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Cousins Celebrate Christmas Pt. 01

By: WoeIsMe



Hey guys, this series has five parts in it, just as a head's up. It's all gay and it's all incest. You've been warned.

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It's December 19th, and my parents and I are off to my Aunt and Uncle's for dinner. It's kind of a celebratory thing. Today was my last day of high school. I took some extra courses throughout the summer, instead of working, and I finished up early. My cousin Colton says that I try too hard to be smart. But it's not really that I'm smart, I'm just good at time management.

Colton's the smart one. He graduated last year, but he started working in the summer before grade eleven at an auto shop. He's been working there for three years, and he makes a pretty decent amount of cash, from what he's told me. And he actually has a dependable source of income for the foreseeable future. Me? I'm totally strapped. 

To be honest though, he doesn't really need to work. His parents are rich. I mean, filthy rich. My uncle, Uncle John, works for a pretty big law firm and he makes wicked money. My aunt works like, three days a week as a part-time receptionist for a doctor's office or something. I don't pay much attention when she talks about work. 

When we pulled into the driveway at my uncle's house, I was pretty excited to see my cousin Colton outside. He was sitting on the front step smoking a cigarette. He smiled at us and waved as we parked. 

"Looks like your brother hasn't gotten him to quit smoking yet." My mother remarked to my dad. I rolled my eyes. The women in my family were always dissatisfied with something. Especially when it came to Colton. They thought he was a bad influence on me. 

He was tall, as were all of the men in my family. And he had some muscle too, but most of it came from working on the cars. I don't know how he did it; I could go to the gym for hours and still come out looking like a piece of celery. 

Colton looked like he'd stepped straight out of The Outsiders. He always wore a plain white t-shirt, tight black jeans and work boots. He also almost always had a bandana hanging from his back pocket, that he'd use to wipe his hands if they got dirty. He even greased his black hair back. 

The only more modern thing about him was his piercings. He'd stretched his ears out, I think to gauge 00, about the width of a pencil. He also got his left nostril pierced, and he wore a ring in it. I thought it was pretty cool, but I'd never get it myself. I couldn't pull it off. 

I`m tall, not as tall as Colton, but still, I have some height. What I lack is...well, everything else. Colton always said that I looked like Clark Kent, before he turned into Superman. 

It's unfair; all the men in my family are just naturally attractive. Colton looks like he stepped right off the fucking cover of Rolling Stones magazine. Uncle John looks like he belongs on Moore's commercials, and hell, even my dad looks like he belongs on TV. But me, what do I look like? A lamer version of the alter-ego of a superhero from the '70s. If that isn't the definition of "tragic backstory" then I don't know what is. 

"Leave it alone, Margret." My father warned, climbing out of the car. I followed my parents to the front steps. My mom walked right past Colton and into the house. My dad said hi, patted Colton on the back and then headed in. I sat next to him on the steps while he finished his smoke.

"How's it going, kid?" He asked, looking at me. His eyes were blue, the kind of blue that you could fall right into if you weren't careful. 

"Eh, same old, same old." I shivered. It was snowing lightly outside, and I was getting goose bumps. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a light jacket, and I was freezing. Colton was in just his plain, V-neck and jeans, but he looked completely unbothered by the sub-zero temperature.

"What's it like to be free, Aaron?" He asked, taking another long drag from his cigarette. I shrugged. He stood and dropped his cigarette into the snow. I stood too. 

"It's alright, I guess." 

"Alright, you guess? That's it? You're out of school! You're done! You're free! Free!" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me playfully. His hands were warm, as they gently squeezed my shoulders. His face was maybe two inches from mine, and my breath hitched. 

That happened sometimes around Colton, and I don't know why. 

His blue eyes stared deeply into my hazel eyes. His hands moved up from my shoulders to my neck, his thumbs gently stroked my cheeks. When he exhaled I could smell is cigarette, Malboro Red, and a mixture of something else, cinnamon maybe. I placed my hands on his chest, the warmth of his body travelled into my fingers up my arms. My face moved closer to his. 

"What now?" He asked quietly, his hot breath brushed against my lips. 

"I don't know." I murmured. 

His nose moved beside mine, the cold metal ring sliding against my skin. My eyes fluttered closed, my lips parted. 

"Boys! Get inside, dinner's ready." 

My eyes flew open, Colton's face drew away from mine. The weird spell that had been cast on us was lifted. 

Colton smiled playfully at me. He leaned in, pressed a wet kiss to my cheek, then sauntered towards the house.

"Ew, gross!" I said, wiping my cheek with my sleeve. 

"C'mon inside, kid, dinner's ready!" He said. And it was as if nothing happened at all. 

***

After dinner, Colton told my Aunt Gemma that he wanted to show me his new bass guitar. He'd bought it with his own money, and was quite proud of it. 

So we headed down to his room. I knew that it was a cheap excuse for us to sneak away, he'd shown me his bass last time I came over, but I was just glad we didn't have to sit upstairs and listen to the adults talk anymore. It was way more fun to just hang out with Colton. 

His room's in the basement. My uncle's house is huge, and Colton gets the entire downstairs all to himself. He has his own room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room, it's like his own suite. Aunt Gemma had started charging Colton rent money to "teach him the value of a dollar", but when he told her that he was saving up for university, she cut that crap. 

When we got to his room, I plopped down on the bed, face down. 

"Tired?" Colton asked, spreading out next to me. It was a king-sized bed, but he laid pretty close to me. I didn't mind though. The warmth from his body seemed to be radiating off of him in waves, and I inched closer to him. 

"I'm not tired, I'm just done listening to both our moms yammer on about useless crap." I muttered into the blankets. "I thought this was supposed to be a celebratory thing for me, not a 'complain about your work' dinner."

"Aww muffin." He said sarcastically, petting my brown hair. 

"Shut up." I groaned, hitting his hand away.

"Aw, don't be like that. You know you love me." I didn't need to look at him to tell that he was smirking. 

"Yeah, I do." To say that I loved my cousin would be kind of an understatement. I adored him. We were close, closer than most siblings, I thought. We shared almost everything. He'd told me about when he lost his virginity, and I told him about when I lost mine. I knew that he was terrified of bumble bees, and he knew that cabbage made my stomach turn. We talked about everything from TV shows to sports to girls and everything in between.

"So, speaking of celebrating things, you're eighteen now." He said casually. I looked up at him. I had turned eighteen like two months ago. This was old news. 

"Yeah, and...?" 

"You can legally watch porn now." He laughed. "Isn't it a great new world?" 

"I've been watching that for ages, dude." I said, rolling onto my side to look at him. He knew that, when we went through that really bad phase of never-ending horniness, we talked about porn every time we hung out. 

"I know, but it's legal now. You know what that means? You can post on different sites, do the whole 'my name is Aaron, I'm 6'1" and hung like a horse' shit." He said, laughing again. 

"Ha, right! I'll end up on a date with a transsexual prostitute or something. No thanks." I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. "But actually, I did see a pretty funny one last night." 

He rolled onto his side and propped his head up onto his hand. 

"Oh? Do tell." Colton urged, his eyebrow raising slightly. 

"It was just this guy and he was wearing these ridiculous socks, and right in the middle of having sex with this chick, the camera guy just stops and says 'hey, nice socks'. It was weird." I said shrugging. Colton chuckled. 

"Show me." He said, straightening. 

"What?" Did I hear him correctly?

"Show me the video." Colton got up from the bed and walked towards his desk. He sat at the computer chair and logged on. I followed him and sat on the chair next to him. 

"Really Colton, you're really serious about this?" I asked, shocked. My cousin and I talked about porn together, but we'd never watched it together, like ever. This was new to me. And besides, it wasn't even that great of a video. It was just some dude wearing weird socks. 

"Yeah, it's no big deal." He said, pushing the keyboard towards me. I swallowed thickly. Alright, what could happen? 

I found the video and Colton hit play. My face was flushed, I felt anxious. Colton had never judged me before, so it wasn't rational for me to think he would start now, but it still worried me. We did talk about porn a lot, but I never told him what kind of porn I watched. 

The girl was sitting on the bed, smiling at the camera when the first guy walked in. He was wearing grey socks with blue and pink flowers. Where does one even buy socks like that?

"Whoa, dude, his socks are ridiculous!" Colton said laughing. We kept watching.

A few more guys walked in, and they surrounded her on the bed, and she began blowing them. 

"Whoa, kid, there's a lot of guys here! You never told me you were into gangbangs." Colton said nudging me with his elbow. I blushed, my stomach started churning uncomfortably. None of this was helped by the fact that my dick was steadily growing harder in my jeans. 

We watched in silence as the guys began fucking her. She was impressive, taking a cock in her mouth and a cock in her pussy. The other guys sort of waited their turn to get blown, or to fuck her. 

