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Kissin' Cousins

By: JackandJilldo



While traveling out West a few years ago, I decided to call my aunt and uncle in Minnesota, to see if they would be home while I was in the area. If so, I would swing by to see them on my way home.

"Why yes," my Aunt Dora exclaimed, "we'll be around. Even if we have to leave for a few days, Judy will still be there."

Judy was my favorite cousin. She was the youngest child of my Uncle Dave and Aunt Dora, and even though she was a few years older than me, we had always hit it off when I came to visit.

Apparently, Judy's marriage had not worked out, and she was living back at home. I made no reference to this as I replied.

"Okay. I'm not certain exactly what my schedule is, but I will stay in touch. If worse comes to worse, I'll just have to camp out for a few days until you guys get back."

"Okay Sweetie." Aunt Dora replied. "Keep us posted."

Several days later, I called my aunt and uncle to tell them of my schedule. Aunt Dora had some bad news.

"My brother had a heart attack." she explained. "We're going to have to go down to Mankato for a few days. I'll let Judy know you're coming in though. Just come in; the door will be unlocked. You can have the extra bedroom downstairs."

"Okay." I replied. "I hope your brother is doing well."

The following evening, I arrived somewhere around 2:00 AM and tried the door. It was unlocked, so I let myself in. I found the spare bedroom on the first floor and made a few trips to the car to get my clothes and toiletries. After ten minutes or so, I had all my stuff, so I undressed to my underwear and prepared to turn in.

I decided to get a drink of water and have a smoke before I turned in, and as I removed a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen, I heard the sound of footsteps treading lightly on the stairs.

I filled the glass with water as I listened to the sound of bare feet padding cautiously across the kitchen floor. Suddenly, a pair of hands clasped over my eyes, and a sweet female voice said quietly, "Guess who?"

Obviously, it was Judy, but I decided to play her game anyway. It had been more than ten years since I'd seen her, and I hoped we were still as close as we had once been.

"Morgan Fairchild." I guessed incorrectly.

"Nope."

"Umm, Brooke Shields."

"Nope again."

"Well then," I said as I turned around, "it must be my favorite cousin, Judy."

"Right you are!" she exclaimed. "What took you so long?"

"Well," I explained, "I figured if it wasn't one of the first two, it had to be someone even hotter."

"Oh you!" Judy exclaimed, punching me lightly on the arm, "You always had a way with words."

She looked at me intently.

"What happened to your glasses?" she inquired.

"Eye surgery." I replied. 

"You got your hair cut too." she observed.

"Several years ago," I responded, "when I had the surgery. I'm a model now."

"No shit?!" Judy burst out. "I always knew there was a good-looking guy under all that hair and glasses."

She eyeballed me, and I could tell she was impressed with what she saw. I too, was greatly impressed with the flimsy nightgown my cousin was wearing. Even in the dim light, I could clearly see her nipples poking through the sheer fabric.

"Yep, it's me." I stated. 

Then, I changed the subject.

"Damn, I'd forgotten how dark it gets here at night."

"Very dark." Judy agreed.

"I'll bet you could run around the house naked, and no one would even see." I postulated.

"Probably." Judy replied. "Why don't you try it?"

"Sure." I retorted. 

"I'm serious." Judy said quite stoically. "I dare you to do it."

"I double-dog dare you to do it." I shot back.

"Yeah, well I triple-dog dare you." Judy challenged.

"Okay," I replied, "I'll do it. On one condition."

"What's that?" Judy inquired.

"You come with me." I said evilly. "We'll do it together."

"Okay." Judy agreed. "Drop your shorts."

I pulled my underwear down and put my arms around my cousin.

"Okay, now drop your nightgown." I instructed.

Judy shrugged her shoulders and the flimsy nightgown fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, and I took her by the hand.

"Let's go." I said, as I guided her out the back door.

We stepped onto the back porch, and in the pale starlight, I could barely see my cousin's nude body. I led her by the hand, around the side yard, and into the illumination of the street light by the road. As we entered the light of the mercury vapor lamp, I got a good look at my cousin's nude body.

Her tits looked great, and she had a nice brown, triangular bush. We eventually ended up in the back yard, and Judy was gushing like a school girl.

"That was so fucking hot!" she exclaimed. "Holy shit. I'm horny as hell."

"Me too." I admitted.

"Let me suck you off." Judy suggested.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. I want to taste you."

Judy's mouth engulfed my cock, and within a few seconds, I was rock hard. It didn't take long before I felt a wonderful sensation building.

"I'm gonna cum." I whispered.

"Do it." Judy instructed. "Cum in my mouth."

I groaned, as I ejaculated in my cousin's mouth.

"Did that feel good?" Judy inquired.

"Oh yes." I replied. "It was wonderful."

"Well, let's go to bed." Judy suggested. "In the morning, you can return the favor."

Kissin' Cousins



An invitation to the Dunbar Family Reunion set me thinking about an episode a long time ago. I've been around for a good many years now. I've been happily married for many years, but since my wife went through menopause she has pretty much lost her desire for sex. She still is a great cook and a pleasant companion, but she just doesn't care any more about sucking and fucking. This is frustrating for me, for I still have a pretty strong sex drive myself. I still get it up every time I see a pretty ass wiggle down the street or at the slightest erotic suggestion. Although I can still get it up pretty good, I sometimes take Viagra to keep it up longer and stronger. I find myself masturbating more and more these days. I guess I've just become a dirty old man, so I am increasingly tempted to cheat on my spouse.

Anyhow, the invitation to the Dunbar Family Reunion set me to thinking about when I was only fourteen. I'd led a pretty sheltered life I guess, and I hadn't enjoyed a woman's cunt or mouth with my penis yet, although I sure thought about it a lot, and, like now, was masturbating a lot. I had an old shoe that I had lined with a little towel soaked in lotion. I would lay on my bed and stick my rock hard, horny cock into that old shoe and fuck it till I came, which really didn't take nearly so long as it does now. The shoe-cunt even cupped and rubbed my balls gently as I pumped my cock in it. Well, one day my parents took me on a little trip to visit my dad's brother in Kansas. I had never even met them before, because we had lived a long way away from them until very recently. 

Uncle Ray and Aunt Jane, it turned out, had an 18-year old daughter named Carol. She had just finished high school and had been given a car by her parents, and we had no sooner arrived at their house than Uncle Ray suggested that Carol take me for a drive to show me around the town. I guess they knew us kids would be bored just sitting around the house while the old folks reminisced about old times.

Carol and I walked out to her car and I got in on the passenger side. As she backed out of the driveway, I looked at her and appreciated what a beautiful cousin I had. She was a blue-eyed blonde, with a fair complexion, bright eyes, and an angelic face in general. Tall and curvy, with her firm breasts making two seductive peaks on her chest, her nipples punctuated her sweater. I wondered if she had a bra on at all.

As she turned the corner at the end of the block she looked at me and smiled. I think I blushed a little, for she had such a beautiful smile and just looking at her had caused my cock to get hard and stiff. I suppose she could see the rising bulge in my trousers, for she looked down at my crotch and grinned. We were not yet two blocks from her house when she looked straight at me and said, "Wanna fuck?"

I tried to conceal my shock, not wanting to appear to be prudish or anything, so I tried to be cool and just said, "Sure."

"Good," she said brightly, "We'll go to the park." She drove into a large park that had a lot of wooded areas and parked in a secluded grove of trees. The tinted glass windows of her car gave us a little additional privacy. She immediately leaned over and gave me a warm, passionate kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth and fucking it little. I had never even been French kissed before! "Let's get in the back seat where there's more room," she said. 

So we climbed into the back seat and Carol flopped onto her back and pulled up her skirt, revealing no panties. She spread her legs apart to reveal that she was indeed a natural blonde, and chided me, "Get those trousers off and let's see what you've got there."

I quickly complied, pulling both trousers and undershorts down around my knees, allowing my stiff shaft to bounce out into the open. "Ooooh, that's what I want," Carol said as she reached out and grabbed my tool and pulled it toward her cunt. She wasted no time on foreplay. I know I must have been sort of awkward, but I was on my knees and managed to get my cock right up against her cunt, which I could tell was now all juicy. She held on to it and helped me slide it into her warm pussy as she wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass. God it felt so good, her pussy walls pressing and massaging my hot cock. I almost came right then, but she arched her back and thrust her cunt up hard over my penis so that it plunged into her all the way to the hilt and I could feel my balls press against her ass. 

"Fuck me, Donny, Fuck me good," she cried and I began to pump it in and out, even though I wasn't quite sure how I should be doing it. Apparently I did it right though, for she seemed to love it absolutely, and cried out, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Fuck me, OH YES YES." I came very quickly , but she told me to keep pumping and then she got this most beautiful look on her face and was perfectly still for a moment. I could feel her hot juices surging all over my cock and out of her pussy onto my thighs. Oh, God, was she wonderful! 

I pulled my now limp and dripping cock out of her pussy, and still at a loss for words, just said, "Thank you, Carol." 

There wasn't much more to it than that. I pulled my pants back up and we got back int the front seat and she drove me around town showing me things as if nothing had happened between us. We went back to the her house eventually and she disappeared, not even being there for dinner because, her mom said, she had a big date that evening. The next morning she came to breakfast, but didn't say much to me, looking a little sheepish and very sleepy. We left after breakfast, and I had never seen her again, although I heard things about her occasionally from other members of the family. Carol went on to college and majored in political science. She eventually became a White House intern and was probably sucking presidential cock long before Monica Lewinsky got her mouth on Bill Clinton's big pecker. I guess she was just more discreet than Monica. Later she worked for a Congressman, went to law school, and had become fairly successful, marrying a businessman of some kind. I, in the meantime, had done OK in real estate and was now about ready to retire.

I had never been to a family reunion, but now as I looked at the invitation I wondered if Carol might be there. That night I fantasied about it and masturbated myself into a nice orgasm before I went to sleep. I definitely decided to go, even though my wife could not accompany me because of a previous commitment with her lady's club that Saturday. Maybe that would be just as well.

