4 comments/ 45462 views/ 20 favorites No Idea By: CuntBoy It all started at, of course, a wedding. A cousin from a family my family didn’t talk to often was getting married and my family and I were invited. It turned out that the couple had run out of people to ask regarding saying one of the prayers during the ceremony so they asked me. Having a history of singing and saying prayers on my own in church, I accepted without a second thought but they were still one short so they begged the groom’s (my cousin) sister (other cousin) to do the other reading and, as an added incentive so that it would not be so bad for her, and because I had done it before, I was given the bigger of the two and told to go first. Before I go any farther, a note on my family and me. My name is Colm. I am twenty two years old. I am slightly chubby but, because I am six foot, three, it looks, not natural, but manageable. I have dark brown hair with, my favourite part of an, in my opinion, gruesome visage, a goatee. I also have, second favourite part, bright blue eyes which, I am told, are full of warmth, like a tropical sea. It was probably my mom who told me that. And now for my family. It is the most boring family in the world. Everyone has a higher-lower class job and the most interesting thing that anyone in my family has ever achieved would be my great-grandfather’s winning half-a-dozen medals during WW2. Saying that, nobody in my family goes hungry and I am currently going to college. We are an upstanding family and none of my family has ever gone to jail or, short of illegally downloading, done anything unlawful or unethical in our entire history. This knowledge did not help the least bit on that day. My parents, two sisters and I arrived at the church with five minutes to spare, were greeted at the door by the groom and his best man and were told to sit at the top to make it easier for me to get up to read. While we walked I kept an eye out for Jennifer, my cousin, and was relieved to spot her chatting with an aunt. She looked slightly nervous but not as though she would run or faint. Satisfied that I would not be on my own, I continued to the top of the church with my parents and took my seat. While we waited an attractive young woman walked past our pew wearing a tight gold top with a tightly laced back, which I could just see through the sheet of shimmering brown hair which fell in a beautiful wave to the small of her back, and a matching skirt which stopped just above the knees, giving a fantastic view of two long, shapely and caressable legs. Being a horny bastard, I could not help but watch her swaying hips, gorgeous pert ass and thin waist but it was her legs which kept catching my attention, which surprised me. Usually it is the ass or the breasts (most often the breasts) which keep me staring. Legs are a mode of transportation without which wheelchair sales would skyrocket but her legs were so beautiful that I seriously considered walking up to her, kneeling in front of her and, church or not, licking those luscious legs from her ankle to the bottom of her pussy and back again. Thankfully she sat down in the front row and the marching song for the bride started playing so I did not have time to cum in my suit. The start of the ceremony went off without a hitch and it was soon time for my reading. “And now,” said the priest, “I would like to call Jennifer and Colm forward to do the readings.” I stood up solemnly and, hands clasped in front, walked to the altar. When I reached the altar I was so happy that I had my hands in front that I would have thrown all of my money into a charity box if there was one nearby which, because of the wedding, there wasn’t. Waiting at the altar for me to come alongside was my cousin, the woman in gold. I had another brief glimpse of those perfect legs and gorgeous ass, enough to get me hard, in a church, in front of my family, when I drew alongside and we continued up the steps together. In an instant which felt like an eternity Jenn glanced over at me and I looked back. She flashed me a brief smile, which I reciprocated, then turned round. I kept watching her for a half of a heartbeat. She had grown since I last saw her. She’d been thirteen when I saw her last but now she was an eighteen year old beauty. The face was the same, slightly angular, cute button nose, deep brown eyes, beautiful smile with even white teeth, but she was roughly five foot, five; a foot above what she was. Also, I don’t think she had breasts before but she certainly had them then. Looking down her slightly open top, I had a fair view of the perky, firm, well-rounded handfuls which reminded me why I prefer tits to asses, though not why I preferred her legs to her tits. We got to the altar before I could catch my breath but, somehow, I managed to say the prayer without a hitch, while my cousin was standing behind me, outside of my line of view. When I was finished, Jennifer and I swapped positions and the piano and singer started up. I had nothing to do for the five minutes while the song was playing and my cousin was talking but stare at her legs and ass, getting harder and harder. The microphone was situated at the back of the pedestal and Jennifer had to lean forward slightly to reach it. She was in a perfect position for me to walk up to her and grab a handful of that gorgeous ass, perhaps reaching a hand around her waist and fondling a boob at the same time… Kissing her neck… Using the hand that grabs her ass to pull her skirt up… Moving the other hand down her stomach… Two fingers up her wet pussy… It was at this point that I immediately did three things. 