6 comments/ 167727 views/ 111 favorites More than Kissing Cousins? By: princessjennie Wire glasses rested on the her bridge of her slightly upturned nose, hiding wide blue-grey eyes. Her thick honey blonde hair was pulled back from her heart-shaped face in a pony-tail, only seeming to emphasis the purity of her fresh skin. She was on the slender side, but with a softness to her breasts and the curve of her hips that made his fingers itch. She wore a button up white shirt with slightly puffed short sleeves beneath a black vest with grey triangles that slightly clung to the warm handfuls beneath. The only thing he liked about what she wore was her skirt. It was gray and tight, and fanned out in pleats to reach her knees. Because of its tightness it rode up her thighs when she was sitting down, like she was now. He watched her crossed legs under the table, her top leg swinging back and forth in time to the rhythm of her pencil as she tapped its end on the wooden surface. She paid him no attention as she poured over a thick tomb. Every now and then he caught a glimpse of the cream lacy tops of her stockings. She wore prim clothes and blushed when boys spoke to her. Yet her lacy stockings gave him something to mull over. He didn't know why, she was his cousin for crissakes, but heat sizzled in his gut at the thought of the things he could show her. Would she be shocked to learn what he was thinking? Hell yes. Dragging his eyes away, he fixed on the game playing on tv. Taylah's and his parents had gone camping for the weekend. He'd planned to head down the coast with some of his friends and visits some clubs. Only his mother had wheedled a promise out of him to look after his cousin Taylah. As far as Simon was concerned, Taylah was all grown up and able to fend for herself. She didn't need a babysitter. She needed a boyfriend. It was Friday night, but he knew Taylah had an exam at college first thing Monday, and so hadn't gone out or camping with her parents. When she did go out, he bet it was with a bunch of girlfriends, and he doubted whether she had the courage to talk to guys her own age of eighteen. Simon saw Taylah from time to time, mostly at the odd family celebrations and Christmas. Being three years older than Taylah, and only concerned about scraping 51% in college exams in between parties and working his holidays with a construction company, they didn't have much in common. When he did come over, sometimes her friends would be there, and he smiled to himself at how they would practice their flirting on him. With thick wavy black hair, tanned skin and startling green eyes, he had been told he was everything from handsome to interesting. He often had to stop himself from grimacing as her friends used him like a test guinea pig in their midst. Simon pretended he was ignorant of their inviting gazes, not wanting to encourage them. He knew that most of them were probably virgins, just like Taylah. He had visions of sleepovers, skimpy nighties and girlish screams as they stayed up all night watching horror movies and making popcorn. Probably no alcohol or boys allowed. Adjusting his pants slightly at the sudden tightness as he imagined Taylah in a pair of panties and a short singlet, he sipped on his beer as he dragged his gaze from the dining room alcove back to the footy game on TV. But he kept finding himself distracted, and his green eyes straying over to where Taylah sat studying at the dining room table, all prim and serious, and a stupid idea seemed to gain momentum. ~*~ Taylah fiddled with her pencil as she worked through mathematical equations, trying hard to concentrate. She couldn't help getting distracted by the way her cousin kept looking across at her. He was probably thinking she was weird to be studying on a Friday night instead of out with friends picking up guys. She watched him from beneath lowered lashes as he stood up gracefully and stretched before heading for the kitchen, probably to get another can of beer. She couldn't help but notice how his butt filled out the tight faded jeans. All her friends told her that he was easily cuter than any of the guys in their college classes, and even though she secretly agreed with them she pretended she didn't know what they were talking about. He was her cousin after all. Yuk. She had her head down reading her text book when he returned a few minutes later, and had to re-read the paragraph because she lost concentration. Why did he have to be so cute? Needing something to do, her bottom not thanking her for a couple of hours sitting, she tossed down her pencil. Uncrossing her legs, she rose from the chair and walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pepsi max from the fridge. Someone told her it had fifty times more caffeine than a cup of coffee, and since then she never studied without it. Pouring herself a glass and dropping in some ice cubes, she leaned against the sink and sipped at it. It was slightly flat tasting, but she didn't care. Almost finishing the glass off, she refilled it before heading back to study. Simon looked up when she returned, his gaze dropping to her pepsi before lifting back to her face. His lips seemed to twitch, but she put it down to it not being beer. She walked away from him toward the table, and some little quirk made her put a little wiggle in her step. As she worked, reading became harder and harder as her concentration fizzled. Her thoughts kept returning to Simon, and the way he filled out his blue t-shirt and jeans. She had finished off her second glass of pepsi, and was feeling slightly antsy. She gazed down at her book, and it looked like someone had rubbed out all the letters and replaced them with wiggling lines. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, but it didn't help. Maybe she was more tired than she thought. If Taylah didn't know better, she would think she was drunk like that time at Sara's where they had secretly drunk a bottle of warmish champagne between them while Sara's brothers were downstairs. Pushing back from the table, she rose slightly unsteadily. Feeling hot, she pulled off her vest. She was loosening the top buttons of her shirt when she realised where she was and with whom. Simon. Unable to look at Simon to find out whether he saw her unintended strip show, she walked to the hallway, trying to keep her back to him as much as possible. When she knew she was out of Simon's line of sight, she fled to her room. She made it to the door of her room and sat down on the end of her bed, feeling dizzy as she bounced. Leaning over, she dropped her reading glasses on her bed-side table and felt for the switch of her lamp, and light flooded her eyes. Flinging an arm over her eyes, she flopped back on the bed. And could have groaned as the room seemed to spin behind her closed eyes. With one hand, she tugged at her remaining buttons, her fingers fumbling slightly, then pulled the material back. Cool air wafted over her breasts, and she felt her nipples tighten. She wondered what it would be like to feel Simon's mouth there. Stop it. He's your cousin. With a groan of frustration, she twisted slightly, one leg pulled up over the other, and with one hand at her waist, the other yanked down on her zip at her side. She didn't know why her legs felt like jelly. Her hand slid underneath her skirt and down between her thighs, and she gently rubbed herself where she throbbed lightly, then guiltily pulled away. She couldn't do that while he was in the house. She must have dozed lightly, and she blinked slowly, gazing up at the ceiling. The room was dim, the lamp beside her bed casting a small glow. Her eyes widened as they rested on her cousin sitting beside her on the bed. He watched her, a curiously intense look on his face that made her shiver. "Hi," she mumbled. She frowned, uncertainty washing through her as her mind tried to catch up. She gazed down and her eyes widened as she realised the buttons of her top were undone and pushed aside to reveal her pale pink bra. Her hands slapped over the upper mounds of her breasts as a blush stole up over her cheeks. "Hey," he murmured teasingly, his hand running up beneath her skirt. She squirmed as he pushed her skirt up around the tops of her thighs, revealing the lacy trim of her stay-ups and a glimpse of her rainbow stripped knickers. She knew it wasn't right, but was not sure what she wanted to do about it as heat stole over her. Her legs scissored slowly on the bed as he trailed his fingers up her inner thigh, finding it ticklish, yet strangely liking it. A heady throbbing was beginning between her thighs, and she wondered about that. Instantly she stilled as he slipped his hand between her knees and spread her legs as far apart as her loosened skirt would allow. She swallowed hard as he gazed down at her, his green eyes seeming to burn through her knickers as a thumb gently traced the lacy edging down between her legs. "Simon, what-" her words halted as his fingers slipped beneath the thin cotton band and closed over her mound, and she moaned softly on the bed. The feeling was so intense she brought her knees together in shock. "Don't you like that?" he asked her. Taylah thought about it, and even though she wanted to say no, she knew it was a lie. She liked the feel of him touching her. Had imagined him to touching her for ages, she finally admitted to herself. Simon could have groaned as he thighs relaxed slightly. The motion told him she wasn't quite giving him permission, but not exactly telling him to stop either. How much was curiosity, and how much was the vodka he poured in her pepsi, he didn't know. She only had one glass, so it couldn't be just the vodka. He pushed her skirt up, and she let him. She chewed on her lip when he pushed her panties to the side, revealing a glimpse of her honey thatch. His fingers circled her ankles and drew her legs wide apart so they dangled over the sides of the bed. The bed shifted as he settled one knee on the bed, then the other, until he was kneeling between her wide thighs. Any thought of closing them against him was now a lost opportunity. Simon gazed down at her, the tiny cotton bra and the skirt pushed up around her waist, the creamy handful of flesh above the lacy-topped stockings. The glimpse of curling thatch where one side of her panties were bunched up and caught in her slit. The sweet, heady fragrance of her made him ache. He wondered if another guy had ever had the good fortune to touch her there. Would she let him? What had started off as curiosity and a bit of a lark after one too many beers had ended up somewhere else entirely. Finding her on her bed with her pretty bra on display and all that soft, silky flesh had thrown him. He had stood filling the doorway, gazing down at her laying on the bed, the hallway light and her lamp casting beckoning shadows over her pale flesh. He didn't know how long he stood their feeling as though he had been kicked in the gut. Without knowing how, he had found himself touching her, wanting to see all of her. Nothing more, he silently promised himself. Just a light exploration before getting the hell out of there and doing something really stupid. "Simon?" she whispered. She was gazing up at him from beneath lowered lashes. "I just want to look at you," he told her, unmoving on the bed, taking all of her in with his eyes. "Take you bra off for me." It was more appeal than command. After what seemed like hours, and every minute of those hours he expected her to say "go to hell", she reached beneath her. With a bit of wiggling, her bra loosened. But she couldn't take it off with her shirt on. All he had to do was hook his finger beneath the thin band that joined the two pink cups together, and tug it loose. He did. His mouth went dry. His dick surged. "God, you're beautiful," he told her, unable to take his eyes from the delightful pale mounds with their budding pink tips peeking beneath the loose pink bra. How was he to know his cousin would look like this under all those boring, buttoned-up clothes. He drew her hands over her head, placing them firmly on the pillow. Then trailed his fingers down their undersides until they loosely closed over her breasts. She didn't protest, simply watched him from beneath those lowered lashes. Just one taste. Then he would leave her. He pulled off his t-shirt and flung it over the side of the bed. Then leaned over her, hands on the mattress on either side of her. She lay waiting, her breasts rising and falling with a betraying swiftness that was like a siren's call. Seeing his cousin like this, with her skirt pushed up about her hips and her breasts bared to his gaze, was doing strange things to him. Did she know how incredibly sexy she looked with those innocent eyes and seductive body? He trailed his mouth down the valley between the soft mounds, breathing her in. She reminded him of strawberry lollipops. Only she tasted better. He knew she would stop him eventually. Hell, he would stop this. Eventually. He lightly settled his weight on top of her. His mouth closed over a tender nipple, and she arched, her hands coming