I’ve had the hots for my first cousin Jacqueline for a
fair number of years now, at least since junior high
school when I was a horny bastard and had the hots for
anything female that was halfway cute. Being the average
horny female, she felt pretty much the same way about
things male, but we never did anything much more than a
little touchy-feely on a dare at a party, and once, when
we were completely stoned, we masturbated in front of
each other.
Jaq was cute then, and she’s cuter now, to say nothing
of having a much more interesting body. Back than, she
was your average little dark-haired kid. Now, she’s a
fairly sexy woman. She’s just about my height, and has a
long mass of very dark hair. Her tits are average to
large, her ass in nice and curved, and she’s basically
very nicely put together, if a little overweight in
spots. We’re roughly the same age… she was born in
December, and I was born in the following February. We
look a lot alike, too. People can tell we’re related
right away, although they usually think we’re brother
and sister, rather than cousins.
Both of us work here in New York City, and we
occasionally meet for a drink or dinner or something.
Last summer, we met for dinner after work one Friday.
Both of us were dressed for work, which in my case was
jeans and a tee shirt, and in her case was a suit with a
skirt that cut off around mid-thigh, and a sheer, almost
translucent blouse. Since the weather was kind of warm,
she carried the jacket, so I at least got to enjoy the
sight of her tits jiggling around in her clothes.
We spent so much time at dinner that I missed the last
regular train out of Penn, so I went with her back to
her apartment to hang out, since the next train home
didn’t leave for two hours or so. When we got there, Jaq
pulled out a bottle of wine and a baggie and said, “I’ll
pour if you roll.”
“Shit… been a long time since we smoked together, but
I’ll see if I can remember how to.” I smiled a little at
her… we used to sneak off at family gatherings and get
stoned all the time when we were younger, and we still
party together during the annual “Cousins Day Summer
Bash” I throw out at my place on Long Island. Jaq had
gotten some seriously good weed this time. I could smell
the sweet scent of quality pot even before I opened the
baggie up.
“Can you grab the corkscrew? It’s in the cabinet next to
the stove.”
“This one?” I asked, bending down.
“Yeah…should be hanging on a little hook on the door.”
I opened the cabinet. It was full of general pantry sort
of stuff like cereal, rice, olive oil, vinegar, and,
most importantly, the desired corkscrew. I pulled it off
the hook and handed it to her.
“Thanks.” She began to open the wine. “You know, you
could at least shut the damn cabinet.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, getting back to rolling the
weed, “in a minute, in a minute. It’s not going
anywhere.” I made two nice, thick, tight ones and
grabbed a saucer out of the dish drain to use as an
ashtray. “Got a lighter?”
“Second drawer on the left.” Jacqueline poured out two
glasses of wine.
So we were sitting there, getting nicely buzzed on the
wine and the pot, and just chatting about life, the
universe and everything. The pot was every bit as good
as it had smelled and pretty damned potent. As is usual
when I party with a pretty girl, I got horny.
I was sneaking looks up her skirt, and trying (not very
successfully) to conceal a raging hard-on by holding my
hands directly over it. Of course, this led to pressure
on it, which led to more horniness. Jaq was also feeling
the effects, because she kept crossing and uncrossing
her legs, which kept her skirt creeping up her thigh,
which just made me even hornier, which made her hornier,
in a very positive feedback loop.
A break came when the phone rang. Jaq got up to answer
it, or, at any rate, she tried to get up. Instead, she
kind of slid to the floor. I went to help her up, which
left the bulge in my pants more or less staring her in
the face. As I lifted her to her feet, it pressed up
against her tits and ran slowly along her body. That was
the breaking point for me. As I drew her to her feet, I
kissed her and pressed my body forward, pushing my cock
into her thigh.
Jaq started kissing me back, and grinding back. Clearly,
it had been too much for her, too, and she was just as
ready as I was, blood relative or no. Her tongue snaked
out to join mine in a passionate kiss. She reached down
with her hands and began rubbing the bulge in my jeans.
She undid the button and pulled the zipper down, letting
her fingers slip inside my underwear to wrap around my
stiff prick. It was already oozing pre-cum, and her
finger motion wasn’t doing anything to stem the flow.
Her fingers gently stroked the shaft of my cock. Two
thoughts were colliding in my pot-and-booze-soaked
brain. One thought was on the order of “Fuck, but this
feels good!” and the other was “Shithead! She’s your
first cousin!” The feeling good soon won out, especially
when got my pants down and was able to fully start
jerking me off.
I lifted up her skirt and started to massage her ass as
well as I could. I like her ass. It’s a nice size, maybe
a little big, but smooth and well shaped. We sank back
down to the kitchen floor, our hands busily working on
each other’s crotches and our mouths locked together. By
this time, I had a finger snuck into her cunt, and she
was vigorously rubbing my cock. And then suddenly our
mouths were apart and Jaq was bending down to blow me.
I leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue
stroking up and down my rod. She licked the head
directly and then I felt her mouth wrapped around my
cock. She slowly bobbed her head up and down over my
rod, each time taking a good chunk of my cock into her
mouth. She worked her jaws, letting her lips and tongue
and palate put an marvelous alternating pressure on the
entire shaft. Her fingers tickled my balls and my
asshole lightly.
