21 comments/ 41963 views/ 45 favorites Big Cousin Obsession By: Big Cousin Obsession /////////////// Derek drove the short 20 minute journey to the beaches of Carcavelos, enjoying being behind the wheel, even if was a 7-seater car. As they got off the car, he stayed behind slightly to make sure no one had left anything inside. As he was following the rest of his friends, he felt his bottom being squished by a small pair of hands and knew instantly who'd also stayed behind. 'Don't grab a gun if you're not going to shoot.' He remarked. 'In a bit. And I'm not the one who's going to do the shooting.' Sarah responded, smirking her way past him. Their first priority when they reached the sand was to take a dip in the sea, marvelling at the way they could stay in it for nearly an hour without getting uncomfortable. Derek remained there the longest, savouring the feeling, as he hadn't swum in over three weeks. Only Mark's challenge for a volleyball match got him out for a while, before he made his way to his towel to sunbathe. He didn't exactly know for how long he lay there with his eyes closed, however he did remember the moment he woke up. It was with somebody's water covered body on top of his back, the cold numbing his skin and making him gasp. At first he thought it was Sarah, but the bulges he felt on his back were smaller than Sarah's. 'Lara?' 'Come on, get up, I want to go for a run.' She answered. 'Well, there are nicer ways to do wake someone up.' He complained as he got up. 'Anyone else up for a race?' Lauren asked, ignoring Derek's comment. 'No, thank you. We're normal people.' Jack replied, as he sunbathed. 'Come on.' Derek told Lauren, putting an arm around her shoulders to guide her along to the edge of the water. They decided to go for a jog by the sea, making their way through the various beaches. He focused on his breathing to keep up. Lauren had been participating in gymnastics competitions since she was 5, so she was no slouch. Swimming, though, was one of the very best sports to gain resistance, so Derek paced himself, not bothering to overtake her, despite Lauren's constant reminders that he was behind a girl. After about 20 minutes, he saw his opportunity and giving himself an extra bit of speed overtook her, staying in front until he saw a nice place to stop. It was a beach pontoon that stretched a good 50 meters into the sea. Passing by a few fishermen, Derek and Lauren sat next to each other at the far end, their legs on the rocks that stopped the approaching waves. For a while they were in silence, regaining their breaths, until Lauren spoke. 'One of these days I'm going to beat you.' 'You're in shape. It's just a matter of pacing yourself better.' Derek replied, raising himself on his elbows. 'You're too hard on yourself at the start.' 'I want to be in the front, it makes me feel in control.' 'What's the use of feeling in control if you're not? I let you feel in control, while being the one who actually had it. Sometimes it's best to hang back and wait your turn to pounce.' Unnoticed by Derek, who was watching the waves, Lauren had a sly smile on her face. 'You may have a point...' she simply said. Speaking of which... she thought, not actually saying it aloud. 'Are you and Sarah actually going to do something or what?' Derek didn't bother to deny it. 'I don't know... I don't think she does either...' 'Well, the mystery is part of the charm in these things, no?' when he gave a slight puff, she pushed on. 'What is it? Come on you can talk to me...' He seemed to wrestle with the idea for a few seconds, before straightening himself and crossing his legs, apparently having made his mind up. 'When I was 16, I sort of did something dumb with Sarah...' 'Oh, is this the story of how you told her that you were into her?' interrupted Lauren, not able to contain herself. 'Sorry...' She instantly said. 'How did...? Sarah?' 'Yeah, she kind of told me. But she said she thinks it's really cute!' 'Oh yes, nothing's cutter than me telling someone I like them by almost making it look like a marriage proposal...' he said ironically. 'I thought it was pretty sweet.' Lauren told him sincerely. 'Yeah, well... She said no, and it was awkward for a bit, but we've forgotten about it and moved on. We started... this a few months ago. We basically agreed it was just a fling thing...' 'But you want more. You love her.' She said, again with the some strange tone she'd used before, that day. Her tone was back to normal when she continued. 'You were hoping she'd feel the same way back.' 'On some level, I guess... I mean, look at me. I have a free pass for the body of the woman I love, and yet I'm complaining away. It's just...' he seemed hesitant, but he looked Lauren in the eyes when he said. 'I can do casual. Just not with her.' Lauren put her hand on his face, not in a sexual way, but a mere closeness to relax Derek. He closed his eyes momentarily, and exhaled deeply, before reopening them. 