A young man in his early twenties and his preteen female cousin fall deeply in love and lust.
This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are strictly imaginative. Any occurrences in this story that may be similar to that of a reader's real experience, rather it be particular events or names of individuals involved is completely coincidental.
I remember the day she announced she was pregnant. I remember the day she was born. I remember the day I first saw her at home, being held in her mother's arms, and how the sight of it almost made me cry.
Maybe this is a little cliché' and a story that's too common these days but, this is about my cousin, and my love for her.
I would have been 10 or so when our family heard the news that my aunt, my Dad's sister, was pregnant with her first child. It wasn't long after the wedding, in fact, it had only been a month, if even that. My Mom even speculated that the child was conceived outside of wedlock. I didn't care, I didn't judge. I was excited that my beautiful aunt was going to be a mother.
Roughly nine months later, a healthy baby girl was born, her name was Elizabeth. She had her mother's blue eyes and blond hair, though what little hair she was born with was practically invisible, due to the fact that the light color of her hair was almost the same shade as her skin. I don't think I visited her in the hospital. My first memory of actually seeing her in person was when my aunt and her baby girl were back home. My aunt stood in the hallway, holding her sleeping, or otherwise quiet and calm little child. My aunt had always been gorgeous, natural good looks combined with a quick laugh and ready smile, but tonight, she was more beautiful than ever. She was glowing, her eyes twinkling, her facial features full of tenderness and love, pride and joy. It took all the strength I had in me not to break down in tears at something so beautiful.
Little Elizabeth quickly adopted the nick name Lizzy, which was new to me at the time but since then, knowing many people in my life, I have known several other Lizzy's of varying ages, ranging even all the way up to late 40's in age. But this Lizzy, our Lizzy, MY Lizzy, was a toddler, and a damn smart cookie. She was a happy child who loved her cousins dearly. She was an exceptionally fast learner, having practically mastered the art of the walk before seven months old, and the skill passed down to her from many a female in the family, she quickly learned to talk and never learned how to stop. She loved music and dancing, and loved hugs and kisses almost more than anything. As she continued to grow, so did her family. She became the older sister of another little girl, and a little boy. The second girl took to my sister, the little boy stuck with my brother, but Lizzy was always my little shadow and constant loving companion. Her Mom would often tell me how, when Lizzy was little, she would talk about marrying me when she grew up, much to Lizzy's embarrassment. My aunt told how she explained to her adorable little girl that she couldn't marry her cousin Kevin, since they were related. Lizzy would blush, I would grin and smile.
As she still continued to grow older (and too fast at that), her and I grew closer together. We didn't get to spend as much time together as we did when she was younger, but when we were together, we were inseparable. Our relationship had always been one of much cuddling. She'd often sit next to me at dinner tables, curl up in my lap for movies, sit next to me on the floor and lay her head on my shoulder during family talks about this and that. We'd hold hands where ever and whenever we'd walk, and we always hugged each other at "hello!" and "good bye" and sporadically and randomly in between.
At around the age of 11, things started to change, or maybe, I started to notice things that might have been there all along. Her body began to change, she began to grow taller, she showed signs of becoming shapelier, her chest had already begun to grow and she was already forced to wear a bra. It was around this time that I noticed changes in her behavior as well. There was something other than honest, innocent love behind her hugs and cuddles, there seemed to be a little bit of longing and desire. Often times, we'd stand together, listening in on a conversation, her back to me, she'd reach out and take my arms and wrap them around her, cocooning herself in my embrace. My arms innocently wrapped around waste, her arms resting on my arms and her hands and fingers slipped into my own, her back gently nudged yet firmly planted against my waste and abdomen, my chin resting on the top of her cute blond head. None of this was out of the norm for us, what was out of the normal, was when she started firmly pressing her cute little bottom up against my pelvis. I'd retreat by pulling my pelvis back just enough that her behind was no longer making contact. I didn't want things to get awkward or inappropriate should a little one eyed snake decide to come out and play. More so, I feared the family would take notice, and jump to the wrong conclusion that I was being immodest with my innocent, naïve, and loving little cousin. But retreating my pelvis gained me nothing, for every inch I'd pull away, still keeping her in my arms, she'd press up against me again. It was a direct attack I could never escape if I wanted to continue holding her in this fashion. As months went by I admit, I gave in and stopped worrying about it. I eventually allowed myself to enjoy it and in time, even returned the attention and affection by pressing against her as firmly as she pressed against in me. I took care though to never initiate such an embrace. I always allowed a gap from my pelvis to her bum whenever we cuddled this way, my arms wrapped around hers. But again, as the time passed by, and she grew older and slightly bolder, I allowed her to do what she wanted, and gave back in return. I had no doubt in my mind that she could feel my throbbing manhood pressed firmly against or between her cheeks. She knew what she was doing. She could feel my erect penis against her butt and she knew very well what it was, and what it meant and she liked it.
At this point, she was 12 and damn nearly 13. Inappropriate cuddling and overall touching continued to escalate at an alarming pace, all of which, she initiated. Her seemingly innocent 12 year old self became more and more comfortable and loose in my presence, especially when her parents or any other adults weren’t around. She’d occasionally drop a curse word into a conversation, and then admit she wasn’t allowed to say things such as “fuck” around her parents. I laughed and hugged her and promised I wouldn’t tell her parents, and it didn’t bother me. She’d also start making sexual jokes and references, things I was surprised she knew at such a young age. But again, I didn’t discourage her, not for my own benefit, but simply because I remembered what it was like to be that age and the natural curiosity that accompanied pre-teen and puberty. I didn’t want to play the part of a parent with her. I realize that all these things make her sound like a 12 year old slut, but let me assure you, she wasn’t. She was maturing in ways she never dreamed, she was becoming interested and curious about certain things, and as time went by, I realized more and more that her love for me was deeper than just a close cousin she grew up spending time with, and the older she got, the more the love deepened, and the more mature and adult it became.
On one particular weekend with the family, things past a point of no return. It was getting dark as evening fell, she and I were outside watching her younger siblings play, run around, hide, and climb trees. She stepped in front of me, turned her back to me, firmly pressed her ass against my groin, and took my arms in her hands to wrap herself up in them, as she had a million times before. Yet instead of wrapping my arms around her shoulders, her lower torso or her waste, she placed my hands directly upon her young breasts. At first, I thought it was an honest mistake, and I subtly slid my hands down just below her breasts. She took my hands in hers, and again placed them upon her boobs, this time, she made sure my hands were open, and forced me to cup a tit in each hand. As she did this, she pressed harder against my pelvis and wiggled a little. I could not hide the fact that I was turned, and I had a raging hard on that she undeniably knew was there. She felt it pressed firmly between her cheeks. Her ass now slowly and ever so slightly running up and down the huge bulge in my gym shorts, and her young tits cupped inside my hands, she rested her head against my chest, closed her eyes and sighed. I couldn’t resist my sexy little cousin. My once dormant hands began to fondle her breast, and my pelvis joined in in the steady rocking and met the rhythm of her ass against my cock. I should have ended it before it started, but I couldn’t. She was too cute. My love and affection for my wonderful, adorable and quite frankly, sexy little cousin had, like hers, become less innocent and more adult then I had realized. We stood there, pressed sensually against each other, our bodies moving together in a successful attempt to arouse each other, and ourselves. I don’t know how long this went on, but finally, I opened my eyes that had been shut and noticed it was completely dark out, and the kids had gone inside without us knowing. Whether they noticed anything or not, I had no clue, and didn’t much care.
“We should go in.” I whispered in her ear. She stirred slightly, and made a sound like one waking from a beautiful dream they didn’t want to leave.
“Please,” she replied “not yet.” She looked around for a moment then pointed and said “There”. I followed her point and her gaze, then smiled and nodded. We walked hand in hand to the side of the house, I helped her climb up onto the roof, using a window sill that was the kitchen on the interior of the house, my siblings and hers had climbed onto the roof that way many times before in the past. It was something we enjoyed greatly about my Dad and step-Mom’s house. Once she was up, I hoisted myself up just as easily. Again, hand in hand we walked to the center of the roof. I sat down, feet flat against the shingles, knees up near my stomach and legs apart, leaving her room to shimmy her cute little ass directly in front of me, which she did, then she leaned back against me, head once again resting peacefully on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist. We sat there for several minutes in silence, moon and star gazing. It was a beautiful summer night. Perfect temperature, maybe a single degree too warm, yet a soft, gentle breeze rustled our hair and gave a slight but friendly chill. Finally, she reached down, took my hands in hers and again placed them on her breast, and then she reached her right arm around my neck and ran her fingers through my hair. I immediately went to fondling her tits far more boldly than I had earlier. I gave her a soft kiss on the crown of her head. She rotated to look up at me, then somewhat hesitantly, planted a soft peck on my lips and looked away. I took one of my hands off of the boob it hand been groping and gently squeezing, and softly placed my hand on one side of her face, and directed her to gaze at my face. I moved in and kissed her, open mouthed on the lips, which she returned for just a few seconds before I pulled away. Her hand on the back of my head drifted around and rested on my right cheek. She pulled myself down to her and herself up to me and engaged me in a passionate kiss.