1. I started staring at the ceiling, 2. I started reciting the hymn that was just on and 3. I grabbed hold of my cock, both to stop everyone else seeing my raging boner and to stop myself from grabbing her ass and starting those events which would inevitably culminate in me raping my younger cousin on top of the altar. I was so caught up in not giving in to my lustful thoughts that I only realised that Jenn had stopped reading when the singer started off again and she was already three steps down from the altar. I kept staring dead ahead all the way down the steps, determined not to look down but Jennifer’s ass gave me one last parting gift. I was a pace behind her when Jenn dropped her mass booklet. She quickly bent down to get it but because I had been staring straight over her head I did not realise in time. I walked into her while she was bent fully over. I bent slightly over her to attempt to keep my balance while my hands flew to her two cheeks to stop us both from falling over. It was during that millisecond, when my groin and Jennifer’s ass were mashed against each other that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if Jennifer and I had been naked, my cock would have gone straight up her pussy and it would not have stopped until my balls touched base. As it was, my cock had been so long and hard that the only way she could not feel my hard-on was if she had been wearing her concrete panties. She straightened up and I managed to quickly skip around her and back to my seat. By the time I sat down Jenn was already sitting and my balls were starting to contract. Thankfully, I’m nothing if not disciplined and I managed to subdue the orgasm… barely. I also managed to not disgrace myself by keeping my dick under control for the rest of the ceremony, mainly by not looking at Jenn. Afterwards, my family and I jumped in the car and drove to the hotel. Where I could spend the night lost in the crowd and away from Jennifer. Or at least that was the plan. Really, it was a bad-to-worse situation. *** When we got to the hotel we checked in (we were staying for the night) and I went upstairs to drop my bag off. And empty my bags, as it turned out. As soon as I entered my room and saw the open door to the bathroom, I was transported back to the church. I could practically feel Jennifer’s ass under my hands and my cock pressed against her skirt. Then the scene changed and we were still in the church, but we were both naked and my cock slid smoothly into her pussy. I ran to the bathroom, dropped my pants, pulled my prick out and jacked off. I don’t know how long it took but I came once Jenn had finished deep-throating me and was busy slurping down my sperm. After that I hurriedly cleaned myself up, went downstairs and took my place in the room where dinner would be served. The food and conversation was great and I quickly forgot about Jenn, who was sitting on the other side of the room. It was then that my sister leaned over to me and said, “We found someone for you. Don’t go too far after dinner.” They were always doing things like that and I had stopped trying to dissuade them ages ago. The problem was that the women they found were always sluts and (call me crazy) I prefer women with a character that is not constantly tuned to the next cock she is going to swallow. But I always gave them a chance. After dinner I confined myself to the beer-garden, knowing that my sisters would know where to find me. I like music but the really loud, and not to mention terrible, music on offer at a wedding is not my kind of thing. My sisters introduced the girl while their boyfriends were off drinking and she seemed nice enough but she liked everything to do with clubbing and I don’t. I tried to get away but she, probably, had orders from my sisters not to leave until I came. It was starting to get ridiculous when another person joined us and said, “Hey, he’s mine!” It was Jennifer. The girl looked at me but when she saw the smile on my face and, I think, the lust in my eyes, she quickly left. “Thanks,” I said. “If she had stayed any longer I don’t think I could have stopped myself from bursting out laughing.” Jennifer smiled. “No problem. I can’t stand skanks like her.” Chuckling, she sat