I drove out there on Friday evening and checked into the Blue Oaks Motel. The next morning I arrived at the reunion about 11 a.m., when it was supposed to begin. I was giddy with excitement. Ironically, it was being held in the very same park where Carol and I had made out so many years ago. There was a registration table where I signed in and got my name tag. I looked around over the crowd of mostly younger people. I didn't know a soul. I really hadn't kept up much with family, especially since my parents had both died a few years before. I did see a couple of vaguely familiar faces, but no Carol. At least no one I could recognize as her. There were some nice faces and sexy asses to look at, of course, and I opened a bottle of Budweiser and sipped at it as I ogled. Nodding slightly to people I didn't know and acknowledging their similar nods, I strolled among the picnic tables toward the country music group that was setting up on a platform. It was about then that I noticed three or four women on one side of the platform, and among them was a tall blonde who I decided might just be Carol! I walked over that way cautiously. They were engrossed in conversation and didn't notice me until I was almost upon them. I smiled as I looked at the name tag perched on an a firm tit that still had plenty of character. "Carol Madison," it said, and my heart leapt, for I remembered that her husband's name had been Madison. "You're Carol Dunbar, aren't you," I said in my most debonnaire voice. 

She looked me straight in the eyes with a directness that one seldom finds in a woman. "Yes, that was my maiden name," and then, after only a second's hesitation, "And you're Donny Dunbar. My, my, you have grown up since I saw you last!

"Yes, I'm a little bigger now."

She smiled, and said, "How old were you then, anyway?" I told her, and she flashed a big smile and said, "Oh yeah, I really was robbing the cradle, wasn't I."

"I didn't mind,"I replied.

"I'll bet you didn't," she said, but then noticed the quizzical looks on the other three women's faces, so she quickly moved off the subject and went through a round of introductions. But as soon as she could she moved away from the three relatives and she and I strolled off down a path through the nearby woods just as the band struck up "You're Cheatin' Heart." 

"I guess I was a bad girl that day."

"I never told anybody. I certainly didn't think you were bad. I thought you were great, in fact. It was my first fuck, you know."

Carol giggled and said. "I thought as much. I hoped it was good for you." 

"You were wonderful. I often relived it, . . . and," I added cautiously, "I'd love to do it again." 

"I'm not as young as I used to be, Donny. My husband lost all interest in sex several years ago and I haven't had sex with a man in all that time." 

"Where's he today?" 

"He went on a fishing trip for the weekend with some of his old buddies. Won't be back until tomorrow night." 

"I'll bet you are really horny then," I ventured.

"Maybe so," she said and took my hand, giving it a seductive squeeze.

We were well out of the sight of the reunion crowd in the woods now, and we stopped and looked at each other as if we were still two kids. I put my arms around her and kissed her , tentatively at first, but then she responded and as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. We French kissed for what seemed for a long, long time. I was in the back seat of that car again. My cock had been stiff ever since I had seen her, but now it rose demandingly, pressing to get out of my pants and into her body. My hands fell to her ass and pulled her close to me, my cock throbbing against her cunt in a demand she couldn't fail to understand. Her own hands found their way to my ass cheeks and squeezed them, making her own implicit demand, but she said, "Not here. Someone might come at any moment. I pressed my cock harder against her cunt and said, "I need to fuck you again. We don't need the back seat of a car this time. We can go to my motel. Its near here."

"Yes, yes, oh yes," she said breathlessly and pushed here cunt hard against my swollen cock.

As we walked back discreetly through the reunion crowd she told me that she had not been to a Dunbar Family reunion in years either, but that she had wondered whether I might be here this year and that was why she had come. We decided to take her car, mainly because it was parked a little closer to where we were. I held the door for her as she slid into the driver's seat revealing a shapely long leg. As I walked around behind the car I slipped a Viagra into my mouth, wanting to take no chances on my performance level. I sat beside her in the car and recalled yet again my first fuck with this lovely woman. My balls were aching for her now and I could hardly wait to get her behind the closed door of the motel room and show her how much my sexual performance had improved over the intervening years.

It was a first floor room and Carol parked directly in front of the door. I opened the door for her and she stepped into the room without any hesitation. I gazed at her up and down as she stood before me with a look of both amusement and seduction on her face. She had kept herself in good shape. She was certainly a little heavier than she had been 40 years ago, but she was still very well built and easy to look at. Rather than undressing herself, she showed that she was still as aggressive as she had been then, for she reached out and pulled open my belt from its buckle and then unsnapped my pants, zipped open the fly and yanked the trousers to the floor. She did the same with my undershorts revealing my hard erection, my stiff purplish cock that was already dripping pre-cum. Here fingers caressed the shaft as she admired it with the comment. "Oh yes, Donny, you have grown over the years." 

I peeled off my shirt and was standing naked before her as she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along the veined shaft, sending electric ripples throughout my body. Her fingers cupped my balls and pinched my ass as her mouth closed over the cockhead. Her wet tongue swirled around it before she moved her mouth further down the shaft. Her head bobbed back and forth then in a fucking motion. The jism came to life in my balls in response to her sucking and caressing and I began to join her rhythm as I fucked her mouth and caressed her head. I was so hard and stiff and long, but I didn't cum so fast any more, and was able to savor this exquisite cocksucker for a long time before I could feel the cum surging up through my penis and into her mouth. She gasped at the first huge spurt that splattered over her tongue, swallowing most of it, but some of it ran back out at the corners of her mouth. She continued to suck as I throbbed more cum into her mouth until my cock started to go limp and my knees began to buckle. I reached down and lifted her up but then pushed her onto the bed. She reached out and squeezed my dripping cock as I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off her bra. Then I unbuttoned here skirt and pulled it down off her stockingless legs. She still didn't wear any panties!

She smiled up at me, arched her back, and spread her legs, making it clear that she was ready for some attention to her pussy. I closed my lips over one of her erect nipples as my hand brushed over her cunt and felt the juice oozing from between her labia. I bit her nipple gently and then the other one. Her cunt pressed upward against my hand and my fingers explored the slit, gently probing its length and depth before plunging deep into her hole. I moved up the slit to find her swollen clitoris. I kissed her tits farewell and moved down to her navel, fucking it a little with my tongue before nestling my mouth in her cunt, my tongue lapping up her juice, kissing the inside of her thighs and then finding her clit with my tongue and eagerly sucking on it and whipping it with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure, telling me not to stop, and I didn't until I felt her orgasm cumming much as it had so long ago in the backseat of her car – quietly, but profoundly. She was deathly still as she savored the excitement that my mouth had given her pussy. I was afraid she had passed out altogether, and asked her if she was OK. Her fingers found my mouth and caressed it as her lips whispered, "I'm fine."

My own cock had once more stiffened and I was excited to repeat my first fuck. I pushed her legs apart and brought my cock up to her cunt, not needing her help this time to drive it deep into her pink hole. The thrill and excitement of that first fuck roared back into my being as I pumped my cock in and out of her wet cunt with abandon, fucking her hard and fast until we both erupted together in enormous orgasms. Exhausted for the moment I fell into her arms and kissed her feverishly all over her neck and face. 

We rested a bit, but my cock stiffened and I wanted more. She wanted more, too. She rose to her knees with her head and shoulders still down on the bed, her ass up in the air. Her dripping cunt invited my cock and I mounted her doggie style and banged her deep and hard. "Yes, YES, OH GAWD YES, Donny. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, don't ever stop," she screamed. I continued to pump, long slow strokes out, and quick hard strokes in. Her whole body quivered as she came again, but I kept fucking her as she came over and over in waves before I finally exploded a new load of cum into her juicy cunt. Then she wanted me to suck her again, and I licked her clean, savoring the mixture of our love juices in her cunt.

Carol and I fucked all night, even after I could cum no more. In the morning I left for home, but not before we agreed to meet again once each year for another fuck-fest. 

I'm not sure I can wait that long.



Kissin' Cousins



It seems like it started three years ago at my uncle's funeral, although the seeds were actually sewn almost thirty years prior. I had become re-acquainted with Uncle Ted's five daughters, whom I hadn't seen since the early eighties. At the funeral we all agreed to get together every few years, a family reunion of sorts. We all camped, some of us more elaborately than others, so it seemed natural to meet at a campground for our first get-together.

The girls ranged in age from five years my senior to almost ten years younger than me. While it was nice catching up on old times with all of them, I found myself strangely attracted to Shelly, the youngest of the girls, and spent more time with her. We talked, joked, laughed and flirted until she asked me if I wanted to see the fifth wheel that she, her husband, and two girls had driven to the campground. I graciously accepted, joking that I would then give her a tour of my pop-up later.

She opened the door, stepped in, looked around quickly and held the door for me. I wasn't clear of the door for five seconds before she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck and laid a wet kiss on me. My natural reaction to a kiss is to return the favor and found my tongue in her mouth before I realized what I was doing and with whom. Breaking off the kiss I started to speak. She put a finger to my lips and said, "I've been waiting to do that since I first saw you at fifteen. I was instantly attracted to you. You were sooo mature, and you didn't totally blow me off, even if I was just a kid."

I smiled and said, "I'm flattered that you remembered! If you hadn't been so young, I might have taken things further then. But what about your husband?"

"Ronnie? He's passed out, drunk, up at the picnic pavilion. I hadn't planned on telling him, had you?"

"Well, no, I guess not." I replied, just before she jumped up into my arms again, her tongue sliding all around my teeth and tongue. She had timed it just right, my hands were in front of me and were trapped between us, mashing her small, bra-less breasts against my palms as her legs wound around my waist.

"God! You make me horny!" she panted, breaking the kiss, grinding her hips against my hardening manhood. Suspended by one arm, she pulled up her shirt, allowing my hands to touch her soft skin, topped by pebble hard nipples. My cock twitched. "And I think I make you horny, too!" she said, smiling at me as she continued to hump at the lump in my shorts. "Fuck me!"

"But, but, your married." I stammered "And we're cousins!" I was totally confused! Part of me wanted, desperately to get inside her, and part of me knew it was wrong.

Seeing my confusion, she gently whispered, "Ronnie and I haven't had sex in several years, and I'm aching to feel a cock induced orgasm." She continued to roll her hips against me. "Won't you please fulfill this poor little girl's fantasy?" she added with a coquettish grin.

Her nipples were burning holes in my palms and the heat of her pussy radiated into my pants. She began licking my ears. "Please?" she whispered.

I gave in. "How do you want it?" I asked.

"Up against the door! Right here! Right now! Kind of like Sonny and the bridesmaid in The Godfather."

I reached down cupping her as cheeks, surprised to find no panties under her skirt. "Awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?" I said smiling as my fingers caressed her damp puss lips.

"I haven't met a man yet, who will turn down good pussy." she answered unzipping my fly and pulling out my stiff penis.

Turning toward the door, I backed her against it, pressing the dusty rose head of my cock against her weeping hole. I dropped my hands and felt her swallow my cock deep into the wet, warm depths of her hungry cunt. 

