2 comments/ 61274 views/ 11 favorites My Cousin's Wedding By: the59sound It was a beautiful spring day that had turned into an even better night. Warmer than what was usual for April but the weather seemed to be catering to the event that was taking place. It was my cousin's wedding. After a one year long engagement, the day had finally come. I was a senior in high school the year it took place. I had never seen a lot of my cousin because we lived pretty far from one another, but we always had a close relationship. Even despite the age difference, we maintained a pretty decent friendship. That's what a family oriented family will get you. She was 26 when she got married, and she was a beautiful woman. She was about five feet, eight inches tall, and had dark brown hair, and very green eyes. She had nice full breasts. They weren't big, but they were a decent C cup I expect. I never really ever found out for sure. I had only ever seen her in a bathing suit a few times, but from what I saw on those occasions, she had absolutely gorgeous legs. They were the kind that drew eyes from everywhere when they're on display. She had always been athletic, and liked to stay in shape, and it showed. The wedding service itself had been simple and quick. Soon we were at the reception dancing, drinking, and having a good time. Even though I was a minor at the time, my family was the kind that didn't mind a little underage drinking if the occasion was right, and this was one of those times. I had a nice buzz going from champagne and wine, and by the looks of things, so did everyone else. The whole time, I found myself searching out my cousin through the crowd of people. For whatever reason, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her tonight. She was absolutely stunning in her dress. It was simple, and fit her figure perfectly, accenting all her curves in all the right places. The dress even had a side slit in it on the right side that showed off her leg perfectly. I wasn't too much, but just enough. Perfect. As everyone started filling the dance floor, I made my way through the crowd and started dancing along as close to her as I could. Her newlywed husband wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I decided to be a bit daring and make my first move. I didn't know what was in my head at the moment, but I had an intuition that if I played it just right, I might be in for something great. I was dancing with a group of people to a stupid song that I forget the name of, and my cousin was dancing with another group of people right behind me. I had positioned myself perfectly. When I was sure everyone was looking elsewhere, I very quickly and casually ran my hand up the back of her thigh and to her ass, which I gave a quick squeeze. She hand an amazing ass, just as I thought she would. Nice and firm, but not too firm, and perfectly shaped. After the quick squeeze, I then pretended as if nothing had happened and went back to dancing. She had turned around, most likely expecting to see her husband, but saw only the group of people I was dancing with. She quickly went back to dancing, probably playing it off on the alcohol, and thinking she had imagined it. I did this several more times before she left the dance floor looking for her husband. Incidentally, her husband was busy talking with friends and business associates and colleagues who had made it to the wedding. They were outside in front of the reception hall smoking cigars and talking business, something that he was deeply committed to. Shortly after the groping I had given her on the dance floor, I found my cousin out on the balcony of the reception hall, and to my great astonishment, she was alone. This was a perfect time to go and talk a bit, and maybe a try a few more moves. I walked out onto the balcony with her, and closed the door behind me. She turned around and smiled when she saw me. "Hey there Jake. Having a good time?" She asked. "Oh yeah, this is a great party. I'm really happy for you Rachel" I replied. I walked up next to her and looked her up and down. Her leg was showing through the side slit on her dress, and I almost instantly got hard. Her legs were amazing. "So, are you having fun?" "Yeah, I just can't find my husband. Ha! He's probably off talking about work again. He always does that. Oh well. So, did you enjoy groping me?" Oh no...she knew it was me. That was an unexpected curve ball, but I was prepared "Ha ha oh yes. I didn't think you would even notice, but I guess I was wrong. I guess I'm just a little buzzed. I hope you don't mind?" "Not at all" She replied with a little smile, "I was actually enjoying it." "Really? Well then, maybe I shouldn't have stopped." I responded as I placed my hand on her knee and ran it up her thigh. Her thighs were nice and toned, and she was wearing white thigh high pantyhose, which made her legs feel even better. "Don't get yourself carried away mister. I'm a married woman now, and besides, we're cousins. That would be really wrong." "Well, there's no denying that then I guess, but that doesn't change the fact that you're letting my hand creep up your leg more and more." I was starting to