3 comments/ 39373 views/ 12 favorites Does She or Doesn't She? Ch. 01 By: shadywriter The young girl in the photos was captivating. Dewy skin, large liquid brown eyes, moist lips. And a body that made any man ache with passion. How did the young male world survive without the Internet, I wondered, slowly stroking my stiffening manhood as I scrolled down the page of thumbnail photos. In this global village lived thousands of beautiful nubile creatures with limbs splayed and private parts displayed in every imaginable position. And in some I never knew were possible. Sure, in the past there had been porn magazines and movies. But the Internet is is erotica on demand, searchable and scrollable. And available at a keystroke, at no cost but for the redness left by an over-enthusiastic afternoon or a lonely Saturday night. Don't get me wrong, I date. I date lots, and I'm no virgin. There's no substitute for a hot, willing woman who is curious and available. I've introduced a few girls to carnal love and have been rewarded with enthusiasm, eagerness , gratitude and no lingering desire for a deep relationship. They wanted to get fucked by someone who knew how to do it and I was amenable. But I digress. The Internet is more convenient than dating. There are no strings attached, unless you count the time and trouble to set up antivirus and spyware scans. And while it doesn't come close to the feeling of a wet pussy gripping your cock, it's efficient and effective. And in my final semester of college, worried about graduation and seeking a place in the working world, I needed as little extra distraction as possible. The last few times I've gone online to surf the porn pages, I've found myself drawn to a site that seemingly would not be my forte. It features a small young blonde from Montreal, Canada, and is tame by Internet porn standards. This girl has been an Internet star for a few years but only recently released free photos of herself nude. For a long time, the only pictures that surfers who weren't members of her website could find were photos of her in sleepwear, swimwear or lingerie. The boldest photos were of her in a thong with her back turned, her arms crossed over her breasts. A sharp-eyed viewer might have been able to see the side of her breast as it peeked out from her hand, or the pale underside of her breasts as she lifted her shirt to remove it. She almost disappeared from thumbnail sites, replaced by bolder, younger vixens only too willing to offer up total nudity, gynecological poses, object insertion and girl-girl teasing in return for links to their pay-to-play sites. A few weeks ago, I stumbled onto recent photos of the young girl, this time obviously taken from the inside pages of her website. Because in these she was nude. Not teasingly nude but bold, in-your-face nude. She still hadn't joined the "watch me fuck for money" club, and there were no cucumbers, hair brushes or broom handles erupting from her innards. But there were soft, small, pink-nippled breasts and a tight young pussy crowned by a strip of honey-colored pubic hair. Pretty heady stuff after years of peek-a-boo online. Sure, it was tame. I could find photos - and video - of prettier girls. Better-endowed girls. Girls willing to do daring things on camera. And in high-definition video in many cases. But this girl somehow captivated me. She didn't have the biggest breasts or even the best-proportioned body. Some would say she had a big butt for a girl so small. Or didn't have the tiniest waistline. Or that her breasts were too small, her aerola too large. But I found myself returning time and time again to these new photos. My cock's reaction to the images was equally unsettling. As I said, I'm no stranger to sex. So it usually takes me a while to get cranked up when I'm using the Internet to get off. But the first time I found these nude photos of the blonde, my soldier lept to attention like it was Flag Day. And every time I've returned, I've had the same physical reaction. So I found myself looking more critically at the photos, even as I quickened my hand's pace up and down my love-handle. And then it hit me! This girl looks like my Canadian cousin! Hell, it might BE my Canadian cousin! I was so shocked I actually stopped my stroking and my hooded warrior went limp. I peered at the photos, found a closeup of the girl's face and enlarged it to full screen. I looked into her brown eyes, catching the golden highlights as she stared back at me. I studied her hair, honey-colored with golden highlights. I paid particular attention to her lips, full and soft, moist with desire. The longer I looked, the more convinced I became that this was, indeed, my cousin from Toronto. To underscore my conviction, my cock began to swell as the realization dawned. How could I be sure? How old would Anita be now? It had been more than five years since I'd last seen her so she would be at least 21 now. She had just gotten her driver's license the last time I'd visited. I remembered because I teased her relentlessly about being able to drive herself instead of going out on dates chauffeured by her older sister. I recall her lilting laughter as she playfully punched me on the arm. We had always been close, even though I was nearer her sister's age than hers. So how can I confirm my suspicions? I can't confront her without ruining our friendship. She really is special to me and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. I gazed back at the beautiful face on my computer screen. The girl from Montreal was older but so was Anita now. I closed my eyes and imagined her lovely face, shining with love as we parted at the end of my last visit. She had kissed me tenderly and pushed away, looking into my eyes. "Don't you ever stop caring for me," she said. "I love you and I couldn't stand it if you stopped loving me." I closed the image on my screen and went back to the page of thumbnails. Now my suspicions were aroused (an interesting word considering my cock's throbbing condition) and I was determined to satisfy my curiosity. I opened a full-body view and perused the blonde from head to toe. I'd never seen my cousin nude, not for a lack of trying, but I'd seen her in a bikini and was confident I'd be able to tell if this was her. The neck, shoulders and chest certainly could be my cousin's. A bit fleshier than I remembered but she's five years older and probably more physically mature than the 16-year-old I remembered. The breasts were beautiful and seemed the right size but this was an area about which I had to admit no knowledge. Her waist was slender and shapely but I thought my cousin's was smaller and better-defined. The Montreal beauty had a bit of a tummy, not unattractive by any means. But not the mirror of my cousin's tight, rippled abs. I forced my eyes down below the moist vee between her thighs and focused on her legs. Here the jury was deadlocked. From her beautiful thighs to her trim ankles, the Montreal girl's legs were the equal of my cousin's gorgeous gams. In the next photo, the Montreal girl's back was turned, displaying her round butt and her sleek back. As my eyes wandered down her body I reached the small of her back and sighed with relief. This wasn't my cousin. It couldn't be. This girl had