I grasped Jaq by the hair and began thrusting my cock
into her mouth, gently at first, but when she kept up on
my cock and asshole, I couldn’t really hold myself back.
I began actively trying to fuck her mouth with my cock.
She tried to pull back, although not very much, but I
grabbed her head and held it over my crotch.
I pushed deeply into her mouth, forcing my prick into
her until she had the entire length buried in her face.
I fucked more rapidly, until the cum that had been
building in my balls since we met for dinner shot out
into her mouth. I made one last thrust deep into her
mouth as spurt after spurt of hot cream blasted into
her.
Jaq choked and gagged a little, but managed to swallow
my load without losing it entirely. Finally, I relaxed
enough to withdraw my prick from her face. She kissed it
gently, and I opened my eyes to see her, her face
covered with sweat and her mouth rimmed with my semen
and her saliva. Her lips and tongue were gently licking
the cum from my cock.
She made her way back up to my mouth and we started
kissing again. It used to bother me kissing a woman
after she blew me, but I came to realize in college that
my cum couldn’t hurt me any worse than it hurt her.
After I tried eating my own after jerking off one day, I
realized the stuff had little or no taste, other than
being vaguely salty, and wasn’t too horrid, if not much
of a turn on.
I went back to playing with her cunt, which was still
kind of juicy. As I diddled with her clit, I gently lay
her on her back, sank down between her legs and pulled
her pantyhose and panties off of her. Then I sank my
face into her fur and began licking her cunt. I licked
roughly on her labia, letting my tongue slip into her
slit. I pursed my lips over her clit and sucked gently
on it. I began pushing my fingers up inside her twat.
Jaq sighed slightly, and wriggled around my fingers.
I started moving them more rapidly in and out of her.
Her pussy juices had soaked her muff, and dripped down
her ass onto the tile. My entire world was filled with
the scent and taste of my cousin’s pussy. I withdrew my
fingers from her snatch. She protested, but only for a
second, only until I began pushing my well-juiced index
finger up into her little, brown back door.
Jaq gasped slightly, but my clit-licking had her
spreading her legs wide, and the gentle motion I was
using clearly felt good. But it wasn’t really working
the way I desired.
By some miracle of coordination that I can’t quite
explain, mainly because I don’t remember it too clearly,
I managed to grab the olive oil from the cabinet and get
the cap off it. I only meant to use a little, just to
make it easier to get my finger up into her ass, but I
ended up basically soaking her entire crotch, to say
nothing of the floor, her ass and her suit (I ended up
buying her a new one to replace that one.)
Even though I had lubrication to spare at this point, I
made sure not to rush as I moved my finger deeper into
her asshole, until it was all the way in. Then, even
more slowly, I withdrew it and pushed it in again, all
the while keeping my mouth moving on her little bud. Jaq
shifted, trying to get this sensation (unfamiliar, I
later found out) down. But I simply added a second
finger, pushing the two up her asshole together. This
took a little work, but the oil made it easier. Finally,
I was able to get a steady rhythm going with the two
fingers slowly fucking her ass. Then I took my other
hand and resumed fingering her cunt.
Jaq held my head in place as I fucked both of her tight
holes with my hands and licked her clit. Her legs were
spread wide to allow me into her cunt and ass. She was
thrusting forward to meet my probing fingers, and her
breath was coming in short gasps. My cousin’s pussy was
tangy and salty, even through the taste of the oil. Her
thick, dark pubic hair tickled my face, and her juices
mingled with the oil, until her crotch, and my face and
hands were a sticky, slick mess.
I was beginning to speed up, when Jaq started cumming.
She gave a short, sharp scream and her body started
trembling. I felt her pussy and asshole pulsing, and the
volume of her pussy juice increased sharply. Her breath
was regular, just about every half second, and it mixed
with a low moan. Her body shook, and her legs and arms
went very rigid.
They weren’t the only thing. The whole thing of sucking
and being sucked by Jaq, who was not merely cute, but a
close relative, felt dirty and forbidden enough, even to
me, that I was already good and stiff. I was up and
ready for action again, even as Jaq was relaxing
slightly from her orgasm.
I moved up, ready to stick my cock into her obviously
willing pussy, but some minor vestige of rational
thought reminded me that I had no idea whether she was
on the Pill or a diaphragm or whatever, and the oil
would have eaten through a rubber in no time flat, and
that I for shit sure didn’t need to knock up my own
cousin.
On the other hand, there was oil all over the place, and
she had just managed to take two fingers fucking her
butthole, so why not my cock? It’s not like I’m
supremely well-hung or anything…just an average cock
on an average body. So I oiled up my dick and started
pushing it into her ass. To keep her interested, I
rubbed my thumb over her cunt and clit.
Jaq’s eyes opened in surprise when my cock invaded her
back door, but she soon closed them again as I
concentrated more on pleasuring her cunt. I pushed my
prick slowly in and out of her anus, letting it go just
a tiny bit deeper with each thrust. Lord, her ass was
tight, and if it hadn’t been for the blow job she gave
me, I never would have lasted until my cock was all the
way in.