"Ohhh! God! Its been so long! You feel so good inside me. " she crooned as I pushed effortlessly in and out, in and out. "Cum for your baby cousin." she added, licking my ear again.

My response was to shove harder and faster, lifting her ass and dropping it as I thrust upward into her wetness. She held on with both hands, as I assaulted her eager pussy, grunting and groaning each time I collided with her swollen clit. Finding that I was able to hold her up with one hand I pinched her nipples with the other, squeezing the hard nub, then rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Make me cum!" she ordered as she began bouncing up and down on my stiffness, babbling about how good it felt to have a cock deep inside her. Sensing her desperation I rammed into her fast and hard, hard enough to make her small pointed breasts jiggle. 

As she began to climb toward an orgasm, I let go of her ass and began rubbing her clit. "Oh fuck! Oh yes!" she moaned. Our bodies slapped together with each stroke. I felt the muscles of her cunt clasping at my cock as it sunk deep and withdrew. I thrust harder and deeper, banging against the door.

She kissed me, biting my lower lip, as her orgasm swept over her, her cunt milking my cock, trying to coax my seed from my balls. I sucked on her upper lip, grunting as I shot generous globs of sperm up inside her insatiable pussy.

Lifting her off my deflating member, I gently dropped her down into a chair. Still panting, she said, "That...was incredible! I haven't been that well fucked in years! Thank you!" Now at eye level with my cum coated penis, she leaned over and planted a kiss on the crown, licking the coating of love juice from it. I groaned and twitched as the sensation of her tongue and lips sent shivers down my spine. Looking up at me she smiled as she licked the cum from my cock and balls. "We're not done yet,are we.?"

"How could I possibly say no! You've got me by the balls." I answered.

Laughing at my joke, she stood, grabbed my reviving shaft and led me to the bedroom. "I need more cock! And by the look of it, you need more pussy." she said, "How do you want it?"

Stripping quickly, I said, "You on top, so I can suck on those delicious little nipples of yours" 

We both grunted as she settled down on me, my cock sliding easily into her generously lubricated cunt. Grabbing my hands she placed them on her tiny breasts. "Fuck me..Cous! Make me cum again." she panted as she rose and fell on my rock hard dick. 

Reluctantly removing my hands from her chest, I placed one on her ass and the other on her clit as I leaned her down, capturing her right nipple in my mouth, sucking voraciously.

"Oh God! That feels so good!" she groaned as she ground her clit against my thumb, and held my head to her breast. Establishing a rhythm, I bounced her up and down , our bodies slapping together, her wet pussy squishing and farting with each stroke. She came again, the walls of her steamy cunt clasping around my cock. Not letting up I continued to saw in and out of her freshening pussy, my honey soaked thumb still strumming on her now very sensitive clit. 

I could tell she was building quickly toward another climax. She babbled, her chest heaved, and she held my mouth captive on her engorged nipple. I, too was nearing another orgasm. It hit me first. I warned her seconds before it hit. " Yeah, cous! Fill me up!" she panted as the first of three bursts of sperm shot out of my cock, washing the walls of her womb.

I shrank quickly, slid out, and gently rolled her over onto her back. Looking down at her pretty face, I said, "I have a surprise for you."

Looking up, a question in her eyes but no words on her lips, she smiled. I leaned over and began licking the sheen of sweat that had formed between her breasts. Moving south, across her belly and down to her cum and pussy juice matted bush. Tugging gently on the hairs, I licked up the evidence of our tryst. My tongue slid into the furrow of her puffy cuntlips. I drank the combination of cums, moaning at how good it tasted. Spreading her legs, I pushed my face into her gash, sucking out gobs of sperm and pools of her sweet love juice. All the while, I was teasing her clit with my finger as I licked and sucked my way down her crack to her ass and back up again. She bucked and moaned as she reached yet another orgasm, pumping more of her sweet warmth onto my awaiting tongue.

"No more! Please!" she pleaded as she grabbed my head and pulled it up toward hers. I lay on top of her and we kissed for several minutes, swapping the treasure I had collected from her luscious cunt. I reluctantly rolled off of her and suggested that we get dressed and rejoin the party.

As we exited her camper, she turned to me and smiled, thanking me for making her feel like a woman again. Then she said, "Now, when is the next family reunion?" 



Kissin' Cousins



Chapter 1

I've written about my first May-December experience with my high-school English teacher twice now in different stories. I let a friend who has a big-time B&D fetish talk me into embellishing both of them with B&D things that never happened, but the stories are otherwise true. I've also mentioned my first girlfriend whose name really was Karen and who was indeed a Mormon. My teacher also happened to be a Mormon, but before our affair, she'd long ago quit attending church for a number of personal reasons. I have another fetish-interest about which I've also openly written and my profile pic should be self-explanatory. If not my stories in that genre will make that very clear. I share them because for years I've told no one about any of these things except for one very close friend from high school whose real name is Bob. I enjoy writing and when I found this site I found it very cathartic to put these experiences into written form. My personal fetishes aren't always another person's cup of tea but judging by the many favorable comments I've received in private emails, at least a few of you enjoy reading them. I've certainly enjoyed the writing part!

Following these two women, I also had a fling with another married Mormon woman almost twice my age whom I met through Karen. I plan to share that experience next. In between them, I had one of the most interesting experiences of my late teenage years. It happened with a woman who was also quite a bit older than me (and who also happened to be related to me) but whom I barely knew prior to our brief but intense affair. Her real name was Nancy and she was my parents' favorite of their many nieces in spite of the fact we rarely ever saw her. This is our story.

By way of background, I grew up literally dirt poor in a small town about 40 miles outside of Seattle, Washington. My dad worked in a saw mill and until I was ten, my mother didn't work at all. We lived in an 800sqft wooden shack on a gravel road in a small, rural, dairy-farming town. The house I grew up in and lived in until I left home had plastic for windows, no running water, and an outhouse for the first few years. After my mom went to work for minimum wage as an aide in a nursing home (which was big money to my folks), Dad made some improvements to the house which included real glass windows and indoor plumbing. We even had carpeting put in over the black shiplap Dad had brought home from the mill to close in the holes in the floor I nearly fell through the first time I went inside.

I share this to set the stage for just how dysfunctional most of my family was and to illustrate what kinds of things seemed normal to me as a child and as a young boy. Poverty was just the tip of the iceberg. The real problems came in where relationships began. My immediate family wasn't dysfunctional, but it was one of the few diamonds in my extended family's goat's ass. For instance, my mother had three brothers. Each of them serially married the same woman and had two or three children with her. She would then cheat with the next brother/husband-to-be, divorce the current husband, then start in with the next. On my dad's side, his baby sister's husband had been killed and she ended up shacking up with a guy named Woods. Together, they had a total of fifteen illegitimate children in addition to three she'd had with her late husband. No, I'm not exaggerating. Without exception, they were a disaster. Smoking at 10 or 12, drug use, alcoholism, teen pregnancy, and a life on welfare were the norm. They lived in family clumps at various times by pooling rent money but most hung out with their mother and leeched off her until she passed away. I was too young to understand the implications of any of this growing up, but as I look back it really is amazing I managed to get out of that town, get a college education, and do rather well in terms of finances and mental stability.

Along the way, I learned there were exceptions to the rule. Not everyone was nutty, kooky, or an addict. My grandmother was one of them. She was the second most pleasant discovery I made as a teenager once I learned to drive. I was amazed at how different she was from everyone else in my immediate and extended family. She was well-informed, she actually listened, and most of all, she cared. Visiting her went from a weekly chore to a much-anticipated treat.

I had two other relatives who also defied the general rule. One was a male cousin named Loren who, unlike nearly all the others, had graduated from high school and who had risen to become a foreman in a factory of some sort in Tacoma. I still remember the first time my dad took me to visit him. Their house was enormous! It had beautifully painted walls in every room and the rooms themselves were large and spacious. They even had plants all over the place which I thought was a little odd. It reminded me of a jungle. I mean, who would intentionally put plants IN the house?

The most pleasant discovery was my cousin, Nancy, who was 36 when I was 18 and started dating her. While I had two other female cousins who weren't unattractive, Nancy was the only one any guy would have considered to be pretty out of lord-only-knows-how many other cousins I had but didn't know. As I said, I rarely saw her growing up so it makes sense I hadn't really noticed her until she stopped by unexpectedly one day while I was still very much involved with my married high-school English teacher. The only thing that made it easier was that my actual, public girlfriend, Karen Moreland, was away at college which I meant I was only juggling two affairs on the side without having to worry about her catching me red-handed.

Nancy's visit happened near the end of my senior year when I was home on spring break. Spring isn't warm in western Washington. In fact, summer, such as it is, isn't really all that warm there. Let me just add that it doesn't rain nearly as much in Seattle as people think. In fact, it rains more in Atlanta than in Seattle but the myth still stubbornly persists. It is, however, dark and gray much of the year. That's because the Cascade Mountains, which cut the state in half from the Canadian border through the state of Oregon, serve to block the clouds that form off the Pacific Ocean and Puget Sound from moving further east. So the norm is to have eight or nine months of weather where dark, gray, raw days and temperatures range from 35-55 predominate. April is one of those months with temps closer to the higher end of the scale but not what anyone would call "warm."

Nancy stopped by on a whim one day to show off her first new car. Like all of us (with the exception of Loren), Nancy was poor. New cars were a rarity to say the least. She'd managed to complete a dental hygienist training program and had been hired by a local doctor in the neighboring town where she lived. Being single, the money she made was good when compared to the rest of the clan, and it had allowed her to qualify for a loan which in turn let her buy her first new car. 

I was gone when she arrived in late afternoon but I returned home not long before she was getting ready to leave. I had no idea who owned the shiny, new blue car in our muddy driveway, but my guess was it was a salesman of some sort but it could also have been my dad's hunting partner from Seattle. He was retired and had a lot of discretionary cash. 

I pulled in beside it so as not to block its exit, got out and walked through the grass to the front door. (Sidewalks were for rich folks.) As I opened the door I heard my dad say, "Oh, there's Cal right now. You won't recognize him anymore. He got his braces off before the start of the year and he's been lifting weights like some kind of mad man." I looked around and saw my dad, then my mom, and then my heart stopped. I heard dad say, "Look who stopped by, Cal. It's your cousin, Nancy. You remember her, right?"

It took me a second to regain my composure before smiling and saying, "Oh, sure! Hi, Nancy. How've you been?" I did remember her but just barely. I couldn't remember the last time I saw her and more importantly, I couldn't remember why I couldn't remember. She was beautiful! 