'Do you want my advice?' 'No, I just like bothering you with my problems to make you miserable...' he said, making a smirk to which Lauren responded with a frump. 'Go ahead.' 'Talk to her. You're having sex, and feeling miserable about it afterwards: I think there's a law against that!' Derek laughed at that. 'You deserve to be with someone who loves you back. Even if you love her, it means nothing if she doesn't love you. Talk with her. For better or worse, you'll know.' Derek changed his position, lying down with his head resting on her crossed legs, and closed his eyes. 'Sometimes I forget how grown up you are...' He patted her jokingly on the head. 'I'm just so proud.' He added, pretending to be keeping tears away. 'Ha, ha. Bite me.' 'Love you too, Lara.' /////////////// Around 5 pm they arrived at the hotel again, to take a shower and relax, before having dinner. Afterwards, they would go back to the same beach, as they'd discovered a nice beachside place they could go clubbing to. Meg, Kath and Lauren had made their way upstairs to shower and had returned to the hotel's little park, where the boys and Sarah sat talking. Sarah went upstairs to take a bath as well, and after a few minutes Lauren told Derek she'd forgotten her watch upstairs and asked him if she could get it for her. As he closed the door of the room Lauren and Sarah were sharing behind him, a pair of hands closed his eyes. 'Keep them closed.' He heard Sarah whisper. 'Are you crazy?' 'Shhh...' He heard the door lock click behind him, and decided to do what she'd said. Feeling something cover his eyes, Derek took just a few moments to realise. It's one of her bras. He felt himself grow a little with the situation. Then the knot in his shorts started being fiddled with. 'Sarah, I sweated like a pig from the run, and then swam in salty water...' 'Let me worry about that.' He felt his trunks go down, and instantly her mouth was on his entire still soft cock. Derek hissed. Sarah held nothing back and whilst always keeping her lips sealed on his penis, worked absolute wonders with her tongue. It just never stopped moving. He felt it, at the hole of his cock, then at the very base of his shaft, then drawing constant and fast circles around the tip of his manhood. In no time he began to harden enough to hit the back of Sarah's throat. As soon as it happened Sarah released him, making Derek feel his member colder in the hotel room air than it had been inside Sarah's warm and moist mouth. He also felt her saliva slowly dripping from his rock hard dick. A sudden suction to his right testicle let him know that she had now focused her attentions lower. Making sure that her suction wasn't too hard to hurt him but hard enough for him to feel it, she vacuumed his scrotum into her mouth, using her tongue to move the testicle inside it in the most deliciously pleasurable way possible. Derek suddenly realised that he was moaning seriously loud. His left nut got the same treatment afterwards before Sarah engulfed his cock in her mouth again, returning it to the warmth. Derek was amazed at how much he was feeling with his eyes blind folded, his other senses heightened to provide with the ultimate blowjob pleasure. Sarah just went crazy with it, as she started bobbing up and down at speed, Derek felling the head of his cock just grazing the back of her throat rhythmically. Already fired up from the treatment she'd given his bollocks, Derek took no time to be on the verge of unleashing. He realised, as he felt himself explode, that he had failed to warn her. She made a slight gagging sound, but swallowed the majority of his sperm. A few final licks were placed on his tip, until he hissed from being too sensitive post-orgasm. Still blinded, he relied on his hearing to notice she got up to his height (or as close to it as she could manage...). The bra was removed and he opened his eyes. Sarah's hair was slightly out of place, but the most noticeable bit was that she had cum going from the corner of her mouth to her chin, from where there were two or three drops dripping through her neck. 'Sorry, you got me a little excited to remember to tell you...' he said apologetically. 'Am I that distracting?' she purred. 'How are you going to make it up?' Lowering himself slightly, Derek placed his lips next to her collar bone, before using his tongue to slowly go up, gathering his cum as he did until he reached her chin. After giving it a playful bite he made his tongue continuing its progress along to her lips, forcing them to part and give way to it. Sarah then made a circle with her lips, encircling his tongue and going up and down on it, as she had been doing just seconds before on his cock. 'You've made a good start, but it's still not completely even...' she said when they parted their mouths for a few seconds. 