a tattoo on her lower back and my cousin was ink-free. So it was close but no cigar. And I could enjoy leering at the Montreal girl without guilt. One Friday morning, my mom dropped a bomb on my breakfast cereal. "How would you like to go to Toronto with me after graduation?" she asked. "We haven't been there in a while and I'd like to see your aunt and cousins. Dad has a conference so he'll be gone for a week and I thought you and I could go north for a visit." In an instant, all the thoughts of my lovely young cousin came rushing back. What the hell, I thought. It'd be nice to see her again and I'm sure she's deep into a relationship with some Canadian hockey player or something. "Sure, mom. That'd be great. It'll be nice to have some downtime before starting my real life." On Friday, mom and I took dad to the airport for his conference. Then we rushed home and packed the car for our six-hour drive north to Toronto. We were both in high spirits, ready to enjoy a carefree week in Canada. And I was looking forward to renewing my friendship with my northern cousin. We arrived at my aunt's house at suppertime. My mom's sister was younger but they could have passed for twins. Both were striking brunettes with sculpted faces, high cheekbones and sleek model-slim figures. Neither looked like a mother, at least not the typical TV mom. They hugged and chattered on the porch for a minute until my aunt realized I was standing, bags in hand, behind mom. "Jerry!" she screamed, rushing past my mom to throw her arms around me. "Oh, Annie's going to be so pleased!" She kissed me, pressing her body against me as she drew me to her. I found myself momentarily aroused by her lean form glued to my body. I stepped back before she noticed the growing bulge in my crotch and smiled my response. "I'm really glad to be here, Aunt Jo. And I'm looking forward to seeing Annie again. Is she home?" Before my aunt could answer, the front screen flew open and a blonde blur hit me chest high at what seemed about 60 miles an hour (or 100 kilometers, whatever the Canadian equivalent might be). "You hot hunk! Why haven't you been up to see me before now?" Anita was in my arms and squirming like a Christmas puppy. "You'd better not have gone off and gotten married on me!" She kissed me and molded her body to me. She was short, about 5-foot-5, and her head came just under my chin. As my arms went around her, I found myself marveling at how tiny she was. I could feel her firm breasts pressing against my midsection and I could see her tight butt as she stood on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. "I couldn't marry anyone but you," I laughed. "And they won't let me marry you so I'm just going to stay single." She dropped away from me but held onto my hand as I recovered the bags I'd dropped and went into the living room. "C'mon," she said, "I'll help you with the bags and then we can catch up on stuff. Mom and Aunt Lu will be jawing nonstop anyway. They'll never miss us." She grabbed my mom's bag and started toward the staircase. "Don't get too engrossed in your conversation," her mom said. "Dinner's almost ready and I'm sure Jerry is starving." I turned toward the staircase as Annie (no one in the family called her Anita but me) started up. I was riveted by her tight butt as she climbed the stairs. She wore low-slung shorts that accentuated her trim, muscular legs and a top that stopped just short of the elastic band on her shorts. As she grabbed the handrail and pulled her way up the stairs the shirt rode up slightly, exposing the small of her back and, ohmygawd, a tattoo! I slipped on a stair tread and nearly fell. "Watch it!" she said, dropping the bag to turn and grab me. "Some of these old stairs are really shaky. Did you hit a bad one?" I was perspiring and struggling to regain both my balance and composure. "I'm OK," I said shakily. "I just wasn't paying attention." My mind was whirling. A tattoo! I had been sure my cousin wasn't the Montreal hottie because she didn't have a tattoo and the Internet star did. But now I find out that Annie does have a tattoo. All the other comparisons came rushing back. Was there anything else that clearly separated the two? I couldn't remember. I just stopped comparing once I saw the tattoo. Now the doubts and erotic possibilities came rushing back. Sometime during my mental wandering I made it up the stairs and to the room I was to use during our visit. Annie had deposited my mom's bag in a room down the hall and was coming back to where I was riveted. "Are you OK?" she asked, her brow furrowing with concern. "You're pale and your forehead's all sweaty. Did you hurt yourself?" I shook myself into control. "No, I'm fine," I lied. "Tripping just shook me up a bit. I'm really just fine. C'mon in and talk to me while I put my stuff away." We went into my room and she jumped onto the bed. I opened my suitcase on a valet stand and looked back at her. "You look terrific," I said honestly. "You're prettier now than the last time I saw you. No wonder you're the only girl I ever wanted to marry." Through my teasing, I took in her glowing face, her large brown eyes and those full, moist lips. Her legs were coiled under her supporting her small frame. Her breasts pressed against the thin cotton tank, rising and falling as she breathed. She was not self-conscious under my gaze; rather, she returned my steady stare as she gave me the once-over. I found myself wondering anew if this was the girl who'd bared her body for millions of lustful males on the Web. "You're pretty hot yourself," she said. "You were kinda lanky in high school but college food must agree with you. I can't believe some coed hasn't sunk her hooks into you yet but I'm glad you haven't succumbed. I've been saving myself for you." Her laugh was like a brook in the spring, bubbling up from within her and erupting cool and inviting. "I'm flattered," I joked back. "I didn't know there were any 21-year-old virgins left in North America. Or is it just that Canadian guys are too preoccupied with hockey and curling to engage in other indoor sports?" She leaned over and punched my arm with her tiny fist. "You ugly Americans! Always making jokes about us proud Canadians. And when I said I was saving myself I didn't mean it that way; I just meant I wasn't married either." "Oh, so you're a Canuk slut, eh?" I teased, secretly delighted that my hot cousin was familiar with physical pleasure. "Doin' the ol' horizontal mambo on the chesterfield, eh?" This was fun and her hearty laughter told me she was enjoying it, too. "No one calls it a chesterfield anymore," she giggled. "And I haven't been doing anything naughty on the sofa. At least not on our sofa." Her impish look told me someone's sofa was getting a workout, though. Our ribald conversation was interrupted by a voice from downstairs. "All right you two! Stop your horseplay and get down here for dinner!" My aunt's voice was light though the message was clear. I grabbed Annie's hands and hoisted her off the bed and toward the door. She stepped into my arms and reached up to pull my face to her. She kissed me tenderly and then, just before we parted, gave my lips a dusting with the tip of her tongue. "It's really great to see you," she said breathily. "I