in the newly vacated seat beside me and we started chatting. After glancing at her tits and legs dozens of times I remembered why I was especially keen to stay away from the party that night. “Hey, I thought that you liked dancing and that kind of music. Why are you out here saving my bacon rather than in there catching the eye of some stud?” I asked teasingly. She smiled as she said, “I just felt like being talked to like a normal human being rather than thrown around like a Barbie doll.” I immediately felt guilty for thinking of her sexually and, silently, resolved to keep my lecherous thoughts for later. I had a great time after that. Jenn was the opposite of the other girl. She always kept her legs together, sexual jokes made her laugh instead of saying, “O.K”, and she talked a lot about movies, school and animals, all of which interest me more than clubbing. She was funny and not afraid to say what she meant. She also had this manner where thinking outside of the box became natural. At one point she looked up at a floodlight that was hanging at the top of the hotel. The darkness made it look like a light was shining from the night sky instead of hanging from a wall. She immediately said, “Look! The light at the end of the tunnel! Am I in heaven?” “If you were in heaven,” I said chuckling, “I am guessing that you would be surrounded by better looking guys than me!” She looked at the ground and said, rather shyly, “Colm, you have no idea.” I pestered her for the rest of the night but I had no idea then and no idea now what that meant. Did she mean that personality was more important? Did she mean that she thought I was handsome? Was she signalling the A-Team to pick her up? I have no idea. A little while later, at about ten o’clock, we retreated into a lounge set apart from the wedding, there was light piano music playing. One of her cousins asked us over and what we wanted to drink, Jenn said vodka, I said coke. That was when I had my first Jaeger-bomb. The problem with getting drunk is not knowing when it has happened so you can make the necessary adjustment to your behaviour so you do not end up acting like a total prick. In the past it was easy: when I could not hear the loud music, I was drunk. That night was the first night when I got drunk without the loud music. I can remember every single moment as clearly as I can remember the last five seconds. I am not sure that that is a good thing. It took two Jaeger-bombs, a few pints of cider and an hour and a half for me to get completely pissed, during which time me and Jenn talked to most of our relatives and generally made ourselves as accommodating as possible. While we were busy being respectable a contest started. We both tried to make the other as embarrassed as possible. It started when my mom started talking about singers and Jenn replied that she wanted to be one. It was a well known secret and I, quite deep in my cup by then, grabbed her thigh and said, “No!” in as shocked a voice as I could muster. Everyone laughed and the conversation continued. A few minutes later my mom looked at Jenn and said, “Are you feeling okay? You look flushed.” I looked over at her in concern but she kept staring at her lap. It was then that I realised that I had forgotten to take my hand off her thigh. Not only that but I had been unknowingly stroking it for the past few minutes. I immediately withdrew my hand with a murmured “Sorry” and tried not to look guilty. She got back at me at a different table. An aunt was talking about a photo and Jenn wanted to see it. Instead of holding her arm across me so her aunt could pass the picture, Jenn moved really close to me and pressed her breasts against the right side of my chest so that she could see it while her aunt held it. It gave me an excellent view. My cock immediately perked up and my face went red. It could be argued that it was accidental but when she was moving away, her hand casually slid across my trousers, over my bulge. She had a self satisfied smile when she sat back. It was war. We did it dozens of times, some pranks being more blush-creating than others. In the interest of time I will describe the most effective. Hers came at around eleven thirty. We were sitting in an area with no table. There were four large two-seater couches in a square with small coffee tables for every seat. Jenn and I were in one and friends of her father were in the others. We were being regaled with a very boring anecdote by one of them when Jenn threw her legs over the arm of her side and rested her head in my lap, looking up at me with a smile like a Cheshire-cat. My cock quickly became hard and she delighted in turning her head to look at the speaker then turning back to look at me, each time “accidentally” rubbing from one side of my helmet to the other. When she wanted to leave I said, “I’ll be with you in a minute”, and asked the speaker about some obscure part of his story. He was