'Oh, but we are only just beginning.' He replied, as he resumed kissing her. Putting his arms under her buttocks, he lifted her, feeling her legs instantly wrap around his hips and her arms encircle his neck. He carried her towards her bed, lowering her onto it before making her lie down. 'Close your eyes.' When she did, he placed the bra over her eyes in the same way she'd done to him. Derek noticed her smirking. 'Whatever shall you do to me?' Sarah asked, seductively. 'I guess we'll find out...' Derek whispered back. Her clothes were still on, but he decided to let the panties of her swimsuit on. He made his way to the other side of the bed, taking his shirt off in the process, making him naked at last, and took away Sarah's t-shirt and the top of her swimsuit. Derek couldn't stop staring at her breasts, marvelling at the sheer size and roundness of them. That said, he decided to go slowly. He began by massaging the area around her shoulders and neck, deliberately ignoring her breasts. It didn't take long before she became impatient, and when that happened Derek almost innocently passed his palms through her boobs, not stopping but continuing to her belly and then the sides. Sarah's disappointed sigh escaped her lips, and Derek decided to stop teasing her. He grabbed each boob by the handful, closing his hands. Moving his fingers around, he touched every millimetre of her gorgeous mounts before capturing a nipple between his fingers. Moans filled the room, as Derek began to gently suck on them, making as much suction as he could for about 10 seconds before giving them a bite. He let go of the nipple long enough for Sarah to feel the cold of the room on her hot erect nipple before he used his thumb and index finger to twist it deliciously, an acute hissing sound escaping her lips. He couldn't tell how long he kept doing it, randomly picking one of her breasts, making it impossible for her to even expect or prepare for the pain. After a while though, he heard her voice, a mixture of lust, frustration and eagerness. 'Derek, please...' Sarah begged. 'Please, what?' Derek asked, continuing to twist her left nipple. Even though she was blindfolded, his weight on the bed and the angle from which he was teasing her gave away where he was. Almost as if she hadn't had anything covering her eyes, she grabbed his face with both hands, bringing his ear right to her mouth, liking it seductively before whispering without any trace of pleading in her voice. 'Derek, I need your big cock on my body, stretching me until I can't take any more of it inside me, you on top of me fucking without holding back.' To reinforce the point Sarah bit his earlobe in the most delicious way that was humanly possible. 'Yes, ma'am,' was his out of breath reply. Once again moving to the other side of the bed, Derek hurriedly removed the bottom of Sarah's swimsuit from her. He thought of tasting her pussy, but the slight sting of her bite on his earlobe and the sheer wetness of her slit was enough to convince him to do as she said. He sank his knees on the mattress, positioned between her legs which instantly went to their usual position: wrapped around his hips. He'd come to love this aspect of making love to her. How it transmitted her eagerness to have his meat inside her, the possessiveness towards him, and it made him feel like her body was his to do as he pleased while they were doing it. Feeling like it was pretty much impossible to be any harder than he already was, Derek used his hand to direct his penis, first nestling it between her pussy lips, watching it tear its way through them, exposing her wet hole and feeling it become slippery, then using that very same slipperiness to circle around her clit. His reward were Sarah's loud whimpering noises, her empty hands caressing the same nipples Derek had just had in his mouth, hands and fingers. Almost cumming at the sight, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly but firmly entering her, the familiar suction of her pussy gripping like an old friend. He didn't waste any time, and started to pump away. It was heaven, his cock tearing through her at rapid pace searching for the sweet nectar that was pouring from within her. To Derek's surprise, he felt the walls of her hole closing around him, spasming like electricity was running through them, his balls feeling completely soaked from the squirt Sarah had managed to produce. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, as the vision of her squeezing her nipples from her breasts did the job for Derek. He came violently whatever amounts of seed his balls had managed to produce in just a few minutes. Falling on top of her, Derek felt completely content, his dick still at the exact same size within Sarah, her rock hard nipples poking at the skin of his chest, her legs firmly holding him in place, her face flushed, and their breaths fast and furious. 