Her smile took my breath away. "Hello, Calvin!" she said. How could she know I hated being called by my full name and that no one had done that since junior high? As much as I disliked that, I didn't say anything. I just smiled and stared without actually staring. Her silky blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun and although she was wearing very little makeup her face was what caught my attention. High cheek bones arched high over round, rosy cheeks, and she had a smile that made my knees weak. She was also very nicely proportioned with a tiny waist, long, thin legs, a great ass, and perfectly sized boobs. 

I was definitely a boob guy and there was nothing sexier to me than a pair of size C tits framed by a form-fitting, figure-hugging sweater. You see, girls and women wore sweaters most of the year in that part of the country and to this day, I love nothing more on a woman. That day, Nancy was wearing a long-sleeved, white, ribbed-knit turtleneck and it was all I could do not to stare at the two round mounds I'd recently begun calling 'sweater puppets.'

I finally managed to speak and said, "It's good to see you, Nancy. What's going on with you these days?" as though we'd just seen one another a few weeks ago. "Is that your new car in the driveway?" I realized as soon as I asked how ridiculous the question was. My mom didn't drive and my dad's pickup was in the lean-to he'd built off the garage he'd put up many years back.

"It is. Do you like it? I'm so excited! I've never had a new car before. Do you wanna check it out?"

"Sure!" I told her. I was still standing near the front door so I turned around and opened it for her then kept it open as my mom and dad both went out for what was certainly a second look.

Nancy opened up her door, popped the hood, and then went around to the front to open it. "Hold on!" I said. "Let me get that. No need to get your hands dirty." Nancy smiled and thanked me as she started rattling off everything she knew about her new vehicle. She informed us she specifically didn't get power windows because she knew about someone who drowned when her car went into some water somewhere up in Alaska. "The power doors shorted out and she was trapped inside. That's definitely NOT gonna happen to me!" she said proudly.

"You wanna take it for a drive, Calvin?" she said as she dangled the keys my way.

"Sure. But only if you come with, okay?" I told her as I grabbed the key.

"Oh, of course! See you in a few minutes Uncle Wayne and Aunt Jean," she said to my parents as she dropped the hood and jumped into the passenger seat.

"I know your dad likes automatics, but I love shifting so I got a standard transmission. Besides, it's a lot cheaper. So do you really like it?" she asked me again.

"I do. It's nice. You must be doing pretty well for yourself. Our family isn't exactly known for new cars or much of anything else that isn't second hand. Is there a husband I don't know about involved in this?" I inquired honestly wanting to know. I didn't see a ring but then, who knew, right?

"A husband? Oh, God no! I just got out of another bad relationship a few months ago. The last thing I need is to get married to some asshole. It's like I can't seem to find any of the so-called good guys, you know? Every guy I end up turns out to be a dick in some way. I'm just so tired of it all!" Nancy paused, smiled, then turned to me and asked, "Enough about me. So how about you? My God, I don't even recognize you anymore! The last time I saw you, you had well...you know..."

I finished her sentence. "Bucked teeth? Yep. That was me. Hey, Calvin! Can you scratch the back of my throat for me? It really itches."

"Ah, come on. You were a really cute little boy. You were a little bit on the pudgy side but not, you're not only not ...fat...but you look like one of those muscles guys on a magazine cover. Your dad told me you'd changed a lot but I had no idea just how much. You look like a completely different person."

"Thank you. Coming from someone as attractive as you, that's quite a compliment," I told her as we sped along.

"Ahh! And you're so sweet, Calvin! So...is there a girlfriend in your life by any chance? I'll be shocked if you tell me no but not surprised if there are several," she said playfully.

I had no intention of telling her about my affair with a 37-year old married woman who was also one of my teachers. I told her I'd been dating a girl named Karen but that she'd gone off to college in January and that we'd agreed to see other people. So for now at least, there wasn't anyone...else. 

"College? I see. So you like older girls, don't you?" Nancy said continuing to playfully tease me. If only she knew!

I laughed, too. "I do like older girls. I mean, what's not to like? They're smarter, wiser, more mature, and better looking than girls my age," I replied. I would have loved to say more but decided to change the subject. "You said I've changed a lot. Changed in a good way or not so much?" I asked as we turned on to one of the many back roads out "in the sticks" where I lived.

"Definitely in a good way!" she gushed. "I mean, you're actually really...hot! If you weren't my cousin and well, if you were maybe ten years older..."

"Then...what?" I probed. I looked over at her and smiled and noticed she wasn't just looking at me but that she was definitely checking me out. Just a year ago, no girls did that. Ever. Sure, a couple of girls who were quiet and reasonably good looking had periodically shown some interest in me after I got braces but that was it. But by the time I got my braces off I'd been lifting for several months. When I started my senior year I was really getting some definition in my once very soft body. By the Christmas break, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say I was pretty much ripped and I'd added even more muscle in the last 3-4 months. Prior to that, the only features I really had going for me were my thick, dark hair that my mom's sister had cut and styled for me right after getting my braces off and what my mom had called "girly eyes" which was code for the kind of long eyelashes any girl would have loved to have for herself. I hated hearing that growing up, but now I realized how lucky I was to have them. I could tell Nancy was taking in all of that just as I'd noticed all of her many positive attributes in one quick glance back at the house.

"Well, you know. I guess I'd be trying to get you to ask me out. Come on, you know what I mean, right? But it's a mute point because we're related and I'm like a thousand years older than you."

I didn't bother pointing out the correct word was "moot" point because education wasn't exactly something our family had a lot of even though Nancy had more than most. Hell, a high school diploma was a real rarity in our clan. I just smiled and said, "First of all, I won't argue the point that we're related. That's just a fact. But I do take exception with your characterization of yourself as old. You are most definitely not that. Trust me." Then I added, "So I guess if we weren't related I'd be happy to learn you'd want to go out with me."

Nancy laughed and said, "I know you're only 18 but I bet I could get you into Pete's Tavern! You definitely look like you're 21 and besides, I know the bartender. We could just go have a beer together or something. I mean, that's not a date or anything weird, right? Just two cousins having some fun together. You wanna go get a beer sometime?"

I wasn't religious or a prude. I just didn't like beer—or any alcohol for that matter. Or rather I should say I'd never even tasted beer before. I'd also never once even been invited to a party where there was drinking, and now I was so into my fitness routine that included a strict diet involving a ton of protein, booze was the last thing I ever thought about. 

At that point, I wasn't sure I'd ever have a chance to fuck her but I decided I was at least going to try so I told her, "Sure. Sounds like fun" even though I had zero interest in going to a bar.

"Cool! But don't tell your dad, okay? I don't want him to get pissed off at me for taking his little boy out for a drink." I winced playfully and Nancy immediately realized why. She put her hand on my arm and said, "Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that, Calvin! You're definitely not a little boy anymore—that much is for sure. I just meant..."

I smiled and cut her off mid-sentence. "I know what you meant, Nancy. It's fine. No offense taken. I mean, some women actually like younger guys, you know?"

Her hand was still on my arm and it seemed to me she ran her fingers along it for a short way as she said quietly, "Yes, they do, Calvin."

I decided to mention my disdain for my given name and said, "Would you do a young guy a big favor?"

"Depends on what the favor is," she teased. "You can ask me anything," 

"Would you call me 'Cal'? No one's called me 'Calvin' since junior high."

"Oh, of course!" she said. She sat quietly for a moment then said, "Has it been that long since I've seen you? Jesus! Where does the time go?" she mused.

We drove around the back roads for a while as Nancy chattered away about her job, the "new" house she was renting (which was anything but new having been built in 1947), and filled me in on who in our family was currently in jail, doing what drugs, or having a baby at what age. It was all very depressing but it was worth it just to be able to have a chance to get to know her. 

When we got back to the house she said, "I've got to get home soon so I'm just gonna run in and tell your mom and dad goodbye, okay?"

"Of course," I told her as I turned off the ignition and handed her the keys. "So I'll come by your place Saturday about 9 o'clock then?"

"Sounds perfect!" she replied. "I can't wait to show off my hot, young cousin at Pete's! Hey! Speaking of older women and younger men, I have a girlfriend who's about 25 I want you to meet. I know that's still a lot older than you, but I think you'll really like her! I gotta warn you, though. She has a thing for younger guys so be careful, okay?" Nancy said playfully.

We got out of the car and I caught up with her as we made our way along the well-worn path in the grass that lead to the front porch. (Front porch was also a misnomer as it was just some plywood my dad had thrown up in front of the house.) "I'll look forward to meeting her," I told her. "And I promise to be careful. But for the record, I meant what I said earlier in the car. I've recently discovered I really am one of those younger guys who likes older women."

Nancy covered her mouth before she laughed. "Calvin! Sorry. I mean 'Cal!' Shame on you! She's almost seven years older than you are!" I was sure her eyes were twinkling at me but it may have just been her dazzling smile. Damn, she was cute!

"Seven years is no big deal," I told her just before I opened to door to let her in. "In fact, I've kind of got my eye on someone who's more than ten years older than me." Nancy's raised eyebrows and that "oh, no! you do not, you young devil, you!" kind of look told me she really didn't know I was referring to her and for now at least, that was just fine by me.

Chapter 2

Having never even tasted alcohol beyond a sip my dad gave me many years ago before he quit drinking, I was more than a little bit apprehensive about going to a tavern with Nancy. The fact that my own father was a recovering alcoholic made drinking that much less attractive to me, but I wanted to spend time with my newest love interest so I saw no real choice but to just man up and do this. I laughed as the thought occurred to me that perhaps "boy up" was the better choice of terms and left it at that.




Kissin' Cousins



I arrived at Nancy's just before 9pm. I'd barely started knocking on her door when it flung open wide revealing Nancy dressed in what looked like some sort of cowgirl outfit. If you've read any of my stories, you know I'm a skirt, heels, and sweater-loving kind of guy. I also like a bit of makeup and some jewelry on my women. That said, I understand most men don't give a damn what a woman wears as long as they get some before the night's over, but for better or for worse, I'm not most guys. I am intensely turned on by certain things and find it difficult to even get interested in others. This was definitely an "other." But as they say, "in for a penny, in for a pound", right?

While I wasn't yet very experienced in the ways of the world, I was smart enough to know you just don't say anything if a girl wears something you don't like. Ever. But a button-down shirt with metal snaps, pointed cowboy boots, Levis, and a cowboy hat? That, for me, was almost a bridge too far. 