really boring and he talked for just long enough for my boner to shrink. Mine came at around eleven forty-five. I had gone to the toilet and on my way back I saw Jenn talking to a guy. She did not look happy and he had the kind of sleazy look on his face that is instantly recognizable to any guy. I got angry. I try to say it was because she was my cousin. I’m not so sure. I walked up behind her without drawing attention to myself. I had a choice: either say, “Hey, she’s mine” like she had earlier, or option ‘B’. I went with option ‘B’. I stepped up close behind her, so my stomach was slotted into the curve of her spine, lay my head on her shoulder, hooked my left arm over her arm and cupped her breast, hooked my right arm under hers and rested my hand over her pussy and said “Hi, can I help you?” He backed off but I stayed where I was and waited, my cock getting harder and harder until I was sure that she could feel it pressing against her ass. After a few minutes Jenn cleared her throat and said, “Um, why are you still holding me?” “I was waiting for you to say ‘Thank you’”, I said in a low and husky voice, the only one I could manage. She cleared her throat again. “Th-thank you.” I kissed her on the neck, she gasped, and I whispered, “You’re welcome.” Simultaneously I squeezed her breast and hooked my finger so that it rubbed off her pussy and she groaned loudly. I turned away and went in search of my drink. I was drunk, sue me. *** Midnight found us alone in a booth in a corner of the lounge, drunk but unknowing of that fact. It had been a while since either of us had talked, we were both quite tired by then, but we sat in a companionable silence. Jenn yawned and looked at me sorrowfully. “I’ll have to stay with my little brother and his friend tonight. I hate having to do that. They are going to keep me awake all night!” “You have a treble room, don’t you?” “Yeah but wandering hands are the least of my worries. I don’t want to have to go to the bathroom to change and I hate sleeping in a single bed.” I took another sip of my drink, pondering the problem. “I have a treble room too. You could stay the night with me if you like.” At this point I should say that I had no ulterior motive. I was just trying to help my cousin. “You would still have to change in the bathroom but at least you could have the double bed and I promise to let you go to sleep at some point.” Her face immediately brightened up and she threw her arms around my neck and knelt on the couch with her knees on either side of my thighs. This is when the ulterior motives started coming. She quickly got up and started walking towards her mother. Feeling like it would be the best thing to do, and making sure that my face was composed in a neutral expression, I followed. When she was told the news my aunt cast me a quick searching look but she quickly smiled and said it was okay by her. We stayed for a short while but we were tired so we said our goodbyes and left. Taking a quick detour to the bar to buy some cans and then to grab Jenn’s bag, we went to my room. It was exactly the way you would imagine a treble hotel room. Painted white walls, one double bed in the middle of the room, an ornate mirror hanging overhead, one small single bed squeezed into a corner, a T.V facing the double bed and two chairs facing away from a window. Jenn threw her bag into a corner, put the cans in the fridge, leaving two on a table for us, and switched on the T.V. “I don’t really feel like going to sleep yet”, she said as she sat down on the end of the double. Now more than ever I took in the amazing woman before me: she had the exact personality that I have always found attractive. And sexy? From where I stood I could clearly see the beautiful face, firm little tits, that I could see by looking down her top, and the two incredible legs that crossed ever so elegantly to stop me seeing her pussy. She didn’t seem to realise that the rest of her was enough to make me want to cum even without seeing her cunt as well. I quickly subdued every single sexual thought. I reminded myself that she was my cousin. It would be wrong on so many levels: not only would it be incest, she was so much younger than me, plus she might not want to do it then it would be assault. I quickly resolved to do the same as I did in the beer-garden: be a good cousin and not let any stupid impossibilities ruin a perfectly good relationship. I quickly sat on her left, opened the cans and we watched a crappy action film for a while. After around three cans each, Jenn looked across at me, smiling, and said, “That was fun, that competition.” “Yeah,” I chuckled. “We should do that again. I wonder if anyone realised.” Jenn laughed. “If they did it wouldn’t make a difference. We’re cousins. It’s not like we could do anything anyway.” She got a mischievous smile on her lips and started running her hand up and down the crotch of my pants, gently stroking my