think we're going to have a great time getting reacquainted." We went downstairs hand in hand and I walked into the kitchen slightly behind her, hoping my mom and aunt didn't notice my growing arousal. As we parted to sit down, Annie glanced back and then down toward my crotch. "Hasn't Jerry grown, mom?" she said to my aunt. "He's a lot bigger than I remember." Her double entendre was lost on our moms but I nearly choked. She smiled demurely as we sat down to dinner. Annie and I volunteered to clean up after dinner and our mothers retired to Aunt Jo's bedroom to sip tea and trade gossip about mutual friends and Canadian headliners. Mom and Aunt Jo have always been close and she cherishes these visits. I knew we wouldn't be pestered by our parents during the week. Annie washed and I dried, stacking the dishes carefully on the counter. Annie put them in the cupboard and then turned to me. "Wanna go downtown and grab a beer?" she asked. "I'm legal now, y'know." "Yeah, and you can drink with the big folks, too," I shot back, smiling as the double entendre struck her and she reached out again. "You can find out about the latter," she said, "but it's not likely you'll learn about the former anytime soon Yank!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. We went to a small pub in a district north of Toronto that was unfamiliar to me. "How come we're here?" I asked as we headed toward the door. "Because no one knows me here," she said. "So no one will ask a bunch of questions about who you are." We ordered pints and found a table in the corner of the pub away from the smoke and noise. "I can't begin to tell you how excited I was when mom told me you were coming up," Annie said after we were settled. "It's been like Christmas Eve ever since she told me. I couldn't sleep last night waiting to see you." "I'm sorry the thought of me scared you so much you couldn't sleep," I joked. "You big dummy!" she pouted. "You just never take me seriously!" "I do now," I said, suddenly sobering. "You were always the fun kid until I saw you earlier. You've grown into a beautiful, bright young woman. It'd be impossible not to take you seriously." She blushed and smiled at me. "Thank you. I've always wanted you to take me seriously, like when I tell you how much I love you." "I love you, too, Anita. And I always will." "No, I don't mean I love you like my favorite cousin, which you are. I mean I love you like the exciting man you are ... like a boyfriend." I was paralyzed. We'd always joked about how fond we were of one another but I had no idea that it had rooted so deeply in her life. Hell, I hadn't seen her for the last quarter of her existence. What should I say? While I was pondering my response, she continued talking. "So I guess I'm making a fool of myself again," she said darkly. "Your silence speaks volumes. Apparently my affection is one-sided." I finally recovered. "No, your affection is definitely not one-sided," I said. "If I told you about some of the fantasies I'd entertained about us you'd be shocked and probably disgusted. But the dreams weren't just lurid sex tales ... they were manifestations of my deepest wish that you might share the love I had for you." She nearly spilled her beer reaching over the table to pull my face to hers. Her mouth was warm and moist and her kiss was anything but cousinly. Her tongue snaked out and found mine, wrapping it in her hot, wet love. My cock was attempting to levitate the table on its own as I responded to Anita's wonderful kiss. After what seemed 10 minutes, we parted and I was panting like I'd just run a marathon. She had a distant look in her soft brown eyes and her hands were cool as they stroked my face. I reached over and held her chin in my hands. "I really do love you, Anita. And I guess I always have. But I never wanted to admit it, even to myself." I kissed her again, feeling her warmth spread from her lips through my body. "Let's get out of here," she said. "I want to go someplace and just be with you." I tossed some bills on the table and we left, my arm wrapped around her tiny waist and her hip rubbing against my leg as we walked to the car. She tossed me the keys and asked me to drive. "I'm too turned on to try and drive," she said, "and I want both hands free to paw you." She wasn't kidding. As I steered out of the parking lot she moved as close to me as the car's console would allow and began running her fingers up and down my thigh. She reached over with her right hand and stroked my chest, purring contentedly as she whispered directions. We arrived at a small park in the middle of a residential district and parked at the back of the lot, away from lights and traffic. I turned toward her and pulled her against me, kissing her deeply as our bodies twisted to get closer to one another. "Let's go outside," she said. "I want to feel you against me." We stumbled out of the car and found a grassy area not far from the parking lot. She pulled me to her and locked her mouth on mine, pressing her body against me as she tongued me into arousal. My hands ran up and down her back and onto her tight butt, pulling her against me as we kissed. She pushed me back and lay on top of me, grinding her hips into mine as we groped one another. She rolled onto her side and pulled me to her, reaching down to stroke my hardness. Does She or Doesn't She? Ch. 01 "You're so big," she whispered, exploring my length. "Undress me and make love to me! I want to feel you inside me!" She unzipped my pants and reached in to grasp my cock in her tiny hand, stroking it as she pulled it into the cool evening. I reached under her shirt and felt her smooth back, stroking her as I lifted the shirt over her head. I unzipped her shorts and slid them down her hips, leaving her in a tiny bra and thong. As I unhooked the bra and bared her beautiful breasts, I was struck by a memory of the Montreal Internet girl. But before I could get too engrossed, Anita pushed her thong down her legs and then pulled at my shirt. "Get naked and make love to me!" she pleaded, tugging my shirt over my head and loosening my belt as she worked to get me undressed. I helped, pushing my pants and boxers off and rolling on top of her, raising up and positioning my cock at her tiny opening. I slipped my head into her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal. I moved slowly, concerned I might hurt this beautiful princess and a bit guilty about doing this with my own cousin. But my guilt didn't stop me from pushing deep within her, feeling her pussy clench me and release me as she moved under me. I thrust deep within her and pulled back until only my head was in her pussy. Then I pushed back in, hearing her moans of passion and fighting to hold off my orgasm until she was ready. As I moved in and out of her, her hips rose and fell with mine in a quickening rhythm that brought me near orgasm. "I'm going to cum!" I gasped, thrusting deeper inside her. In response, she grabbed my butt and pulled me into her, holding me as her pussy gripped my cock and I erupted in a series of spasms that released jets of cum inside her. She ground her pussy into me, writhing in her own orgasm and moaning as she came down from her climax. I rolled over on my side, pulling her with me so we were