get really hard now, and I needed to get her somewhere away from everyone else, even if it was only for a few moments. I needed to have my way with her. There was no other way to put it. She smiled as my hand crept up further and further underneath her dress now. "Well, I'm not going to prevent you from having your fun, now am I?" I couldn't believe she just said that. I grabbed her by the hand and walked to the far end of the balcony. Out on the lawn of the reception hall, a good distance away from everything else was a gazebo. No one was outside, it was dark and there were no lights. I started out across the lawn with her hand in mine, not knowing exactly what I was going to do first when I got there. "Where are we going Jake? People are going to notice that I'm not there and then they'll come looking for us. What are you doing?" "I'm doing something I think you're going to enjoy" I said quickly as we reached the gazebo. I pushed her up against a post on the far side of it and used my body to pin her against it. I ran my hand back up her leg and under her dress and started rubbing her pussy through her underwear. She was already wet, which made me want her even more. "Jake, you can't do this. Stop!" She was protesting, but only in a halfhearted way. She ran her fingers through my hair and spread her legs as I slid her underwear to the side and pushed two fingers deep inside her. She let out a soft moan and held me tighter. She kicked off her heels and wrapped one of her amazingly sexy legs around me as I fingered her faster and deeper, using my thumb to massage her clit. "It seems to me that you're quite enjoying this" I said back to her. "Stop talking, just keep going" She said back. That was all I needed to hear. I pulled her underwear down her legs and she slid them off the rest of the way. I lifter her onto the railing of the gazebo and dived underneath her dress. I pushed my two fingers back inside her and worked them in and out as my tongue flicked across her clit. She was gasping and trying hard not to be loud. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my body as I worked my tongue on her clit and slamming my fingers in and out of her. I felt her tighten around my fingers and her legs tensed up around me. She was breathing heavily and softly moaning, not letting herself get any louder in case she might be heard. As soon as she had her orgasm, I pulled her dress up and dropped my pants. My cock was so hard at this point, it was beginning to hurt. I needed to fuck her as hard as I could. She leaned back on the railing and spread her legs for me. I ran my hands up both legs, so soft and smooth in her thigh highs. They were so perfect and in shape and sexy. My cousin was hot. There was no denying that. I moved in between her legs and pushed the head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy. She looked at me, and for a brief second, I thought she was going to say stop. That we had gone too far as it is. That we should've never even started this. Then I pushed my cock into her an inch or so, and the look in her eyes was gone, replaced with a look of pure lust. I shoved my cock the rest of the way into her and started fucking her. She was tight, and more wet than any other girl I had ever been with. She dug her nails into my back, ran her fingers through my hair, and tried so hard not to make too much noise, that if I hadn't known any better, I would say she was enjoying this more than I was. My thrusts were slow and steady, not wanting this to be over before it had to be. I wanted to take my time with her, keep my cock buried inside her for as long as I could. She kept moving her legs up and down my body as I fucked her, the feeling of her pantyhose on my skin was very arousing to me, and she could see exactly what she was doing to me so she made no attempt to stop. I moved my hips carefully, trying to keep the pace slow, but she was so eager to be fucked, that it was hard not to, and eventually I gave in. I began slamming my cock into her faster and harder. I wanted to get deeper inside her and she let me, spreading her legs and repositioning herself so I could do just that. I was trying as hard as I could not to cum. I didn't want to. Not yet. I wasn't done, but she was so wet, and warm that it was sending me close to the edge. As I kept fucking her, she started getting close to a second orgasm. She, once again, tightened her legs around me and I knew what was coming. Her pussy tightened around my cock, and as soon as it did, I started shooting my load deep inside her. I moaned softly with her as my cock filled her pussy with my cum. For several moments we just sat there, and came down from the high we were just on. My cock was still buried deep inside her, and was still hard. Her pussy was still tightening occasionally around it, the last few waves of her orgasm were finally subsiding. We looked at each other for a moment, and then kissed. It wasn't a long passionate kiss, or anything like that. It was more of a, 'Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this' kiss. She put her underwear and heels back on as I got dressed, and we walked hand in hand back to the