previously flaccid cock. My poor penis. After being aroused so many times that day, it shot up like a bolt of lightning, taking my blood pressure and my pulse with it. I was just about to start moving with her hand when she suddenly stopped. No Idea “See?” she said as she turned back to the T.V. “I can do that and it doesn’t make a difference because we are family.” That was the moment that I realised that this woman was not going to leave my hotel room without finishing what she started. I forgot about the movie, I forgot about the beer. I forgot about incest, age difference and possible reluctance. My entire being was concentrating on just one thing, the most exquisite thing in the world: Jennifer. I turned to see her start on her forth can with two large gulps. She set the half empty can on a table. Her eyes were bleary. She did not have the experience or fortitude that I had and she was starting to show how drunk she was. It was the perfect time. Smiling, I moved up really close to her, twisted my body so her knees and mine were at almost right angles and looked her in her beautiful, though startled, eyes. I leaned in so close that the smell of her perfume filled my nose and heightened my senses. I could also smell, under the perfume, the alcohol-stained mintiness of her quickening breath. “Yeah, you’re right Jenn. We could never be together, so,” I slid my hand down the outside of her beautiful thigh, “that means nothing. And this?” I gently stroked the inside of her thigh from the knee up to the very edge of her panties, “is even less than nothing.” She closed her eyes, enjoying my gentle fondling. I leaned in even closer, still letting my hand run smoothly up and down her leg, and started kissing her neck. She groaned deeply and I took that to mean it was time to speed things up. Working my way closer to her mouth, I allowed my hand t continue up to the center of her pleasure and with two fingers, I began stroking her lips through the almost non-existent cloth of her panties. She immediately moaned so loudly that I feared getting caught for a second but that went out the window when she grabbed my forearm and started pushing it deeper into her pussy. I let her push my hand deeper for a moment but I held back. She had made me want to cum so many times that day that I was not going to let her cum for a while yet. Keeping the rhythm of my fingers slow and steady and barely through her lips, I started, with the other hand, unlacing the back of her top. She shivered when it came away, revealing the perfectly unblemished skin and slightly raised bumps that tracked the position of her spine. I could also see the strap on the bra which kept her delectable breasts concealed to the world and without further ado, I undid the simple clasp and Jenn slid the clothes off revealing the most perfect body imaginable. She had a petite frame which perfectly highlighted the slightly larger than fist-sized mounds of silky-smooth, pale as snow perfection. Her nipples were at full extension and I immediately abandoned my kissing to take one of the beautiful nubs into my mouth. She was sweet with the taste of sweat but when I took her nipple into my mouth and started working it around with my tongue, she grabbed the back of my head and created the sweetest sound in the world. It was like a small shriek, added to a groan and a laugh. At that moment, all thoughts of revenge left my head. She was the perfect woman and I was going to make sure that she knew that. Reaching around her back with my right hand, I took hold of her neglected right breast and started caressing and fondling the tit and tweaking and pulling the nipple. When I did, Jenn started a whispered mantra of, “Oh shit, oh crap, oh fuck”, sometimes throwing in an “oh God”, or “oh Colm”. Happy with the way things were going I decided to escalate it again. I took my hand away from her pussy (earning a very sexy groan in the process), hooked my hand into her panties (earning an even sexier squeal) and pushed two fingers straight up her pussy (earning the sexiest yelp imaginable) until only the knuckles of those two fingers were visible. Jenn’s moans increased in volume until she was saying her mantra loud enough for anyone listening at the door to hear. Then I started moving my fingers, sliding them smoothly in and out of her velvety interior. Her moans became yells. She started thrusting against my hands. I could feel her juices running down my fingers and gathering in my palm. I added another finger, then another. She started screaming my name, telling me to go faster, harder, begging me to make her cum. I only had my thumb left outside of her pussy but when her screams reached their zenith I curled my thumb in toward my palm, closed my fingers around it and thrust my fist straight up Jennifer’s pussy. I am convinced that if the wedding music had been on any lower, I would have been arrested for rape because somebody had heard the scream that Jennifer gave. As it was her entire body grew rigid, her eyes flew open and she howled. I stopped playing with her tits to look at my beautiful cousin as she first experienced having my fist up her cunt. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Using my right arm to prop her up, I started moving my left fist in and out, going faster and faster, Jenn screaming louder and louder. I quickly changed position so I was kneeling in front of her hole and it did not take long before I was ramming my fist up her cunt with all of my strength while she screamed and screamed, twisting the blankets in her hands, her juices squirting out past my fist until my entire sleeve was soaked through. Then she said those words. “C-C-Colm! Colm! I’m cuuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiiing! AHHHHHHHH!” Her pussy clamped down on my forearm, her screams filled the room, her back arched and a spray of her cum shot out of her pussy, drenching my suit, while I continued to jackhammer my baby cousins cunt, determined to pump every last drop of cum from her glorious hole. All of this was enough and with a groan and no manual stimulation whatsoever I came in my suit, ruining the trousers like Jenn had ruined the shirt. It took a minute for Jenn to stop coming and when she did I slowly took my hand out of her pussy. She immediately took my place, rubbing her clit and pussy while she continued to pant loudly, moaning every so often. Panting myself from an exquisite orgasm of my own, I looked at my hand and it was covered in my cousin’s nectar. I licked a little off my finger and immediately I was addicted; it was the most mind-numbingly delicious and sensual thing in the world and I wanted more. I started licking my hand clean while the other hand started unbuttoning my shirt. Jenn watched, still rubbing her clit and moaning occasionally, while I, single handily, took off my shirt and trousers. Jenn moaned even louder and picked up the pace of her masturbation when my seven inch cock sprang into view. It was fully charged after my tasting Jenn’s cum and ready to go swimming but after tasting her sauce, I couldn’t help but go for seconds. When my hand was clean I immediately knelt in front of Jenn again. A look of disappointment and confusion crossed her face but that was immediately replaced by a look of wonder and ecstasy as I took her hands away from her pussy hitched up her skirt and bent down to smell her fountain of youth. It smelt the way it tasted and I went down on my cousin without a second thought. Jenn’s legs wrapped around my head as my tongue burrowed into her flesh. She took up her mantra again, this time with more, “oh Colm”s. Her juice was even better at the source; not stained with the taste of sweat. What started as a pool to lap from quickly became a stream coming straight from the heart of her pussy and with her voice again rising to a shriek, Jennifer’s pussy became a full blown river and I endeavoured to drink up every last drop. I spent five minutes like this until I realised that she needed more to send her over the edge. Her pussy was occupied by my mouth so I immediately sent the middle finger of my left hand to her ass hole. Liberally coated in my saliva it slid easily into her anus. It got into the first knuckle before Jenn finally managed, “Oh fuck, Colm”, I slid it in further, “Stop, please stop”, it reached the last knuckle, “Don’t! That’s never happened before,” I started to withdraw, “Oh please, fuck, don’t”, it reached the first knuckle, “PLEASE!” I added a finger then rammed them up her hole as hard as I could. She howled like she had when I had started fisting her. I kept ramming my fingers, in and out, in and out, she screamed my name, over and over and over, my face was getting flooded with her cum. My tongue was deep inside her pussy when the yelling intensified even more, her pussy contracted on my tongue and the spray that shot from her cunt left my hair soaking wet. She started humping my face in time with my finger-humping her ass. It took some time for her to come down from her second orgasm but when she did I immediately stood up and started to get into position. The moment that Jenn saw my fully erect penis, she launched herself off the bed, pushed me down onto one of the chairs and wrapped her delicate lips around my throbbing shaft. Her lips felt better than I could ever have imagined and I groaned loudly as she started moving her tongue around my helmet. Her lips then joined in, rubbing up and down my shaft. I started bucking with her movements, her tongue driving me wild. She swiftly started bringing my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, my pleasure growing with every millimetre. It took less than a minute for my helmet to touch the back of her throat, and for her to start deep-throating me as I had dreamed about what seemed years ago, but when it did, all of the sensations, her tongue