'I don't ever want you to stop fucking me!' Sarah shouted, unexpectedly, making Derek give a slight jolt, which made her laugh out loud, which in turn made him do the same. /////////////// Each of them went to his room to shower, Derek feeling even stickier than he had when he left the beach. He had suggested them showering together, but Sarah had told him it was too risky since his cousin could come back in any second. His cousin pretty much knew all about it, and everyone else they cared about suspected, but Derek didn't feel like starting a dumb argument after what had happened. As he was showering in his room, though, he decided that the potential argument he could be having would be worth making certain things clear for himself. As he was about to knock, Lauren opened the door. They both laughed at the fright they gave each other. 'Sorry, it's just that you came up here to get my watch and never came back. I'll cover you and say you fell asleep in your room.' Again with that fucking voice! She used her weird tone on the last sentence. What was up with her? Shrugging, Derek entered through the open door, closing it behind him, and looking for Sarah. He stopped just next to the door to her bedroom. Sarah was getting ready for dinner, her panties the only clothing on her. Still oblivious to not being alone she continued to dress herself, facing a mirror where Derek could see her entire body except her face and not be seen by her. Not that he needed to see her face. He knew it by heart. Her hair was a bushy dark colour, curling weirdly in the cutest way he'd ever imagined possible, even though she often complained about it. The beautiful mixture of brown and green in her eyes, the tiny nose, the plum lips that were most beautiful when she smiled the special smile she reserved to her closest friends , which Derek had come to adore to see. She was... Sarah. The woman he loved. The woman who he'd been making love to the past few months. Glancing at the door and then a final time at Sarah, who was putting her bra on, Derek silently made his way out of the room, all thoughts of the conversation he planed vanished. /////////////// The night club they decided to go to was amazingly cool. It was on the same beach Derek and Lauren had had their run on, and it wasn't actually indoors, simply having a roof held up by a couple of supports but no walls. That meant they had a clear view of the sea by night, which was actually calmer than usual. Every single song that was played was pretty good by Derek's standards, not just the usual mix of noise that the mainstream clubs liked passing around. So good in fact that Derek didn't mind getting dragged off by Lauren to dance for quite a while, her cheerful company lighting him up. Eventually the songs became less appealing and they made their way back towards the rest of their group, which were sat around a bed-like sitting area which had its back towards the beach. Most of them were there, just the usual suspects missing (Kath and Jack), still on the dance floor. Derek sat next to Sarah and Mark, chatting away. When the music went to one of his favourite singers, Derek couldn't help himself and whispered into Sarah's ear. 'Shall we dance, milady?' he asked with an exaggerated accent. 'Derek...' her response had a slightly reproachful tone to it. 'What is it? 'Are you crazy? Do you want to put a sign saying we're together?' 'And that would be bad, because...?' Derek surprised himself with the harshness of his own tone. Sarah looked at him warily before speaking. 'Mark, I love this song, would you mind dancing with me for a bit?' Poor Mark had been looking anywhere but them during their discussion, trying to keep himself away from what he immediately understood to be an intimate discussion, but now he'd been brought in unaware. He shot a few questioning glances at Derek before replying. 'Hmm, yeah... Sure, Sarah.' As they left, Mark looked once more to Derek, who made a point of maintaining a neutral face, looking at Sarah to make sure his friend knew it wasn't him he was upset with. Drinking the rest of Sarah's vacated drink, he waited until Meg went to get a drink for herself and Lauren, before approaching his cousin. 'Do you mind doing me a favour, Lara?' he asked with his eyes still locked on Sarah dancing. /////////////// Sitting in the cold sand, Derek had his back turned towards the club, looking directly in front to the waves, feeling almost hypnotised by them, their constant flow strangely calming. Because of this he didn't notice Sarah approaching, until she was sitting next to him. For a while they stood in silence, but Derek knew Sarah would break it eventually. He was the quiet one, whilst she couldn't remain silent for too long. 