locked together as my cock softened and her body relaxed. She was first to speak. "That was fantastic!" she whispered. "And I hope we get to do that lots of times this week. It's even better than I imagined it, and I've thought about doing you for years now." "You're amazing," I said. "I have fantasized about you but never thought I'd have a chance to make love to you. I couldn't have dreamed up anything this amazing. And your body is one of the most beautiful I've ever seen." "So you've seen a lot of naked women?" she teased, rolling away from me in mock anger. "I don't really believe that because if you had, I wouldn't be the best you've ever seen. I don't have big boobs and my butt's too big for the rest of me." I looked at her golden back in the moonlight, focusing on the tattoo. As aroused as I was, I couldn't bear to destroy the moment and ask her whether she was the Montreal star. So I did the next-best thing: I asked about the tattoo. "So when did you get the tat?" I asked softly, stroking her hip as I drank in the beauty of her back and heart-shaped butt. "Last fall, for my 21st birthday," she said. "I was in Montreal celebrating with some friends and they thought it would be neat for me to get something to remind me of my birthday. And they helped me design it so it's really unique to me." She shifted so I could get a better look at it. "It's an interlinked '21' that kinda looks like some Celtic symbol or something. One of my friends is a graphic artist and computer geek so she did the final design." I stared at the image and tried to remember the specifics of the Internet girl's inking. All I could remember was that it was about the same place on her lower back and that it, too, seemed very unusual. Not the typical butterfly or hummingbird or pinstripe design. But I couldn't conjure up a match in my mind and I was too overwrought to spend much time trying. Annie, for her part, was coming down from our orgasmic hookup and realizing that we were lying nude in a park in the middle of a district of homes. "We'd better get up and out of here," she said, "before someone notices us and we get arrested." She grabbed her clothes and ran for the car as I followed, still struggling with what had just happened and with my continuing concern over the girl from Montreal. We jumped into the car and scrambled into our clothes, laughing like teenagers who'd just put something over on their parents. Buttoning my shirt, I turned to face Annie. I reached for her hands, stopping her as she pulled her shirt down over her breasts. "I really do love you," I said. "That was the most beautiful, most amazing thing I've ever done and I hope I'll have a chance to do it many more times. But if we never have sex again, I still will love you as much as I do right now." I leaned over and kissed her softly. As I pulled away, a salty tear landed on my chin. "I'm sorry, Annie. I'm truly sorry if I hurt you." "You silly ass," she said, smiling through her tears. "These aren't sad tears they're happy tears. You just proved that dreams aren't real. My dreams always included this cousin who loved me and treated me like a queen. But you're so much better than that cousin that the reality is way beyond my dream. I love you so much and to hear you tell me that you love me, too, is the best thing I could ever imagine. I don't care that we're cousins. I just care that I love you and you love me and what we just shared is the most beautiful thing in the world." She finished her speech by grabbing my head and sucking me into the hottest, deepest, longest kiss of my life. When she was done, my toes were cramping, my cock was trying to burst through my zipper and my heart had created a new space in my chest. I now really knew what love was about. Does She or Doesn't She? Ch. 02 Author's note: This is the second chapter of the story of Annie and Jerry. Like the first installment, this one stands alone but is better understood if you read chapter 1 first. Thanks to all for your feedback. The morning after I had made love to my cousin Anita for the first time I awakened slowly from a highly charged erotic dream. I could see the sunlight streaming through my bedroom window, its warmth enfolding me as I struggled into consciousness. At the same time, I felt like I was still asleep and dreaming about soft lips surrounding my hardness, the tip of a hot, wet tongue tracing circles around its sensitive head. As I gave in to my baser urges and closed my eyes to sink further into my dream world, a lilting chuckle drifted up from my coverlet. "Hi, cuz!" my adorable cousin giggled, her head emerging from my sheets, hair tousled from being under the blankets. "You're up and at 'em early!" Her soft laughter was nearly as erotic as the delightful wakeup call she had provided. "I didn't want you to have to wake up alone this morning, and I didn't want to wake up alone either." She snuggled into my chest, her soft breasts pressing against me through her sleep shirt. "Aren't you worried we'll get caught doing this?" I asked. "I'm certainly not complaining -- I can't think of a better way to wake up in the morning -- but I don't want to spoil our week together on the first full day." "Mom and Aunt Lu are down in the kitchen talking. They've been going nonstop since before 7 this morning and I don't think they even know we're in the house. And besides, I wanted to make sure you didn't have any misgivings about last night. I sure didn't; it was my dream come true." The night before, we had gone out for a drink and Annie (everyone in the family called her Anita but she'll always be Annie to me) had confessed her love for me as a man, not just as her cousin. While the news came as a surprise, it was a welcome one because I had always felt particularly close to this tiny blonde bombshell. As I softly stroked her back and shoulders, her shirt rode up her back, exposing her tiny bikinis and the tattoo on her lower back. It was that tattoo that brought me all the way back to reality. Before my mother and I came north for a visit, I had been captivated by an Internet model who reminded me of Annie. And I had dismissed the similarities because the model had a tattoo and I had assumed Annie had none. On our arrival, I discovered that Annie had gotten a tattoo for her 21st birthday, rekindling my curiosity about the girl on the Web. Try as I could, I could not recall the specifics of the Internet girl's tattoo. It was intricate, just as Annie's was intricate, but I couldn't say with any certainty that they were the same. And, despite having now seen Annie nude, I couldn't say for sure that they were one in the same. I also couldn't say for sure that they weren't one in the same. Did it matter? I wondered about that. Would it bother me to know that millions of men had seen my special cousin in the nude? That she was the object of their cheapest, tackiest porn fantasies? What did it mean to her? Why did she do it? My mind was spinning with questions for which I had no answers and all of them swirled around this sweet, beautiful woman dozing peacefully on my chest, her blonde hair spread in a golden halo and her soft breasts pressing against me with each breath. Annie's head rose and her liquid brown eyes gazed up at me, golden highlights