Our lips met and opened and closed and sucked around each other’s and repeated. She rotated her entire body now, into a kneeling position facing me. She placed one hand on my chest, and gently pushed and leaned forward. I took the hint, and allowed my twelve year old cousin to lay me back, with her now on top of me. My knees still propped up and legs still apart, she now lay atop me, her pelvis firmly resting against my rock hard dick. We didn’t break our kiss to change position. She was completely resting on my body as we kissed deeply and passionately. I opened my mouth and brushed my tongue gently against her lips. She was hesitant at first, but she quickly granted me access to her mouth. Once my tongue was inside, it was immediately met by her own. Our lips were wrestling furiously as our tongues danced and sparred passionately, neither one of us wanting to end the kiss, both of us wishing it could deepen even more. I allowed my hands to slip down her body and rest on her ass. I took one cheek in each hand and gently yet firmly squeezed them. She sighed deeply as we sucked each other’s tongues and mouths. I continued to squeeze, fondle, rub and slightly rotate her ass cheeks in my hands. Then, we heard the front door open as someone exited the house, and the door closed. We hesitantly broke off the kiss, our lips a mere inch from the other’s, foreheads and noses nuzzled together. Lizzy’s eyes were gazing down, but were open. She was breathing heavily, breathless, yet tried to keep it quiet so as to not be heard. Our hearts were pounding wildly and loudly, not from nervousness of the possibility of being caught by who ever came outside, but from excitement and desire from the steamy hot, lust-filled yet sweetly romantic kiss we had just shared. We held still in each other’s arms, unwilling and un-daring to move or make a sound as whoever had come out searched the yard. When finally my sister’s voice called out our names, Lizzy rolled off and sat beside me on the roof as I sat up.
“Up here.” I called down to my sister.
“There you are. We were wondering where you guys were. Whatcha guys doing up there?” she asked innocently, without the least bit of suspicion.
“Just star gazing and chatting” I replied happily “Wanna join us?”
“I’d love too, but it’s time for dessert, then we’re going to play a few board games before we make the kiddos go to bed. I was sent out to tell you guys it’s time to come in.”
“What’s for dessert?” I asked, single mindedly.
“Get your butts in here and find out!” my sister replied playfully. Lizzy and I chuckled. I looked at my cousin whom I had just spent the last few minutes sexually making out with and feeling up, and said “Race ya!”
“You’re on!” she grinned and started to stand before my sister blurted out “Yeah, NO! No racing from the roof to the ground! You shouldn’t run on the roof anyway.” A fair point. I looked again at my beautiful cousin and said “Okay, get off the roof safely, and then I’ll race ya!” She grinned mischievously and I knew it was going down. I nimbly hopped off the roof then gently lowered her to the grass. As I lowered her, our eyes met, and we both knew that moment we shared on the roof was not over. It may be some time before it picks up again, but we knew there was no going back. We loved each other, and nothing was going to stop us now from expressing it. But no sooner had her feet touched the grass she took off running, down the side of the house and around the corner to the front yard.
“What? Hey!!” I took off after her as my sister walked in behind us, laughing at me. I’m fast, but by the time I came around the corner and mounted the four front porch steps in a single bound, she was already waiting by the door, grinning hugely and wickedly. “That,” I said as I playfully pointed a finger in her face “was border lining unfair!” She giggled sweetly yet devilishly as my sister came around the corner.
“You just can’t handle being beat by a girl, let alone one half your age.” teased my sister.
“Can’t handle being bea-?! Half my ag-?!” I let my sentences trail off unfinished as I opened the front door and held it and let my sister walk through it. Lizzy and I stood there a moment, lost in each other’s eyes, until finally I motioned for her to go through the door. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she walked by, and I gave her a gentle slap on the butt, and a firm squeeze.
About two months went by since that night that changed everything. In the past, there had been a time or two when I had gone almost an entire year without seeing her, but now, after only two months, not seeing her was killing me. I missed my little cousin… That and… I missed what we had suddenly become. I needed to know if it was just a one night hiccup. If maybe this was something we both did, acting out of character, or if this was permanently our relationship from here on out. On her twelfth birthday almost a year ago, her parents provided her a cell phone with limited talk and text. They stressed that it was primarily for emergencies, but was allowed to use it for some social time. If she ever went over her minutes, exceeded her text limit, or neglected homework and house chores, or should her grades begin to suffer in direct relation to her phone usage, she’d be grounded, and if the problem persisted, it’d be taken away permanently. Luckily for her and for her parents, she’s a very mature, responsible and obedient kid. She never abused her phone rights, and only ever texted myself and her best friend, and only after her chores and homework assignments were completed for the evening.
The ability to text her (though limited as it was) was a heaven send. On days that I missed her so much it ached, it was nice to at least be able to text her. She always amazed me at how grown up and mature she was when she texted. She’d often initiate the conversations when she finished homework and chores with a friendly “Hi! How are you? How was your day? How was work?” etc. I’d always reply answering any and all questions, and then ask a few like questions in return, which she always answered in detail about what was good and what was bad, and why things were good or bad, or how she felt about certain things. Text conversations with my twelve year old cousin were typically more deep and meaningful and mature then most face to face conversations I held with the majority of grown-ups. She had always been mature for her age, and she was growing up too fast. I remembered her 13th birthday coming up in the middle of August and decided I was going to make that birthday a very special one. I first contacted my two younger siblings, telling them of my plan and checking dates to see what would work for them. I was aware that Lizzy’s birthday falling in the middle of August meant that my younger brother and sister would be heading off to college around that time, so I collaborated with them to determine a date. My next step was to contact my aunt and tell her my plan. She agreed happily and excitedly, saying over and over again how much Lizzy loves her cousins and how much she’ll love this idea. My aunt also agreed to keep my plans hush hush until closer to the actual date. My plan was this: My cousin’s birthday fell on a week day, my younger siblings planned on leaving town to check into college a week in advance, meaning they’d have to leave home a few days after the second weekend of August. I arranged to have my younger brother, sister and my cousin to spend the weekend at my apartment. Lizzy and my sister would have the guest bedroom, and my brother would crash on the sofa in the living room. I figured everybody could arrive that Friday night; we could sit and watch a movie, eat popcorn and play board games or whatever our hearts desired. Then Saturday we had a full day planned. We’d take my cousin to the zoo for starters, take her on a shopping spree at the mall, then come home and swim in the “residents and guests of residents only” swimming pool provided by the apartment complex. That Sunday we left completely open for Lizzy to decide what she wanted to do, and within financial reason, we’d do it.
I was excited. I wanted my cousin to have a nice weekend with her cousins. To get away from the hectic constant life of being a big sister, and allow her to let her hair down and be a kid and do virtually anything she wanted. This was going to be her special weekend. My siblings and her parents agreed and were just as excited about the idea as I was, and her parents greatly appreciated that we were willing to give our cousin the weekend of her life, and make her “coming into teen years” birthday something special. I was grateful that my plans worked out, and that my siblings could be there as well. For one, I knew their presence would mean a lot to Lizzy, having them there would make her extremely happy. And two, I didn’t entirely trust Lizzy or myself to an empty apartment with just the two of us. It would have been way too easy for things to get carried away, and go places that cousins shouldn’t go. We had already crossed a line and gone somewhere cousins should never go. Yet I wanted her to have this weekend. I honestly had innocent intentions and wanted to spend time with my cousin for reasons none other than she was my cousin, and I loved her, and I loved spending time with her. As great as our time was up on that roof, and wonderful and magical as it was, I didn’t want things to go any farther, so, this weekend to celebrate my cousins thirteenth birthday, was going to be a good, clean, fun time. So I thought.
My sister called me about a week until the surprise weekend and explained that something had come up at her college, and although her and my brother went to separate colleges, they’d both need to leave a few days earlier than planned. Something to do with check-in time, or my sisters paper work or registry or something, I didn’t understand it but something had gone wrong that suddenly, my sister had to be at the college a couple of days early. My sister’s college is about an eight hour drive, give or take a few minutes depending on traffic, road work, etc. Since her college is (sorta) on the way to my brother’s college (approximately a 20+ hour drive) they’d pack up the van and dad would drive them both out at once. Now, my sister had to leave the Saturday morning of our planned weekend of awesome, which meant neither her, nor our brother would be available for the majority of the weekend. I also knew that without them there, things could get very un-innocent between my cousin and me very, very fast. I asked my sister if there was any way around this little problem, any way to fix it from home, anything. She sighed and said that unfortunately, no. She had to be there Saturday evening at the very latest. She felt bad about it, knowing it affected not just her, but our brother and cousin too. I assured her it wasn’t her fault and that Lizzy and I would still have a great time and be thinking of them.