reception hall. As soon as we got back inside, her husband was right there, asking where she had been, and saying he had been looking all over for her. She smiled at me and then looked at her new husband and said "My cousin and I were just catching up", and with that, she went with him and soon after they left for their hotel room and honeymoon. The first encounter with my cousin was one that I'll never forget, but it wasn't the only time it had happened. Over the next couple of years, we would have several moments of lust filled romps, but those are stories for other times. My Cousin's Wedding This actually happened a little over 4 years ago. My brother, Paul, and I were the normal brother and sister most of our lives. I am almost two years younger than him. We fought like normal teens, then found we actually liked each other in college. Over the years we have spent a lot of time together, along with our families. We are both happily married and have children, my two and his three. I am not any kind of a hot babe, I am 5'4" tall, longish hair, stay trim but my boobs are only 34A. Paul is 5'10", also trim and I have always thought of him as handsome. I was not a wild girl growing up or in college and my husband, Tim, is the only man I had ever slept with. Paul had a couple of girl friends before he met and married Susan. I was pretty sure Susan was not his first and only. Four years ago one of my younger cousins got married. The wedding was in Texas while we both live in southwest Washington state. Because of the distance, the cost of travel and the fact that our spouses did not really know our cousin, we finally agreed Paul and I would fly down to Texas and we could share a room with two beds at the motel and save money. Everyone agreed the plan made sense. In early June my husband drove us to Portland airport and we flew to San Antonio. Because of all the events we ended up flying out on Wednesday to be at the rehearsal on Thursday and then we would be leaving Texas on Sunday. The flight was uneventful and I had a good time visiting with Paul. The surprise occurred when we opened the door to our motel room and discovered it only had one bed. We considered our options, but finally decided since it was a king sized bed there was no reason we could not share it. We changed in to swimsuits and headed for the motel pool. I had taken along a two piece bikini that was not too daring, but showed plenty of skin. I liked it when Paul commented on how good I looked in it. After swimming, we took turns in the shower and got dressed to go meet relatives. Wednesday evening was spent visiting my aunt and uncle along with my cousin Beth and her fiance, Tom. At the end of the evening Paul drove us back to the motel in the car we had rented. I was mildly shocked when the motel clerk said, "Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Brown" as we entered the motel lobby and headed for the stairs. For bed I wore a red nighty the came to high mid thigh with white panties. The nightie was not see through, but if I did not move carefully Paul was likely to get a glimpse of my panties. I remembered how I used to tease him by arranging for him to see up my skirt when we were still teens and plotted. I knew he never avoided the opportunity for a peek and I wondered. I was sitting on the couch watching tv as Paul came out of the bathroom dressed in boxers and a t-shirt. I had my legs crossed and my panties were exposed, but I shifted my position to be more modest. We watched the news and then we got in bed. The size of the bed made it easy to get to sleep without being so aware of my brother in the same bed. I woke up at a little before 8 the next morning to the very nice feeling of my husband spooning with me. I could feel his erection against my backside and his hand was under my nightie cupping my left breast. As I wiggled against him his hand went from my breast to rubbing me gently through my panties. That was when I suddenly realized it was Paul, not Tim. I eased out of his reach and got out of bed to use the bathroom. When I came out again, Paul was awake. I asked if he minded if I took the first shower. While I gathered panties, bra and dress for the day, Paul used the bathroom. I was bending over my suitcase when he came out. I knew he could see my panties and I was pleased. I could not help but think of Paul's hands on me as I showered. When I got done I realized I had not brought my deodorant in with me. Wrapped in a towel, opened the door and went to my suitcase to get it. Feeling really daring, I wanted Paul to see more of me. Back in the bathroom, I did not close the door completely and pretended I did not know he could see me in the mirror as I took off the towel, applied the deodorant and put on my panties and bra before lowering my dress over my head. The day was nice. I went shopping in San Antonio with Beth and Aunt Diane while Paul spent part of the day with Diane's husband. When we got back to the house Paul and I went back to the motel to go swimming before changing for the rehearsal and dinner. As I was getting my swimsuit out Paul said, "You know, I saw you naked this morning as you got dressed