'Okay, you can't really be upset about that, it was just a slight tease... I mean,... look I'm sorry if I didn't dance with you, but you keep behaving as though we're a couple, and I...' Big Cousin Obsession 'I love you.' Derek cut her sentence short, watching her mouth fall open and her eyes widening. 'Derek...' she began. 'I've loved you for years. After I tried my luck that time, I told myself that if you weren't interested the best thing to do would be to let it go. And I thought I had managed it, but since that night after the swimming competition, you've been slowly reminding me of every single reason why I fell in love with you in the first place.' He spoke, his words quick, trying to tell her everything he felt before he chickened out. Their eyes were locked. Sarah swallowed dry before speaking again. 'When we began this you told me you were fine with being just friends with benefits.' 'And you believed me?' She ignored the question. 'Look, you're overreacting. I'm really, really sorry about the dance with Mark, I... I don't know what else to say. But we don't need to rush into something, have you imagined how the others would react to...' 'Oh, please!' he interrupted. 'Everyone either suspects or knows that we've been having sex. Hell, Jack and Kath are pretty much officialised as a couple. No one cares! They're just happy for them!' he got up in his exasperation, giving a few paces before sitting down again, this time in front of her. 'I don't want to hide anymore. I want to actually be with you! I want to be able to dance with you, kiss you without worrying if someone is watching...' 'I can't.' Sarah replied. 'Of course you can! We're already doing it anyway... We can barely keep our hands off each other, we're constantly around one another and we go to each other to talk about everything.' 'No, Derek, I can't.' Sarah said firmly. 'That's not something I want right now! I don't want you looking at me like that! Because then I know you'll want more. First I'll freak out every time we're somewhere together because you'll want to propose; then, you'll expect me to want to have kids. I don't want that pressure on me! Even if it isn't yours, it will be from our friends, my parents, you parents... I can't deal with it.' 'Sarah, we don't have to rush into anything. I just...' 'No. I'm not negotiating this, Derek!' she said terminally. Derek looked to a distant place above her shoulder. He was delaying the inevitable and he knew it. He looked back to her face, apprehension all over it, as she waited for his reaction. 'You're right. This isn't something we can negotiate. We either feel the same or we don't.' 'Exactly.' 'Which is why we should stop doing what we've been doing.' 'What!?' His eyes never left hers, and he knew he needed to persevere to go through with what he was about to do. 'I've loved every second of the times we've been making love, but I always knew deep down that I was expecting you to slowly warm up to the idea of us being together. I see now that it's not going to happen, and I can't go on like we've been.' 'No, no, no. Derek, please.' He'd predicted this moment could happen. Sarah put her hands on his face, pulling him just inches away from her. Her voice had almost hissed in the last word. 'We can stay the way we are... I want us to stay like this.' He felt her kissing his neck, saying a word between each of the kisses as she made her way up. 'I. Want. You. And. You. Want. Me.' To reinforce her point, she kissed him passionately. It wasn't an "in love" kiss, it was something more primal, filled with the promise of sex, Derek thought, as he felt his lower lip being tugged by her teeth. His defences were crumbling; her body was so tantalisingly close, her familiar scent making him question if he should give in... Get a grip, Derek! He broke away, feeling his breath rushed. 'I'm sorry Sarah, but I know how this finishes and I can't have that. No!' he had to grab her shoulders away from him, as she was about to ignore him and plunge back in. Her face was betraying her emotions, as embarrassment from Derek's brisk rejection showed itself. Getting up, she hurried away from him, and Derek could have sworn he saw the beginning of tears building up on her face, but resisted the urge to go after her. Turning himself towards the sea again, he managed to keep his mind blank until he heard footsteps near him again. For an instant, he felt a jump in his stomach, thinking that Sarah had changed her mind, but that was too hopeful. 'How'd it go?' Lauren asked. 