As soon as I hung up with my sister, I called my aunt. I explained to her the situation and asked if Lizzy spending the weekend was still okay, and if not, I completely understood if it wasn’t. I didn’t want things to get weird or even appear to be inappropriate.
“Nonsense” she said “It’ll be fine. I trust you guys. There’s nothing wrong with a girl spending time with her male cousin. I think it’s healthy even. Lizzy could use the time away. We haven’t really had a vacation this year and she needs to be able to get her mind off of her responsibilities and be a kid from time to time. So don’t worry, I’m sure everything will be fine. I just hope you’ll be able to manage her by yourself.” My aunt laughed when she said this. I forced myself to laugh with her. I couldn’t help but wonder if my aunt’s faith and trust in me was misguided. I hoped and prayed I wouldn’t abuse her trust. My brother and sister would be able to join us Friday night, and then Dad would pick them up from my apartment Saturday morning with their stuff already having been packed in the van the day before. I arranged to have us three pick Lizzy up at my aunt and her husband’s house. We’d show up with Lizzy having no clue what was going on, and announce to her that she was going to spend the weekend with us, or rather, me, since the others had to leave in the morning. Her eyes lit up like twinkling stars. Her mom gave her strict rules on how to behave over the weekend, demanding that she be totally obedient and well behaved, and then had her run off to pack a suit case. A few minutes later she returned with everything she needed for two nights and two days. We bid her parents farewell and drove off to my apartment. Lizzy had never seen my place before, and she was excited to receive a grand tour of my small and humble abode. Once the tour was ended, the four of us stood and talked for a while, and then I gave her the schedule for the weekend. Her excitement grew the more I told her of my plans. She loves the zoo, and like any girl does, she loves shopping, and like any kid does, she loves swimming, so when I mentioned these three things, her eyes grew bigger and bigger with excitement. When I mentioned swimming, she nearly squealed, and then immediately her excitement dropped, she looked to the floor and her voice became soft and depressed.
“Oh…” she said, suddenly melancholy.
“Liz? What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned.
“Well, I didn’t know we’d be swimming so… I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” She looked at me sheepishly with puppy dog eyes and I busted out laughing, which startled her.
“That’s no problem, kiddo! We’re going shopping before swimming, remember? We can buy you a new swimsuit. You can pick out whatever you want!”
Her face lit up again. “Really?!”
“Really really!” She grinned happily, almost devilishly. “Now,” I said “What do you want to watch tonight?”
I allowed her to browse through my DVD collection to pick out what she wanted to watch. I knew her parents allowed her to watch some PG-13 rated movies, but never anything R, and PG-13 movies with too much violence, bad language or sexuality was off limits. Usually, superhero movies were a safe bet, and I had a plethora of those. She chose Dark Knight Rises, since she had seen the others and hadn’t gotten around ever to seeing the third and final film of the series. I got the movie all set up and started popping popcorn while the others got seated and comfortable. When Lizzy took my favorite chair, a comfy recliner, I teased her that she’d have to move, cause that’s where I sit. She shook her head and said “I’ll share it with you.” Once the popcorn was ready, I poured it into two large bowls and handed one bowl to my brother and sister, seated on the sofa, and kept the other for Lizzy and myself. As I approached my chair, she stood up, and waited by the side of it. I sat down, and she immediately sat down on my lap and went to work on the popcorn. We were barely ten minutes into the movie when we all needed popcorn refills. I let the others enjoy the film while I got up and popped two more bags, dumped them into the bowls again, and this time provided everyone with a soda of their choice. Once we finished the second wave of popcorn, Lizzy set the empty bowl on the floor then grabbed a small throw blanket from the back of the sofa and curled up on my lap, buried in the blanket. I wrapped her up in my arms and nuzzled closely and tightly against her as she relaxed against me. To no surprise, she directed my hands to her breasts’ and since all but her cute face was hidden under the blanket, I was able to fondle and grope her without being noticed by my siblings. I played with her small, young, budding tits throughout the rest of the movie. When finally it had ended, I muted it and the four of us chatted casually as the credits rolled, and kept talking long after they had finished. Once the movie ended, Lizzy sat up right, allowing the throw to fall to her waste, and all inappropriate touching ceased. I think we both silently agreed that even with the blanket hiding her, it would be weird and risky to continue fondling her as we talked with my sibs.
After a couple of hours, my brother and sister excused themselves to go to bed. They had a long day tomorrow, and it would start bright and early. In order to let them sleep, we’d have to leave the living room. I had arranged to let the girls have the guest bedroom, while my brother would sleep on the sofa. Lizzy was in no hurry to go to bed, however, so her and I went to my room to talk. It was innocent, I swear. We left the door open half way and talked in hushed tones, that way, we kept the modesty of not having my cousin and I in a closed bedroom for the night, yet could still chat quietly so the others could sleep. Lizzy plopped her cute little ass down on the foot of my bed, and I sat in my desk chair, and we chatted away. We talked about life, from school, to life at home, her friends, her enemies, my job, my friends and enemies, the following days’ plans, religion, politics, TV, video games, superheroes and so on. Anything and everything, we talked about it. I don’t remember when, but at some point during the night, she scooted up from the foot of my bed, to the head of it. She picked up a pillow and leaned against the backboard of my bed, and wrapped the pillow up in her arms as it stood up on her lap. Eventually, again not sure when, but I came over and joined her by sitting at the head of my bed, back against the headboard, and chatting. We talked for another hour or two and slowly but surely, we both drifted off to sleep, her head resting on my shoulder, and my head resting on hers.
I heard a noise in the distance, or, I thought it was in the distance. In reality it came from the spare room down the short hall. Turns out my foggy, sleepy mind was distant. A couple of soft taps at my door and “Kevin?” My eyes blinked open. My sister entered the room and glanced at Lizzy and me and smiled slightly. I noticed Lizzy’s head was still on my shoulder, we were holding hands and her fingers had been slipped through mine. I looked over at the cutie next to me, finally realizing what was going on, and how we innocently fell asleep, and chuckled softly. My sister joined in. I looked at her, then at the clock, (it read 6:23 AM) then back at her.
“How long have you been up?” I asked finally, my voice hoarse and rough sounding.
“Almost half an hour. Dad’s here and we already loaded up yesterday. We figured you guys would wanna eat breakfast with us, or at least say goodbye.” Her statement was non-accusational, simply factual and informative. “What time did you guys pass out anyway?” She finally asked as she smiled slyly. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand.
“Last time I looked at the clock it was about a quarter til four, and we were still talking. I think we were out not much later than that though. I was drifting when I checked the time. What’s for breakfast?”
“Donuts! We’re going to get Krispy Kreme donuts.” My mouth watered. I loved donuts. “But you guys better get up and make yourselves presentable. We’re leaving in no more than ten minutes.” She promptly left the room. Surprisingly, the little tyke had slept through our entire conversation. I leaned over and gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, and gently squeezed her hand in mine.
“Wake up, sweetie.” I whispered in her ear. She moaned and adjusted, cuddling up closer to me, rotating slightly and throwing her free arm around my waist. I smiled, and tried a little harder.
“Lizzy, kiddo we gotta get up. They’re gonna leave without us. You wanna say goodbye, don’t you?” At that, she stirred. She moaned hugely, and stretched, but still in her cuddled position. Her blue eyes finally fluttered open and looked up at me. She smiled sweetly, I smiled back.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I whispered. She smiled at that.
“Where are the others?” She asked softly.
“In the other room, waiting for us to get up and get ready so we can go eat breakfast together.”
“So we’re alone?”
“Good.” And with that, she lifted up and gave me a long, slow, gentle, and passionate kiss on the lips. “That’s why.” She said cutely, just before she gave me a second quick kiss, much shorter than the first. She broke the kiss then hopped out of bed and bounded out of the room and into the bathroom. I watched her exit, smiled and shook my head and got up. When she was finished in the bathroom, I went in, trying to hide the bulge in my shorts. I relieved myself, undressed, wetted a wash cloth, wiped myself down and brushed my teeth. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into my room and closed the door. I applied deodorant and put on fresh clothes and joined the others. Lizzy had done much the same, and you could hardly tell either of us had just gotten out of bed, getting a maximum of two hours of sleep, slept in our clothes and hadn’t had time to shower. I thought we did pretty well.