I was beginning to regret saying yes when Nancy greeted me with, "Hi, Calvin! Ooops. Sorry! I meant to say 'Cal' but it may take me some time to get used to that. Are you ready?" Nancy was genuinely excited. She struck me as someone was outwardly bubbly but inwardly sad. I wasn't sure that was accurate but I couldn't shake the feeling it was true. I was also under the impression that going to bars must be something she really enjoyed. Oh, great. Strike two. I bit my tongue some more and kept my thoughts to myself.

"Sure! Let's roll!" I said in what I hoped was a convincing tone of voice. I had to admit that in spite of looking like a rodeo buckle bunny, Nancy was still awfully cute. Nothing could change the fact that her skin was soft and smooth or that her face (the part that was visible under the brim of her hat) was just downright attractive. Nancy was pretty. Beautiful was probably too strong a word but 'cute' wasn't quite adequate to describe her. Pretty was the word that just seemed to fit.

We arrived about 20 minutes later and I could hear the thumping of the music all the way outside. "Fuck!" I said to myself. I was only 18 years old but I hated alcohol and loud music. I must be from another planet or at least from another time but what can I say? I know what I like and what I don't like. I might not like booze or booming music but I most definitely did like sex and I had high hopes that might happen tonight or perhaps after another date or two in an atmosphere more conducive to my unique brand of charms.

"That's 'Trainwreck' playing inside!" Nancy squealed. "They're my favorite local band. You're gonna love them! I promise!" She pulled me inside and the first thing that hit me was a dark, blue cloud of cigarette smoke followed by a level of noise that seemed be making my teeth vibrate. There was a very big dude at the door who greeted Nancy by name. He put his hand up to stop me until she sidled up close to him and hollered over the music, "It's okay, Mike. This is my cousin, Cal. He's with me and he just turned 21." Nancy exaggerated a wink as she pulled back from Mike's ear. It was pretty obvious Mike was as charmed by Nancy as I was and he yelled back, "Okay. Have a nice time." As I went by he hollered, "Happy birthday—cousin." Not sure how to take his remark, I just nodded my head and followed Nancy to the bar.

"Hey, Ron! Two shooters and beer chasers on my tab, please!" Nancy told the bartender. 

Before he could act, another guy hollered out, "No way! Put those on MY tab, Ronnie!"

"Oh, hey Ed!" Nancy yelled out. "Thanks! Come over and meet my baby cousin!" Ed came over and extended his hand which I shook.

"Cousin? Lucky you, kid! I was wondering whose ass I was gonna have to kick tonight for bein' with my girl here," Ed said. He smiled revealing a gap in his front teeth you could drive a truck through. Now I knew better than to say anything about someone else's grill, but this guy was WAY the hell out of his league with Nancy. I had to assume girls like her put up with guys like him because of the free drinks. At least, I hoped that's all there was to it. Poor Ed also looked like he'd swallowed a deer giving me reason to replace the term "beer gut" with the more pejorative term "deer gut."

Ron also gave me that same look as the bouncer up front. Once again Nancy leaned in very close to this man's face and told him I was with her. That must be all it took to get served because a few seconds later there were two shot glasses with clear liquid in them followed by two glasses filled with draft beer and a foamy head on top of each.

"Bottoms up, Cal!" Nancy said as she tossed back the tequila. "Go ahead. Down it all in one gulp, cuz! That's why they call 'em shots! Woo-hoo!"

As I raised the tiny, clear glass the smell hit me and I thought about putting it down but the excitement in Nancy's eyes convinced me to follow her lead. I downed the shot in one swallow then immediately felt like I couldn't breathe. "Here. Suck on this!" Nancy said holding a slice of lime in her hand. Again, I did as she said and to my surprise, my urge to gag passed only to be replaced by a deep burning sensation all the way from my throat to my stomach. "Now take a drink of beer and then we dance!" she yelled. "Wooo-hoo!" What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

The beer tasted worse than the tequila but at least it didn't burn. Nancy dragged me out onto the dance floor as soon as I sat down my glass and it was then I noticed my lower lip was tingling and that same sensation was running all the way up and down my back. Damn! So that was the allure of alcohol! Not bad.

I'd learned to dance by going to the local Mormon Church with my friend Glen which is where I also met Karen. Unlike their Baptist counterparts who considered dancing (and movies) a sin, Mormons actually sponsor dances for their youth. I was shocked to see Karen Moreland there, the girl I'd had a crush on since the 7th grade when she was in 8th. I'd just gotten my braces off but had still never had a date in my life. 

Surprisingly, Karen had also come with a friend and didn't have a date. As soon as Glen introduced us, she grabbed my hand and told me, "You're with me tonight!" Having never had a girlfriend before, I ended up telling her that if she ever wanted to go out sometime, to just give me a call rather than asking her out right then and there. Fortunately for me, two days later the phone rang and it was Karen calling. She told me she was taking me up on my offer and would like to go out with me sometime. I asked her out for Friday night and she enthusiastically replied by saying, "I'd love to!" 

I took her to a modestly nice restaurant using the money I was earning from my job on a dairy farm and we had a nice time talking and laughing as we got to know one another. On the way home, Karen really caught me off guard when slid over next to me and took my hand. A few minutes later she asked me if I'd like to go parking. That was my first real kiss and I got many of the French variety to boot. At each stage of our relationship, she was the aggressor. The next step was her putting my hands on her soft, size-C breasts, then graduating to giving me blow jobs, and finally telling me at the drive-in that she'd decided she'd do anything for me. Later that very night in a secluded spot in the woods, I lost my virginity to her in the back seat of dad's Chevy Impala. 

Because of that dance, I'd learned enough that I could at least hold my own on a dance floor. "Can you line dance or two-step?" Nancy asked me. I told her I could do the two-step and within seconds were flying around the room where everyone there seemed to know Nancy.

"Hey, Nancy!" one woman about her age called out. "Does your boyfriend have a twin brother for me?" she teased.

"Back off, bitch!" Nancy said playfully. "That's my cousin you're talking about and he's all mine tonight." Nancy's smile and easy-going manner was infectious. We danced the better part of half an hour and that one shot had me buzzed the entire time. Just after ten o'clock, Nancy's friend, Jean, came in with another girl whose name I didn't catch.

"Jenny! Over here!" Nancy called out as she waved wildly at them. Both girls smiled and made their way over toward us. "Hey, girls! This is my cousin, Cal. You know, the hottie I told you about." Nancy winked in that exaggerated way which told me she had indeed discussed me with her friend.

"Oh, my God! He really is as cute as you said," she said as she gave me the once over. "Hi, Cal. I'm Jen."

I shook the hand she offered and said, "Nice to meet you, Jen." 

"And he's a gentleman! Where have you been hiding this boy, Nancy?" Jen said as we danced to the next song that had just started playing.

Before I could say another word she and Nancy were calling for more shots and beer. There was no time to protest and before I knew it I'd downed two more shots and another large swig of beer. There was to be more very large shot and another beer chaser before I quit for the night. 

Jen grabbed my hand again and I suddenly found myself back out on the dance floor. "I can't believe you're only 18! You're really cute. You know, if Nancy wasn't your cousin, you'd be getting lucky tonight. She talked about you non-stop for half an hour yesterday. But she is your cousin so...I'm hoping I might be the one getting lucky later on." Jen pulled me in close and I saw Nancy motioning for me to kiss her just as we spun around and Jen saw what she was doing. I don't know how women know but they do. Jen looked at me for a few seconds as I was looking at Nancy and she said, "Oh, my God! You've got a thing for your cousin! Oh, my God! Fess up. You like her! And by that I mean you like her, don't you?"

I was really feeling the tequila and I noticed two things. First, I was having a hard time talking. Just forming the words because a real chore. Second, I couldn't seem to stop myself from talking. I ended up saying what I'd have normally never said. "Yeah. I guess I do," I said hoping I wasn't slurring my words. "But just look at her. She's so pretty." The last word sounded like it had two "d's" in it rather than two t's. 

Jen just laughed. "Okay. I see where this is going. Or rather where it's not going—at least for me. That's a shame because I'm really horny and pretty damn great in bed, Cal. I just wanted you to know that," she said in a way that let me know she understood she was losing out to a friend. She paused then smiled wickedly. "You know what they say, right, Cal?" I had no idea what it might be that "they" were saying and I was now too drunk to care. "Incest is best. Yep. That's what they say. Good luck with that, okay?" 

Jen dropped me off next to Nancy and said to her, "Okay, girlfriend. He's cute but he's got a thing for another older woman here." Jen nodded at Nancy who seemed genuinely confused. Jen continued. "Guess he's all yours. Too damn bad. I'd have done him six ways to Sunday."

We made our way back to the table, and I don't remember anything else that happened that night until we were back inside Nancy's house and to be honest, I don't remember much of that. When I opened my eyes (or at least when I remembered doing that) I was on her couch and she was pulling a blanket over me. "You're gonna sleep here tonight, lightweight. Sorry for getting you drunk. I should've known better."

"It's okay," I murmured. I was still pretty out of it but tried to pretend otherwise. "I'm fine now, I slurred. "Thanks for taking care of me, Nancy."

"No problem, Cal. Sleep tight." She stood up for a moment then sat back down next to me. "Cal? Can I ask you something?"

I was still pretty foggy but was awake enough to mumble, "Sure. Anything."

"Jen told me what you said. You know, about me being pretty and all." Nancy sat there for a moment looking down at me. "Did you really mean that? Do you think I'm pretty?"

I tried to focus but the room was still spinning. Not as much as it had been but things were still moving as though stuff was made of liquid. I did my best to look at her and tried to act as sober as I possibly could, but I wasn't fooling anyone. I was still slightly slurring my words as I said to her, "Oh, yeah. I did say that. You are pretty, Nancy. You're really, really pretty." I was semi aware I should have stopped right there but unable to, I added, "I wish you weren't my cousin cause...I... I...I really luv...y..."

Nancy reached out and smoothed back the shock of hair that had fallen into my eyes as I passed out before finishing my sentence. She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and said, quietly, "Good night, Cal." As she raised up, I woke up momentarily as I felt the back of her hand brush across my cheek. I reached up and grabbed it and pulled it toward my mouth. I kissed her hand gently then released it as my lack of tolerance for alcohol got the best of me. I was out like a light and fell instantly back into a long, deep sleep.