catching the sunlight and almost dazzling me with their beauty. "I could stay here all day," she said quietly. "In fact, I could stay here for the rest of my life. I love you, cuz." She stretched her long neck and pressed her warm lips against mine in a tender kiss that was non-sexual and heart-stoppingly erotic at the same time. Just as she pulled away, her tongue darted out to trace a quick circle around my mouth. "I'm going to get a shower so we can plan the rest of our day," she said, slipping out of the bed and stretching, her tiny shirt riding up her tight belly over her small, white string bikinis. I was pitching a tent under the covers as she turned and wiggled her tight butt at me. "Get a move on and I might let you wash my back," she said, turning into the hall and heading toward the bathroom. I nearly fell out of the bed, tangled in the covers and fighting a raging hard-on as I sprinted toward the bathroom. As I rounded the door from my room, I glanced to the head of the stairs at the right just in time to see my mother's head coming up into the hall. "Good morning mom!" I shouted, backing into my bedroom and grabbing a robe to cover the angry warrior that was threatening to continue the trip to the bathroom without me. "Hi, son," mom said as she came to the doorway. "What are you up to? Are you and Anita doing anything today? You two got back rather late last night and I didn't get a chance to ask you. Have you caught up on the last several years? I hope you're getting along OK ... I'm afraid I haven't been much company for you. Jo and I have been so busy catching up on the gossip from here and the U.S. that we've ignored you kids. Are you bored?" "No, mom, I'm fine," I said, trying to control my emotions so I wouldn't sound too enthusiastic. "Annie and I have been catching up, too, and she just popped in to tell me she's got plans for us today. Is that a problem?" "You kids have a good time. We won't plan anything for dinner so grab something while you're out. Maybe Anita knows some nice restaurants. Take some Canadian money with you and make it your treat, OK?" She thrust a small pile of paper in my hand, shades of yellow, pink, green and blue. Annie and I had joked over the years about our respective national currencies, I called hers Monopoly money and she said ours was boring and hard to separate. I pocketed the cash and gave my mom a hug. She turned and headed back down the stairs as I peeked around the corner to watch her go. As her head disappeared down the stairs, the bathroom door opened and Annie appeared. "You missed your chance," she smiled. "But I'm all clean now, see?" She opened her towel to show me her beautiful body, nipples dark and hard from the shower and her smooth mons rising above a tight, soft vagina. Before I could reach her, she rewrapped the towel and dashed toward her room pulling the door closed behind her. I grumped into the bathroom, emptying my bladder before getting into the shower. As I emerged from the bathroom showered, shaved and ready for the day, Annie greeted me with a big hug. "Get dressed in something comfortable," she said, stroking my butt as she pressed against me. "I'm going to take you on a road trip to Montreal." "Why Montreal?" I asked. "Have you run out of things to do in Toronto?" "No, I have a couple of people I need to see in Montreal. I have a part-time job that takes me there once or twice a month and I scheduled this trip before I knew you were coming. Besides, I think you'll love the city and I'd like you to meet my friends there." My mind was spinning again. A part-time job in Montreal? A couple of times a month? I thought back to our post-orgasmic discussion last night. Didn't she say something about a friend in Montreal who was a computer geek? Maybe that's who runs the site for her. Do I ask her? Or do I just go along and see what happens? I dressed in a daze, not even sure what I was wearing. All of those unanswered questions from this morning came rolling back into my consciousness. I walked into the kitchen still pondering all of the imponderables. The three women all turned to greet me as I arrived. "Good morning, Jerry!" My aunt Jo enthused. "You look like you slept well. Would you like some breakfast?" "No thanks, Aunt Jo. I don't eat much in the mornings, usually just coffee and toast or a muffin." I grabbed a mug from the counter and filled it with hot coffee. As I turned back to the room, Annie stood in front of me with a hot English muffin. "Here, cuz. Gotta keep your energy up. Wouldn't want you going south with a cold or something after your visit." She smiled but gave me a questioning look. My bewilderment must have been evident in my face. I kissed my mom on the cheek and gave my aunt Jo a hug as Annie and I headed for the car. I had a muffin in one hand and a cup of hot coffee in my other as my crazy cousin reached back between us and grabbed my crotch. I jumped but managed not to douse both of us with coffee. "What the hell are you doing?" I said, struggling to maintain my composure in case our mothers were looking out the kitchen window. "Just warming things up," she laughed. "I didn't want you to fall asleep on the way to Montreal." We settled into the car without talking. I was still a bit miffed over her grab-ass stunt outside the house and my mind was still full of questions, paramount among them whether she was the Montreal Internet model. "I have to tell you something before we get to Montreal," Annie said after we had been driving for nearly an hour. I jumped, startled by the break in a lengthy silence and the possibility that my questions were going to be answered. "The job I have in Montreal, my mom doesn't know about it. She doesn't want me working while I'm going to school -- she wants me to put all of my effort into classes. But she doesn't have the money to send me to school, keep me fed and clothed and give me money to go out on weekends with my friends. So I do this thing in Montreal a couple of times a month to get enough money so that mom doesn't have to worry about me." Was that all? Was she going to tell me what her part-time job entailed? I didn't respond to her comments right away, hoping she'd fill the silence with more information. But after a long moment, I realized she was waiting for me to say something. "It's OK with me, Annie," I said. "I understand Aunt Jo's concerns but you're really bright and a part-time job that only requires a couple of days a month shouldn't have much impact on your grades. But how can you make much money working a couple of days a month? And what will I do while you're working?" There was another long pause as Annie stared at the empty road stretching ahead of us. After driving for several minutes without a word, she signaled for a right turn and pulled the car off the highway at an off-ramp, steering toward the parking lot of a sparsely populated diner. She stopped the car, turned off the motor and sat staring through the windshield. She slowly turned to me and I saw that her eyes were filling with tears. "I love you, Jerry," she said in a small voice. "And I guess I was really dumb to think that we'd never have to have this conversation. You're going to hate me for what I have to tell you and if you want to go back home we will do