Lizzy piled into my Dad’s van with my siblings and I hopped in my car and followed them to Krispy Kreme. Once we ate, we talked until around seven, then they said their goodbyes, we all hugged and they hopped on the road. Lizzy and I piled into my car and we were off for the zoo! It was a beautiful day. For being August, it wasn’t unbearably hot, but wasn’t cool enough that it would ruin our plans for swimming later this evening. Once at the zoo, I asked her if she wanted to walk around the whole thing or if she wanted to go to certain areas and look at certain things. She wanted to see all of it, or, at least as much as she could in the time allotted to her. We saw lemurs, monkeys, tigers, giraffes, lions, rhinos, birds of all kinds, even a couple of dolphins in their huge aquarium. Lizzy loved it all. We had both brought cameras and we took pictures of everything, and many pictures of her doing goofy stuff, or me doing goofy stuff, or the both of us doing goofy stuff together. By the time we left at two in the afternoon, we were both hungry and ready for a nap, yet we still had shopping and swimming to look forward too. So, first things first, we went out to eat, a restaurant of her choice. We ended up at Olive Garden. I’m not a particular fan of it, but apparently she loves pasta. After we ate, we hit up the local shopping center. I knew it well; they had everything we could ask for, from shoe stores, home and comfort stores, entertainment stores, ice cream shops, and a surplus of clothing stores, which is where we spent the majority of our afternoon. I’m pretty sure we hit 95% of the clothing stores and 100% of the shoe stores. Each store had something uniquely different to offer. At each store, she’d select a handful of items and try them on, then come out and show off her new style for me to marvel at, and give honest opinions. She reminded me she needed a bathing suit to swim in later this evening.
“Right” I said “why don’t you pick one out, then try it on. We’ll then take a picture and text it to your Mom and make sure she approves of it.”
She agreed and grabbed several swim suits, including a few two piece suits. I wasn’t sure if her mom allowed her to wear bikinis or not, so I was grateful I had established the rule of getting her mom’s approval before making a decision. She tried several on before she showed me the one she really liked. It was a blue two piece with yellow straps and small designs. The blue with yellow greatly complemented her sapphire eyes and golden hair. She truly was a cutie. I took a picture and sent it, her mom replied almost immediately with her approval. With her new swimsuit in hand, she was suddenly all the more anxious to go swimming. We left the shopping center with approximately seven new outfits, two pairs a shoes, a swimsuit, and a plethora of other girly things. On our way back to my place, we stopped for ice cream. I enjoyed a custom “death by chocolate”, which included M&M’s, Oreos, Reese’s Pieces, Snickers and brownie pieces all in chocolate ice cream. She enjoyed something a little simpler: Mint chocolate chip. Bor. Ing. When we got home, I gave her the keys to my apartment door while I hauled all her luggage. I dropped all the bags, boxes, packages, plastic wraps and everything else on the guest bed. She immediately started digging for her new swimsuit, found it and bolted to the bathroom to change. I went to my room to change into my trunks. I didn’t bother closing the door since she was in the bathroom, and I figured I could easily undress and throw a pair of trunks on before she could strap herself into her two piece. I was almost sorta wrong. The bathroom door opened and she came into my room just as I had tied the waist bands of my trunks, still wearing my shirt.
“Ready!” She beamed. I pulled my shirt up and off and I felt her eyes drinking me in. I admit, I’m pretty fit and tone, though I don’t go boasting or flaunting it. Still, I could feel her staring at me, and when I looked at her, I was right. Her eyes held something close to lust in them. I pretended not to notice, but also noticed how great her sleek, fit body looked in her two piece.
“You’ll want something for your feet for the walk to the pool. It’s a short walk, but the pavement will be hot.” I told her as I slipped a pair of flip flops on, and she nodded and left the room silently. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels and met her in the hall way. I looked her up and down and smiled.
“You’re cute.” I said sweetly. She blushed. “Welp! Ready, kiddo?!” She looked back up at me, excitement in her eyes again and she nodded.
“Uh huh!” Was all she said and we were out the door.
When we arrived at the pool a short few minutes later, I lead her to the structure that held the Men and Women’s restrooms. I informed her it was required to quickly bathe in the showers provided before entering the pool. We parted to our designated gender rooms as I told her I’d meet her back out here soon. I was out first and already swimming when she came out. She went straight to the edge and jumped in. She emerged and shook the hair and water from her face and eyes, looked and me and sighed. I grinned, then submerged suddenly and swam straight towards her, fast as a fish. I gently plowed my shoulder into bare stomach, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her under. I could hear a brief squeal just before she went down. Once I had her under, I popped out and waited for her to come back up. She did slowly, this time not even trying to get the hair or water out of her face. She came up and looked at me from behind her hair.
“That was not very nice.” She said, keeping a straight face, serious as death. I just stood there, grinning hugely at her.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?” I taunted her. She slowly grinned maniacally, and lunged for me. I severely underestimated her strength and power. She took me down almost as easily as I had pulled her under. We went down and under together, and came back up, laughing, sputtering and wiping our faces.
“Okay, you caught me off guard. I didn’t realize you were so strong! I’ll be better prepared next time, I’ll brace myself more firmly and you won’t be able to take me down again!” I teased her. She grinned and dove at me again. This time, I WAS ready, but even still she almost knocked me off my feet for a second time. I had to take a step back with one foot to keep from falling, and even that barely secured me. I was finally able to lift her slightly to my side and let her own momentum do the rest. She went splat face first into the water with me still standing there, laughing my ass off. As I stood there laughing, I let my guard down, and didn’t expect two small hands to wrap around one of my ankles and yank. One second I was standing there laughing, the next, I lay in the water flat on my back looking up at her standing over me, grinning proudly. Still underwater, I wrapped my legs around the back of her knees and pulled her under on top of me. I caught her as she went under, then immediately rotated us so I was now lying above her, then I swam off. She righted herself and gave pursuit. She was fast, I gave her that. I came to the ledge of the deep end and hauled myself out of the water. She emerged, wiped her face, and then scoured the area with her eyes, in search of me. She finally looked up and saw me atop the diving board. Her eyes widened and she promptly swam backwards, out of the way for my impending dive. I stood at the edge, looked down at her and announced my dive.
“A two and a half from the high board!!” With that, I bounced twice on the board, and the third time put all my weight and strength into it and soared into the air. I immediately curled up in midair, completing two full frontal flip rotations, and then straightened back out as my head angled toward the water. I splashed and flew straight toward the bottom of the 12 foot deep, before arching my back and angling myself back toward the surface. When I emerged, I shook my head violently, ridding my face of water and hair. I looked at my cousin and grinned, half my mouth open, the other shut. She looked at me in awe, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Where did you learn how to do that?!?!” She asked.
I shrugged. “I taught myself. It’s easy really. Get enough height and hang time and you can do just about anything in the air.” She looked impressed, which only fed my glutton of an ego.
We spent a couple of hours playing and relaxing in the pool before we finally headed back to my apartment room. Once back, we took turns taking showers, then sat down in the living room to watch another movie and eat more popcorn. This time, she and I shared the sofa, since it was just the two of us. I sat on the right hand side and she sat on the middle cushion. Once the popcorn was gone, she again grabbed the throw blanket, then lay down sideways on the couch, resting her head on my lap, and wrapped herself up in the comfort of the soft blanket. I hoped she didn’t notice my rock hard dick. When the movie ended, I looked down at her and found her struggling to stay awake. I gently brushed a rogue strand of hair out of her face.
“Come on, kiddo” I said “You should get some sleep. It’s been a big, busy day and you got very little sleep last night.” She slowly craned her head to look at me.
“What about you?” She asked.
“What about me?”
“Are you going to go to bed?”
“Not quite yet. I’m gonna sit on my bed and read for an hour or two probably. Depends on when I feel like stopping.” She nodded then stood. After our showers, we had dressed in simple, comfortable clothes. She was wearing a new kami with short shorts, I was in a sleeveless shirt and gym shorts. She headed to the bathroom to relieve herself and brush her teeth. When she had finished, she found me munching on candy in the kitchen. She came over, wrapped her arms around my waist, laid her head on my chest and pressed against me tightly. She moaned slightly, her eyes closed, her mouth curled into a smile. I wrapped my arms around her in return, kissed the crown of her head and held her. After several minutes, she pulled away enough to still be in my arms, but look up at me.
“Thank you so much. Today is my favorite day ever.” She said sweetly.
“I’m glad you liked it and had a good time.” I smiled at her.
“Not “liked”, LOVED.” She replied. Then she extended her body upward and pressed her lips against mine. We opened our mouths, allowing the kiss to deepen; our tongues knew what to do from that night on the roof. The kiss lasted about a minute before she broke it off.
“Good night” she whispered “I love you.”
“Good night, baby. I love you too.” I smiled and leaned down to give her a quick final kiss.