'Well, Sarah told me she wanted us to continue having sex all day long, and I said no. Because, you know, I'm a fucking genius...' Lauren lowered herself to his level, before surprising him by sitting on his lap. She used her fingers to remove a solitary tear that he hadn't even noticed was on his face, kissing the path it had crossed. Then she hugged him tightly, and Derek responded by doing the same. They stayed in that position for what felt like hours. PART THREE October arrived before Derek and Sarah started to behave normally around each other. Derek's worst fears were confirmed after the first week back from their trip, as Sarah seemed to find every excuse to not be around the apartment. In fact he couldn't remember a single conversation that lasted longer than a few seconds between them during that week. Little improvement occurred until the end of September, but the worst part was that their friends had instantly noticed the coldness between them and began to give them concerned looks. Worst than their concern though, was their pity. At first Derek couldn't really understand why, but about a month after he realized that they realized, even faster than him, that he'd lost his best friend, possibly for good. The ultimate sign that all was wrong between them was when Sarah finally had an actual conversation with him. It was to tell him that she'd gotten an offer to go work for a few months in Germany. And that she'd said yes. A few days after Sarah had left, Derek got a call as he made his way home from work. 'Hello?' 'Hey, Der! How's it going?' He instantly recognised Lauren's voice, and surprised himself with his enthusiasm. 'Lara! Everything's cool... To what do I owe the pleasure, baby cousin?' 'Well, I've gotten an internship at this tech company and it's on your side of town.' 'Congratulations!' after she was silent for a while, his brain finally clicked. 'Oh! You're looking for a place to stay?' 'You are the dumbest smart person I've ever met, honestly...' Lauren joked. 'No, I enjoy driving for an hour to get from home to work.' 'Yeah, yeah... You know, you can stay with me, Sarah went to Germany for while on work, so her room is empty if you want it.' 'How are you holding up with that?' Lauren asked, obviously about Sarah's absence, her voice with the same weird edge as before. 'So, you want to be roommates or what?' Derek said, dismissing her question. Lauren took the hint. 'Yes! It's going to be awesome! Prepare yourself for movie sessions, Der. I'll call you again when I have everything sorted so that I can move in, okay?' 'Awesome, can't wait.' 'I love you.' 'Love you too, Lara.' When the call ended Derek was feeling cheerful once again. He told himself that it was just the prospect of his cousin being around him more than ever, which wasn't at all far from the truth. /////////////// A few days later all the details were agreed and even though he had work that day, Derek left Lauren an extra set of keys and told her he'd use his lunch hour to help her move in. When he got back home Lauren was already there, slowly moving boxes from her car to the apartment. He helped her out with what remained, carrying the heavier boxes of her books, before they sat down on the sofa. 'Thanks for the help, Der. Hope you aren't getting into any trouble at work...' 'Don't worry about it. Besides, the boss owed a couple of hours as a favour from a while ago, so...' She kissed him on the cheek, before resting her head on his shoulder as they watched the lunch hour news. Without even thinking about it, Derek wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting on Lauren's hip. Her body heat next to him made his brain bring up a few scenarios that he immediately dismissed as the product of 3 months without having sex. They ate on the couch as well, and when it was time to get back to work, Derek got up and made his way to the door. After Lauren could no longer see him, he finally arranged himself, feeling himself not to be completely limp. 3 months. He thought. That's all there is to it. He found it hard to stay focussed the rest of the day, his mind seemingly very keen on creating scenarios where Lauren ended up in his arms, kissing him, her hands firmly on his back. A couple of times his co-workers actually looked at him funny because he was almost constantly shaking his head to make the image go away. As Derek was making his way back home, he tried to reason it all. She was his cousin. The fact that she happened to now be a beautiful woman had nothing to... Stop. They'd always been very close, their family often joked about Lauren's big cousin crush, but that was a reference to their hugging and how they were around each other in general, not... whatever it was his mind was trying to string up now. You picked her up from school in your car when she was in the 5th grade, Derek... That seemed to work for the meantime, his attraction subdued. When he entered the apartment, Derek noticed that Lauren wasn't around, eventually finding a note near the telephone. Hey, Der. Went to the gym for a couple of hours. I'll make dinner as a" thank you" for the apartment. I'M NOT ASKING. I know you well enough to know you'd make it yourself if I didn't use capitals... :P Your Lara. Exercise wasn't a bad idea, now that Derek thought