When I finally woke up, my eyes felt like they'd been sewn shut after someone poured sand in them. I managed to open one of them enough to see the clock on the wall said it was 12:35. That didn't make any sense because that was about the time I went to sleep. Or at least I thought that was when I laid down. I hadn't slept past 8am since I started lifting and normally, I'd have already had breakfast, been to the gym and finished my workout, and be having lunch. The thought of food made me feel nauseous and then the pounding in my head brought me to the realization that I was experiencing my first hangover.

"Hi there, sleepyhead! You're awake," Nancy said cheerfully. "I didn't want to bother you, but I was getting a little worried. You okay?"

I forced myself to sit up and noticed my mouth felt like someone had filled it with nasty-tasting cotton balls. "I think so. Other than the jackhammer going off in my head, that is."

Nancy laughed. "Hangovers are the worst. I avoid them by keeping up my tolerance for alcohol." 

"Alcohol. Oh, God. Don't say that word, okay?" I said trying to unstick my lips and make my fat tongue work. It felt like it was made out of cotton and seemed to fill my entire mouth.

"You go take a long, hot shower and I'll make you something to eat. Don't worry. Just some toast and orange juice. You'll feel better after that. There are fresh towels in the bathroom closet."

We didn't say much during the late brunch, but as Nancy had promised, I did feel a whole lot better after the shower and eating something.

"Next time you decide to take me somewhere," I said. "Can I choose what we do?"

Nancy covered her mouth and stifled a big laugh. "Of course you can. And Cal, I'm really sorry about last night. I just thought you'd have a good time."

I sipped on some black coffee and told her, "Actually, I did. I mean, I think I did. Not the drinking part, though. That definitely sucked."

"What part did you enjoy?" she asked.

I took another sip before answering. I didn't look up when I answered quietly, "The being with you part. That was nice."

Nancy didn't respond for a moment, either. Her reply was also very soft. "It was nice for me too, Cal." 

Neither of us spoke while I finished my coffee.

"Cal? Do you remember us talking last night after we got home?"

"Um. No. Not really. I did have a crazy dream, though."

"Really. What was it about?"

"I dreamed you were kissing me on the cheek. Weird, huh? Even more weird was dreaming I kissed you back." I was feeling ever-so-slightly better and tried to smile as looked up and did the Elvis thing with my mouth as I used the title of one his lame movies, "Kissin' cousins, right, little mama?"

Nancy smiled at me but it was different this time. I don't think I would have understood it even had I been my normal self and I certainly couldn't make sense of it in this condition. It was just that it looked so unusual. It looked...caring.

"Yeah. Kissing each other would really be weird, wouldn't it?" she said softly while looking down at nothing in particular. "So did you actually want to do something together again or have you had enough of your crazy cousin who takes you to bars and gets you drunk?"

Another strained smile from yours truly. "No. I'm not tired of my crazy-but-cool cousin. I really would like to go out again. Well, not 'go out' go out or anything. You know, just maybe go do something together again one evening."

"I'd really like that, Cal. You choose when and where this time, okay?"

I stood up and got ready to leave. "So I'll call you then?"

"Yes, please. I'll look forward to it. And Cal, I really am sorry about last night."

We got to the door and I said, "I'm not. Sorry, that is. I like spending time with you, Nancy. You're not crazy, cuz. In fact, I think you're pretty great, you know?" She didn't respond and I said, "I mean that. You're really...amazing—for a cousin, that is."

Nancy seemed genuinely moved by what I said and I thought for just a moment I saw a tear well up in her eye but I still didn't trust my senses so I dismissed it as nothing. I opened the door when I felt Nancy's hand reach out and grab my arm. I turned around to face her and as I did, there was that 'look' again. Nancy stepped toward me and put her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Thank you for going out with me, Cal. You're the best cousin ever. And you're pretty amazing yourself—for a cousin."

I stood there and held her for a few more seconds before we released one another. This time, I definitely saw a small tear at the corner of her eye. I instinctively reached up to wipe it away as I asked her, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm fine. I just get like that when... No one's made me feel special for a very long time." 

"Then I don't feel so bad because you are special and you should feel this way all the time."

Before I could say anything else Nancy shooed me out the door, gathered her composure, and said, "Okay. Go! Get home. And whatever you do, don't tell your dad, okay?" She smiled and looked like her old self again.

I headed down the steps and called back. "Not a word. I promise!"

Chapter 3

Sex with Karen had been easy. She was always the aggressor from the first kiss to petting to blow jobs and finally fucking. Sex wasn't easy, per se, with my English teacher but I had a risk-free way of letting her know how I felt. She assigned us a paper in which we had to say with which person we'd most like to spend a day and why. Without naming names, I made it quite there was this hypothetical high school senior who had a crush on his very attractive, hypothetical English teacher. I also made it very clear that should she have a similar interest in him, he would be utterly discrete and never mention anything that might happen to anyone. I also surmised in this paper that the hypothetical teacher was married but often felt alone due to a husband whose work came first. As it turned out, that was exactly the situation in which she was living. Getting a first invite wasn't too terribly difficult and from there, a lot of patient listening and understanding were all it took. Well, that and getting my braces off and almost a year in the weight room. But I digress.

But this was different. How was I going to be able to have sex with my 36-year old cousin? My sense was she was physically attracted to me but giving me access to Valhalla was an entirely different story. I didn't think something as obvious as a drive-in movie would work and she didn't seem like the kind of woman who was impressed with an expensive restaurant or the kind of jewelry I couldn't afford anyway. 

I was mulling over the possibilities when I remembered having met a guy from Karen's church named Sterling—after the city in Wyoming. Unlike mine, his dad had money. He was airline pilot. He also owned a ranch with cattle and horses. Working in my favor was the fact that Sterling had a girlfriend named Renee and they were fucking like minks (or so he once told me during one of our after-church talks in his truck in the parking lot.) Were all Mormon girls really that easy? My experience thus far had told me "yes."




Kissin' Cousins



I picked up the phone and punched in his number. "Sterling? Hey, it's Cal. Yeah, Karen's boyfriend. I need a favor."

After I hung up, I dialed Nancy's number forgetting she'd be at work. It went straight to voicemail and I was tempted to hang up but instead I left a short message. "Hey there. It's your favorite cousin. Listen, I have a great idea for our next get together. Give me a call when you can. Bye."

A little after six my phone rang. "Cal? Hi! I just got your voicemail. So what did you have in mind?"

"Do you enjoy picnics outdoors by any chance?" I asked cheerfully.

"Well. That depends," she answered evasively.

"On?" I inquired.

"On whom I'm spending the day with and what's for lunch," she said playfully.

"Well, the lucky guy would be me and I'm open to suggestions when it comes to food. I'm not exactly experienced in that area. Or many others," I added hoping she might take the bait as it were.

"Surprise me, okay? I'm easy." There was a slight pause before she said, "When it comes to food, that is." I could tell she was smiling which was very encouraging.

"All right. If that's how a guy gains experience with pretty girls then I can do that," I told her.

"Experience is overrated, Cal. Sometimes a girl just wants to be with a really nice guy who makes her feel..." 

"Special?" I said finishing her sentence. "I may not have a lot of experience in um, certain areas, but I think I know how to treat a lady well. If that's how a guy makes a girl feel special, then I'm your man. Or would you prefer boy?" 

Nancy laughed but didn't immediately reply leaving me to wonder if I was pushing too hard too soon. She shifted gears and asked me, "Oh. One more question. Is it going to be cold there? I mean, colder than usual for this time of year?"

"That's a pretty safe bet although once we get where we're going there is some shelter," I told her honestly. Sterling's dad owned a cabin by the lake and thanks to my friend, I'd have the key to it before we left. "You know, it case it rains or something."

"You're not going to tell me anything else are you?" she said in a faux pouty kind of voice.

"Nope. Just dress warmly and bring your appetite. I'll pick you up at 10am on Saturday at your place, okay?" I teased.

"Um. Okay. I think. Just one more thing. I hope this doesn't involve a lot of walking or carrying a backpack. I'm not exactly into exercise like someone else I know whose initials are C.A.L." I was loving the pout in her voice and decided to risk just a tiny bit of innuendo and see where it went.

"No, there'll be very little walking. But as far as there not being any kind of exercise? Well, I guess that'll depend on you."

Another short pause and then, "I get cold very easily so any exercise that can warm me up is a possibility. But beyond that you can forget about it!"

"Okay. Sounds fair. I'll see you Saturday then. Bye, Nancy."

Sterling assured me he'd have two horses saddled up and ready to go at our agreed-upon rendezvous point from which we'd ride a three-mile trail to Deep Lake. All I had to do was get Nancy there and be back at dusk to help get the horses back in the trailer.

I arrived at Nancy's right at 10 o'clock and couldn't have been more pleased when she opened the door to let me in. Her soft, blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a black, rib-knit sweater, jeans, boots, and a leather jacket. Her face was au-natural except for some light mascara and clear lip gloss.

"Wow! Right on time," she said as I stepped.

"Wow back!" I said to her. "You look amazing!"

"Thank you! Is someone into leather by any chance?" she said playfully while spinning around to model her new coat.

"No. Not leather so much," I began. I hesitated mentioning my "sweater fetish" because just being related to her was weird enough. But I really wanted her to know how much I loved a woman to dress that way so I volunteered a first hint by saying, "I love the sweater. It's very pretty and very flattering."

Nancy smiled and just raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Oh, I see."

I'd put the food, which was really fast food, purchased on the way to her house, in the trunk. It was Kentucky Fried Chicken and even being in the trunk, the smell filled the car. Nancy got in and immediately said, "Mmmm. What is that wonderful smell, Cal?"

I glanced over at her and said, "That, my dear, is the result of me getting up at 5am to make biscuits from scratch while preparing the chicken I plucked and prepared with my own special herbs and spices."

Nancy covered her mouth and burst out laughing. "You ass! You went to KFC, didn't you?" She was really chuckling and it made me laugh, too.

"Okay! Fine. Guilty as charged. I hope you're okay with fast food because I'm not much of a cook."

Nancy put her hand on my arm which was resting on the gear shift. "I'm sorry I laughed, Cal. This is really sweet. I'll be happy with whatever you brought."

I decided to take another chance and lifted my arm up over hers and took her hand. She didn't pull away which a good sign. I said, "Thank you, Nancy." Then in an overly serious tone I said, "You know, "There's a lot of pressure on a guy to impress a pretty girl. This stuff ain't as easy as I make it look."

Nancy laughed again and squeezed my hand. "So then. This is a date?"

I squeezed back. "I'd like it to be but as far as I know, it takes two people to agree on that to make it so."

"Well, then. I guess we're on our first date. I mean, unless that seems too weird to you or anything."