rubbing my shaft, her perfect lips holding me in and her throat massaging my helmet as my cousin swallowed my pre-cum, all sent me over the edge. I grabbed the back of Jennifer’s head and thrust my cock as hard as I could down her throat. She did not mind and when my seed flooded her mouth moments later she started swallowing it at a rate that would have left me speechless if I could have talked anyway. Her throat kept massaging my helmet as she swallowed my sperm and it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had and minutes after the final spurt I was still slowly humping Jenn’s face. When she finally pulled away from my cock she turned away, walked to the bed and knelt with her pussy and ass waving directly at my face. No other sight in the world could have gotten me hard again but that one did. My prick perked up immediately and before I knew it, I was standing at my cousin’s ass, both hands on her cheeks and my helmet touching her lips. I did not hesitate, I knew what she wanted. My cock shot up her pussy just as it would have in the church. She threw her head back and howled her pleasure. I was too busy fucking her to care. Her pussy was velvety soft and almost hot wrapped around my cock. I thought that the feeling of her lips around my cock was good but her pussy was on an entirely different level. I stuffed her pussy hard and fast. She attempted to bite her hand to stop her moans but it did not work and eventually, when her cum was flowing down my legs, she gave up trying to stop herself and let her happiness flow as freely as her cum. I pounded her pussy like there was no tomorrow and everything became a blur; the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my prick took over my entire being. I don’t know how long I fucked her but after she came several times I could feel the dams beginning to weaken on my own orgasm. I immediately withdrew (earning an enraged shriek in the process) and thought about how to cum without the threat of pregnancy. Without a second thought, I shoved my cock up my cousin’s ass. The scream which ripped through her throat was the loudest yet and when I started pounding her as vigorously as I had her pussy, she kept producing little screams that were distraction enough for my orgasm to subside. After a while her screams became whimpers then she grew quiet. At first, I thought that she had started whimpering again but once I realised that she had started groaning, my hips went into supersonic and her groans became louder and louder. It did not take long for her to start screaming her pleasure at my stretching her hole and my orgasm came back in a vengeance. I held myself back for as long as I could, staring at her flawless back, afraid to look lower and see her desecrated pussy and ruined asshole, but afraid to look higher, into the mirror, and see the ecstasy in her beautiful face. Just when I could not stand it anymore, her back arched again, her screams became piercing and bolt after bolt of her cum hit my legs, my balls and (I discovered later) the T.V, five feet behind me. I looked up, into the mirror, and saw her face. It was twisted up because of her orgasm but the radiance emanating from her, her eyes looking without seeing with an expression like she had just had a revelation, was enough to send me over the edge but feeling her discharge splash against my balls was enough and with a yell to match hers my balls tightened, I slammed my cock as far into her ass as I could and I had the most powerful orgasm ever. It made her blowjob seem amateurish; I was on cloud nine as my sperm shot out of my cock and into her digestive track. I stood, slowly humping Jennifer’s ass, as we both came down from our orgasms. My cock was hard enough for me to go again but the rest of my body was not up for it and, together, Jenn and I fell onto the bed: Jennifer curled up on her side with me wrapped around her, my cock still up her hole. *** That was the way that I woke up this morning. Most of the time I spent writing this I was stroking her thigh or rubbing her breast or squeezing her nipple, in the hope that she would wake up and give me an ending to this story. She has still not woken up but with the amount of orgasms she had yesterday it is not a surprise. I would think she was dead except I can see the rise and fall of her breasts as she draws breath. I still cannot believe that I fucked my baby cousin last night but I remember every detail so the fact is undeniable. The only thing that is yet to be decided is her reaction: she was very drunk last night so she was not in her right mind and she may wake up and think I raped her. It all hinges on what she does when she wakes up. If she screams, I am dead. If she smiles, I don’t know what to do. We can’t stay together but…let me put it this way: I am looking forward to our first kiss. Ah well. The future is only half in my hands but, to quote Jennifer herself: I have no idea.