Once she was in the guest bedroom, I went to my room, stripped down to my boxer shorts and sat on my bed, resisting the urge relieve an enduring boner. I needed so badly to pull my boxers aside and just stroke my cock to a spewing end, blowing my load all over my hand, but I didn’t. I simply shook my head, picked up my book and started reading. I read for more than two hours. I had drifted off at some point and woke up, finding it still dark outside and not quite even midnight yet. Suddenly, Lizzy came tip-toeing into my room. I was startled and surprised at first, but recovered quickly.
“Hey, kiddo. What are you doing up?” I asked.
“Couldn’t sleep.” She said simply.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, slightly concerned.
“Yeah, I just… I was lonely. Kev Kev, can I… Could I share your bed with you tonight? I just really wanna cuddle with you all night and fall asleep in your arms.” I smiled. She was just too damn cute and adorable to say no. I put my book down on the night stand beside my bed and patted the empty mattress next to me. She smiled cutely, placed her knees on the foot of the bed and crawled up to the head of the bed. Instead of lying down beside me like I thought she would, she came directly to me. I was propped up in a sitting position against the head board to read, she came right up, sat on my lap, legs straddled, and lay against me, the side of her head resting on my bare chest and her arms wrapped around me. She looked so peaceful and content. I wrapped her up in my arms and pulled her closer, holding her tightly and affectionately. She took in a deep breath and let it out in a content sigh. We lay there for several minutes, but it wasn’t long before I noticed her young mound was sitting directly atop my rock hard dick. I wondered if that was deliberate, or purely coincidental. Regardless, we had two, maybe three very thin pieces of fabric between our private areas, and through our clothing, I could feel the warmth and slight moisture radiating from her groin. Then, she slowly and slightly began pressing against me with her hips. She’d press forward as far as our bodies allowed, then pulled back several inches, before slowly pressing forward again. She was grinding, and the more it went on, the harder I got, and her pace increased ever so slightly, but still moving at a slow and steady pace. I let my arms droop down to her ass, and took a cheek in each hand and squeezed lustfully.
“Mmm.” She took another deep breath and let it out. Her crotch felt amazing as it pressed forward and backward against my throbbing penis. I pulled my hands up to the waistband of her shorts and slowly and softly slid my hands inside. I was not surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing underwear, the thought of only two thin fabrics separating my dick from her pussy, and now holding, groping and squeezing her sweet bare ass in my hands made me want her all the more.
She slowed her grinding to a stop, then looked up at me, placed both her hands on either side of my face and pulled herself up into the most passionate kiss I’d ever had. It was slow and steady and sweetly romantic, yet still filled with uncontrollable lust and desire. We kissed with mouths open, tongues tasting and exploring every inch of the others’ mouth, then returning to meet with the other tongue. Our lips were locked and our tongues tied together, and our groins were pressing and grinding harder together. She reached back behind her and took my forearms into her hands and pulled my hands out of her shorts and placed them again on her breasts. I wasted no time. I went to groping, fondling, rubbing, and gently squeezing her tits and playing with and pinching her nipples through her shirt. We continued kissing and grinding. I took my hands off of her and lowered them to the bottom of her kami and lifted it up over her head and off, tossing it to the floor. Her only upper covering coming off had forced us to break the kiss, now our foreheads rested together, our eyes closed and both of us panting for breath. My hands went straight back to her bare tits as she shoved her mouth against mine. As we kissed, I positioned us slightly to where I was now slouching and she was sitting a little more upright, yet still firmly planted on lap, her hips still gyrating against my cock. I broke the kiss and gently sunk my teeth into her neck. Her head rolled back and a short “mmph!” escaped her lips. I kissed and bit my way down her neck to her collarbone, to her chest, then down to her breast. I took a tit into my mouth and began sucking it while my tongue played with and tasted her nipple.
“Mmmm…” She moaned as I sucked and kissed her tit and nipple. She cradled my head in her arms as I pleasured her sensitive little buds. When I was pleased with my work on the first tit, hardening the nipple like an erect, horny penis, I went to the other, issuing another moan from her mouth. The tit I wasn’t sucking I was playing with, gently rubbing it. She grabbed my free hand and guided it to her shorts between her thighs. I rubbed her now damp shorts and felt her slippery slit through the fabric.
“Ohh!” She moaned a little louder as she buried her face in my neck. I pulled my mouth from her tits and looked up at her, causing her to dive down and kiss me fiercely once more. I pulled my hand from her crotch and wrapped both arms around her.
She broke the kiss, and pulled herself up into a kneeling position. I was slouched, so her pelvis was now right in front of my face. She took my head in her hands and thrust the crotch into my face and started grinding. I placed my hands on her hips and tried to stop her, when I finally succeeded; I grabbed the hem of her shorts and pulled them down. She had to lift one leg out of them at a time, but within seconds, her shorts too were on the floor, and my twelve year cousin was mere inches from my face, naked from head to toe. She again placed her hands on my head and this time, she slowly pulled my face to her pussy. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks on the other side of her body that my face was. I opened my lips and took the entirety of her wet pussy in my mouth, my tongue already lapping up the abundance of her horny female liquid.
“Ohhh!! Mmm! Kev Kev, don’t stop!” She cooed adorably. I didn’t need to be told twice. My hands firmly gripping and rubbing her ass, I pulled her pelvis into my face even more as my mouth explored her womanhood, already dripping wet from arousal. My tongue explored every inch of her delicious horny pussy, and with every inch it slithered over, she grew more excited, moaning and squirming more and more. My attack was relentless. I wouldn’t stop until her sweet vagina had gotten its first male induced orgasm. With a little bit of effort, I was finally able to locate her clit hidden in the folds of her pussy with my tongue, once I found it; I devoted all my love and attention to it. I licked it, flicked it, ran my tongue circles around it, sucked on it and lapped at it like a puppy laps up water from a dish. Her breathing started coming out in short sharp breaths, her heart was racing. Her body squirmed uncontrollably and mouth kept letting “Ahh! Ooh! Ah, ah AH! AHH!” moans escape. Suddenly, I noticed a huge difference in her overall behavior. Her fingers gripping my hair, she suddenly spazzed hugely, she pressed my head into her groin as much as she could, her hips once again gyrating, her body practically performing body roles and she tried with all her might to get my mouth as deep into her groin as possible. Her moaning’s became just shy of shouts. She could no longer control her body as it rocked and grinded against my face, she shivered and squirmed.
“Ohhh fuck! Yes, Kev Kev! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Mmm! MMM! Ah. Ah. Ah! AHH! AHHH! AHHH FUCK! OH YES!! Ohhhh! Oooh! MmmMM!”
I promptly slid a finger into her pussy as I continued eating her out, but even as I slid that finger in, she was already over the edge. Her inner pussy convulsed and clamped down on my finger, gripping it violently, letting go briefly then grabbing it again. Her pussy lips throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and a flood of fresh pussy cum came pouring into my mouth, my beautiful cousin still squirming and moaning the whole time. Her moans and spasms slowly began to recede. Her grinding slowed, and her iron grip in my hair lessened. After several minutes, her orgasm passed completely. I pulled my finger out of her, and withdrew my face from her sopping wet pussy mound. She lowered herself back down onto my lap and lay against my chest again.
We laid there for several minutes, neither of us saying a thing, just lost in each other’s arms. She was still trying to catch her breath. Finally, she looked up at me, gave me a long, slow, tender kiss.
“Thank you. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had by far. I can’t put into words how good that felt.” I smiled at her.
“I’m glad you liked it, baby.” I replied, and then leaned down to kiss her again, but she stopped me.
“Not “liked”, LOVED.” We both laughed and hugged again. She sighed heavily, then pulled away. “I want you.” She whispered. She leaned in to kiss me again, and as she did, she reached down and took the huge bulge in my boxers in her hand and began stroking it. It was my turn to moan. She slid her hand into the open fly of my boxer and pulled my cock out and resumed pumping it. Her soft little hand on my bare rod felt way better than anything I’d ever used to masturbate. After a few short minutes of kissing and stroking, she sat up into a kneeling position again. This time, she positioned her pussy directly above my penis, proudly standing at attention. She slowly began lowering herself toward it; I stopped her just before her lips brushed against the tip of my dick.
“Honey, no.” I said.
“I want this. I want you.” She said, lovingly, putting the emphasis on the word “you”.
“I want this too, and I want you more than words can tell. But baby… It’ll hurt. So very much. You’re so little and never done it before, the first time hurts a lot. And it’ll hurt first several times you do it after that. Please, Lizzy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It has to happen sometime. I want it to be now, tonight, with you. No one else. I want it, more than anything, I want it.”
I could no longer argue. All I could do was watch in horror and anticipation as she began once again to lower herself toward me. Her pussy lips brushed the tip of my head, she stopped, then angled her approach slightly differently and lowered some more, allowing the outside of her wet pussy to glide along my shaft, lubricating it with her own natural, slippery fluids. Once satisfied, she again lined up her entrance to the tip of my cock. She lowered and pressed her cunt firmly against my head and stopped then looked at me, a nervous, but loving smile on her face.