that. I can go to Montreal by myself tomorrow and you can make whatever excuse you have to make to our moms." "Annie, there's nothing you could tell me that would make me love you less. You gave me your heart and I'm not giving it back. I will always love you; there's nothing in your life that would make any difference to me." After I finished, I reached over and cupped her face in my hands, pulling her close and kissing away her tears before I enfolded her lips in mine in a long, warm kiss. She pulled away and stiffened again. "It will make a difference. The reason I can make money only working a couple of days a month is that I'm a nude model and I have an Internet porn site. There, I've said it! If you want to go back, we can go now. I'm really sorry I disappointed you like this." I grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward me. "I've seen the site," I said. "I suspected it was you and I don't care. You're beautiful ... and best of all, you're mine. I have thought about how I would react to you telling me about the site but it doesn't matter. If anything, my ego gets a real charge out of being the guy who gets to actually sleep with an Internet beauty that other guys can only fantasize about. But holding you, feeling your warm body close to mine, your soft lips against mine is all I care about. I don't know what will happen at the end of the week and I don't know how I can live without you now that I know you feel about me as I've always felt about you. But the fact that you've posed nude on the Internet is really the least of our problems." Annie slumped into her seat, nearly collapsing to the floor of the car. She shuddered and breathed deeply, her eyes closed and her skin cool and clammy. She recovered somewhat and pulled herself back into a sitting position. She turned and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me deeply. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered, tears pouring down her cheeks. "I thought you would hate me and never want to be near me again and now you've told me you are more worried about how we can be together. I don't deserve you, cousin of mine. You're better than a dream." We kissed again and then parted before our passions got the best of us. "Do you want to get something to eat?" I asked. "Mom gave me a fistful of funny money and it's burning a hole in my pocket. Besides, I think you could use a pit stop to fix your eye makeup." She looked into the rearview mirror and started laughing. "A real hottie, eh? Boy I'll bet those Internet guys would pay a bundle for a peek at this gal." We tumbled out of the car and walked into the diner. As I waited to be seated by the hostess, Annie headed straight for the restroom. I sat down and ordered two cups of coffee. As I was adding sugar to mine, Annie came to the booth and smiled down at me. "Is this better?" she asked. Her light eye makeup was repaired and she'd added a soft pink lip gloss that gave her full lips a wet look that had my body responding in very non-diner way. She bent to give me a light kiss, her shirt falling away to give me a glimpse of her breasts in their lemon yellow bra. As she pulled back, she smiled. "Glad to see you're still interested. I hope you never get tired of looking." After a light lunch we got back on the road to Montreal. With the tension lifted, Annie was her bubbly self, chatting about every landmark we passed and preparing me to meet her friends. "I have to warn you about my friend Kameron," she said. "She's the computer geek who built and maintains my website and who designed my 21st birthday tattoo. She's incredibly beautiful, smarter than anyone I know and in a constant state of horniness. If you're not careful, she'll have your pants off before she shakes your hand. And I don't care if you think she's the prettiest girl you've ever seen, I will not let you run off with her. You have to go home with me." I reached over and caressed her thigh, moving my fingers under the hem of her shorts to lightly touch her labia. She shivered as I ran my finger along her outer lip, feeling the moisture than had begun to build. "I don't want to go anywhere with anyone but you," I said. "And I'll do anything I need to do to keep you interested." She pulled my hand from her shorts, lifting it to her lips to lick her moisture from my fingers. "I'm really interested," she said, running her tongue along my finger as though it was my cock. "But I have to drive and if you keep doing that, I'll have an orgasm and pass out. It would be tough to explain to the Mounties how I crashed the car after you fingered me to climax." I leaned over and kissed her neck. "OK, I'll wait. But your friend Kameron had better have a bed available for us this afternoon. I'm so horny I won't make it back to your house without making love to you." Once we hit the outskirts of Montreal, Annie's whole concentration was on driving. The city didn't look much different than any metropolitan area and I said as much. "It's the Old City that holds the charm," she said, watching her mirrors and the traffic around her. "We'll grab the Metro and go take a tour later." She turned down a narrow lane and almost immediately turned again, into a space I would have sworn would not accept an automobile. There couldn't have been six inches on either side of the car. She drove several hundred feet and turned again into a gateway that opened onto an enclosed courtyard. We stopped in front of a building that could have been at home on the Mediterranean -- tall, whitewashed walls with deep windows carved into them. Three stories up, red clay tiles peeked over the edge of the wall. As I took in the view, the passenger-side door was opened and I started to climb out. Suddenly someone grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me to my feet. Before I could find out who, I was wrapped in a hot, moist, tongue-twisting kiss with a woman whose body was setting mine on fire. Her breasts were crushed against me, her hips were grinding against mine and her hands were grabbing at my ass, increasing the friction between our bodies. "Kameron, turn him loose!" Annie shouted, coming around the car to disentangle us. "Jerry, this is the woman I warned you about." My cousin laughed as she playfully slapped the amazingly beautiful brunette on the firm, round buttock. "I'd do that again," she said, "but I know how much you like it!" Instead, she turned the brunette toward her and, to my amazement, planted a deep, wet kiss on her lips. I stood flatfooted as these two beautiful women kissed. Their bodies were moulded to one another and their hands showed their familiarity with one another. As they parted, their arms remained around the other's waist, establishing their territorial imperative. "Kam, this is my cousin Jerry. And he's off-limits to you. I've already told him to ignore your obvious attractiveness. And if you try to get into his pants, I'll make sure you don't get any cock from anyone for a long time." "Anita, you really are a bitch. He's your cousin ... just because you can't have him doesn't mean I can't," Kameron said, then she stopped as she looked from Anita to me. "Ohmygawd, you are fucking him! What a little slut! I didn't know you had it in you. Or he had it in you. This is