"Not at all," I assured her. "In fact, it sounds rather nice."

We drove for nearly an hour listening to the radio and talking about our crazy family. Just then we made the final turn through the long stretch of evergreen trees and there was the trailer, a Chevy Silverado pickup truck, and two beautiful horses saddled up and ready to go.

As I stopped the car, Nancy said, "Oh, my God. You did all this? Oh, Cal, this is perfect!" She leaned over and kissed my cheek and I resisted the urge to turn and kiss her on the lips. Instead, I just pulled up next to the truck and asked Nancy to wait. I went around to her door and opened it for her and helped her step out. I took her hand as we headed toward the horses when Sterling popped out from behind the trailer. "Hey, you two!"

I shook Sterling's hand and said, "Nancy. This is my friend from school, Sterling. Sterling this is me cou...my girlfriend, Nancy." I looked out of the corner of my eye for any sign of a negative reaction from my cousin, but instead all I saw was her extend her hand which Sterling politely shook.

"Hi, Sterling. It's a pleasure to meet you! You set all this up for us?"

"Same here, Nancy. I did and it was my pleasure. You kids have a nice time today, okay?"

Sterling tapped me on the arm and said, "Hey, Cal, let me show you a couple of things about the horses, okay? Nancy, will you excuse us for a minute?"

"Oh, sure! No problem," she said.

As we got around to the front of the horses Sterling got very animated. "Damn, dude! You didn't tell me your date was old enough to be your aunt. Or that she's hot as hell! How the hell did you pull this off? Does she have a sister by any chance? Jesus! You lucky bastard!" Sterling slapped me again with one of those "way to go, bro" kinds of slaps and finally took a breath.

I told him, "It's a long story for another time, okay? For now, all I can say is thanks for doing this. We'll take good care of the horses and be back by dusk. But if we're not, don't come looking until around noon tomorrow. I'll call you if things uh, go well. Is that okay?"

"Fuck me to tears! You son of a bitch! You're gonna hit that, aren't you?"

I didn't answer, but my smile was a dead giveaway as to my intentions. We walked back to the car where Nancy was waiting and Sterling said, "Okay, you two. Everything's all set. I'll see you at d... I'll see you when I see you! Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do—if I could."

We both thanked him again then grabbed our food, blankets, and other supplies and put them in the saddle bags. I didn't let Nancy see the bottle of cheap champagne I'd had another friend who was 21 score for me. Fingers crossed, I slipped it into my saddle bag without her seeing it.

Once everything was packed up, I went around to the ride side of her horse. "Let me help you up, my lady," I said as I bowed and offered her my hand.

"Why thank you, kind sir!" she said as I watched her get one boot into the stirrup, swing her leg over the saddle and mount the horse.

"Yours is named Ellie and mine is Sadie. Have you been on a horse before?" I asked realizing this probably wasn't the best time for that question.

"Not since I was a little girl but I have ridden a couple of times."

I'd only ridden once before with Sterling and his dad but didn't bother to share how inexperienced I was in that arena, too. I pointed toward the path ahead and said, "Okay, we just follow that trail for about three miles and we'll be there."

"Oh! We're going to Deep Lake! I haven't been there in 15 years, but it's really beautiful. I can't wait. Let's go!" Nancy picked up the reigns and let Ellie know it was time to move out. The horses were very well trained and responded to the slightest movement of the reigns. I was happy to take up the rear because the view from there afforded me the opportunity to check out my beautiful cousin's great figure and tight ass. I'd move up alongside her after getting a good long look at her backside. My hope was to see it again along with the front only without the jeans and leather jacket. Removal of the sweater was optional.

For the duration of what was a very pleasant ride through the woods, we chatted about our crazy family, long-lost relatives, and then made our way to the subject of old boyfriends and girlfriends.

"So are you saying you really don't have a girlfriend, Cal? I find that kind of hard to believe."

"Yes and no. My 'girlfriend' is away at college and we both agreed to see other people. I've only seen one other person since she left...other than you, that is."

Nancy continued with the questions. "And we did say this is a date, right?"

"We did," I replied.

"This other girl. Is it serious with her?"

There was no way on God's green earth I was going to tell Nancy that I was banging one of my teachers whenever her husband was out of town. Instead I told her, "Nah. It's just about the sex."

I loved when Nancy laughed. It was so genuine and so spontaneously. "You crack me up! But at least you're honest. Most guys won't admit that." Nancy fell silent for a moment then said, "But you're not like most guys, are you, Cal?"

"I can only say 'I don't know' because I well...honestly don't know how most guys are. Is that fair?"

"It is. And that too, is refreshingly honest. And honesty is something I don't see much of in my relationships."

Now it was my turn to ask. "So you're not married. That much I know. But is there anyone in your life right now?" I was hoping against hope she'd say 'no' but considering how cute she was and the way men acted around her that seemed very unlikely. Her answer surprised me.

"Nope. No one. And that's okay with me."

"Mind if I ask why?" I continued.

"I'm just sick of being used and lied to, Cal. I think I'm a pretty good judge of character yet I keep picking guys that turn out to be real losers."

"How so? If you don't mind my asking."

"I don't mind. I like talking with you. Honestly, you're more mature than any of the guys I've gone out with in the last ten years so no, I don't mind at all." That word was becoming our little thing as we exaggerated saying it each time it came up. "It's just that the guys I tend to fall for turn out to either be married or control freaks. I haven't dated anyone in over six months and the couple of times I had my eye on someone I found out he was just like all the others. I hate to sound so cynical but that's how I feel, and it's based on a lot of years of kissing a lot of toads. It seems like there ought to be at least one Prince out there for a girl like me. Don't you think?"

"I not only think but I know. You not only deserve a prince but I have no doubt you'll find one." I decided to get a little more personal when I said, "Dad told me you were married once. Is that true?"

"Yeah, it's true. I got married right out of high school to a guy named Ralph. Cute, charming, good at sports. He swept me right off my feet. But in less than a year, I left him."

"Again, mind if I ask why?"

"He liked to hit me. And not just once. Every time it happened he'd come back crying and swear it'd never happen again. And I was so young and so naïve that I kept believing him. Oh, sorry! That must sound condescending. I don't mean to imply that you're like that because you're as younger than I was at the..."

"No offense taken. I understand. Go ahead. Finish what you were saying."

"I just kept believing him, you know? And my mom and my aunts weren't any help as crazy as they—we—all are. They all told me that's just how men are so I took it until I couldn't take it anymore. The last time was just a few days before our first anniversary. He got drunk and accused me of fucking a guy he'd worked with. I use past tense because he'd been fired twice that year so he didn't have a job and that made things even worse. I denied it over and over but he was SO drunk. He pinned me up against the wall and started choking me. He was screaming me and calling me 'slut' and 'whore' and then he hit me so hard I literally saw stars. I waited until he passed out then I threw my things in a suitcase, took the car, and left."

"Did he ever come after you?"

"Oh, yeah. I moved back in with my mom and he came by a dozen different times begging me to forgive him. He'd bring flowers, send cards, and he tried singing a song once. Sounds funny now but I was scared to death of him."

"What did you do?"

"I finally bought a gun and the next time he came to Mom's house I met on the porch with it. I told him, 'If you ever come over here again I'll kill you.' He signed the divorce papers the next day and I never saw him again except for one last time in front of the judge."

I reached out for her hand as we rode along. She gave it to me and I said, "I am so sorry. You don't deserve to be treated like that. By anyone. Ever. I would never treat you like that, Nancy."

She looked over at me and for the first time I could remember, she looked sad. "I believe you. I meant it when I said you don't seem like the other guys. I feel very comfortable when I'm with you and that's not something I'm used to." 

Nancy didn't say anything for a few seconds then said to me, "Not be a Debbie Downer or anything but I am twice your age and we are cousins. We can't change that. It's obvious we're attracted to each other so..." Nancy stopped again then added, "Am I wrong? I mean, I'm definitely attracted to you but maybe I'm crazy to think someone as young and handsome as you would feel the same way about an old woman like me." 

I started to reply and she stopped me. "Let me finish, okay? What I'm wondering is...I mean...where do you see this going?"

I thought for a moment before answering. Then I told her, "Why does this have to go anywhere? I mean, anywhere in particular? Why can't it just 'be' and go wherever it goes?" I'd said almost the identical thing to my English teacher when she raised similar concerns over the age difference, her being married, and our student-teacher relationship. Nancy's reply sounded a lot like hers, too.

"Are you sure you're not the one who's 36 here and me the 18-year old?"

It was my turn to laugh which then made Nancy laugh. Just then, we saw the clearing which meant we were at the lake. She let go of my hand, dug her heels into Ellie's side and yelled out, "Hah!" Ellie took off like a shot and I got Sadie in gear right behind her. We both slowed up at about the same time just as the lake itself came into view.

"Oh, my God! I'd forgotten it's SO beautiful! Oh, Cal! This is so pretty up here. And it's so quiet. Looks like you and I are the only people on the entire lake. Isn't this amazing?"

Nancy was bubbling with excitement as she looked over at me. I said to her, "Yes. You really are...amazing. Thank you for coming with me."

I couldn't be sure but it seemed like Nancy may have blushed. She most certainly did look down and away and that look told me the compliment hit home. She didn't say anything else in response, but her look told me all I needed to know.

Chapter 4

A couple of hundred yards to our right was the cabin Sterling's dad had built there almost 30 years ago. Only three others had been allowed to be built there before environmental concerns stopped the county from issuing building permits. I was amazed it hadn't been vandalized but it looked to be in perfect condition.

"Home sweet home," I said cheerfully.

"Oh how quaint! It's so cute!" Nancy chirped. She turned toward me and said in a mock tone of seriousness, "You didn't tell me there was a cabin involved in this date, Cal."

"Well, I was afraid you might have said 'no' and I couldn't risk that now, could I?" I teased.

I could tell Nancy wasn't the least bit upset so I added, "I guess that would have been the honest thing to do." My comment brought laughter.

Just like in the movies we hitched our horses to the heavy wooden pole outside the cabin. Right next to the hitching post was a large trough filled with rainwater from which both horses eagerly drank.

"I'm starving!" Nancy announced as we started unpacking the saddle bags so we could take the saddles themselves off the horses for a few hours. "Inside or out?" she asked.

"Pardon me?" I asked as I grabbed as many things as I could.

"Do you want to spread out a blanket outside or go in and eat at the table? I'm assuming there's a table in there, right?"

"Uh, I don't know," I told her. "And that's the honest truth." Nancy smiled. "Let's go see."