down to capture his head. But not to pull him away. Satisfaction surged through him as her fingers sunk into his hair while breathy moans escaped her as he nibbled and sucked on her. Did she know she was pressed against the ridge of him straining his jeans, and every wiggle sent bolts of lightening to his gut? He couldn't believe he was hard for his shy cousin. She wasn't his type. He liked blousy tits and great cheeks. Yet there was something incredibly fresh and quietly sensual about Taylah that drew him and wouldn't let go of him. He couldn't lie and say he hadn't thought about her in this way before. But it was strictly fantasy. She was strictly off-limits. He didn't know how long her played with her small breasts, but he knew she liked it by the dampness of his jeans where they rubbed against her panties. His mouth moved up, over her chest and throat. One hand slid beneath her head, finding the band on her pony-tail. He tried to untangle it as gently as he could. Her fingers helped him, and she pulled the band free. He sighed against her throat as his fingers sifted through long silken hair, and again he breathed in strawberries. As he settled his length against her, he wondered if she would let him kiss her on the mouth. He wanted to. He had a burning need to. His mouth brushed over her cheek, over her chin. His mouth caressed her slowly, teasingly. His intention was clear, but he gave her every opportunity to turn her head, to stop him. But she didn't. With a groan, his mouth found hers. He kissed her, slowly and gently at first, not wanting to scare her off. Her hands settled tentatively at his waist as she kissed him back. She was slightly timid and uncertain, but soon that melted away as their tongues tangled and the kisses deepened. He thought his jeans would burst. He rubbed himself slowly, almost casually against her. The friction was killing him. He rolled on to his side, and she followed him, her naked breasts pressing against his chest as her hands latched behind his neck. His hands wandered down her back, finding her sweet bum and dragging her up tight again him. The kisses went on and on, and he slid a hand on her knee. He drew it up, seeking her panties. Then his hands slipped beneath the band of her panties and gripped her cheeks, massaging them. She didn't resist him when he pushed one thigh between hers and drawing her thigh up high over his. How far would she let him go in this madness? His hand slid slowly down between her thighs from behind to brush against her slit, and she jumped. But she didn't stop kissing him, only moaned against his mouth. Taylah was soaking. Simon burned with the knowledge. She liked what he was doing to her. He couldn't believe how sweetly eager his cousin was for him. Simon wondered how she would react if she experienced an orgasm with another person for the first time. Even if it was just with his fingers. He just had to convince her to let him. His finger curled in her damp folds, lightly forging ahead, not wanting to startle or scare her off. She shivered as he gently delved in her heat, then caressed her with long, gliding stokes along her swollen valley. Would she let his finger slide into her virgin pussy? Please, yes, please. He slid the tip of his index finger in, up to the first knuckle. His rock hard cock hardened even more, if possible, at the way she clenched down on it. Hell. He moved his hand from her warmth, and before she could protest, slipped it over her belly and down the front of her knickers. Her breathing was hectic, face flushed, as he slid a finger in deep while his thumb teased her nub. His tongue matched the thrusts of his probing finger, and it wasn't long before he felt the first quivers of her impending orgasm. His other hand dropped from where it teased her nipple to struggle with the top button of his jeans. He managed it, before dragging down the zip and wrestling his cock free of his boxers. It sprung forth, thick and heavy and pulsing with the need to be where his finger was plundering her silken heat. But he wouldn't, couldn't. He just wanted to rub it against her, feel her wet heat on him. She was crying out as she tensed beneath him, her body quivering as it tore through her. Then there was no more thinking about what he was doing, it was just going to happen. He rolled her beneath him. His hand in her panties drew them to the side. His shaft slid along her dewy folds before replacing his daring finger in her quaking sheath. "Simon..." "Don't say no, not now," he groaned against her temple. He felt as though he would die if she denied them this. She was going to say something, so he kissed her, hard. She squirmed beneath him as he probed her virginal entrance with his blunt head. Then he was pushing against her body's natural resistance as he sunk in her, her tight pussy walls yielding. Her panties rubbing against the side of his shaft only seemed to incite him. Her back arched, and he pressed down on her with a hard thrust, breaking through her cherry. In some part of his mind he knew he just took his cousin's virginity, that this was wrong on so many different levels, but his body's demands could not be denied. He needed this. Her. "Let me in, Tay." He slid deep, groaning, encouraging her with gentle kisses. They both moaned as he seated himself fully inside her. He forced himself to hold impossibly still, until finally she began to relax around him. "I'll make it feel better," he promised her, licking the tear that escaped down her cheek. He knew she had to be hurting, that it wasn't easy the first time for girls, but she wasn't screaming for him to pull out. He began slowly, easing out a bit before pushing back deep. Her legs wrapped about his hips as she buried her face against his throat. She felt incredible, tight and wet, clamped around him like a fist. He wanted nothing more than to thrust so hard he came out the other side. But he had to make it good for her, he told himself, over and over. He held him self back, taking it slow, sinking deep within her with surging glides. This was wrong, his head screamed, but he couldn't stop burying himself in her tightness, his body's instincts taking over. ~*~ Taylah lay beneath him, panting and flushed. She didn't quite know how things got so out of control. One minute they were kissing and touching, the next he was pushing inside of her. She knew it was wrong, but before she could stop him her virginity was gone. It had hurt like a firebrand, and the shock held her still and she felt him there. All of him. Deep inside her. Then