"This isn't very good porn, cuz." Colton said. My blush deepened. "If you want a video with lots of dicks and serious fucking, I know a good one." 

I looked at Colton to see if he was joking, but he seemed to be completely serious. His blue eyes were staring into me. His eyebrows were raised. I swallowed thickly once more. 

"Sure, yeah, show me." I said. Colton smiled at me. 

"Sweet deal, kid." He said, clicking off of the video. My cock was still pretty hard, and I squirmed in my chair. It was starting to get seriously uncomfortable. Colton clicked onto a new video, and pressed the play button. It was all guys. All guys. I could feel the colour drain from my face.

"Colton! This is gay porn!" I exclaimed, turning away from the screen. Colton started laughing again. 

"Yeah, so? What's the problem, Aaron?" He asked, through his laughter. I don't know if he was playing a joke on me or what, but this was starting to get pretty weird. 

"I don't like gay porn." I said, looking at him.

"Have you ever watched gay porn?" 

"No!" 

"Then how do you know you don't like it?" He asked, smirking evilly. He had me there. I had never watched gay porn before. But at the same time, I feel like I would know if I liked it or not without actually having to watch it. I turned back to the screen.

"If you still want to turn it off in thirty seconds, then we will." Colton said. I nodded, fine. I watched the screen. 

It actually was kind of hot. I mean, the guy that was sucking all the cocks looked really into it. I felt my cock grow harder in my pants. Most of the guys were pretty hot too, unlike most of the men in straight porn. 

The man was surrounded by about seven guys. He was going between cocks, taking them all the way down his throat, bobbing his head up and down a few times before moving on to the next one. While he sucked, he jerked off guys on either side of him. My dick was practically aching. This was not like straight porn at all. It was so much better. 

I sat, transfixed watching the screen. I didn't even notice Colton's hand moving towards me, until he was rubbing me through my jeans. 

"Cuz, you're totally hard." Colton said, chuckling. 

"Dude, what the hell? Stop it." I said pushing him away. It was only the rational part of my mind pushing him away, what he was doing felt fucking amazing. But I felt if I didn't push him away, whatever weird trance that had overcome us earlier, would surely overcome us again. 

"I'll stop when you tell me that I was right. Go on, say it." He smirked, still massaging my cock through my jeans. 

"Colton, you were-" He applied more pressure to my jeans and I moaned loudly, throwing my head back. It felt so fucking good. "R-right." I groaned. He pulled his hand away. My dick was aching, I needed release. Colton was way too good at that. My blush deepened. My face felt hotter than it ever had before, I was probably the colour of a tomato. 

"It's okay, cuz, I'm hard too." He said, he began rubbing himself through his jeans. He looked away from me, back to the computer. 

"We probably have another forty-five minutes or so before you have to go. Do you mind?" He asked. I didn't really know what he meant, so I just shook my head. Taking this as a sign of compliance, he unzipped his pants and lifted his hips, before pulling his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. He slowly started stroking himself. He was looking at me, I think for approval. 

"I-I don't mind." I said, watching him. Colton was fucking hot. He smiled at me, and gently stroked my cheek. 

"You won't tell?" He asked.

"Of course not." Tell on Colton? I'd be more likely to sell out my mother. 

"You're a good kid." He mumbled, before he titled his head back, his eyes fluttering closed as he stroked himself, listening to the sounds of the computer. 

I took the chance to look at him. Sure, we'd talked about our dicks before, but I'd never actually seen his. His dick was probably seven inches or so, bigger than mine, and cut. I felt the urge to reach over and start stroking his cock for him. 

He's my cousin, my cousin. I can't touch his dick, that would be... kind of hot. No, weird, it would be weird. 

But even as I thought about how weird it would be to touch him, how weird this entire situation was, my cock was growing. It was begging for attention like never before. 

Colton licked his lips and moaned softly as he steadily increased the pace of his pumping. And that was enough for me to start rubbing myself over my pants, trying to imitate the way Colton's hands had felt. I rested my other hand tentatively on Colton's shoulder. 

"Yeah, touch me. It's alright, cuz." He said quietly. I squeezed his shoulder as I jerked myself, and then my hand trailed down his arm and rested on his exposed thigh. His skin was smooth. I was paying far more attention to my cousin than what was happening on the computer screen. He had a thin sheen of sweat trailing down his forehead, and his eyes were closed. When he wasn't moaning he was biting his lip. 

He opened his eyes slightly. 

"What's the matter?" He asked me, slowing his movements. I didn't really know what he was referring to. 

"Why don't you take your pants off? It's way better, I swear." He was looking down at my hand, as I rubbed my hard member through my jeans. Oh. 

"Are you sure? That's not weird?" I asked, looking to my older cousin for some sort of guidance. If it was okay with him, it was okay with me. 

"It's fine, kid, really. Go ahead." He murmured softly. I didn't need any further persuasion, I stood and pulled my jeans down to about my knees, my boxers followed. When I sat down, Colton watched me start to jerk myself. His deep blue eyes travelled across my body, hungrily taking me in. 

As I moved my hand up and down my shaft, Colton leaned over me and reached behind me to grab something from one of the drawers. He had grabbed a bottle of lube. He squeezed some of it into his right hand. 

"Here, let me." He murmured, gently wrapping his hand around my cock. I moaned at immediately. His hand felt so fucking good, stroking my dick. 

"Ever had a man stroke your cock before?" He asked quietly, as his hand moved expertly up and down my shaft. He had barely been stroking my dick for a minute, but already I could feel my orgasm slowly approaching. It was so different with Colton, all my other previous handjobs had come from inexperienced girls, but this, this was way, way better. 

"No, never." I managed to get out between moans. He chuckled in my ear. He began pumping me faster.

"Feels so much better, huh?" He inched closer to me, his leg pressed against mine. My hand gripped his hair, and I pulled his face closer to mine. He rested his forehead against my temple. His hot breath danced across my skin. He pressed a soft kiss against my cheek, his stubble grazing my skin. 

"Feels so good, Colton." I whimpered, gripping his hair more tightly as he brought me closer and closer to my climax. I was vaguely aware that the movie on the computer was over, but I didn't care, I wasn't really watching it anyway. This was so, so much better.

"Can you jerk me?" He asked. I nodded, moving my free hand to his unattended hard-on. It was thick and warm in my hand. I had never jerked off another man before. As I pumped up his shaft, some pre-cum dribbled from his head, and I used it to lubricate his dick. He moaned quietly, against my face, before pressing his lips to my cheek, in a hard, wet kiss. 

God, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted it hard and rough, and loving and gentle and I wanted all from Colton and I wanted it all right now. 

I turned my face so that I could look at Colton. Our eyes met, and staring into my cousin's eyes I was brought closer still to my climax.

"Fuck, Colton." I moaned as he placed another rough kiss to the side of my mouth. 

"Are you going to cum for me, kid? Cum for your cousin." He said into my ear. His free hand gently cupped my balls as he rapidly stroked my cock. It had never, never felt this good before. I was right on the edge. 

"Cum for me. Cum for me, Aaron." He begged. My hand went from his cock to thigh, and I squeezed it as I went flying over the edge.

"Fuck! Fuck, Colton!" I cried, throwing my head back. My entire body convulsed as I came, my hot load coating the computer screen. Colton kept pumping as rope after rope of cum shot from my cock, every inch of my body tingled with pleasure as my cousin helped me ride out my orgasm. I was shaking with pleasure as Colton's hot breath danced across my skin. 

My body shuddered in delight as my orgasm slowly died down. Finally I turned to face him.

"Jesus, that was fucking hot." Colton breathed, as we looked into each other's eyes. I was still trying to catch my breath. 

Colton's hands moved from my body, back to his and he began stroking himself feverishly. 

"Kiss me." He said as he pumped his cock. I wasn't in the frame of mind to think about what he was asking me to do, I just did it. I wanted to do it, needed to do it. My hands gripped his thick, black hair as my mouth pressed against his. 

His kisses were rough, demanding, urgent. His tongue explored my mouth eagerly, as I held his face to mine. I could feel Colton jerking against me as we kissed, he moaned into my mouth. Finally, he broke away, and rested his face against mine. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." He moaned. His body rocked against mine, I held his face to me as he came. His cum shot past me and onto the desk. His eyes rolled back into his skull. He slowly stopped shaking against me, as his orgasm died. His hands moved to my thighs, and he stroked my skin gently. He slumped against me, resting his head onto my shoulder. My fingers were still tangled in his hair. 


Cousins Celebrate Christmas Pt. 01



"Jesus Christ..." He breathed. 

For a good five minutes neither of us moved. My fingernails gently brushed against his scalp, and he breathed softly against my neck. His hands trailed up from my exposed thigh, underneath my t-shirt and they rested against my hips. We didn't say anything.