of it. Not just because he wanted to kill a little bit of time, but also because Lauren's last words had the nasty effect of making his thoughts return to the forbidden zone. So he quickly put on his Lakers shirt, put on some shorts and sneakers and went for a run around the park. Feeling the need to burn the weird vibe he felt himself in, Derek didn't go for his usual pace that, just like when he chased Lauren in Portugal, meant he could finish the run without feeling too tired. He forced himself to keep a faster pace for an entire hour which left his muscles wrecked. Sweat was also completely pouring from him, which reminded him once more of one of the reasons swimming was his favourite sport. Not feeling himself sweat whilst underwater. Water was running when he opened the door to the apartment, which meant Lauren was taking a shower. Derek forced himself to stay away from the bathroom, keeping himself busy by preparing his own shower. He got a clean towel from his wardrobe, taking his shirt off and putting it in the washing bin. Giving the kitchen a quick glance he decided to save his cousin some trouble and started to set the table. Just a few seconds after he started, the water stopped in the bathroom. 'You are one sneaky bastard, what did I tell you?' Lauren said behind him, making Derek give a slight jump, since he'd not heard the bathroom door. 'You said that I shouldn't make dinner. You didn't say anything about laying the table.' 'Did you go running?' she changed the subject, tracing a finger through his spine, Derek feeling the goose bumps appearing in its path. He turned around to stop her, which proved to be a bad decision, as he was greeted by the sight of Lauren with nothing on but her towel. Her hair was still wet, her lips curled into a lovely smile, her cleavage open just enough to keep him wondering, and (Derek was almost sure this was his imagination playing tricks on him) she seemed to be irradiating heat. After a few seconds he remembered she'd asked him a question. 'Running. Yes, I went running. I just felt like it.' Derek said, feeling like a complete idiot with his "Me, Tarzan. You, Jane." response. 'Good idea. I'm just gonna go put something on, and I'll start making dinner, okay?' Lauren continued as though Derek hadn't completely frozen. 'Okay.' 'Der?' 'Yeah?' 'Weren't you waiting to take a shower as well? The bathroom's free again, sorry if I took too long.' 'Yes, I was. I am. Don't worry about that, you weren't in there that long. Besides you were probably sweaty as well...' 'Yeah, I was all covered in sweat.' Lauren replied, leaving the sentence in the air for a moment before continuing. 'Well, enjoy the shower, Der.' With that she placed the palm of her right hand over Derek's mouth, and leaned forward to kiss the back of the very same hand. Then she turned back to her room. After a few seconds Derek reminded himself to breathe again, having held his breath unconsciously. He and Lauren hadn't done that for years, a joke they started amongst themselves, at the time as a brotherly bond. Now, though, Derek felt something very far from brotherly towards his baby cousin. In fact he was fighting the urge to go into the room she'd just gone to, and take away that towel, caressing her breasts, kissing her lips, nibbling them... He shook his head frantically as he had at work, and quickly made his way to the bathroom. He got in the shower and used the cold tap only, his skin screaming at him to get away from the water but he held himself still. He usually did this before going into the pool, because it helped him to get in it faster, which was why now it didn't cost him too much to stay in the cold as it would to anyone else. The shower didn't really help, and when he got out in his pyjama bottoms he realized it wasn't his best decision give his state of arousal. Lauren didn't really help either. She had some white shorts on and a blue shirt, purposefully two sizes too big, meaning it gave her an even cuter demeanour. The shirt was also slightly unbuttoned, keeping Derek occupied in wondering as to the true shape of the bulges underneath. Dinner was delicious, home-made lasagna "à la Lauren" (as she herself described it). They had a nice chat, and Derek began to return slowly back to his normal self, his cousin proving to be delightful company, as he'd expected. Only he thought that she would get his mind off Sarah, and instead she was taking his mind off of the thoughts he'd had all afternoon. Afterwards, Lauren asked him if he wanted to watch a movie together. Agreeing, Derek searched the movie rent option on his television, before finding a movie that they both liked to see. Well, that she liked, and that he tolerated... He sat on the couch, his feet on the small table in front of it, whilst Lauren went to fetch a blanket covering the both of them. A little into the movie, Derek