he was moving on her, in her. Soon it had become bearable as he thrust in her. After a while, the pain from his thick hardness invading her began to mix with twinges of intense pleasure that radiated out from between her thighs. And then it didn't feel so bad at all. More than Kissing Cousins The summer of 2003 was possibly the greatest summer of my life for two reasons: I had just graduated from high school, and I got to repeatedly have sex with two of the most attractive women I have ever known: my cousins Kristen and Regina. Kristen was seven years my senior, and was a total Midwestern tomboy. She drove a 4x4 Ford pickup, smoked Marlboro Lights, and was a perfect picture of corn-fed beauty. She stood 5'-8" tall, had wavy, dirty blonde hair that fell mid-way down her back, and had deep green eyes you could lose yourself in. She was neither skinny nor chubby, with a tight ass, and an amazing set of 34C breasts, which she was never afraid to flaunt. Although attractive, Kristen never had much luck with the country boys, mostly I believe because she was a brash, competitive and strong-willed woman who lived her life by the credo that "Well behaved women rarely make history." Regina was a cosmopolitan city girl, who grew up in the suburbs. She was two years older than me, but we had always been close due the fact that we lived only a few miles apart while growing up. Throughout the years, I had watched her blossom into a stunning, sexy beauty. Regina stood 5'-4" tall, and had long, straight brown hair that hung just above her shapely bottom. In recent years, she had taken to dying her hair black, which complemented her pale complexion quite well. Regina had a build quite similar to Kristen's, but had much larger breasts: 34DD. Unlike Kristen, Regina was slightly embarrassed by her huge bust, and she dressed quite conservatively to hide her splendid rack. At 18 years old, I was still a virgin – and not happy about it. I had dated several girls in my classes, and had done some fooling around: fingering, fondling, and receiving several blowjobs, but I had never been able to close the deal. I was a fairly unremarkable looking man, standing 5'-10" tall and being about 20 pounds overweight, with short brown hair, blue eyes and glasses. I was a good student, receiving As and Bs in my classes, and had been labeled a "nerd" very early in my high school career. As a result, I couldn't wait for high school to end and for college to begin. It was my chance to get a fresh start in a new place, with new women. It was June, and I was preparing for my big move to Iowa to attend Iowa State University. I would actually be moving into a new apartment near campus with Kristen, who worked as a bartender in a local college bar. I was excited, nervous and sad all at the same time. I had never moved before, and I knew I would desperately miss my family and friends. My move date was scheduled for the week after the July 4th weekend, and to celebrate, Regina had scheduled an Independence Day/going away party for me. We would meet at my Aunt and Uncle's house, which was situated on several acres of land and featured a large swimming pool. Everyone would be there: my family, friends, and Regina's friends from college. The day of the party, I decided to drive myself, as I had received a text from Regina to be prepared to spend the night. I thought this to be a strange request, but being that I was going to be leaving in a few days, I figured the young adults at the party would be carrying on longer than my parents, aunt and uncle would be. I pulled up to my cousin's house about 30 minutes early, and was greeted by Regina, who looked even more beautiful than normal. She had cut her long black hair, and it now hung about shoulder length, or would have hung if she had not put it up in pigtails. She was dressed in the least conservative outfit I had ever seen her wear: a pair of blue athletic shorts, and a red bikini top covered with a white tank top. I was taken aback by her attire, more specifically how she had her huge breasts on display. Regina took my overnight bag up to her room, and together we put the final touches on everything needed for the party. I couldn't help but stare at Regina's body as we worked, and I felt a bulge begin to form in my shorts, and it took every ounce of restraint and self-control to keep from pitching a tent. I knew it was going to be a rough night if she was going to be prancing around in that outfit all night. The party seemed like a blur to me, with my family and former classmates wishing me well. We ate, we swam in the giant pool, but I could never completely pull my attention away from Regina, especially when she took her tank top and shorts off in the pool. Her huge breasts floated in the water, and she made it a habit of staying around me all night, occasionally brushing her massive mammaries across my arms and back as she swam. As night fell, we all got out of the pool, and made our way to the house's large front lawn, to watch the town's fireworks display. Of course, Regina chose to sit next to me on a big beach towel, and she had neglected to put her tank top and shorts back on. We had placed our towel towards the back corner of the yard, away from the other guests, which included our parents. As the fireworks went off in the night sky, I felt a hand begin to rub my cock through my swim trunks. I looked over at Regina, and she smiled, all the while continuing to rub my now hardening dick through my shorts. Without saying a word, she pulled my rock hard penis from my swim trunks, and wrapped her lips around my shaft. I couldn't believe what was happening, but her mouth worked over my tool with such expert precision, that I was powerless to stop her. My mind was swimming, thinking about how wrong it was to let my 1st cousin suck my cock. Growing up, we had always been close – it was her who showed me the first breasts and vagina I ever saw – but I felt this somehow crossed a line. My thoughts were interrupted by a tightening in my balls. I had the urge to cum, and Regina's mouth had taken my past the point of no return. I grunted, and Regina felt my already stiff cock stiffen just a little bit more, as I flooded her mouth with what felt like must have been a gallon of hot semen. Regina never lost a beat, bobbing her head and swallowing every drop of cum I ejaculated. I was spent and speechless, but Regina swallowed the last bit of sperm, looked at me and said: "If you liked that, you'll really enjoy the rest of the weekend!" Around 11:30, the rest of the