Colton finally sat up again, and looked at me. Neither of us spoke, neither of us smiled. It was as if we both were realizing what we'd just done, but we were still too fucked up to really care. Colton's hands left my hips and he took my face in his hands. I didn't pull away.

His lips tenderly brushed against mine. My lips parted, his tongue slowly explored my mouth. And I could taste those Malboro Reds on his lips, and the cinnamon on his tongue. My fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer still to me. I needed him, I loved him. 

"Aaron! Come upstairs, we're leaving!" My mother hollered. I pulled away from Colton so fast I fell right off the chair and onto the floor. The spell was broken once more. He looked down at me and started laughing. 

"You are one class act, cuz." He said, his blue eyes staring down at me.

"Shut up." I said, trying to pull my pants up from my spot between the desk and the chair. My legs were all tangled in the jeans. 

"You know you love me." Colton said. He stood and pulled his pants up, and offered me his hand. I took it, and he tugged me up. I quickly pulled my jeans up and zipped them self-consciously. Where did we stand now?

"You're right, I do." I murmured. 

"Aaron, c'mon, let's go!" My mother hollered again. I rolled my eyes. 

"Go on, I'll get this cleaned up, kid." 

"Thanks." I headed towards the door, but stopped and turned back to him. 

"I really do...love you, I mean." I said. Colton smiled back. 

"I know, cuz, I know."



Cousins Celebrate Christmas Pt. 02



A/N: Thanks to all the people who have commented on my stories and sent me pms. You guys kick ass. 

As always everyone in this story is 18+. This story contains gay incest. If that isn't your thing, stop reading. 

***

Since being introduced to gay porn two days ago, I'd spent the majority of my free time locked in my room, jacking off. The videos were good, but they weren't amazing. It wasn't like when I was with Colton. Everything's better with him. 

Most of the stuff I've been watching is that amateur, home-made stuff. The videos with the alternative guys jacking themselves off, or blowing their boyfriends. None of the guys in the video look a lot like Colton, but once in a while there'll be an actor with black hair and piercings and the orgasm that I get from those videos is almost as good as the orgasm that Colton gave me. 

Don't misunderstand me; I know what I'm doing, what Colton and I did, is completely inappropriate and frankly, kind of gross. But I can't help it. He's my best friend, and he's attractive, and he's smart and funny, and I love him. I really do. And I look up to him. I want to impress him. 

But I do know that we can't go any further, it's wrong. And more importantly, our mothers would kill us if they found out. 

But that doesn't mean that I can't still jack off to gay porn and pretend that my cousin's really the one stroking my cock. Or that when I'm lying in bed in the morning, dealing with morning wood, that I can't pretend that Colton's helping me cope with it. 

I stretched beneath the covers, feverishly jacking my cock. My eyes were squeezed shut, as I pretended that Colton was lying next to me on the bed, and that he was the one stroking my cock. God, I was getting so close.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at my door, and then it was flung open. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the unexpected intrusion. I looked over at the door.

"Morning, son, I made pancakes. Come downstairs and have some breakfast." My dad said, smiling at me, totally oblivious to what he interrupted. I groaned. 

"Just let me sleep for five more minutes." I mumbled, rolling onto my stomach to hide my hardened member. 

"Nope, get up. The pancakes will get cold." I looked at him. He was still in his blue pajama pants and t-shirt. His brown hair was combed though, and he didn't look tired. He must've been up for a while now. 

"Alright, alright." I complied. I wasn't happy about it, but I could finish later, I guess. My dad left the room, leaving my door wide open. I grabbed a pair of boxers off of my floor and pulled them on before heading downstairs. 

"Were you awake during the snow storm last night?" My dad asked over breakfast. I shook my head. I didn't know there'd been a storm. 

"Yeah, it broke one of the trees in the front yard. Our internet and landline's down. Oh, and the cable." He said, shrugging. The internet was down? I groaned loudly. 

"Hey, it's not that bad. It's probably only going to be like that for a few days." He said, shrugging. I looked at him. He was the nicest man in the family, I thought. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, like me. But he had a strong jaw and perfectly straight, white teeth. And he never yelled, like ever. If he was mad, he'd just sit you down and calmly explain why he was angry, and that was that. My father was also very humble, unlike Uncle John. 

I loved my uncle, but he was definitely the more outgoing, extravagant of the two brothers. He always had something to say. 

"How am I supposed to be entertained for a couple of days with no internet?" I asked, stabbing angrily at my pancakes as if they were to blame. 

"Well, you could help your mother go last minute Christmas shopping." He said, smiling. 

"That's worse than doing nothing at all!" I exclaimed. 

"I thought you'd say that. Well, you'll be happy to know then, that I invited Uncle John and Aunt Gemma to come over today. Your mother and aunt can go shopping, Uncle John's going to help me try to fix the brakes in your mother's car, and you and Colton can...well, do whatever it is teenage boys do nowadays." My father said with a smile.

"Really Dad? That's awesome, thanks." I responded, finishing the last bite of my pancakes. 

"They should be over in about an hour." He said casually, sipping his coffee. I grinned at him. My dad's great. 

I ran upstairs to my room and began cleaning it in a mad frenzy. My cousin always kept his room clean, and mine was always a fucking disaster. I wanted to impress him. 

Most of the mess was just dirty clothes, so I brought them all to the laundry, and then I cleared off my desk. 

My room's pretty big. I have a double bed, which isn't huge but it's big enough. I have a desk against the back wall. If you're walking into my room, my bed's against the right wall, and my TV and stand is against the left wall. I plugged in my video games (that's probably what Colton and I would occupy ourselves with) and then I changed into clean sweats and a t-shirt. 

Guaranteed Colton would show up in his classic black jeans and white V-neck. It was also a guarantee that he'd look sexy as hell. 

When Uncle John pulled into the driveway, it was just after 11am. I waited for them on the front porch, watching the snow fall. It was freezing outside. 

"Hey, how are you Aaron?" My uncle said, pulling me into a hug. His wife gave me a curt nod before walking into the house. Colton stood behind my uncle, smirking at me. 

"I'm fine, how are you?" I asked him as we pulled away. 

"I'm great, just going to help out your dad. You boys coming inside?" He asked, looking between Colton and I as he moved towards the door. Colton shook his head. 

"I'm going to have a smoke first." Colton said, casually. His dad nodded and shut the door behind him. I looked at Colton and he looked at me. I was right, he looked hot. His tight black jeans hugged his legs, his short-sleeved shirt showed off his beautiful muscular arms. Colton's black hair was slicked back in classic greaser style. He kicked his boots awkwardly against the snow. So what now? Would things be awkward because of last time?

"Hey Col-" He pushed me roughly against the door and crashed his lips against mine. His hands tangled greedily into my hair, holding my face to his. His lips ravaged mine, his tongue aggressively moved inside my mouth, and despite my better judgement, I reciprocated his movements. 

But our parents are right on the other side of the door. And this is wrong. This is incest. 

"Colton, stop. We can't. Someone might see." I said, breathlessly against his lips.

"Mm, let them see." He breathed, his lips attacking mine once more. I swallowed thickly. Fuck, I should just give it to him. It'll feel good, I know it will. 

"Colton, stop. Please, I'm being serious." 

And he pulled away. He looked almost embarrassed. 

"Sorry, I didn't, I mean, you don't... you don't want to do... anything?" He asked, looking at me with his eyebrow raised. His blue eyes went from me to the floor and he bit his lip. 

"Let's just... go play video games or something, okay?" Oh god, this was hard. I wanted to, I wanted to so badly. But this was wrong, so, so wrong. We couldn't tell anyone, ever. We'd always have to worry about getting caught, not to mention, I don't even know how to be gay. All of my past experiences, everything from kissing to fucking had been with chicks. What if I make a fool of myself? 

Besides, incest is illegal. I'd made a pretty good point of not doing anything illegal in my life, and I couldn't very well start now. It was illegal for a reason. A good reason too. 

Right?

"You go, I'll meet you in there. I'm just going to... have a smoke." He said, turning away from me and sitting on the porch stair. 

"I don't mind sitting with you while you have a smoke." I offered. But he looked up at me and shook his head. 

"No, you go on inside, I'll meet you there." 

I nodded and headed inside. Well, fuck. That was awkward. 

I headed to my room and sunk down onto my bed. I stretched out on my back and sighed deeply. God, I was so confused. 

After a while, I heard my cousin coming up the stairs, so I straightened, sitting with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Colton walked in and smiled at me. 

"So, what game are we playing?" He asked, walking over to the TV stand and looking at the games. 

"Up to you, Colton." I responded, biting my lip. He ran his fingers across the games, selecting one at random and then popping it in the system. 

"Ready to have your ass handed to you, cuz?" He asked, plopping down next to me on the bed. I scoffed at him. 

"Right." 