sooo cool! Maybe we can finally get some fuck stuff onto your site and get the hits up." "I'm not doing online sex, Kam. I told you I wouldn't do that. I wasn't even going to go fully nude until you tricked me into it. And I thought it was going to cost me the love of my life but Jerry doesn't care that I pose nude. But I'm sure he'd care a lot if I was fucking online for money. So just forget about it." "I'm not talking about just fucking anyone," Kameron said. "I'm talking about the two of you fucking. You want to do it anyway, the only difference would be that I'd be there with a video camera and we could put some of it online. Call it a honeymoon video or something. And you know how well those things sell online. We'd make a bundle!" Annie looked at her as though she were crazy, then she turned to me. "See, I told you she was a nymphomaniac. And now she wants me to screw you online so she can make money. It's not enough that she turned me into a nude model, now she wants to turn me into an Internet hooker." I smiled at her, shaken at the exchange and at my body's reaction to the idea. I was as hard as a rock and I wanted to grab my cousin and her friend and fuck them both right away. The idea of Kameron filming Annie and I as we made love was erotic. If it stopped at that, I might have agreed to the plan. But I didn't want my bare ass showing up on the Internet. I knew how photos and video online have a life of their own. Some photos that were taken in private, often in fun among friends, have been spread throughout the Internet and survived for years, long past the time that they were fun or private for those involved. I didn't want that for me and I didn't want that for my relationship with Annie, whatever that relationship might become. As I was mulling all of this in my head, the girls came over, grabbed me by the arms and dragged me inside. If I was impressed by the outside, the inside was overwhelming. Light poured in from high windows, marble floors glistened with polished beauty and wrought iron staircases soared toward the ceiling and beyond. Through the courtyard entry a fountain bubbled its welcome as we walked past and into a huge room. Comfortable furniture, lighting and electronic gadgetry abounded. Does She or Doesn't She? Ch. 02 Kameron walked to a bar and asked what I'd like to drink. "A glass of red wine would be great," I said. She reached below the bar and came up with a bottle of 2001 Biale Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon from California, a vintage that would run at least $80 a bottle in a fine restaurant. She poured two glasses and handed one to me. "Anita can't have any," she said. "She's the designated driver today." We sipped the wine as we talked and I let my mind wander to the relationship between these two women and the purpose of our visit to Montreal. My thoughts were interrupted as I realized Annie was talking to me. "We're not doing any pictures or anything today," she said. "I had to pick up my check from Kam and talk about our next shooting session. She wants to go outdoors for a shoot and I told her I wasn't ready to get naked outside. She said we'd done about all we could do indoors and an outdoor shoot is all that's left. But I wondered if you might have some ideas, something from a guy's perspective. What would you like to see on an Internet site?" I looked deep into Annie's golden brown eyes. "I told you I knew about your site. What I didn't tell you is that it's my absolute favorite. I spend a lot of time looking at you and I'm very familiar with all the scenarios on the site. Before I knew it was you -- when I just thought it was some gorgeous girl from Montreal -- I came back time and again to see what was new. When you started doing full nude shots, I was really hooked. Your body is so amazing, you look so much like the girl everyone wants to date. It's a fantasy that's believable; guys believe that they could date you, that you could live next door or across the street, that they could see you through your bedroom window in your bra and panties. It's such a huge turn-on." She looked down from my eyes and noticed the growing bulge. "I can see it's a big turn-on. And seeing your big turn-on is a turn-on for me, too." She kissed me and pressed her body to mine. I turned to Kameron and asked her if she had a spare bedroom. "Sure," she said. "Do you guys need some alone time? Too difficult finding fuck time in Toronto?" She directed me down the hall and told me we could have the second room on the right. I tugged Annie down the hall, almost dragging her in my haste to get her into bed. She pulled against me and looked back at her friend. "Kameron, do not even think about coming into this room with a camera. If you do, I'll take it and give web-surfers an inside look at your ass." She turned back and started pulling me. "Now, big guy, let's go see if we can do better than we did last night." Once inside, I recognized the room as one of the sets for the online site. "I feel like I've been here before," I said to Annie. "The room is familiar." "We shot some of my site in here," she said. "Do you want to go somewhere else? Does it bother you?" "No," I told her. "It's actually exciting to be where you've posed. When I saw you, I dreamed about being with you. And now I am, in the same place you took those pictures that captured my imagination." She pulled me close and kissed me deep. Releasing me, she whispered, "Get me naked and make love to me! I need to feel you inside me." Not waiting for her to change her mind, I tugged her shirt over her head and unzipped her shorts, pushing them off her hips to the floor. I stepped back to look at her in her lemon-yellow bra and panties. "Stop gawking and start stripping," she said, reaching back to unfasten her bra and let it slide down her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were dark and hard, signaling her readiness to make love. She hooked her thumbs into her bikinis and pushed them down her thighs, letting them drop on top of her shorts on the floor. While she was stripping, I was pulling off my shirt, pants and boxers. I stood nude, my cock pointing skyward and throbbing with my heartbeat. Annie took my hand and guided me to the bed. She knelt on the bed and pulled me to her. We kissed deeply, my hands exploring her firm butt and muscular back. I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling mine as she pressed her damp vagina to my throbbing cock. She ground her hips against mine, tonguing me deeply and reaching down to lightly pinch my nipples. "Fuck me!" I whispered. "Put me in your tight pussy and ride me! I want to feel your juices running down my cock!" She lifted her hips slightly and reached down to guide my erection into her pussy. She was so hot and wet that I slipped in without even feeling it until she began rising and falling with her passion. I reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts in my hands, rolling my thumbs over the hard nipples and watching as she reacted. Her back arched and her mouth opened as she gasped a breath. "Oh, fuck!" she said. "That feels so good! I love your cock inside me and your hands on my body. Pinch my nipples! Squeeze me! Oh, fuck, I love it!" Her hips rose and fell with increasing speed, her muscles clenching and releasing my cock as it plunged into her and receded as she rose. Her nipples were hard as pebbles in my hands and her breath was coming more rapidly as she built to a climax. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she panted, grinding her pussy against me as she buried my cock inside her. "Hold me! Cum with me!" I reached down and lightly pinched her clitoris as she arched her back in the throes of a huge orgasm. Her hot fluids began pouring out of her and down my body, soaking my balls and the sheet beneath us. Her pussy muscles squeezed my cock tightly and pushed me over the edge, my hot semen bursting into her vagina to replace the hot girl cum that had flowed out. Spent, she collapsed on my chest, her breasts pressing against me and her pussy still spasming around my softening cock. Annie settled in against my body, rolling onto her side and capturing my arm under her. "I love making love to you," she said. "I can't imagine ever getting tired of that feeling, your hard cock pushing into me and my pussy grabbing at it so it won't leave. And when you squeeze my breasts, the feeling goes straight to my pussy, adding to the sensation. You can't ever leave me. I love you." My free hand slipped down her sleek side, cupping her butt cheek as I pulled her hips against me. "I don't know how we're going to do it, but we are going to be together forever," I said. "I love you and I don't want to even think about living without you. But we have to talk about what we're going to do after this week. You still have to finish school and I have to decide what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. And we have the two-country problem, too; I can't just move to Canada and you can't just move to the U.S. It's going to take some real thinking." "Not yet," she said, rolling onto me and sliding down my stomach. "Right now I'm going to see if I can get you interested in me again." With that, she stroked my growing hardness and guided it into her soft mouth, tonguing the head as it slipped into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down slowly as she teased me to my full size, sucking to increase the friction around my cock. She put pressure on my hips to keep me from thrusting into her mouth, choosing to control depth and tempo on her own. I moaned my pleasure as she manipulated my cock, increasing and easing the pressure in response to my moans. "I'm close!" I panted, craving completion after this hot treat from my hot cousin. But she wasn't ready to end our sex play. She lifted her mouth from my throbbing member and gripped its base tightly, suppressing my climax. As I writhed in agony, she softly caressed my chest with her other hand. "Sorry baby, but I don't want you to cum yet. I want this to be the best ever for you." She returned her attention to my cock, licking its length and softly kissing its head before opening her mouth and taking my length deep into her. She twisted and sucked and licked until I was arching off the bed in passion. I was so overcome I couldn't even tell her I was close but she knew. Reaching down, she ran her fingers over my balls and gave them a little squeeze as she sucked mightily on my cock. As I went over the edge, she pressed her finger in my asshole. I totally lost it, firing salvos of semen to the back of her mouth and screaming in my passion. It seemed that I would never stop filling her mouth with cum but she never let a drop escape, swallowing over and over to consume my prodigious output. Finally I was done, collapsing onto the bed in a sweat-drenched blob. None of my muscles would work and I was having trouble focusing my eyes. "Woman, if you do that to me again, you'll be a widow without even being married. That was the most amazing experience of my life." She crawled up and nestled into my arms. "I want to do that over and over and over," she said softly. "I love the feeling of your cock growing in my mouth and the taste of your hot cum filling me. I won't ever grow tired of taking you that way." I rolled her onto her back, kissing her lips, neck and chest before capturing her right nipple in my mouth and sucking softly. "Oooooh!" she moaned. "Don't stop! I love that!" I lavished attention on her right breast before moving to her left. She breathed softly in response, her breasts rising and falling more rapidly as my attentions began having an affect on her. I moved down her stomach and across her smooth mons, kissing and trailing my tongue across her hot flesh. She tensed in anticipation of my kiss on her clit and I didn't disappoint her, licking her little pebble before plunging my tongue into her wetness, licking from top to bottom and back up again. Her sweet, sticky taste filled my senses and her fragrance blossomed from her opening petals. I licked her again and softly sucked her right labia into my mouth. She squeaked her pleasure, her hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation. I changed from her right to her left, tasting the fluid pouring from her. I moved up to her clit and used my hands to spread her lips and pull back her clitoral hood. I took her white pearl in my mouth and tongued it, hanging on as she exploded into a huge orgasm. Her hot fluid poured out and soaked my chin and chest as she succumbed to wave after wave of throbbing orgasm. I held on to her hips and my mouth rode her through each climax until she found enough voice to shakily tell me to stop. "Please, no more! I can't take any more, lover!" I kissed her and lightly tongued her tummy, bringing her down slowly from her sexy high. Her juices lubricated my trip up her body, spreading our love between us as I reached her mouth and kissed her deeply. "I love you," I whispered. "I want to taste your sweetness for the next 50 years." She hugged me to her as her head flopped back, exhausted from her sexual ordeal. As we were lying quietly in our afterglow, Kameron burst into the room. "Look, no camera!" she said, her arms raised over her head. "I just heard a lot of moaning and I wanted to make sure no one was injured. Gawd, Anita, you didn't tell me your cousin was hung like a stallion!" she said, staring at my cock lying across Annie's thigh. "I'm going to figure out a way to get you out of the house so I can feel that big thing inside me!" Annie regained consciousness enough to protest. "You are not ever going to know what that's like!" she said. "You keep your horny hands off my man! And, Jerry, if you have anything to do with that slut I'll never forgive you!" Kameron's face fell and I looked at Annie with a frown. She looked from her friend to me sternly, then broke into a laugh. "I don't know which of you is the most disappointed," she chuckled. "But I'm serious. I don't want to share Jerry with anyone, least of all you, Kam. I love you both and I want you to be friends, but not friends with benefits." As I looked at the beautiful young woman lying nude next to me and the dramatically beautiful babe standing above us, I was both taken by my good fortune and disappointed in my cousin's declaration. While I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship, I would love to know what it was like to be in bed with this hot, intelligent woman. But I guess I'll never know.