party guests left, my aunt and uncle went off to bed, and Regina and I continued to lounge around in the pool. After a few minutes, and when she saw the light go out in her parent's bedroom, Regina led me by the hand back upstairs to her room. We sat on the bed, and she asked me to remove my swim trunks, as she took off her bikini. The thought of seeing my cousin naked brought my cock back to standing at attention. Seeing this, Regina quipped "I appreciate the attention, but we have to shower and get the chlorine from the pool off of us first." With that, she wrapped her hand around my erection, stood up, and led me to the shower. We got into the shower, and Regina handed me a bar of soap, and told me to wash her. Of course I lathered up my hands and immediately began to wash and fondle her DDs. They were huge and soft, and the attention I gave them made her large, light pink nipples quite hard. The attention must have aroused other things, as she began to moan lightly. She took the soap from the dish, lathered up her hands, and began to stroke my cock. The warmth and slipperiness of the water, soap, and her hands felt amazing. She pumped my thick cock with her hands, as I sucked her rock hard nipples. I took my hands from her breasts, and ventured further south, expecting to encounter resistance as I began to separate the lips of her pussy. Instead, she took her free hand, and took my hand directly to her clit. "Rub my clit, right here" is what she said, and I was in no position to disobey orders. In short order, I felt her vagina moisten further, her breathing become rapid and shallow, and her grip on my cock tighten. Regina arched her back, and squeezed my hand tightly with her thighs as she climaxed. The sight, sound and smell of her orgasm, coupled with the death grip on my dick was enough to drive me over the edge, and I came, shooting thick ropes of semen onto Regina's stomach and mound. She let go of both my hand and cock, and we stood looking at each other, panting with our hearts racing. We stayed that way for a slightly awkward couple of seconds before embracing and locking into a very passionate kiss. Quietly, we finished our shower, dried off and headed back into the bedroom, completely nude. Regina laid on her back on the bed, with her legs spread, gently rubbing her very pink and swollen pussy. She looked at me and said "Go get a condom, and I'll let you commit incest with me." I was terrified. I never expected any of this to happen, and as a result, I didn't bring any condoms with me. I told her about my lack of protection, and she thought for a second before saying "Well it's late and nothing's open out here, but I'm too horny to not have sex, so I guess you'll have to bareback me, and we'll get the morning after pill tomorrow." With that, I stroked my cock hard, walked to the bed and gently placed my dick between the soaking wet lips of her pussy. I took a deep breath, and confessed "Regina, I've never done this before, so I apologize in advance if this sucks for you." She replied "You've already cum twice tonight, so you'll last plenty long, plus I'm so horny, just putting it inside of me will probably make me cum." After those words of encouragement, I pushed forward and buried my 7" cock in her. The feeling was amazing: warm, wet, with a texture like velvet, orders of magnitude better than my hand and the fleshlight sex toy I had purchased to prepare myself for this very moment. I remained still, and felt her body adjust to my length and girth. Regina giggled "You feel larger in me, than you looked outside of me." With that, I began to thrust my manhood back and forth inside her. Regina began to quietly moan and hiss as I tenderly made love to her – her gigantic breasts jiggling up and down with each thrust. After a few minutes, she asked me to remove my cock, so we could change positions. She flipped over and got down on all fours, pointing her curvy ass in the air. She gave it a wiggle, and I positioned myself behind her, and penetrated her once again. I buried myself balls deep, and reached under her body to fondle her breasts, which looked even larger while hanging. After what felt like hours of fucking my cousin doggy-style (though it must have only been a few minutes), I felt that familiar tightening in my balls. I told Regina I needed to cum, and she replied: "Cum inside me baby, fill your big cousin's pussy with your hot seed." With that, I unleashed a torrent of sperm that quickly filled her womb. Knowing that her cousin had just inseminated her drove Regina over the cliff, and she rode out a leg-shaking orgasm with my cock still inside her. Exhausted and limp, she fell forward onto her pillow, pulling my cock out of her now well-fucked pussy. I watched as a river of my semen flowed from her pink hole onto her sheets. Regina flipped back onto her back, while I went to the bathroom to retrieve a washcloth to help clean her up. Regina took the washcloth, and proceeded to push my cum out of her pussy. "We need to get that pill in the morning, because I think this is enough cum to make triplets!" Fully exhausted from the night's exploits, we fell asleep naked in each other's arms. We woke at around 10:00 that morning, with my morning wood poking Regina just above her belly button. Regina woke, and noticing my erection exclaimed "Does this thing ever go down?" while stroking it with her hand. "I'll get it down" she said, climbing on top of me, and guiding my cock into her pussy. She was wet, and slippery, as not all of my cum had leaked out of her from our earlier escapades. She road me until we both orgasmed, and I filled her with a fresh load of cum. With that we showered, dressed and headed out to the nearest pharmacy. Two days later, I was on the road, driving halfway across the country to begin my classes at Iowa State. It took fourteen hours, but I finally arrived at Kristen's two bedroom apartment a few miles from campus. I hadn't even closed my driver's door when I heard Kristen bouncing down the stairs exclaiming "You made it, that's damn near record time!" in her thick Midwestern drawl. I shut the door and turned, and was immediately in her embrace. I got my things, and stumbled up the stairs to the apartment. I was a strange combination of tired from driving and wired from the countless energy drinks I consumed while on my crusade to the heartland. Kristen showed me around the apartment, where my room was, etc. and I was off to bed. I lay in bed, exhausted, but the caffeine wouldn't let me sleep. It was nice to not be moving, but