Things were tense and awkward as we played the game. Colton wasn't as good as he normally was, and I was so focused on just not looking at him, that I wasn't even really focused on the game. Neither of us said anything. 

Eventually Colton just put down his controller. I turned to look at him. 

"Colton?" I asked quietly. He looked up at me. His hand slowly moved to cup my cheek gently, and his face moved closer to mine. The cool metal of his nose ring brushed against my nose as his face touched mine. Our lips were mere inches apart. I closed the gap. 

The kiss started off slow, our lips tenderly moving against one another's. His tongue traced my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, letting him enter. I could taste the cigarettes on him, but I didn't mind, it tasted rugged and masculine, like Colton. 

His hands slid down from my cheeks, and encompassed my torso. He held my waist securely, and slowly pushed me down, so I was lying with him on top of me. I shifted beneath him, pulling my legs up off the edge of the bed, on either side of him. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to me. His hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up.

His lips moved from mine, down to my neck, and he began sucking the tender skin there. He nipped the crook of my neck, before his tongue eagerly traced the bitten skin. I whimpered closing my eyes as he kissed me. Every nip, every flick of his tongue further flooded my body with unapologetic lust. I wanted him. He began slowly rubbing his hips against mine, our hard members rubbing against one another's, and I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Despite how wrong I knew it was, I couldn't help but squirm against him, my body desperately trying to relieve the wonderful tension. 

His hands ran up beneath my thin shirt, his fingers brushing against my nipples and I whimpered. No one had ever touched me like this before. But this was Colton, my cousin Colton, and he shouldn't be touching me like this. My cousin shouldn't be making me feel this good. 

"Colton." I said quietly, trying to pull away from him. 

"Mm?" He continued his wonderful assault on my body, kissing and biting my neck, grazing my nipples with his fingertips.

"Maybe we should stop this." I said, resting my head against the bed and staring up at the ceiling. 

"Why?" He pulled away from me, only slightly, to look at my face. His eyebrows raised, like they always did when he was confused. His blue eyes searched my face, his hands rested immobile against my torso. 

"Doesn't it sort of...weird you out?" 

"What? The fact that we're both male or the fact that we're cousins... or both?" He asked biting his lip. 

Now that he brought up the whole gay thing, I was sort of curious about that too. He'd never before told me he was gay, I hadn't thought I was gay... but it didn't matter. I could figure that out on my own time. 

"I just mean... well, you know, incest. It's illegal and kind of... gross, right Colton?" I asked. He frowned, and pulled completely off of me, sitting onto his knees. 

"It doesn't really bother me. I know it's fucked up, but it doesn't. I guess it'd be different if one of us was a girl, and could get pregnant or something... or if one of us was underage. Look, I know what I'm getting into. And I..." He paused, sucking in a deep breath. He exhaled and looked me in the eyes. "I've wanted to do this with you for a long, long time. I just, I just don't think it's a big deal. I mean, it's not like our families can get any more fucked up, and no one else has to know about it, you know?" 

I felt my heart flutter involuntarily. He'd been thinking about being intimate with me for a while. I could feel my cheeks flush. 

"Hey, kid, I'm not going to make you do something you don't want to do, okay? You want to stop all this, we'll stop." He rubbed my thigh gently, I think he was trying to comfort me. "Do you want to stop, Aaron?" 

I swallowed thickly, my hand reaching down to lay on his. Our fingers curled together. Did I want to stop? No, I didn't, the erection I was sporting was evidence enough of that. I bit my lip and looked up at him. 

"You won't tell anyone?" I asked quietly. 

"It'll be our secret, cuz." He said firmly, honestly. I smiled up at him, and gently grabbed the collar of his white t-shirt, pulling him onto me once more. Colton's lips moved expertly against mine, his tongue explored my mouth. 

I moaned as he began rubbing his hips against mine, creating friction between our hard cocks once more. Colton propped himself up onto his elbows and looked down at me, still moving against me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him against me, feeling his weight. I felt powerless under him, but it felt good, it felt right. 

"Colton that feels really good." I murmured, my hands travelled greedily along his stomach, feeling the delicious muscle beneath his V-neck. 

"Yeah? Want me to jack you off again?" He asked, before pressing a rough kiss to my neck, the stubble on his chin grazing my skin. 

"You wouldn't... you wouldn't mind?" I asked, my eyes locking with his. He shook his head with a smile. 

"Let me make you cum, cuz." He whispered in my ear huskily, pulling away from me with a grin. I smiled nervously back at him. 

He sat up on his knees again, his hands travelled down to my crotch. He slowly began rubbing my erection through my jeans. I tilted my head back onto the pillow once more and let out a soft moan. 

"Look at how hard you are already," he murmured, "I think you like this more than you let on." 

He unzipped my jeans, and I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide my pants off more easily. Colton's warm hands danced across my skin as he slowly peeled off my pants and underwear, he threw them carelessly to the floor, and I was completely exposed to him. 

"Take you shirt off." He murmured, running his hands up my stomach beneath my thin t-shirt. I obeyed him, tossing it to the floor with the rest of my discarded clothes. I reached up towards him, resting my hand on his shoulder. He leaned over me slightly, looking down into my eyes. 

I whimpered as his warm hand wrapped around my hard member. I held my breath. He teased me, slowly running his hand up and down my shaft. My toes curled, my feet flexed. And every desire I had bottled up inside over the past two days slowly started to seep from their reserve, filling my mind with twisted fantasies I'd tried so hard to keep contained. 

God, I wanted this. I wanted Colton. I wanted it all. 

"Colton, please." I whispered. He smiled down at me, pumping my cock faster, but not fast enough. He knew what he was doing, teasing me, bringing me close to the edge but not close enough, never close enough. Using me. I was putty in his hands. 

"I'm the only man who's ever touched you like this?" He asked, slowing his pace once more. 

"Yes, yes Colton." I breathed, jerking my hips up, trying to fuck myself with his hand. 

"Good boy." He murmured, and his pace increased. Again and again he brought his hands up and down my shaft, stroking my length, while I whimpered and moaned quietly beneath him. He leaned further over me, and pecked my lips. As he leaned over me, I could feel his erection rub against my leg. I moved my free hand down to his crotch and began rubbing him through his thin jeans. 

"N-no, no, you first, kid." He murmured, his hand left my cock and he pinned my hand above my head. He grinned down wickedly at me. 

"Okay, okay Colton." I nodded eagerly, squirming beneath him, trying to rub myself against any part of him, needing to get some form of friction against my dick.

His hands slowly released my wrists, and his fingertips trailed down my arms, onto my chest. My skin tingled in the places where he touched me, and I shuddered involuntarily. 

Colton's soft lips moved gently, slowly against my neck. I eagerly moved my hands to his shoulders, gripping his shirt fiercely. 

"Please Colton, don't stop." I whispered, looking up at the ceiling. He chuckled, his body shook gently against mine, as his lips trailed down to my clavicle. 

"Do you want me to suck your cock?" He asked quietly. My dick jumped in response. I wasn't thinking clearly enough to reject the idea, but the part of my mind that was still rational spoke up. 

"Are you sure Colton? That's not...pushing it too far? I mean that's... really gay." I asked. He looked at me, his blue eyes staring into mine. 

Leaning in next to my ear, he whispered, "I'm really gay." 

I looked at him, startled at the omission. But he ignored me and continued on.

"I know you want me to." His hand moved down to my cock, and he stroked it slowly. I groaned at the pleasant contact. "No one's going to find out." 

I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. I wanted him to do it. But it was gay, so gay. Handjobs, well that was one thing. Letting my cousin suck my cock, well, that was another. That was like fully committing to the deed, something I wasn't sure I was ready to do yet. 

But whether I was ready or not was irrelevant. I wanted to. I wanted to do this with Colton; I wanted to do everything with Colton. 

"Okay, okay Colton." I murmured, taking his face in my hands, stroking his cheeks. He pecked my lips, before moving down my body. I shifted slightly, opening my legs wider for him and propping myself up onto my elbows. Colton looked up at me. 

He was resting on his elbows, his face just a few inches from my hard cock. He smirked, running his hand up my shaft again, teasing me. His hot breath brushed across my skin, and I shuddered in anticipation. 

"You want me to suck your cock?" He breathed, as pre-cum oozed at the tip of my shaft. 

"Yes Colton." I whimpered. He chuckled. 

"Say it." 

"I want you to suck my cock Colton." 

His tongue trailed from the base of my shaft up to my tip, and I cried out. I rested my head back down against the pillows, whimpering as he continued. He took the head of my cock into his mouth, his tongue lapping at the underside of my tip, as his hands travelled up and down my length, jerking me into his mouth. 

My hands involuntarily flew to his hair, gripping the thick black tresses. He moaned around my cock as I fisted his hair, desperately. 