I unlocked the wooden door and sure enough, there was indeed a small, sturdy wooden table in the middle of the room with four wooden chairs around it.

"So we do have a table," I said. "Your choice. I'm okay either way."

"Inside then," Nancy announced as we sat our things on the wooden counter near the country sink. 

"Not an outdoor kind of girl?" I teased. "Too many bugs?"

"It's not that so much," she said as she set the first things down. She didn't look at me as she continued by saying, "It's just that if we stay outside I'll have to keep my leather jacket on to stay warm." I had no idea she'd read so deeply between the lines and I looked at her in a way that said 'I don't follow.' Nancy smiled and said, "Well, if we sit inside I can take my jacket off and you can see my sweater. Right?" 

In spite of her pleasant, playful smile, I felt my cheeks begin to turn slightly red. I'd largely gotten the blushing thing under control in the months since I got my braces off, but years of being called 'buck tooth' and 'fatty' (or worse) meant that the tendency was still right there under the surface. Fortunately, I didn't "flame on" the way I'd done in the past.

Nancy moved toward me and said so sincerely, "Oh, Cal. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Please forgive me?"

I looked up and met her gaze and saw how worried she looked. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her so badly it was killing me. Instead, I said quietly, "No, no. It's okay. I mean, you didn't embarrass me. I embarrassed myself. I just didn't realize you knew my little..."

"Fetish?" she said sweetly.

"Um. Well, I guess that's what it is. I mean..."

"It's okay. I kind of assumed that was your thing when you ignored my expensive new leather jacket and expensive new boots and only seemed to notice one thing."




Kissin' Cousins



"I'm sorry I didn't compliment you on..."

Nancy moved closer and put her arms around me. "Shhh. It's okay. I was just trying to impress you with the new stuff and yet I inadvertently managed to do that just by wearing something I never dreamed would work. So please don't feel silly or anything. Please?"

I put my hands on her waist and said, "I don't. And thank you for understanding. It just seems like a weird kind of thing to find attractive, you know?"

Nancy moved in closer and we were now just inches away from one another. "If I may, please allow Dr. Nancy to wax deeply philosophical here for a moment. Are you ready for my very complex analysis of this situation?" she said very seriously.

"I am."

"It is what it is," she pronounced very authoritatively.

"Until it isn't?" I offered in reply.

"Exactly! Because then it's something else, right?"

We both laughed and then I pulled her in close and just held her close. Something told me she'd have let me kiss her, but I couldn't help but feel that a long, warm hug was what she needed even if a kiss was what I wanted.

We held one another for a good half minute before she gently pulled back and said, "Okay. Let me see what I can do to um, set the table here. Looks like it's going to be nothing but the finest. We have paper plates, plastic knives and forks, and cheap napkins for our first formal dinner together. Will that be okay with you?"

"It looks fine to me!" I said as I pulled out her chair to seat her.

I scooched her up after she sat down then told her, "Just a sec, okay?" I went outside to get the champagne but made sure to keep it in a plastic bag when I came back into the cabin. I sent the bag on the couch next to us then took my seat.

As I sat down, Nancy turned and slid off her expensive new leather jacket and set on the old couch near the table. "That's better, don't you think?" she said coyily.

I tried not to stare but it was impossible not to notice how perfectly she filled out the sweater. I took an exaggerated look then said, "I can honestly say that from where I'm sitting, that's perfect." 

"Well, I do appreciate honesty in a relationship so that's very nice to hear," Nancy said smiling.

We didn't say a whole lot as we picked our way through the greasy chicken, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, and Cole slaw. We both sipped the sweetened ice tea I'd transferred to plastic bottles from the paper cups KFC gave me.

"Very nice!" Nancy said as we finished the last of our meal. "You really know how to make a girl feel special!"

I smiled back at her. "You know, now that I'm aware of how important it is to you to feel special, I'm gonna take that as a compliment even though I'm not sure that's how it was intended. I mean, how many guys do you know that would go all out for the full-meal-deal at KFC for a girl they like?"

Nancy reached over and this time she took my hand. "I can't honestly answer that question but I can tell you honestly there aren't many who would go to the trouble of borrowing horses and getting a cabin in such an amazing, romantic place. That part is indeed something that makes me feel very special." Nancy leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you, Cal. This is exactly what I needed."

I noticed it was about 2 o'clock already and we'd need to get going by four if we were going to make it back before dark. Although I had arranged a backup with Sterling it seemed unlikely in the extreme that we'd been spending the night together in this remote location on a first date. But that didn't stop me from hoping.

"So. I have a small surprise," I told her.

"Oh! Really? You're just full of surprises. A chicken dinner in a log cabin after a horse ride? What else could a girl possibly want?" Nancy was clearly enjoying herself and I hoped the champagne would make things even better.

"First, let me escort you to the settee area." I reached out for her hand, helped her stand, then escorted her the entire two steps to the couch. I seated her then said, "Now please close your eyes and wait right here. I'll just be a minute." 

Nancy dutifully followed my instructions as I took the bottle out of the KFC bag and removed the wire that was twisted around the top of the bottle. "Okay, just another second here," I said as I tried to pop my first champagne cork. I pushed and twisted then finally a loud "POP" rang out followed by a lot of foam. 

The noise startled Nancy briefly and she flinched slightly before opening her eyes and shrieking, "Oh, my! I recognize that sound and it's one I positively love. You brought champagne! Yes!" Nancy virtually squealed the word "yes!"

"I did indeed. AND I also brought these expensive plastic cups. Do I know how to treat a girl or what?" I said as I handed one to her and poured some of the bubbly liquid into it before doing the same with my own.

I sat next to her and before offering a toast Nancy said, "You do indeed know how to treat a girl. And...well...if I may say...I love it when you call me a girl. It makes me feel young again and...special."

I let her finish then said, "Nancy. That's because you ARE young and you ARE special. How can you not know that?"

She looked sad again as she said quietly, "Because I'm not blind. I look in the mirror each morning and I see the wrinkles. And the beginning of crow's feet. And sagging boobs, and..." Just then a tear fell from her eye.

I slid next to her and as I did I noticed a long mirror hanging on the wall at the other end of the cabin. It made no sense for it to be there but I had an idea. 

I brushed back the tear and said, "First a toast and then I want to show you something. No more tears, okay?" 

She blinked several times then smiled. "A toast. Definitely."

"To this. Whatever this is and wherever this may go."

We both raised our glasses and Nancy said, "To this."

"Bottoms up!" I said.

"Oh, hoh! Look who's getting all brave with the alcohol here. You sure you're up for this?" 

"Pretty sure. I'm willing to give it a whirl anyway."

We both chugged our glasses and slammed them on the table. Nancy covered her mouth to suppress her burp but I let mine rip.

"And I had such high hopes you weren't like all the other guys, Cal," Nancy said as our eyes met.

"Come here," I said.

"Where?" she asked. "There isn't exactly a lot of here in this tiny little cabin, you know."

"Just humor me, okay? Come with me." 

I took her hand and led her to the back of the room. I stood her in front of the mirror and put my hands on her shoulders. "Okay. Now I'm going to show you what the rest of the world sees and what you're missing. Are you ready? Please pay close attention because I'm not going to repeat any of this. And no more tears, okay?"

"Okay. I promise." 

I reached up and pulled off the scrunchie holding her hair in a ponytail and let it fall to her shoulders. I stepped closer so that the front of my body was now touching the back of hers. I moved my mouth very close to her left ear and said quietly, "The first thing we see is this long, beautiful, soft, silky hair that frames this very pretty face." I pulled her hair back into a temporary ponytail again to highlight her face. My cheek was now next to hers as I let her hair fall back on her shoulders while still behind her ears. 

I used my index finger to draw an imaginary circle around her face before saying, "And this beautiful face is the next thing the world sees. It's the home of these two exquisitely beautiful eyes that sparkle to the world. They are the windows into the most beautiful soul on earth. Then there's this very cute little nose right here..." I touched it the way a father would his daughter's and continued, "Which is right next to these high, sexy cheekbones which would be the envy of any model." I ran my fingers along them and then down toward her lips. "And right here we have two perfectly full, extremely soft..." I pressed my cheek against hers and said, "Very kissable lips." 

I felt Nancy shudder and gasp slightly as I turned her head just enough for our lips to meet. I kissed her softly for the first time. It was more of light brush over her lips than an actual kiss but still...

"Mmmm. Go on, please. What else does everyone else see?" she said in a husky whisper. I felt her push back with her soft, round ass which met my growing erection. Another soft moan from her.

I traced a line from her lips down to her neck. "From there we see a very thin, very feminine neck that every man wants to...kiss over and over like this."

"And?" Nancy gasped.

I ran my hands down the sleeves of her sweater and whispered softly, "Two long, slender arms any man would love to have wrapped around him." Nancy's breathing was getting deeper and faster.

"Tell me more. Please."

I put my arms around her and laid my palms flat on her stomach. As I began sliding them upward Nancy moaned loudly. "And just below that pretty, kissable neck and hiding in the deep V of this gorgeous sweater are two perfectly shaped breasts that any man would love to caress like this." I lifted both boobs up gently before cupping them with my hands. I rolled my hands around them before quickly reaching underneath her sweater and unclasping her bra. As the straps came loose I grabbed her bare breasts and squeezed both of them firmly, massaging and kneading as I heard Nancy's moans turn into sharp cries of ecstasy.

Nancy groaned with pleasure. "Oh, fffuck!" Nancy said while biting her lip. "Don't stop!" she pleaded.

I then unsnapped her jeans and ran my hand inside until I reached her panties. "And down here is the most beautiful feature of this beautiful woman any man could ever imagine. It's right..." I lifted up the lacey material and slid my hand down until my middle finger reached her clit. She was already soaking wet. "Here." My finger pressed gently onto her button then made its way up and down its very short length.

"Oh my...GOD!" Nancy moaned loudly. I kept circling her clit even as she pushed harder against my now rock-hard cock. 

I turned her around and our mouths met hungrily for the first time. Tongues swirling as our bodies pressed hard on one another. "Can you please just fucking fuck me for Christ's sake?" she whimpered as our kisses grew more passionate. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where I gently laid her down on the solid wooden-framed bed. 

"Get these clothes of me NOW. Please!" Nancy begged. I pulled off her boots, jeans, and panties then reached for her sweater. "Not my sweater," she said. "Leave it on. Fuck me in it. Please?" I did...twice. And then again the next morning and many more times before our incestual relationship eventually ended due to circumstances neither of us could change.