“I love you” she whispered, then, slowly, down she went. Her pussy lips were slowly forced to part and spread as the head of my cock intruded. The tip made its entry, then, slowly, the rest of the head slid in, she paused and closed her eyes, her face tight, then she continued, slower still. With the rest of the head now in, the shaft would slide in nice and easy. She steadily lowered herself, impaling her body more and more on my rock hard, throbbing dick. Inch by inch, I penetrated deeper into her tight, warm, womanly depths. I could feel her inner walls separating, parting, stepping out of the way to let me in, yet hugged me as tightly as they could. A little less than half way down my rod, she encountered a barrier, she stopped, wiggled her hips slightly, getting a feel of my penis inside her, turning her on more and giving her renewed courage to see this to the end. She began pressing down once again, but still the barrier held true. She slowly put more and more pressure into her descent, her mouth hung open in a long silent cry of pain until finally, and the tip of my head tore past her hymen and allowed my dick access to the deepest depths of her no longer virgin pussy. As it tore away, she allowed herself to quicken the descent until finally, the mound of her pussy rested on my pelvis, my cock as far into her as it could go. She let out a slight yell of pain and collapsed onto me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her forehead resting on my shoulder. I felt warm tears drip onto my flesh as she silently sobbed in my arms. I sat there and held her and kissed her head and neck and shoulder softly to comfort and relax her. I would have stayed like that all night; I was willing to wait until the end of the world if that’s what she needed. My cock was throbbing inside her tight pussy. I stole a glance in the direction where our bodies had been joined and saw a small streaks of blood, leaking from her womanhood and onto my pelvis. I didn’t want her to hurt, but she was right, it had to happen sooner or later, and if doing it now with me is what she wanted and made her happy, I was happy too. I softly took her head in my hands and gently pulled her face from my shoulder, encouraging her to look at me. When she met my gaze, her eyes were red and puffy, and still leaking tears. It broke my heart to see her in so much pain.
“Are you okay?” I whispered. “We don’t have to do this if you can’t or don’t want too anymore.” She took a deep shaky breath, and then shook her head.
“No.” Her voice came out small, frail and weak. “No, we’re not stopping. I love it, it feels so good, I just need a few more minutes.” She tried to hold back a second wave of unstoppable tears but failed, and they flooded out and almost broke up the end of her last sentence. She bowed her head, almost ashamed of her tears. I placed a hand under her chin and lifted her head, she was sobbing again.
“I love you.” I whispered. As I said that, her face suddenly changed. She seemed to be able to control her tears, pain, lust and love all in one instant. She stopped sobbing, she wiped her eyes and the tears ceased. She leaned in and took my mouth and tongue in hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck again and pressed her face into mine as I returned the kiss and embrace.
She began gyrating her hips like she had earlier when we had clothes on. Forward, then back. Forward and back. She established a slow but steady pace, allowing her pussy to accommodate for my entry, and to adjust to having it inside her. As a few minutes went by, her grinding began to pick up the pace, she was getting turned on again, and her fluids began flowing and leaking and lubricating her inner halls and my outer pillar, stuffed inside her. This made grinding a little easier for her, and her freshly moistened pussy began sliding effortlessly along my pelvis. Only about a minute later, she had the courage and confidence to slowly lift herself back up my shaft. She went about half way up, then slowly lowered back down again. She repeated this, half way up, then lowered back down to the hilt, the very rim of my cock, her ass cheeks resting slightly on my ball sack. Back up she went, this time, three fourths of the way, then back down. On the fourth rise, she lifted all the way up to the head, the very tip the only part still inside her pussy. As she rose up from it, more of my cock pulled out, I could feel the walls of her pussy closing back in as my dick made its exit, and then she slid herself back down my shaft onto my lap, my cock plowing through her wet inner flesh once again. As soon as she landed she began her upward climb, and no sooner had the entirety of my cock popped out of her pussy, she slid herself back down it then back up again. There were no more pauses after that. It was slow going at first, but after a few minutes of this, she gradually picked up the pace. She now slid up and down the entire length of my cock at a medium pace, not too slow, not too fast. It was completely seductive and sensual, but filled with love and passion. Our mouths were still locked together, unable to satisfy our lust for a taste of the other. Her pussy lips and walls felt incredible as she effortlessly slid on and off my dick up past the head, and back down to my hips. It was a continuous, never ending, relentless assault on my swollen meat, every bit as much as it was to her sensitive and tender flesh, inside and out. I could feel her clit slide across my shaft with each vertical pass her slit traveled. I broke the kiss for a moment, and forced her to cease bouncing on me. I adjusted myself to a laying position with her on top of me. As I adjusted, she remained as she was, in a sitting/kneeling position. Once I was settled, she leaned down and rested herself on top of me, my cock still deep inside her. She wasted no time pressing her lips back against mine as we re-embraced and resume making out passionately. She again began working her hips, eager to feel my engorged member sliding in and out of her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, afraid to let go. Her body rested completely on mine and her fingers gripped the bed sheets in an iron hold as she made love to me. Her juicy wet pussy sliding on and off my cock; in and out my dick penetrated her deeply. The spreading of her lips and walls, feeling them close then be flung wide open again. My pleasure was increasing rapidly. I was doing my best to hold off as long as I possibly could, I wanted to make it last, but my strength was failing. My orgasm was building, my sperm rising. I moaned into her kisses, she sped up. I struggled to break free of her kiss and finally succeeded.
“Ohh, baby. Liz, have you had your first period yet?” I asked.
“No. Why?” She never stopped pumping herself on me.
“Because, baby I’m gonna cum.” She smiled when I said this.
“Don’t worry, I’m safe.” She assured me and once again took my lips in hers.
There was no holding back now, I was getting close, and I did nothing to stop it. I grew dangerously closer to an orgasm as she rode me. Her lips and inner walls milking me like a slippery wet, silky soft hand. Her pussy was so tight. Oh fuck! I was gonna cum! I began to moan, I edged closer and closer, my grunts of pure pleasure muffled in my lovers mouth. I grew goose bumps; an intense shiver ran up my spine in its entirety as I was sent headfirst over the edge. I squirmed underneath her, I tried to utter her name but couldn’t as she refused to part her mouth from mine. She fucked me deeper and harder, my cock throbbing harder and harder and began to convulse as finally it started spewing my semen inside her cunt. I moaned loudly and intensely, my dick sending intense shivers and waves of unfathomable pleasure through my body as I felt each strand of cum ejaculate and shoot up into her womb. She didn’t stop; she kept riding me harder and faster and milked me dry. I felt the last few drops drip from my cock, my manhood now extremely sensitive; I placed my hands on her hips and held her still until she stopped ramming herself onto me. Our kiss finally slowed and stopped, our lips hesitantly parted, our foreheads and noses still nuzzled together like always, as we gasped for breath. We were hot, sweaty and stinky; our bodies were stuck together in more ways than one. Once we had caught our breath, she finally looked into my eyes. I saw her soul in that very moment, she smiled hugely and sweetly as silent tears of pure joy and content suddenly came flowing down her face. She giggled as her tears continued to fall and she threw her arms around me (which was tricky for her, since my back was lying on the mattress) and hugged me tight and warm. I wrapped her up in my arms and kissed her head repeatedly as it rested on my chest. My cock slowly began deflating, still inside her dripping pussy. She propped herself up slightly, wiped her eyes and giggled. She looked into my eyes and smiled happily.
“I can feel your stuff inside me.” She blushed a little when she said this. I smiled at her.
“How did it feel, baby? Did it hurt too much? Is it weird having my sperm inside you?”
“No, I liked it. I loved it! It felt so good to have you inside me. It did hurt though, a lot, but it felt so good it didn’t matter. Feeling your stuff launch into me gave me shivers. It felt really cool! And I can feel your thing getting smaller. I just loved feeling you inside me, and feeling you shoot that stuff in me. I wanna feel that all the time!” She smiled then paused for a second “But mostly… I just loved the feeling of making love to you. Kissing you, being in your arms, feeling you thing inside me, my body pressed against yours, knowing that my thing made you feel that good and that you love me so much… I can’t explain it. I feel like my heart is flying, bursting with love like it’s going to explode!” She giggled again as silent tears began to stream once more. She covered her mouth for a moment, giggled, then removed her hand, bit her lower lip. “I love you so much, Kevin!” More tears flowed as she smiled. I couldn’t resist her, gently pulled her to me and kissed her deeply and passionately. She immediately sighed, closed her eyes and melted into me as she gladly received and returned my kiss. She ran her fingers up into my hair and took gentle fist fulls of it as she slithered her tongue into my mouth. After a minute, I ended the kiss, held her cheeks in my hands, softly wiped tears away with my thumbs and looked as deep into her beautiful ocean blue eyes as I could.
