." with that, I gave the bulge in his jeans a little squeeze, becoming more impatient every second. I wasn't sure just how much longer I could keep from dropping the niceties and simply attack the man right in his own home. "Let's see....incest, kidnapping, taking a hostage....that's a pretty long list of crimes you're accumulating." I continued, grazing Chad's jaw with my teeth.

"Oh, I'll take a hostage all right!" Chad exclaimed, swiveling me around so that my back was again against the door and he was in control. "I'll take her right now!"

The teasing came to a swift end at that moment. Chad easily slipped my camisole over my head and on to the floor. I shivered with excitement as Chad continued by roughly pulling off my skirt and kicking it to the side. 

"Holy shit!" Chad exclaimed as I stood there, clad only in crotchless hose and my sexiest heels. "Damn, girl, you incredible!" Chad practically gawked. "I...I..." Chad stammered, speechless.

I played on Chad's desire, spreading my legs slightly, and smoothing my hands down my hips, over my belly, and up to my breasts. Lifting them both, I leaned forward in a mock pose. "Take a picture, lover. It'll last longer." I smiled, doing my best to drive Chad to the brink of madness.

Chad stared for a few seconds longer, then his expression changed. Out of the blue, he exclaimed, "That is the best idea you've had yet!" With that, he turned away from me and left the room.

Now it was my turn to gawk. I couldn't believe he left me standing there, practically nude, giving him my best "come fuck me look" and didn't even touch me! 

"What are you doing?" I yelled behind him. 

"Give me a second, gorgeous!" came his reply from the other room. True to his word, he reemerged just seconds later, holding in his hand a camera. Not just any camera, but a digital camcorder.

"Whoa, mister! What do you think you're going to do with that?" I demanded.

"You said take a picture...I'm just doing as I'm told. I'm a good listener." Chad informed me, taking the lens cap off. Clearly my protests meant nothing to him.

"So now you're documenting your crimes, huh?" I said, suddenly a little self-conscious. I folded my arms, concealing my bare breasts, not sure if the idea of filming our actions was such a good idea.

"Hey, what better thing to do on those long, lonely nights away from you than watch us fuck over and over again?" came Chad's defense. Already he had the camera on, pointed and ready to film. Finding a strategic spot, he set up the tripod, made sure it was in place, then stepped in front of it. "See?" he smirked, "I'll even do a strip tease in front of the camera if it'll make you feel any better."

Prompting me to share a reluctant smile, Chad made good on his promise. As I watched, he began to sway slightly. "Music!" he thought aloud, and grabbed a remote from the end table closest to him. He pointed at the stereo, and on came a sexy Latin beat.

"Did you have this whole thing planned?" I demanded, as Chad continued his dance, this time with a beat to keep time to.

"Maybe." Chad muttered as he continued his dance. He unbuttoned the last button on his shirt, moving from bottom to top with deft movement. 

Staring, arms still folded, I couldn't help but admire Chad's talent and always impressive body. Short but thick, his body clearly took work to maintain. I almost felt like drooling as his shirt dropped to the floor and he began to unbuckle his belt. Soon he was clad only in his boxers, which to my amusement, were covered in huge hearts.

"Cute!" I offered, relaxing. I felt the tension begin to dissipate and unfolded my arms, reaching out to touch Chad's massive chest.

"Not so fast, young lady." Chad smirked. "We have a policy in this joint about touching the dancers."

"Oh really?" I huffed, "What exactly is your policy?"

"Only touch them after they're completely naked." Chad informed me. "And this one still has his boxers on, as you can plainly see." 

Lunging forward, I snagged the elastic waistband on his novel looking shorts, and managed to get them down just an inch or so. 

"Security! I'm being attacked!" yelled Chad, laughing.

Giggling, I grabbed his arms and pulled him to me, finally backing up all the way to the door. No longer in the mood to play, I curled my leg up around Chad's waist and with my heel I pulled down the undergarment that kept his manhood concealed. 




Fucking My Favorite Cousin Ch. 03



"You bad gir....." Chad began, but this time I was the aggressor, cutting him off in mid sentence. I forced my lips upon his, tongue slithering out immediately, wanting nothing more than to taste his delicious mouth on mine. 

Around and around our tongues battled, and Chad's already engorged cock grew larger still. My hands wanted to touch every inch of his hard body......his dance reminding me of his overt masculinity. 

Our fire roaring again, Chad bent down and slid me up the door like a weightless rag doll. With one leg steadying me and his hands gripping my ass, he lowered me on to his glistening cock head. With powerful control, he carefully positioned me until his meat was buried deep inside me. 

There, against the door, with my breasts just inches from his face, my cousin began to fuck me with unparalleled strength. Up and down he lifted me, using the door for support. Each movement was beautiful, breathtaking and sensual. Not wanting to miss a moment, I steadied my gaze on Chad. His eyes never left mine, a look of complete contentment on his face. This ride was more than fucking alone; it was two souls joining through their mutual pleasure.

Arching my back, I could feel my climax building. Chad, so in tune to me, seemed to sense it. Pulling me close to him, he eased me down from the wall on to the floor. There he reentered me, his biceps supporting his weight and he gently stroked in and out of my willing hole. There in the doorway we consummated our lust once more, spurred on by forces so carnal that only we understood their urgency.

With my lover moving inside of me, I wrapped my hose covered legs around his waist. There, like a perfectly choreographed ending to a sumptuous waltz, Chad and I succumbed to our passion. My heavy breasts bounced in rhythm with each stroke. The beads of my necklace danced along as if they were elegant puppets on a delicate string. Every nerve in my body became involved, the perfect union of exertion and relaxation. Unable to withstand any more, my body surrendered just as Chad's hot seed poured in to me like a river unleashed.

Chad relaxed his arms, allowing his slowly deflating cock to remain in me as he covered me with his body. Devoid of tension, we remained still, not ready to break our bond or move apart.

These events were the beginning of our climactic end. As the night progressed, our bodies connected time and again, trying in vain to reduce the ache we felt for one another. No amount of logic, no remnant of reason could shake us. For a brief moment in time, we were one. We joined our bodies and fused our souls. 

Those were the hours we held on to like a perfect gift that we knew we had to return... so we cherished our treasure just as long as we possibly could. 

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