at the same time I was too jittery to catch any Zzzzs. My thoughts turned to Kristen, who looked quite intoxicating in her outfit of cutoff jean shorts, and a grey tank top, with no bra. Her tight C cups were very perky, and her nipples had been hard, poking out through the thin fabric of her shirt. My mind then turned to her scent, a mixture of perfume and Marlboro lights. Not usually a good scent, but it was undeniably sexy on her. I found my hand wrapped around my solid shaft, rubbing out a good load thinking about Kristen in the next room, and I finally drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke, showered and ventured out into the living room, anxious to look at my new surroundings. Kristen was already up and dressed, and I decided we should head out the the local Waffle House for breakfast, and then drive around town and campus, where I would be starting summer semester classes in the coming weeks. After we ate and toured around town, we headed back to the apartment. I sat on the couch, and Kristen sat down right next to me. She put her arm around me and laid her head on my shoulder saying "I'm so glad you decided to stay with me while you're in school, it's been awfully lonely since I moved out on my own." We stayed cuddled for a few hours on the couch watching TV, and at some time Kristen had fallen asleep on me. The combination of having her close, and the seductive smell of her hair had stirred a little something in my pants. I shifted my body slightly to conceal my hardening erection, but this only served to wake Kristen from her nap. Kristen lifted her head, and her eyes must have fallen directly on the bulge in my pants, because she giggled and said "That better have happened because you dosed off too!" I blushed and lied, saying I must have fallen asleep. She bought it and went out on the patio for a quick cigarette. I took this opportunity to head to the bathroom and quickly masturbate my erection away. I thought about her beauty, her scent and the fact that her perky breast was resting on my arm the whole time we were on the couch. Thinking about her hard nipple and the firmness of her boob was enough to have my cock spurting in short order. When I went back into the living room, I saw that Kristen had returned, and was sitting on the couch with two beers in her hands. I sat beside her, and she handed me a beer as we continued to watch whatever was on local TV. I drank my beer slowly, but one beer for Kristen turned into five and then six. Slightly tipsy, Kristen leaned over and began to tongue and nibble on my earlobe. This had the effect of bringing my freshly flaccid cock back to attention. Kristen noticed and whispered "That's better, I prefer it when you're hard. I was only outside for a minute, and I know you went into the bathroom to jerk off. Did you jerk your cock thinking about me?" I nodded and blushed. She responded by taking off her shirt to reveal her firm perky breasts, topped with small puffy nipples. "Thinking about these I bet" she hissed, "Most boys seem to like them." Kristen threw her shirt in the corner, and walked over to me, grabbing my wrist and leading me into her bedroom. She pulled off my shirt, undid my belt, and slid my Levis to the floor. She dropped her Daisy Dukes, revealing that she had not been wearing any panties. She stared at my tighty-whiteys, and I knew she wanted me to remove them as well. We were now both completely naked, and Kristen walked over to her dresser and returned with a small bottle of lube. "Know what this is?" she asked, and I nodded. "You ever been with a woman?" she asked, and once again I nodded. "Good, I don't need no two pump chumps, it's been awhile for me, and I need a good fucking." Without hesitation, she put a quarter sized portion of lube in her hands and proceeded to spread it out on her tits. Kristen then kneeled in between my legs, and placed her breasts around my cock, and began sliding them up and down. "Ever have a girl do this to ya?" she asked. "No" I replied, taking in just how good her 34Cs felt around my shaft. "Well, I'm gonna do a lot of things you've never had done to you before during our time together. It's a win-win for us. I get the sexual satisfaction I need, and you get free rent. Plus, you'll be able to concentrate on your classes, because all the pussy you could ever want or need is right here." She quickened her pace as she spoke, and in short order, my cock erupted with spurt after spurt of jizz, hitting Kristen under the chin and in her cleavage. "Damn cuz, do you cum like this all the time? That's a damn impressive load!" I nodded and she smiled "That's why I love 18 year olds, a seemingly endless reserve of sperm." I laughed, noting that Kristen, herself was only 25 years old, and hardly an older lady. "I'm real experienced though, been doing this a long time..." I put my finger on her lips, not wanting to know exactly when my cousin lost her virginity. I got up and got a couple of baby wipes from the bathroom, and began cleaning my spunk from her neck and chest. I also took the opportunity to feel those wondrous breasts that had just milked my balls dry. After thoroughly cleaning my cousin, she asked "You ready for round two?" I said yes, and got up from the bed to get the box of condoms I had bought on the road; I wasn't about to be caught unprepared again after my experience with Regina. "Where you off to?" asked an exasperated Kristen. "Off to get us some protection" I answered over my shoulder. "We don't need condoms, honey, cousin Kristen is on the pill!" she shouted into the hallway. "Come back in here and fuck your cousin like a good boy!" Hearing her say this had caused my erection to return, and I turned around and headed back to her bedroom. I opened the door, and saw Kristen on all fours pointing her firm ass at me. I knew what to do, and I slid up behind her, and slid my cock into her, inch by inch. Kristen felt different than Regina. She was very wet, but not quite as tight, evidence of her sexual experience. I could begin to thrust immediately after entering her, as her body needed no time to adjust to my girth. "Oh yes, honey, give me that cock!" Kristen exclaimed. "You're quite a big boy, you've filled me all up." I thrust into her wet sex for several minutes, until Kristen pulled herself forward, and my cock fell out of her. She spun around and took my cock in her mouth, tasting her own juices. "You ever fuck a girl in the ass?" Kristen asked. "No" I said while shaking my head. "Well that changes right now!" Kristen handed