“I love you too, Liz. So fucking much. You will never know how much I love you.” She smiled and blushed then plunged back down to give me a quick kiss, then rested her head on my chest again and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath of contentment, and then let it out with a huge smile, her right hand resting just in front of her face on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and held her tighter. I glanced at the clock, it read just three minutes past midnight. I will always remember the date, Saturday, the 11th of August, 2012 as the day my beautiful, loving cousin offered and gave me her virginity out of love. Even though it was now after midnight, the actual deed started and took place primarily on Saturday. With those thoughts in my mind, I drifted off to sleep with her in my arms.
My eyes slowly opened, I blinked several times then looked around the room, then at the clock. It read 7:33. Lizzy still lay upon my chest, exactly how she fell asleep a little over seven hours ago. The feeling of waking up with her in my arms, both of us naked and bodies pressed together was probably better than anything else I’d ever experienced. I’m typically a morning person anyway; I always wake thinking something along the lines of “another day to enjoy!” but today was different. Today that feeling was multiplied exponentially. My love and care for her had always been great, and it had always made me feel warm and content, but this was beyond that. I looked down out her, her sleeping body resting on mine. She looked so peaceful, so at home and so content, even though she was asleep. She just looked as though she felt completely safe and secure, like this was the only place she wanted to be, right her in my arms. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I didn’t want too, but I decided to wake her. I kissed her head and gently and ever so slightly wiggled her. She stirred, and then settled again.
“Lizzy,” I whispered “Wake up, sweetie.” I lightly wiggled her again. I took her right hand that was resting on my chest in my left hand and held it and stroked the back of it softly with my thumb. She stirred again, this time she took a deep breath, let it out and sighed happily. She finally looked up at me, her hair a mess and sleep still heavy laden in her eyes, yet she smiled sweetly when she woke up to the sight of me. I smiled back at her.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I said, lovingly, and then I leaned in and kissed her softly. She sighed and leaned into me to meet the kiss briefly, before breaking it off.
“Good morning, handsome.” She replied then kissed me again.
“How’d you sleep, honey?” I asked.
“Better than I ever have. You are a wonderful bed and pillow.” She grinned, I laughed. Her grin faded and she became serious, and then lowered her voice almost to a whisper. “I want to fall asleep in your arms every night for the rest of my life. I want to wake up on top of, or beside you. I don’t ever want to be apart from you after last night. I never liked being away from you anyway.”
“I don’t either, kiddo. Last night was perfect, and thanks all thanks to you. Just as you want to fall asleep every night in my arms, I want to fall asleep every night with you in them.” She smiled and blushed and kissed me again.
“Come on, “I said “We should get washed up.”
She rolled off of me then slid off the bed and stood on the floor beside it. I sat up and stood, took her hand in mine as we walked down the hall to the bathroom. Once in, I plugged the drain and turned the warm water on, allowing the tub to fill. I poured some stuff in to make the bath bubble then walked away to let it continue to fill and bubble. Lizzy started to get in the tub and I stopped her.
“Hold on a sec, sweetheart. I’m gonna gently get your groin cleaned up real quick first.”
She stepped toward me as I grabbed a washcloth and soaked it up with warm soapy water. Once I had squeezed it out, I knelt in front of her to survey the damage. Dried blood, sperm and other liquids now crusted over her little mound. It had to be painful, or at least uncomfortable.
“Are you sore at all, babe?” I asked. She nodded. “How sore? Will it hurt if I touch it and clean you up?”
“It shouldn’t. As long as you’re gentle and don’t stick a finger or something up there, I should be fine. It’ll feel good to get all that stuff off.”
“I imagined it would. Okay, I’ll be extremely careful, and no, I won’t stick anything up there.”
I slowly and gently pressed the rag against her slit, no reaction. I pressed just a tiny bit harder and began wiping it softly. She tensed a little, but never made a sound. She definitely was tender, to say the least. I took extreme caution not to apply too much pressure. I made sure I covered everything, from the front of her pubic mound, the back near her entrance, reaching just to her butt crack. I cleaned the top of her inner thighs as well, and was satisfied.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much. Thank you.”
I smiled and stood, washed the cloth off, squeezed it out again then laid it across the edge of a dirty towel/cloth basket next to the tub. The tub, by the way, was well over half full. I stepped in and laid down in it as best I could. She climbed in after me and lay on top of me. I let the water continue to run for a little bit. We lay there, unmoving and unspeaking, just holding and loving. I reached out with my foot and turned off the water. The soapy bath water was perfect. It was warm enough to relax and cleanse us, yet not too hot as to burn us. The suds added an extra romantic, charming and cozy flare. I was grateful I added the suds.
After several minutes of lying there and cuddling, she finally looked at me, and then initiated another make out session. She pressed her lips to mine, held them there for a few seconds then opened her mouth and kissed me deeper. I returned the attention, matching her pace, which was slow and steady. Her tongue teased my lips, making think she’d slip it into my mouth, but then retreat. She did this several times, and every time she fooled me and giggled as she kissed me, until eventually she inserted her tongue into my mouth and sucked as she kissed. I slid my hands down her soft body and took an as cheek in each hand and squeezed them. She moaned heavily as I did this. She seemed to enjoy having her ass played with. My cock began to harden, and since our bodies were pressed together, she knew anytime it twitched. As it grew to its full mass, she began to press her pelvis against it. We made out for several minutes. She ended the kiss and struggled for breath. She reached down and took my dick in her hand and began stroking it under the water. I moaned.
“I want you again, Kevin” she said softly “I want you inside me again. I want to feel you; I want to feel your stuff shoot up inside me like it did last night.” I smiled and kissed her forehead.
“I would love to make love to you again, Liz, but your body needs to rest and heal. I don’t want to overdue it.”
“But… I mean, it’s sore, but it won’t her as much as it did last night. It will hurt, but I don’t care. I want it.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but I love you, and because I love you, I’m gonna say no. Don’t worry, sweetie, last night won’t be the last time, I promise. We’ll do it again eventually, just not today.” She nodded, obviously disappointed but didn’t push it or argue.
“Well, will you do what you did to me last night with your tongue and mouth?” She asked excitedly.
“You want me to lick your pussy until you cum again?” She nodded vigorously. “I’d love too, Lizzy. Anything for you, and anything to make you feel good. Besides, I liked eating you out; it was fun and you taste really fucking good.” She smiled hugely, obviously excited. “Why don’t you let me up, kiddo. I’ll drain the bath water then we can take turns scrubbing each other in the shower, then when we’re both clean, before we shut off the shower, I’ll lick your cute little pussy to an orgasm again. Okay?” She smiled and nodded then followed my instructions. She stood and pulled me to my feet. I unplugged the drain, allowing the water to recede. As it took it’s time doing that, I pinned Lizzy between the shower wall and myself and started kissing and gently nibbling on her neck. Her head and eyes rolled back as she wrapped her arms around my neck and head. One of my hands went to fondling her tits, the other I slipped between her thighs.
“Ohhhh…” She cooed as I pleasured her. I rubbed her clit for several minutes until the tub was finally completely drained. Once it had finished, I pulled away from my cousin and started the shower.
Once the shower started, we stepped underneath, embraced again and kissed for several minutes. I eventually broke the kiss, poured some body wash onto my hands, rubbed them together, and then began applying it to Lizzy’s body. I made sure to cover every inch, and every now and then, applied more body wash. I lathered it up nicely, smearing her sexy body in a coating of suds. I scrubbed her from head to toe, and then rinsed her off. I then took the shampoo and gently rubbed and mixed it into her hair, and did the same with conditioner after that. Once she was all clean, she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said “It’s your turn.” She treated me in like fashion, starting by thoroughly scrubbing my body, then shampooing and conditioning my hair. Once I too was squeaky clean, she pressed into me and kissed me once more. As we kissed, she reached down and positioned my cock between her thighs and began sliding her pussy along the shaft. I broke the kiss a few minutes later, positioned her at the back of the tub, away from the falling water, and lifted one of her legs to rest the foot on the edge of the tub. I knelt down in front of her, took her hips in my hands and pressed my mouth to her pussy.
“Mmmm…” She slid her hands and fingers into my hair and pressed her hips forward. I ran my tongue across her entire slit, starting at the back near her entrance and sliding all the way up to the front, brushing across her clit, which always sent a jolt through her body. Eventually I began to neglect the rest of her pussy and concentrated only on her clitoris. Doing this, I received verbal encouragement.