He began taking more of me into his mouth, bobbing his head further down my dick. He would come almost all the way off of me, keeping only my head in his mouth, lapping at my pre-cum greedily, before bobbing down again. 

"Oh Colton, fuck." I whimpered, my breathing rapid. Colton moaned again around my dick, sending vibrations all throughout me. 

He pushed his head further onto my cock, his mouth travelling all the way down my length until I felt his nose brush my skin, the head of my cock hitting the back of his throat. I cried out again, thrusting my hips upward. No girl had ever been able to take all of me before. 

My cousin pulled his head all the way off of me, jerking my dick in his hand. 

"Tell me how it feels." He said, pumping my cock rapidly, lapping at the head. 

"Feels so good, Colton. God, keep sucking, please Colton." I whimpered, my hands twisting in his hair, trying to push him back down on my cock. He chuckled, but thankfully took me into the warmth of his mouth again. 




Cousins Celebrate Christmas Pt. 02



His hand moved from my cock down to my balls, and he fondled them gently as he deep-throated my cock. I moaned loudly beneath him as I felt my balls tighten. 

"Jesus, Colton, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I moaned, my fingers locking in his hair. He pulled his face off of my cock, rapidly stroking me while his other hand squeezed my balls. 

"Yeah, cum for me, kid. Cum for your cousin." He said, licking at my cock. 

My head flew back, my eyes squeezed shut, and I cried out. My hips jerked upwards as my entire body exploded with the force of my orgasm. Thick ropes of cum spurted from my dick onto my cousin's perfect face as he pumped my cock. I felt my toes curl, my feet flexed.

I shuddered with pleasure as my orgasm died down, Colton's strokes on my cock slowed and finally stopped. I relaxed back into the soft blankets, trying to catch my breath. 

Colton moved up me, sitting on my hips. His hands rested on my naked chest, and he leaned down and pecked my lips. I opened my eyes slowly. 

It was a beautiful sight. My older cousin smiling down at me, with my cum painted on his cheek. It was definitely a view I could get used to. 

"Here," I said, reaching down at grabbing my discarded shirt. I offered it to him, but he waved it away. 

"Don't need it." He said, running his thumb along his cheek, scooping up my jizz. He stared down at me while he licked my seed off of his finger and swallowed. Jesus. 

"I'm kind of a freak," he shrugged, "you'll get used to it." And then I pulled him down to kiss me. I could taste myself in his mouth, as his tongue eagerly moved with mine. His hard member pressed deliciously against my torso, and as we kissed I reached down to stroke him through his black jeans. 

"Mm, that feels good." He murmured, resting his hands on either side of my head. I wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. 

"Do you want me to blow you?" I asked without thinking. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Would you?" Colton asked. 

"I'd try." I responded with a small, shy smile. He grinned. 

"Fuck yes, I want you to blow me." He said, laughing. Colton climbed off of me easily, and sat on the side of the bed. As I moved to the floor, taking my place between his knees, he pulled his pants and boxers down. And suddenly, I found myself face to face with Colton's large, hard member. My cheeks flushed. 

It was at least seven inches long, and thick. I swallowed anxiously.

Oh God, what if I was bad at it? What if I did something stupid? Oh God...what if I accidentally bit him? 

"C-Colton, I-I" I stammered, as I looked at his impressive, intimidating length. 

"What's the matter?" He asked earnestly, gently stroking my hair. 

"Colton, I-I've never done... this," I gestured to his cock, "before." I looked up at him, my stomach flipping around nervously. God, I'd been so caught up I'd just offered it without even thinking. I'd only even seen another man's cock once before, only touched someone else's cock once before and... what if I disappointed Colton? 

"Yeah, I know, cuz. I love that fact." He said, smiling. I looked up at him and bit my lip. 

"I might be bad at it." I said stupidly. Colton laughed. 

"Well, practice makes perfect, right? I'm going to have to start visiting more often." Colton said, smirking. I grinned back, I guess he was right.

"But in all seriousness, kid, you don't have to do anything, if you don't want to. You don't need to impress me or whatever. You're my cousin, no matter what." 

I chewed my lip, thinking. I gently stroked his cock, feeling it's girth, it's length. He sighed deeply, leaning back slightly on my bed, as I pumped his prick anxiously. It was warm and smooth and hard in my hand and I... I wanted to put it in my mouth. I wanted him to moan for me, beg for me, cum for me. I wanted to please him, not only for him, for myself too. 

"I think I want to try, Colton." I said, looking up at him. He opened his eyes slowly, his thick black lashes revealing his beautiful blue irises. 

"I won't stop you, cuz." He smirked, before leaning back once more and closing his eyes. I turned my attention back to his hard dick. 

I continued to stroke him, while I squirmed closer, on my knees. I leaned over his cock, and let spit trail from my mouth onto him, and using it as lube. My tongue trailed up the length of his shaft, and Colton inhaled sharply, his hand tightened in my hair. 

I licked up and down his length, before swirling my tongue around his cockhead. I was trying to remember what Colton had done, what I'd seen others do in skin flicks, but it was escaping me. So, I decided to go with my instincts. 

I took the head of his dick in my mouth, tasting the salty pre-cum that oozed from the tip. I moaned quietly, stroking his length into my mouth. Colton moaned softly, and it only further spurned me on. I took more of his length into my mouth, bobbing my head down onto him. I went down too fast and gagged on him, coughing more spit onto his hard member. 

"Sorry." I mumbled, wiping the extra spit off of my chin with my free hand, stroking him quickly with the other. 

"Don't apologize. I like it messy." He said with a smirk, gently twisting his fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to his prick once more. I chuckled. 

"Why didn't you say so?" I asked, bobbing back down on his dick. I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage, jacking the rest of his length rapidly. He moaned loudly at my reckless movements, and threw his head back. His hips jerked off of the bed, forcing more of his length into my mouth and I gagged on him again, but didn't pull away. 

"You okay, kid?" He asked, loosening his grip on my hair. I moaned around his cock, nodding my head on his dick. 

His hands tightened in my hair once more, and he held me still, jerking his hips off of the bed, ramming his length down my throat. Tears involuntarily spilled from my eyes, as my older cousin face-fucked me. I moaned around his length, resting my hands on his thighs, allowing him to take over. I wanted him to control me. 

He pulled my face down the entire length of his cock. My body jerked as I gagged on him, but he didn't let up.

"Fuck, fuck, Aaron." He moaned, before finally letting me come up for air. I jerked his cock quickly while I caught my breath, panting between his knees. I must've looked pathetic, spit running down my chin, tears falling down my cheeks, obediently stroking Colton's cock. But it felt good, being a whore for him. 

When I caught my breath, Colton pulled me down onto his cock once more. His thrusts were aggressive, urgent, dominating. My throat constricted, and I felt lightheaded as he fucked my mouth. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move, I felt nearly helpless. And I loved it. I loved all of it; choking on his cock, pleasing him, being dominated by him. 

I loved him.

"I'm so close." He murmured breathlessly, releasing my hair, giving me an out. But I continued bobbing up and down his cock for him. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. 

"Jesus! Fuck!" He cried, throwing his head back. I felt the warm, salty mixture hit the back of my throat. It coated my tongue, and I swallowed his load greedily. Some of it trailed down my chin. It tasted... like nothing I'd ever tasted before. It was salty and strong, but not unpleasant. Colton's body jerked against the bed as his climax slowly died. 

I slowly pulled my head off of his cock, releasing it with an audible pop. I looked up at Colton. He was slumped against the bed, resting on his elbows, his head back. He absentmindedly pulled up his boxers and his pants.

I crawled onto the bed and sprawled out next to him on my side, propping onto my elbow to look at him. My feet dangled off the side of my bed lazily. 

Colton turned to face me, opening his eyes slowly. He gave me a small half-grin, the left corner of his mouth pulling upwards. He reached out and gently brushed my chin with the tip of his finger, catching the cum I'd missed. He popped his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. 

He took my chin in his hand and slowly kissed me, feeding me his cum. I sucked his tongue greedily. Our lips moved gently, passionately together as Colton's hands trailed my naked body, running over my thin shoulders, down my back and he squeezed my hip tenderly. 

We inched closer to each other, pulling each other's bodies close. He flipped us so I was resting on top of him, and I laid my head into the crook of his neck, while he ran his fingers through my hair. My hands gripped his white t-shirt, and I breathed him in. He smelled like nicotine, and cinnamon and sweat, and it felt so familiar and so warm and so... right. 

We lay there together for a long while, our bodies intertwined. Neither of us said a word. We didn't need to.



Cousins Celebrate Christmas Pt. 03



Christmas Eve. My heart thumped rapidly in my chest as I threw my overnight bag into the trunk of the car. 

Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve. Two days with Colton. Of course, the fact that we wouldn't be alone at all did put a small damper on the excitement, but still, it had been two days since I'd seen him last, my internet was still down, and my cock was basically throbbing. I'd blow him underneath the dinner table if I had to. 

I climbed into the back seat of the car, and my dad turned on the radio. My mother kept her usual sour expression on, even as my father turned up the cheesy Christmas music. My father loved Christmas, it was his favourite time of the year, and it was becoming my favourite too. My mother, on the other hand, well the last time I saw her smile was at my Great Aunt's funereal. 

But, I wouldn't let her spoil my mood. I got to see Colton. I was in such good spirits, I even sang along to "Feliz Navidad", even though I'd never learned a word of Spanish. My father sang along too, but he was more off key than I was. What he lacked in good vocals he made up for in tacky Christmas sweaters though. 

"Are you excited for Christmas?" My father asked as he sped down the highway towards my cousin's house. 

"So excited!" 

"What do you think you'll get from Santa?" My father had always kept up the pretense of Santa, even though my mother had told me he didn't exist when I was four. And even as recent as last Christmas, I'd gotten a present from "Santa", and I was fairly certain I'd get one from him again this year. 

"Honestly, Dad, I think I'll probably get coal. I've been a little naughty." I snickered. My father laughed too, even though he really had no idea what I was talking about. 

Even before I'd realized I had feelings for Colton, I'd loved Christmas. On Christmas Eve my family and Colton's family would get together. We'd meet up for a late breakfast, and then we'd all go down to the Christmas Tree Farm, we already had a tree, but on Christmas Eve, The Farm always served free hot chocolate, and everyone sung Christmas carols. And then we'd go out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, (Aunt Gemma's idea), then we'd head back to my uncle's house and leave cookies and carrots out for Santa and the reindeer. It was a tradition, and I loved it. 

Christmas day was even better. Colton and I would always wake up by like, six or seven, run upstairs and unwrap presents. We'd all have lunch together, our grandparents would come over. Colton and I would go sledding in his backyard, and at dinner time all the extended relatives came over. But they were all much older than Colton and I, so we'd just hang out with each other, playing our new video games. The best part though, is sometimes (often), our dads would sneak down to the basement and play games with us. They didn't really like our extended relatives that much either. Last year, we got into a six hour long game of monopoly. I won. I'm telling you, the Thimble never loses. 

The drive was short, surprisingly, there wasn't too much traffic. And I was so excited when we pulled in the driveway, I didn't even grab my bag before running to the door. 

Colton was waiting outside the door, and I was surprised to see him in pajama pants and a black V-neck. I was even more surprised to see that his eyes were pink, like he'd been crying. He looked ... broken, almost. I eagerly jumped into his arms, hugging him close to me. He squeezed me back tightly. 

"Hey, kid." He murmured, kissing the top of my hair, before quickly releasing me. 

Our parents walked past us, into the house without interrupting us. They closed the door behind them. I looked at Colton, he sniffled, wiping a tear from his eye. 

"Colton, what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" I asked, stroking his cheek gently. He glanced at the door, then back at me, before grinning widely. 

"Vapour rub," He said, motioning to his face, "pretty good, huh?" 

I looked at him quizzically, dropping my hands from his face. He rolled his eyes dramatically at my inability to catch on. 

"I can't believe she broke up with my on Christmas Eve, Aaron!" He whined, loud enough for anyone inside the house to hear. Oh! Now I got it. 

"Now come inside, before we freeze our butts off." He said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the door. I chuckled quietly, following him inside the house. 

My breath caught when we entered. It was decorated to the max, my uncle had really gone all out. There was a large Christmas tree in the front entrance, the first of four, if I remembered correctly. The banister was wrapped in tinsel, there was fake snow everywhere. And the entire house smelled like cinnamon. I breathed it in greedily, the familiar smell reminding me of Colton. 

My father was waiting in the front entrance with my uncle, and when we walked in they both gave Colton a sympathetic look. Colton, hamming it up, sniffled exaggeratedly, tears still sliding slowly down his cheeks. 

"Colton, why don't you stay home today, get some rest?" My uncle asked, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. 

"Thanks Dad, I don't think I can handle going out today." He whimpered, wiping the tears from his eyes. I looked to my dad, who looked just as heart-broken as Colton, he hated to see anyone sad on Christmas. 

"Okay son, go to your room. Get some rest, we'll be back for dinner, okay?" 

Colton moved towards the stairs leading down to his room. I slipped my shoes off, about to follow him.

"Don't take your shoes off, Aaron, we're leaving in just a few minutes." My uncle said, walking past me to the closet to grab his coat. Colton and I looked at each other, panicked. 

"No! No! He can't go! Don't leave me alone!" He sobbed, crumpling dramatically to the floor. No way our parents would fall for this. Colton slammed his fists sadly against the floor, sobbing like a two year old. I stifled my laughter. 

"Would you stay with him, Aaron?" My father asked, giving me an apologetic look. What? He was seriously buying this? 

"Oh, of course Dad." I said, walking to Colton. He stood and gripped me fiercely. 

"I feel so alone." He whimpered, resting his head into my shoulder. I rubbed his back, trying to hide my laughter once more. God, he's such a ham. 

"Let's go to your room Colton." I said quietly, taking his hand and leading him down the stairs. I gave one final look to my father and uncle who gave me small, appreciative smiles. I shut the basement door, before breaking into laughter.

"That was the worst acting I've ever seen, Colton!" I snickered, walking to his bedroom. He followed, chuckling softly. 

"I was channelling you after Cindy dumped you last year." He said, plopping down onto his bed. My mouth hung open. 

"Douche." I muttered, sinking down next to him on the bed. Colton snickered, weaving his hands into my hair, pulling my face closer to his. 

"I did good though, right? Now we have the day to ourselves." He murmured, his lips brushing against my cheek as he spoke. I nodded slowly, my eyes fluttering closed. 

Colton's lips grazed my jaw, trailing down to my neck. I tilted my head back, my fingers fisted the blankets as he bit my neck. He chuckled against my skin as I shivered beneath him. Colton's warm hands moved from my hair down to my shoulders and he pushed me gently against the bed, so I was lying with him on top of me. 

My hand moved to his scalp, petting his hair. Colton rested against me, relaxing his face into the crook of my neck, his arms lazily wrapped around my torso. He purred softly as my fingernails brushed his scalp. His eyes closed. 

"Let's wait 'till they're gone. Just in case." He said softly, his warm breath dancing across my skin. I nodded slowly, my free hand moving to his back, holding him to me. We stayed like that until we heard the front door open and close. 

"They're gone." I mumbled quietly, still stroking his hair. He opened his blue eyes slowly, before propping himself up again. He looked past me, at the clock on his bedside table. 

"We have roughly six hours and twenty seven minutes until they get back. What do you want to do first? We could open our presents early, play with them and then rewrap them, we could steal all the pillows from the guest bedrooms and build a fort, we could go sledding..." He looked at me and cocked his eyebrow. 

"Mm..." I said, scrunching up my face in contemplation. 

"Or, we could..." And then he leaned over me and gently pressed his lips to mine, I tenderly took his cheeks in my hand, the tips of my fingers dancing along his jaw. He tasted like Christmas, like cinnamon and gingerbread. He shifted slightly, resting more of his weight on me, as our lips slowly moved together, his tongue brushed at my lips. Finally, he pulled away and pecked my lips softly a few more times. 

"So, what do you want to do?" He asked, hovering just a few inches above me, resting on his hands. I smirked, pulling his face down to mine once more. 

Our kisses were more desperate this time, more demanding. I was painfully aware that it had been two days since my last orgasm, two days since I'd last been with Colton, and that was two days too many. Colton's tongue entered my mouth, passionately moving against mine. Colton moved completely on top of me, and I in turn wrapped my legs around his hips, holding our bodies together. His lips moved down to my neck and he nipped gently at the skin there, and I gasped with pleasure, tilting my head back. 

The stubble on his chin grazed my neck as he kissed all along it. I moaned softly, tangling my fingers in his hair, rubbing his scalp. Colton's hands trailed up beneath my shirt, pushing it up. He pulled away from me slightly, and I sat up, allowing him to pull my shirt off over my head, he threw it to the floor. 

His hands explored my body, running over the small muscles in my stomach, squeezing my hips, grazing my nipples. He planted kisses all over my face, down my neck and onto my chest, and I was helpless against him. I whimpered beneath him, slowly grinding my hips against his. I could feel him easily through his pajama pants, his hard dick pressing forcefully up against mine. 

Colton slowly rose off of me, sitting on his knees. He smiled down at me, before pulling his black shirt off over his head. I sat up too, kissing his neck and running my hands along Colton's beautiful, toned chest. His chest was smooth, hairless. My fingers trailed along his body, up his chest, and I ran them over his nipples. I was surprised when I felt cool metal there. I pulled back slightly. 