had the image of Sarah and him making love on that very same couch pop into his head. Things didn't exactly improve when his cousin started to snuggle next to his shoulder. Her heat and the steamy memory of her in a towel got him going again, his cock pulsing. Trying to politely move away from Lauren's body, he got close to the armrest, inadvertently turning his torso slightly. Lauren took the opportunity to wrap herself even closer, her head now resting on Derek's bare chest and her arm wrapped around him, her hand resting on his upper left leg. Now, he was definitely in a difficult situation. Lauren's warm breath kept making the hairs on his chest stand, her breasts resting on his sides, swaying with her breathing in a way that meant he could imagine their outline perfectly. The worst was her outstretched arm, which seemed to be causing the skin underneath his trousers to burn. Due to all of this he felt himself grow quite hard, and with her arm passing over his crotch, he was sure that she could feel his cock. Derek barely paid any attention to the movie, his senses completely occupied by the incredible body that clung to him. Every few minutes she would twitch slightly, her slight movements feeling like electricity. So when the movie finally ended, he barely took any notice. 'Good movie, actually.' Lauren said, her voice silky smooth. 'Hmm hmm.' He agreed. 'I'm pretty tired, so unless you want to do something else...' Drive my tongue in your mouth, pinch your nipples, grab every inch of your body, bury myself inside you and stay there forever. Derek thought, but managing to control himself. 'No, I'm good for today.' 'Oh, okay.' Even in his daze Derek could swear she used that weird tone again. 'I'm going to bed, then.' He was expecting what she did next, but it still gave him an adrenaline rush. Lauren put her hand over his mouth and kissed it, before making her way to her room. His heart was pounding at speed, but at least it was over... 'Der?' 'Yeah, Lara?' he tried to sound normal. 'I forgot my jacket in the living room, could you get it? I'm already in bed...' The fought of Lauren in bed, made him sprang to his feet faster than he was proud to admit. He picked it up, and opened the door to her bedroom. He hadn't quite expected the view he found when he entered. The only light was a shallow one that was produced by two candles on the cupboard. The sheets on the bed were pulled back, and oh... yes, Lauren was lying on it completely naked. Her boobs were teardrop shaped, not too big, but just as Derek expected they were perfect for her thin and tall profile. She had her legs spread, giving him an incredible view of her pussy lips which were free of hair and looked to be tightly closed around her slit, her hand standing next to them, inviting. The look on her face completed the picture, a look of pure innocence that made the scene drip with sexuality. For the second time that day he had to remind himself to breathe once more. He wasn't even sure how long he was mesmerized by what his eyes were seeing, feeling that it could have been anything from a few second to a few hours. A second look at Lauren's face, though, made him remember very acutely that it was his cousin that had created the big bulge in his pyjama trousers. 'Lauren, what are you...? We shouldn't be...' 'Why not?' 'Because you're my cousin. I... I watched you grow up. Fuck! I remember holding you when you were born!' Derek recalled. 'Exactly.' She responded, getting off the bed, and oh-so-slowly making her way to him, her hips swaying sensually. The view paralysed him once more, his limbs feeling made of stone. He didn't even manage a twitch when she wrapped his arms around his neck, her face resting just inches away from his, nipples poking at his chest, her crotch caressing his erection. 'I can't think of anyone to whom I would rather have popping my cherry.' 'Lara...' The use her nickname again, told more than Derek wanted her to know. So she continued her voice a mere purr. 'Unfortunately I don't have an actual cherry to give you. I broke my hymen a few years ago. I bought a toy and imagined you fucking me. Standing over me with your cock splitting me, moving inside me, making me beg for more...' Derek let out a groan. 'Please, Der. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember, and I know you want me too, we can both feel how hard you are, how hard you've been all night. Don't you see? We were born for this. Fuck me. Fuck your little Lara until she can't walk straight. Just like she's meant to.' Every fiber of his being had seemingly stopped doing their usual tasks to focus on the impact of Lauren's words. He felt completely crushed by the revelation, the twisted fantasy he'd busied himself creating during the day turned true. He was like a kid who'd gotten every Christmas present he wanted and was left wondering: what now?