me the bottle of lube and instructed me to apply in generously to my cock and her asshole. Fully lubed, I placed the head of my cock at the puckered entrance of her pink anus. "Do it baby" Kristen said, and I slowly began to push my 7" into her willing ass. As I bottomed out in her ass, I wondered if all Midwestern women were this sexual, or if my family members were just depraved. More than Kissing Cousins Her asshole felt very different than her vagina. It was much tighter, almost uncomfortably tight, and the texture was much different. I thoroughly enjoyed the sensations as I thrust in and out, and from the sounds she made, Kristen seemed to enjoy it to. The extra tightness and friction quickly brought me to climax, and soon I was grunting and filling my cousin's bowels with my semen. I quickly pulled out, and Kristen began to fart my cum from her slightly gaping asshole. I watched as my seed dripped from her little asshole, down into her pussy, and finally onto the sheets. "That's all I can handle for today" said Kristen, "but I'll show you some new stuff tomorrow, so shower up and be ready!" With that, I headed into the bathroom to shower and think about what had just happened. I stood beneath the shower head as the warm water cascaded down on me, and wondered what had happened to me in the last two weeks. Where had I gone wrong? I went from being a high school student and prospective engineering student, to a depraved man who not once, but twice entered into incestuous relationships with my cousins. I washed, and headed off to bed to sleep off my troubles. I was awoken the next morning by a naked Kristen prancing about my bedroom, her pert breasts bouncing with every step. "Wake up, you start classes tomorrow, and I need to be fucked a few times first!" I looked at my cousin's perfect body, and immediately sprouted a boner. "I'm going to do dirty things to you today, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" she giggled as she pulled the sheets off of me, to uncover my erect cock. "Looks like you're ready, so let's get started." Kristen commanded me to get on all fours. I complied, but felt quite uncomfortable and vulnerable. I really became worried when I felt Kristen put a dollop of lube on my exposed asshole. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm going to make you cum by massaging your prostate. I let you play with my butt, so fair is fair. I bet those little high school girls you used to fuck would never do this for you." With that, Kristen slid a well lubed finger into my butt. It felt strange, and burned a little, until Kristen found my prostate. She began to wiggle her finger back and forth along my gland, and it felt like I had been hit by a lightning bolt. It felt amazing, and I could feel a stream of fluid leak from my throbbing erection. Seeing this, Kristen used her free hand to stroke my manhood. She wiggled her finger deeper in my ass, daring me to bust a giant load into her hand. Not being one to disappoint, I complied. I felt my balls tighten, and had the most powerful orgasm of my young adult life. I felt my asshole spasm around Kristen's finger as I spurted semen that felt like hot lava into the palm of her free hand. I expelled so much semen, that Kristen's hand couldn't hold all of it, and it dripped over her hand and onto the sheets. Kristen removed her hand from my ass, and took her cum filled hand to her mouth and began to slurp my cum from her palm. "Another giant load!" she exclaimed. "Rest up, because I want one deep in my pussy when you're ready to go." I laid on my back and wondered what the hell just happened as my cock quickly deflated. 20 minutes later, a still naked Kristen burst into my room. "You good to go?" she asked. "Ready to inseminate your favorite cousin?" she inquired. I nodded, and felt my cock begin to harden once again. Kristen saw my dick heading for the sky, and took this opportunity to guide my cock into her pussy while on top of me. She began bouncing, and my hands instinctively went to her firm bouncing breasts, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. Kristen's hands fell on her mound, and she began to rub her clit as she rode me. I could see her skin begin to flush, and felt her movements become more deliberate, as she worked herself closer to an orgasm. A few seconds later, she arched her back, and I felt her pussy flutter around my cock as she came. The sensations of her orgasm were too much, and I felt my orgasm build as I shot my seed deep into my cousin's womb. Spent, she rolled off of me, and let me watch as she pushed my thick load from her perfect pussy. The next week, I started summer semester classes at school. Kristen was right, as I paid almost no attention to the women on campus, as I knew I had all the sex I could handle waiting for me at home. Summer semester became fall semester, and I settled into my heavy rotation of engineering classes during the day, and work and sex with Kristen at night. Two weeks before the end of fall semester, I received the call. It was Regina, and she was pregnant with my baby. The morning after pill hadn't worked, and she was four months along with our child. I was speechless and terrified. What would I do? I told Kristen about my situation, and in her typical fashion, she had a solution: have Regina move in with us, and live as a family of kissing cousins. I told Regina of the plan, and she agreed. She transferred schools to Iowa State, and came to live with us. Together, the three of us explored the greatness of pregnant sex. As Regina's baby bump grew, and her already massive breasts swelled with the milk inside them, both Kristen and I began to nurse from her regularly. In the coming months, our daughter was born. We decided that we'd raise her together, but never tell her of our true relationship as cousins. Shortly after the baby was born, Regina began using the pill, and when she was able to, the three of us resumed our rounds of three-way cousin sex. More Than Kissing Cousins I have always been attracted to my cousin. Perhaps it started when I was about 10 and we would innocently practice kissing in her clubhouse. I don't recall thinking much of it at the time but since we both hit puberty I have looked at her in a different way. She developed some curves and my hormones went wild and she has turned me on ever since. We saw each other only occasionally and even today only see each other a few times a year. I am now 28 and she 29. She is now married with two young children. She always had a gorgeous face but a slim