"You had your nipples pierced?" I asked, with a small smile. Colton nodded. 

"Yeah, but you can't tell my mother. She'll kick my ass."

I chuckled, leaning in closer to his chest, before flicking my tongue over the horizontal barbell. He gasped, tilting his head back slightly.

I slowly moved my tongue along his left nipple, circling it, while I rubbed my thumb tenderly over the right. Colton breathed shakily above me. I took his nipple in my mouth, sucking on it gently, my cock growing harder with every gasp or quiet moan that escaped Colton's lips. 

I moved to his right nipple, taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. My hand moved to Colton's crotch, and I rubbed him through his pajama pants. He moaned softly, moving his hips to the rhythm of my hand. 

I gasped when Colton roughly pushed me back against the bed. We were moving fast, completely unreserved now. We both knew what we wanted; we wanted each other. He grabbed my jeans, and quickly tore them off of my legs, without even unbuttoning them. Colton and I didn't break eye contact as he pulled off his pajama pants, leaving both of us completely naked on his bed. 

Colton's hands hooked underneath my knees, and he pulled me closer to him, positioning himself between my legs. He leaned over me, and pressed his lips gently to mine, straightening out his body so we were pressed together. I could feel his erection, naked, against mine. His cock was big, larger than mine and thick. My stomach churned uneasily. I began to feel small waves of nervousness course through my body. It was going to hurt, wasn't it? What if I couldn't take it? What if I did something stupid?

"Colton, I don't think I'm ready for this," I blurted out. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching my face. "I'm new to all this, and I just don't know..." 

"Is it because you're a virgin?" He asked earnestly. 

"Well, I'm not a virgin, virgin. I'm just like...I've never had anything...you know, up there. That's all." I said anxiously. Colton was so intimidating. He didn't try to be, he just was. He knew so much about everything, he'd done so much. I was, well practically a virgin when it came to gay sex. I chewed my lip anxiously. Colton's face scrunched up in contemplation. 

"Do you want to fuck me first?" He asked, giving me a reassuring smile. My cock jumped in excitement. 

"You'd do that? You'd let me fuck you?" My eyes widened in surprise. "Aren't you more... dominant?" I asked.

"I switch. But either way, I'd let you. This is an equal opportunity relationship." He said with a wink. He rocked his hips slowly against mine, rubbing our cocks together deliciously. I whimpered and reciprocated his movements. 

I wanted this, more than I wanted anything else my entire life. None of my previous girlfriends had ever, ever let me try anal. It was something that I (like most other boys) had always fantasized about. And now, getting to do it with my cousin, the cousin I'd been looking up to for years... oh God, just the thought made me tremble. 

"Yeah Colton, I want to fuck you." I said. He smirked at me. 

"Thank God." He breathed, climbing off of me. He moved to his hands and knees, pressing his ass up in the air. I took my place behind him, and gently squeezed his firm ass. 

"Oh! Here." He said, reaching into the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube. He handed it to me. 

"Colton, you've got a great ass." I said, rubbing my cock between the crack of his bottom. I pulled away, squirting some lube onto my fingers and onto his hole. 

"Mm, why don't you slap it?" Colton asked. I chuckled. 

"What?" 

"Slap my ass." Colton said again. I smirked, bringing my hand down hard on his left cheek. He whimpered softly, before sighing contentedly. 

"Yeah, keep that up while you fuck me kid." He said. "I like it rough and mean, if you're up for it." 

"Sure, Colton." I said, bringing my fingers to his hole. I started with my middle finger, slowly pushing it against his asshole. He groaned quietly as I thrust my finger into him. The walls of his ass tightened for a moment, but Colton exhaled calmly, and he relaxed around my finger. 

I pumped my finger in and out of him slowly, working his asshole open. He whimpered, but gave no sign of pain or resistance. 

"Ready for another one?" I asked. 

"Yeah cuz." He responded, rocking his hips on my finger, fucking himself. I smiled, bringing my index finger to his hole and gently pushing it inside of him. He moaned this time, continuing to rock himself on my fingers.

"Scissor them, open me up," He said softly. I obeyed, separating my fingers as far as I could inside of him, stretching him open for me. "Yeah, kid, just like that." 

I added a third finger, pumping them inside of him. He groaned with pleasure, as I stretched him open for me. Just feeling the way his asshole clenched around my fingers was getting me horny. My prick was rock hard and begging for attention. 

"Colton, can I-"

"Yeah, fuck me, kid." He cut me off, pressing his ass against my cock. I chuckled, spreading his ass cheek with my hand, grabbing my cock in the other. I placed my cock against his entrance, and slowly pushed it in. Colton groaned, pulling away slightly.  

God, it was heavenly, being inside my cousin's ass. The walls of his channel tightened around my cock, massaging me as I pressed my length inside of him. It was so much better than being with a girl.

I thrust in and out of him gently, pushing more of my length into his tight hole with every thrust. I sighed contentedly, gripping his hips as I fucked him. He whimpered with every pump of my cock, his asshole slowly adjusting, allowing me to fit more of my length inside of him. 

"Fuck me hard, kid." Colton moaned, when he was able to take my entire cock. I smirked, pulling out of him almost all the way, before roughly slamming back into him. He groaned in a combination of pain and pleasure.

"Yeah, just like that." He said. I gave his ass a hard slap, causing him to moan loudly again. I slapped his other ass cheek, alternating between the two, watching his pale cheeks turn bright pink. God, he had such a great, round ass.

"You like it rough, huh, Colton?" I asked, ramming my length into him. I came all the way out of him, waited a few agonizing seconds, and then slammed back into him, forcing all of my length into his tight hole.

"Y-yes." He stuttered, gasping as I pounded him, continuing to slap his ass. I loved this. Thank God he was a switch, we'd have some serious fun together. 

"Pull my hair." He begged, meeting me part way on every thrust, backing his ass up to me. I leaned over him, gripping his thick black hair in my hand and pulling him back towards me. 

"Yes, fuck yes!" Colton moaned as I fucked him hard. I smiled, his language and need for violence was arousing. I was curious to see how far I could push him. I was curious to see how far I would go. I don't think I'm actually a dom, but rather, I just loved hearing my cousin moan while I fucked him. If it took me hitting him and pulling his hair, that's what I'd do. He was too fucking hot to resist. 

"You like being fucked by your cousin, you little cock-whore?" I asked, releasing his hair and giving his ass another hard slap. 

"Yes." He growled. 

"Are you a fucking slut, Colton?" I asked. The power trip was getting to me. Colton was older than me, and I'd always looked up to him. And here I was, fucking his ass without abandon, making him my little cock-whore. This was too fucking good to be true. 

"Yes, yes, Aaron." He moaned. I slapped his ass again.

"Say it, whore, tell me what you are." 

"I'm a fucking slut." Colton groaned, as my cock plunged all the way into his perfect, tight ass. Colton fell to his elbows, balling his fists and resting his forehead on them. His legs twitched slightly against mine as I fucked him. 

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He moaned. I was so close, I could already feel the pressure building in my stomach. 

"I'm going to cum, Colton." I groaned, gripping his hips. 

"Cum on my face, kid, please." He begged. I pulled out of him and he quickly fell to his back, looking up at me. He stroked his prick quickly as I moved beside his face. 

I jerked my dick above his face, and he opened his mouth wide for me. He kept his eyes open. My free hand moved to his hair and tangled in the dark tresses. 

"Please, cum on my face, cousin." He said quietly. It sent me over the edge. 

I moaned loudly, cum erupting from my cock and onto my cousin's perfect face. My warm seed coated his cheeks and nose, shooting across his face in thick, long streaks. I shuddered, riding out my orgasm, pumping rope after rope of jizz onto him. 

As soon as I was coming down from my climax, Colton came. His back arched up off the bed, his eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a low guttural groan. I watched him cum, his cock sending streams of spunk up his pale chest. He shuddered, his body quaking with the force of his orgasm. 

Finally he sunk back down on the bed again, panting. He opened his eyes slowly and looked up at me. 

"Feed it to me, baby." He said softly. I smiled, rubbing my thumb along his cheek, scooping up my cum, and feeding it to him. He sucked my finger clean, and I continued on, feeding him until his face was clean. 




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"Mm, mine too, kid." He said softly. I obeyed, running my hands along his defined stomach, feeding him his own spunk. He swallowed it all greedily. I chuckled softly.

"You're weird, Colton." I said, relaxing back against the bed. 

"No, I just really, really, really like cum." He responded, turning to face me. I smiled, leaning over to kiss him, his tongue moved with mine and I could taste our salty mixture there. 

"Thanks for getting rough with me, kid. You have no idea how much that shit turns me on." He said, looking up at the ceiling. 