after your shower." I acted shocked and asked, "How?" Paul replied, "When you went back into the bathroom you did not shut the door all the way and I could see you in the mirror." I managed to act embarrassed and even turned red. "How much could you see?" "Pretty much everything. Julie, you looked good." That really pleased me, and made me blush again, I said, "Pervert." He just smiled. I asked, "Do you want to see more?" He smiled some more and said, "It is up to you." I commented, "Well, no point in me hiding in the bathroom again then." as I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it. Then I removed my bra and panties before putting on my swimsuit. Paul just stood there and I asked, "Aren't you going to change?" He then undressed completely and pulled on his trunks. I enjoyed the chance to admire his penis. After swimming I took a quick shower and came out with my towel around me. Paul went into the bathroom for a shower while I got dressed. At 5:30 we were all at the church for the rehearsal and then went to Tom's parent's house for a real nice barbeque dinner. I ate about the right amount but drank more than I usually do. I was a little light headed from the drinks when we got back to the motel. We sat on the couch together to watch some tv. After a while I leaned against Paul and he put his arm around my shoulders. I lay back in his lap and suddenly he leaned down and kissed me. That broke all the barriers. As I kissed him back, he put his hand down my dress and gently rubbed my breast under my bra. After a while Paul slipped his other hand between my legs and gently rubbed my inner thighs before resting the edge of his hand in such a way it was rubbing my clit. He unbuttoned my dress and opened it while I opened his pants. As Paul removed my panties, I was thinking I really should stop this before it got too far, but I was really wanting to feel him in me. So I was laying on my back on the couch, my dress open, my panties off and my bra undone. Paul was naked by then and as he got between my legs he asked if I wanted him to stop. I told him, "No, I need to feel you in me. Make love to me." The feeling as the head of his penis went between my labia was electric. I shivered as he entered me. He began a slow and gentle in and out stroking as he brought me to a powerful climax. I wrapped my legs around him and held him tight against me as my vagina pulsed around his penis. Soon, he was moving again, picking up speed until he suddenly pushed deep into me and I felt delicious the pulsing of his penis as he came against my cervix. I felt so good lying there with Paul on top of me as his penis slowly softened and slipped out of me with a little plop. I got a kleenex and wiped, then discarded the rest of my clothes before getting into bed. Paul was right there with me and I cuddled against him before going to sleep. When I woke up in the morning it was to Paul stroking my hip and up to my breasts. I wanted him in me, but had to get up to pee first. I got back in bed, rolled onto my back and Paul got on top of me again. Afterwards we showered together and then got dressed. Since nothing was planned for the day, we decided to see San Antonio and enjoy each other as we had never done before. We saw the Alamo and other sights, holding hands, kissing and acting like the lovers we were being. The river walk is really beautiful and romantic and I felt so good as my dress brushed against me legs making me feel particularly feminine. We had lunch alongside the river then headed back to our motel for another swim. Our swim was delayed. As we undressed in front of each other we came together in a kiss. I could feel Paul's excitement against my belly and he pushed me back on the bed. Then instead of kissing me more, his head went between my legs and I felt his tongue first lick my clitoris, then pushing into my vagina. I was desperate to have him in me by the time he moved up and began to move the shaft of his penis between my labia and over my clitoris. When he finally entered me it took my breath away. I felt so close to my brother afterwards as we lazily swam in the pool and kissed like lovers. The rest of the weekend was pretty much more of the same. We pretty much kept our distance from each other at the wedding reception, but were back in each others arms as soon as we got back to the motel. Sunday, we had to get up early for our flight. We slept long enough that we did not have time for sex before we showered and got dressed to check out. We held hands at the airport but started to separate during the flight back to Portland. Both of our spouses met us at the airport and then I was home with my husband. As he made love to me right after we got home I thought of how special my trip had been and responded very strongly. It has been four years now. Paul and I get together on occasion. Sometimes at our homes, sometimes outside, especially when the weather is nicer. Since we are sister and brother, there is nothing suspicious about our being together, so it is not hard to find an opportunity. We had another trip together for a funeral two years ago and again shared a room. It is so easy and so fun.