build. However, since having two kids she has developed an ample pair of breasts while still maintaining her slight, athletic frame. But I'm an ass man and hers is one I have long wanted to be close to. Our families vacation together at the beach every year and I always find myself staring at her hind parts through my sunglasses. It isn't completely firm but it jiggles just right in her bikini bottoms. This year I found myself extra distracted as she would simply drape a blanket over herself while breastfeeding. Perhaps this isn't a turn on for most but the fact that her bare breast was all but out in the open drove me wild. As it turns out she has been having marital problems. Her husband, who is a cop, has become an alcoholic and also been diagnosed as bipolar. He has been treating her increasingly worse since the birth of their second child. She has been living with my aunt and uncle because she fears he will become abusive. As our vacation came to an end and it came time to leave she invited me to live with her for a bit. She planned on moving back into her house but was afraid to be alone with her husband. She herself has recently been exhibiting some erratic behavior that her doctors believe is related to a post-partum condition. In talking with my family about her situation my sister, a physician's assistant, mentioned the symptoms of post-partum include hypersexual behavior and promiscuity, among other things. Even given my sympathy for her situation, my curiosity was peaked. I decided to take her up on her offer and went to live with her. It didn't take long for my sick fantasy to become reality. Her husband conveniently works nights so I had my opportunity. It began the day after I arrived. She was breastfeeding again and caught me staring. She jokingly asked if I was thirsty. I just laughed awkwardly as I did not believe her intentions were the same as mine. After putting her kids to bed we decided to watch a movie on Netflix. She chose What Lies Beneath; a movie that she had previously mentioned freaked her out. My wishful thinking sent me into frenzy. Did she want me there to comfort her through the movie? We sat with our legs curled up on opposite ends of the couch as the movie began. Shortly into the movie our toes touched and she laughed, seemingly uncomfortably. A little while later her toes found mine again and this time she kept them there, not reacting at all. She began to gently rub the sole of my foot with her big toe. I sat stunned, not knowing what to do so I let it continue as if I didn't even notice. Meanwhile the throbbing in my shorts was almost unbearable. As the movie began to intensify she shifted closer to me and clung to my arm. We looked at each other briefly and chuckled awkwardly. She began stroking the inner part of my bicep which caused me to look at her. She withdrew and apologized but I told her I didn't mind at all. She moved back and we cuddled as if we were a couple. A scene in the movie caused her to jump so I held her tighter. To further comfort her, and to test her mindset, I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me with a sheepish smile and without hesitation began to kiss my neck. She worked her way up to my lips and we kissed for the first time in almost 20 years. My hand worked its way up her thigh and under her night gown. To my surprise I found that she had nothing on underneath. I lifted it over her head to reveal what I had longed for all those years. I say jaw dropped as it was everything I had imagined. Her tits perkier than ever from having children. Her pussy perfectly groomed, not shaven but trimmed to almost stubble. She spun around as if in a fashion show and I had my first glimpse of that ass I had drooled over for so long. Damn. She pulled my shirt over my head as I dropped my shorts. I had never been so stiff. She began stroking me while I fingered her and worked my tongue around her nipples. She was ready to take it further but I had not planned for my dream to come true...no condom. She sensed my apprehension and pulled me close, whispering in my ear that she had her tubes tied after giving birth. That was all I needed to hear. I threw her down on the couch and plunged my rock hard cock deep inside of her. I had never been so horny. Being balls deep in my own cousin was a greater feeling than I even imagined. Her milk filled tits bounced as I fucked her feverishly. Her legs wrapped around me as she used her heels to force me deeper. As amazing as this was, I wanted that ass. I stood and bent her over the couch. I almost lost control at the view of her ass and pussy lips together. I drove my dick into her and began to fuck her doggy style, all the while planning my next move. I used the moisture of her sopping twat to lube my finger and slipped it into her asshole. She resisted briefly before accepting it. I continued to use her juices to loosen and massage her tight asshole. She had no idea what was coming next. I withdrew my cock from her cunt and placed the tip at the entrance of her ass. She protested this more vehemently than she had with my finger but I was beyond the point of no return. I lay the entire weight of my body on top of her as I forced my cock between her cheeks and into her now moist asshole. She let out a painful scream that I thought would wake the children, if not the neighbors. She writhed beneath me trying to escape but I was determined. I began to fuck her harder and deeper than I had ever fucked any girl before. Tears fell from her eyes as she still tried to buck me off of her. As some sort of sick gesture to calm her I reached around and massaged her clit. Whether this worked to make her enjoy it or she just accepted the situation I don't know but either way she gave up her fight. I continued pounding her tight hole, her ass rippling with each thrust. Her moans seemed to shift from those of distress to those of pleasure and I could feel her slightly pushing back to meet each of my prods. As my balls tensed and I knew I was close I pulled her closer and fingered her pussy even faster. The pace of my strokes hastened. With my final thrust I felt her ass cheeks clench as I emptied my load deep into her bowels and I knew she had cum too. I left my cock inside of her as the spasms of her orgasm worked to milk every drop of fluid I had left in me. We both collapsed in ecstasy. I have never before nor since had as intense an encounter as fucking, briefly raping, my own cousin and can't imagine ever having a feeling to match it. Unless I can one day seduce my sister...