“Ohhh yeah, Kev. Right there. Oh yeah. Mmmm don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She had been repeatedly shoving her mound into my face already but as I focused on just her clit, she increased the speed and intensity at which she humped my mouth. I didn’t stop; I worked my tongue and mouth faster and with more longing. Every now and then I’d lap her clit into my mouth with my tongue, close my lips around it and suck gently on it. This always forced a loud moan out her lips. She was getting louder and her body was becoming more visibly anxious, she began to struggle for breath. I did all I could to make I continued to pleasure, knowing her orgasm was fast approaching. I only had to wait about two minutes, before her body shivered and gently trembled.
“Ah. AH!! Ohh! OH! Kevin! Fuck! Ah ah AH AHH AHHH!! MMMM!! MMMMMMMM!!” She pressed into me as hard as she could, her pussy lips pulsed in my mouth, her clit throbbed on my tongue and I could feel and taste the flow of her juices pouring into my mouth as her knees weakened and she nearly fell. She had to catch and brace herself up against me to keep from collapsing.
“Mmmmm! Mmm…” She took a deep breath and sighed, and I took that to mean her orgasm had now past. I pulled away from her mound and stood up. Her eyes were closed but she could sense my movements. Without ever opening her eyes, she wrapped her arms around my neck, smiled and pulled me into a kiss. When she ended it, she finally opened her eyes and peered into mine.
“Thank you, Kev Kev.” I smiled and kissed her forehead.
“You’re welcome, Liz Liz.” I turned and reached for the shower knob to turn it off, but she stopped me. She rotated us so that my back was now against the shower wall and her back was facing the shower head. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and started rubbing my dick.
“Not yet” she said “I want to do you first. I want to do for you like you did for me.”
“Liz you don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want to try it. I want to play with you and suck on you until you have an orgasm too.” I sighed heavily.
“I won’t stop you, babe, but I won’t make you either. Do you want to do. If you don’t like it or get tired of it and don’t want to finish, that’s completely okay, just let me know. If you do take me to an orgasm, I’ll be sure to let you know before I cum so you can pull out.” She looked confused.
“Why would I pull out?” She asked.
“Well… I mean… Because if you suck me to orgasm I’ll shoot in your mouth, so I’ll let you know before that happens so you don’t have to have it in your mouth.”
“But… I want you to shoot in my mouth. I came in yours, after all. And besides, last night, I felt you cock in my pussy, and I could feel your stuff shoot into me. I want to feel it shoot into my mouth, and I want to taste it.”
“But, kiddo I warn you, you probably won’t like it. Most girls don’t like it when guys come in their mouth. You could just get me close, then finish me with your hand then try just a little bit of it, rather than taking a whole load in your mouth the first time.”
“No” she said simply “I want you to cum in my mouth. If I don’t like it, I just want do it again. Now stop arguing and let me please you.” I sighed again, defeated.
“If you insist…” She replied by kneeling in front of me and stroking it in its entirety. Her little hand felt good as it slid effortlessly up and down my rod.
After a few seconds, she leaned in and licked it from bottom to the top of the tip then back down. She apparently decided that wasn’t bad, so she did it again, this time she took half the head in her mouth as she came to the top. She bobbed her head slightly on just the head, moistening it up with her saliva then ran her tongue back down the shaft. Her hand that had been stroking me went to gently fondling my balls. As her tongue traveled back up to the tip, she opened wide and took half my length in her mouth before closing her lips in around it and pulled up to the tip, then descended half way.
“Mmmph!” Was all I could muster. She lips slid up to the tip of my cock then back down. My dick, already soaked from the shower, was now being lubricated with slick, warm, slimy saliva from her mouth, as she continued to suck. She pulled her mouth completely from my penis and started stroking the upper half, while she liberally licked the lower half. She did this for about a minute before pulling away from it, stroked its entire length and looked up at me and smiled cutely.
“I like it. A lot. I don’t plan on stopping until you cum in my mouth.” And with that she sheathed my sword back into her moist mouth and this time, she slid down as far as she could without gagging, which was approximately three fourths of my dick. Once she reached her vertical limit she slid right back up to the very tip, closing her lips around it then plunged back down again. As she went down this time, she stayed down and simply sucked it as one would suck from a straw. This was a brand new experience for me, and it nearly flung me over the edge. It was wonderful.
“Ohhhh yeah, Lizzy! Oh that feels so good. Don’t stop.” She did as she was told and sucked harder. I kept getting closer with her mouth just sitting there, sucking me as though I was straw and she wanted that beverage in her mouth. Her hand still fondling my balls, she began to slightly resume bobbing her head up and down my cock as she continued sucking it. I crept closer and closer to an orgasm, until finally I hit that peak that sent me soaring to that place where there’s no turning back. A second later a harsh shiver shot up my spine and it was my turn for my knees to weaken. This time, my mouth was free to cry her name.
“OHHHHH, LIZZY!! That feels so fucking good, baby! Oh Lizzy! Oh! OH! Ohhhhhh!!” My cum shot into her mouth. Several strands of sperm launched from my tip and onto her tongue, and like a good trooper she kept trekking on, never parting her lips from my dick and never slowed her pace or lost momentum. My cock throbbed in her mouth as it had shot.
“Ohhhhhhhh… Baby…” She began to slow to a stop as my orgasm lessened and finally came to a halt. She slowly withdrew her mouth to the very tip, once again closing her lips in around it, then pulled it out with a loud pop. She swallowed once then looked up at me and smiled.
“Fuck baby that felt so good. Have you ever done that before?” She smile and shook her head.
“No.” She stood and pressed her body against me and took me in a deep kiss, the smell of my cum on her breath. I ended the kiss shortly, and looked into her eyes.
“Lizzy… Thank you. Soooo much. You have no idea how amazing that felt. If you didn’t like it though, you don’t have to do it ever again.” She grinned wickedly.
“I plan on doing that a lot more from now. I loved it. It didn’t taste good, but it wasn’t awful either. And even if it was, it’s still worth just knowing you loved it so much. It turns me on knowing I make you feel good and cum.” She took my lips in hers again, this time, we let this kiss last a long time.
Finally, we broke it off, I turned off the shower and we climbed out. I patted her down with a towel and allowed her to do the same to me.
The rest of the day was spent lazily cuddling nakedly in various places of the house. We sat together, cuddling in the recliner while we half paid attention to a movie. After that, we ate lunch in the kitchen, still completely nude. When we had finished, we went to my bed and lay down and just held each other and kissed and talked for hours. When I had arranged this weekend with her parents, I agreed to have her home no later than nine PM tonight. After hours together on the bed, we finally got up and got dressed, and I fixed us a relatively quick yet decent dinner. When we had finished that, we sat at the table talking for a while until we eventually got up and put it all away. She helped me do up the dishes real fast, wipe the table and counter tops, and swept the floor. By then it was 8 O’clock and we began packing up her things and loading them into the car. I only lived about a 30 minute drive to her house but I wanted to make sure I gave us plenty of time to have her there early. We carried the last few things to the car, I locked the apartment and before we hopped into the car, she threw her arms around my neck in a tight hug.
“Thank you so much for this weekend, Kev Kev. I wish it didn’t have to end. I want it to last forever.”
“You’re very welcome, sweetie. I love you so much. This weekend has been heaven with you here with me. I wish it didn’t have to end either. But don’t worry, kiddo! We’ll do it again sometime, okay?” She nodded enthusiastically then gave me one last deep, long, passionate kiss before we had to hit the road. This kiss was unlike all the others, while every kiss before it had been loving and meaningful, this was outdid them all by far. She sighed and moaned deeply as we kissed. We never wanted that kiss to end, but time was against us. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her and even more reluctantly, she let me. Our foreheads and noses pressed together one last time as we closed our eyes and smiled shyly. I gave her one last quick peck, then pulled away from her warm loving embrace and opened the car door for her and held it while she got in. Once in, I closed it and walked to the driver’s side, and we were off. I pulled up to her driveway with fifteen minutes to spare and shut off the car. We both sat in silence for a long minute, both of us staring off into space. Our ride here had been equally as silent. Saying goodbye, ending this weekend was the most painful thing either of us had ever done. Finally, I broke the silence.
“Baby, I’m sure you probably know this but, you can’t tell anyone of the things we did together last night and today. You know that right.” She nodded slowly and sadly.
“Cousins aren’t supposed to love each other like and as much as I love you…” she said softly. The tone in her voice shattered my heart to a bazillion pieces.
“The way we love each other.” I corrected her. She smiled slightly.
“You’d get in huge trouble, wouldn’t you? If people found out?”
I hesitated. “Yes.”
“Even though I wanted it and even started it?”
“Yes.” I said again.
“That’s not fair…”
“It doesn’t matter” I assured her “All that matters is you love me, and I love you. As long as no one finds out, we’ll be okay. Nothing bad will happen.” She finally looked at me then.
“Promise.” I shot her an encouraging smile. She grinned and threw her arms around me; I returned the complicated in-car side hug. “Come on, cutie” I said “Best get you and your luggage inside.” I opened the car door and climbed out.