"No worries... you aren't going to be that rough with me, right?" I asked, curling against his chest. 

"Oh, God, no. I'm going to be way, way, worse."



Cousins Celebrate Christmas Pt. 04



"I would say... Heath Ledger, if he was still alive, Johnny Depp, and Dave Navarro. What about you?" Colton asked, before taking a large bite out of his sandwich.

"Three celebrities I would sleep with if I could... I have absolutely no idea." I said, stretching out my legs. Colton looked at me, one of his eyebrows cocked up. He scoffed.

"You can't name three people you'd like to fuck? They don't have to be celebrities." He said, eating the last portion of his sandwich. He took a sip from his coffee while I thought.

"No, I really can't think of anyone that I want to sleep with. Well, except you." 

"That's a damn lie, and you know it." Colton said with a grin, showing his perfect, white teeth. 

"No, really." I said, standing from the table. I grabbed our plates and headed to the kitchen, putting them in the dishwasher. 

"So, you're saying if your dad came up to you and told you he wanted to fuck you, you would say no?" Colton asked, following.

"What? Where did that come from?" I asked, incredulous. 

"I've seen the way you look at your father." 

I blushed. It was true, my dad's really attractive, but all the men in my family are! It doesn't mean anything. 

"I'm in love with you, Colton, not my dad." I said simply, shrugging. Colton smiled again. 

"Good answer, I guess." He said, taking my chin in his hands. He tilted my face up, pressing his lips against mine. I parted my lips, his tongue moved against mine, deepening the kiss. He pushed me gently against the counter, pinning me there. 

He pulled away, his lips moving down to my neck, and he nipped down it, causing me to shudder against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Colton, you were just joking earlier, right? When you said you'd be really rough?" I asked, anxiously as he continued his wonderful assault on my neck. He chuckled against my skin, before pulling away to look at me. His deep blue eyes shone into mine.

"Kid, I will never, ever, ever do anything you aren't comfortable with, okay?" He said, pecking my lips. I smiled back, and nodded.

"If, however, later you realize that you, I dunno, want me to hog-tie you and fuck you until you' re unconscious, well, I would be more than happy to oblige." He said with a wink. I smirked back. "But, baby steps, baby steps." 

Colton kissed me again, his warm lips moving lovingly against mine. I don't know how someone so tender could ever be as rough as he said he was. But I guess I'd find out later, just how dominating my cousin could be. 

My cousin's hands moved down my chest, gripping my hips. He held me close, close enough that I could feel his erection rubbing forcefully against mine. I smiled as we kissed, moving my hand down to his crotch to rub him through his pants. 

"Mm, don't start something you can't finish." He murmured in my ear, his hips moving rhythmically against my hand. 

"I'm not." I responded, looking into his deep blue eyes. His smirk slowly fell, he became serious. 

"You'll be gentle, won't you Colton?" I asked quietly. A silent understanding passed between us as Colton nodded slowly. I smiled shyly back at him. 

His hand moved from my hip and he took my hand in his. With a small, yet serious smile, he led me back to his room. Though there was no one home, and wouldn't be for another few hours, he shut and locked his door behind us. 

Colton moved behind me, placing his hands on my hips once more. His lips moved to my neck, softly kissing me. I closed my eyes, relaxing against him. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt and he slowly pulled it up, off over my head. He wrapped his arms around my naked torso and resumed kissing my shoulders and neck once more. 

"Colton, I'm so nervous." I admitted sheepishly, my hands moving to his arms. 

"You don't need to be, cuz. It'll only hurt for a little bit, I promise." He soothed. I blushed deeply.

"It's not that. It's just..." 

Colton released me, and moved in front of me, so he could look into my eyes. 

"I'm not judging you. I would never judge you." He said softly, his deep blue eyes boring into mine. We smiled at each other, before Colton kissed me again. It was passionate and tender and fast. His tongue moved with mine, as his hands slowly pulled off his own shirt. 

He led me to the bed, not breaking our kiss. I tugged off my boxers quickly, letting them fall to the floor before climbing onto the bed. He followed suit, undressing completely before joining me on the bed. 

Colton pushed me gently onto my back, and climbed between my legs. My head rested on the pillows, his hands held my face. My fingers tangled in his hair. I was quickly becoming breathless as we kissed. I was already becoming desperate to get off, my cock was fully hard, so was Colton's. 

"Kid," Colton said between kisses, "I love you." 

My heart thumped rapidly in my chest, and I grinned wide, showing my teeth. 

"Really?" 

"Of course." Colton said with a chuckle, looking down at me. I relaxed against the bed, smiling up at him. 

"I love you too." 

"Good." He responded, pecking my lips. He came off me slightly, his dick rubbing against my thigh. Colton leaned over, pulling open the drawer next to his bed and rummaging around in it, before pulling out a small bottle of lube. 

"I'll be generous with it, don't worry." He murmured. 

I nodded and watched Colton. He squirted a heavy amount of lube onto his fingers, before bringing them to my ass. His finger slowly pushed inside me, and I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. 

"Relax, baby." Colton breathed softly, pushing his finger further inside me. "It won't hurt for long." 

I tried to steady my breathing, but I was having a really hard time. I was so nervous and I was unfamiliar with it all. My heart was pounding in my chest. But I didn't want to stop. 

Colton leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine. I tried to focus on kissing him. As we kissed I could feel his second finger pressing against my hole and I immediately tensed. His finger pushed inside me and I groaned again, my hips jerking upwards and away from his hand. 

Despite the pain, I was actually enjoying this. Being this close to Colton was amazing, and as I gradually got more and more accustomed to having something inside me, it began to actually feel good. 

Colton moved his fingers inside me, opening up my channel as much as he could. Every so often he would run his finger deliberately over my prostate and I would moan quietly with pleasure. It wasn't long before I was taking three of his fingers inside me.  

"Colton, I'm ready." I said eventually. I wanted him inside me. 

My cousin propped himself up to look at me. He cocked his eyebrow at me. 

"You sure?" I nodded eagerly. "If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?" 

Again, I nodded. Colton pulled his fingers from my channel. He hooked his hands under my knees and pulled my legs up so they were resting comfortably on his hips. Finally, he took his dick in his hand and spread a large amount of lube on it, before positioning it at my waiting hole. 

I breathed slowly. In, out, in, out. He pushed into me. I groaned loudly, my ass clenched around his dick, my back arched up off the bed. Panting I opened my eyes to look at him. 

"You okay, kid?" He asked anxiously. I stared up into his bright blue eyes. I was determined now, I wanted it. 

"Yeah, keep going." I breathed. Colton gave me a small smile, before leaning over me once more. He rested his hands beside my face, supporting himself so he could pump into me easily. 

He went slowly to start, pushing himself in inch by inch, rocking his hips gently against my ass. But I was quickly opening up for him; my virgin ass wanted his dick. 

I tightened my legs around his hips when he was finally all the way inside me. I'd never felt so full before, but it felt heavenly. Colton worked his hips more quickly now, drilling into me at a steady pace, spurred on by my frequent moans. 

My cousin's large dick rubbed against my prostate with nearly every thrust. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the pillows.

"God Colton, you feel so good inside me." I breathed, reaching up to lock my hands in his hair. 

"Yeah kid? You like your cousin's dick inside you?" He asked. His thrusts became rougher now, but every inch of my body seemed to tingle with sexual pleasure. Colton, my beautiful cousin was fucking me. And I was loving it. 

"God, fuck me." I moaned, the pressure in my stomach began to build. I was getting close. Colton was fucking me for all he was worth now. His hips slammed against my ass, his thick prick filling me to the max. Pre-cum oozed generously from the tip of my cock, and I began stroking myself, unable to hold back any more. 

"I love you Aaron." Colton groaned as he thrust into me. My toes curled, my feet flexed.

"I love you, I love you, I - fuck!" I nearly hollered as I came. My ass tightened around his cock, my back arched high off the bed. My large load shot up my stomach, some ropes reaching all the way up my chest. 

Colton growled, his pumps became reckless and unreserved. Seconds after my climax died, I felt his hot load fill my hole. He thrust into me until he finished, filling my used hole with his seed. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled out of me, than collapsed onto my chest, spreading my spunk. 

"Jesus Christ." Colton breathed, resting his head in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his back; my legs were still locked around him. 

"That was wonderful." I breathed, staring up at the ceiling. 

"That was fucking hot," Colton chuckled softly, "I never thought in a million years I'd get to fuck you." 

"Best Christmas Eve ever." I concluded. I felt him nod against me. 

"Wait until we move out together. Then we'll really get up to some crazy shit." Colton said. 

"You want me to move out with you?" I asked, grinning. . 

"Well duh. I assumed that was the plan. Now come on, let's go shower." Colton headed into the bathroom and I followed obediently after him. 

Move out with Colton? I could think of nothing better.