Once my cock was all the way up her ass, I just held it
there and began seriously playing with her snatch again.
Jaq closed her eyes as I rubbed my thumb directly on her
well-oiled clit, letting my fingers slide over her pussy
lips. Jaq wriggled around me a little, slapping her ass
cheeks against my balls as she tried to get more of me
inside her. Since my cock couldn’t go any deeper into
her butt, I worked two fingers in and out of her cunt.
Jaq bit down on her lower lip and choked off a scream.
At that point, we were ready for more serious ass-
fucking. She lay on the floor under me, with her skirt
hiked up around her waist and her legs up in the air and
spread wide. I was shoving my cock deeply into her
asshole and playing with her pussy. Jaq had started
playing with her tits, in the process getting oil all
over her blouse, which turned it from translucent to
transparent (as well as ruining it… I ended up
replacing that too.). I was getting a little rougher on
her ass and pussy, slamming both holes with my fingers
and prick.
It was getting too much for me. Jaq’s asshole was just
too tight, and I just couldn’t fuck it any more without
shooting. I stopped concentrating on her cunt, just
letting the feel of my cousin’s ass on my prick carry me
past the point of no return. I pushed my cock into her
rectum as far as I could, then pulled almost all the way
out and gave one last thrust into her butt, feeling the
cum boil out of me into her backside.
There wasn’t nearly as much sperm shooting out into her
ass as I’d let fly into her mouth, but it still felt
like a good, solid load of cum, draining me physically.
I slumped sideways, totally relaxed and totally spend.
Jaq, however, began working on her cunt, going for that
extra orgasm that I hadn’t quite given her.
I watched as her hands pumped her pussy, rubbing over
her clit in a blur. Suddenly, she arched her back and
screamed, her entire body stiffening up. She stopped
moving, except for a visible pulsing in her pussy and
asshole. Her cream was pushed from her snatch, dripping
down to mingle with my cum oozing from her dilated anus.
The two of us drifted off to sleep, there on her kitchen
floor, half dressed and lying in a pool of cum and oil.
We woke up the next morning, stiff, sticky and
embarrassed as all hell. We weren’t quite sure how to
deal with this particular taboo topic, and the fact that
we were lying there letting it all (or most of it,
anyway) hang out didn’t make it easier. I, of course,
tried to put my usual good spin on things as we stripped
off our stained and sweaty clothes, pointing out that it
was spontaneous and good for both of us. Jaq was still
uncomfortable however, so I suggested a shower, the two
of us, to clear things up.
Jaq wasn’t real comfortable with that, either, so I let
her shower while I tried to clean up the mess we’d made
of the kitchen. I looked at our clothes in a pile in the
corner and tried to think things through myself. OK, so
we’d gotten stoned and gone at it. OK, so she was my
first cousin and we’d spent a large portion of the prior
evening eating each other and ass-fucking.
Part of me felt very dirty and very ashamed, and the
other part felt very much at peace and very satisfied.
And the thought of her body next to mine excited me. I
thought of her in the shower, where I could hear the
water running over her naked flesh. I imagined each
glorious square inch and my cock jerked up in response.
I idly stroked it, thinking of what Jaq and I had been
doing less than a dozen hours ago.
I looked down in the pile of clothes. Her tits had been
in that bra all night, and I never got a chance to suck
them or fuck them. Wow…that was a thought. To have Jaq
wrap her tits around my cock and stroke until I spurted
cum on them. Fuck, she was showering, and I was horny as
hell…I picked up her bra, wrapped the soft cloth
around my cock and began to stroke, all the while
thinking of my cousin’s body, and how her cunt had
tasted and how good and tight it felt to fuck her ass.
In my mind, I could hear her gasping for breath as the
orgasm hit her, and hear the little slurping sounds her
body made as my cock and fingers plunged into her. I
could smell her twat and the scent of a cum oozing from
her well-fucked ass. I felt her hands and mouth and
asshole around my cock. I took her panties and inhaled
deeply, letting her scent work its way deep into my
consciousness.
I stroked harder into her bra, feeling the pleasant
tension of an impending orgasm in the base of my cock. I
felt the smooth fabric as though it were her tits, and
they were stroking my prick. I thought of Jaq, my
cousin, and stroked until my orgasm couldn’t be denied.
The sperm pulsed out of my cock into Jaq’s bra, making a
thick, sticky mess in the cup. I looked at it, imagining
how it would drip from her nipples down her stomach,
before coming to rest on her bush. I shook myself out of
my reverie, cleaning my cock with her panties. I grabbed
the pile of clothes and headed for the hamper, and ran
smack into Jaq, who was standing in the door to the
kitchen, wearing a bathrobe and a quizzical look, a sort
of “why are you cumming in my underwear” look.
“You do it again, wouldn’t you?” she asked. She grabbed
a container of OJ out of the fridge and popped a pill
into her mouth, washing it down with a swig of juice.
“You bet your sweet ass I would,” I replied, “in 30
minutes or less.” That was birth control, no doubt about
it…the oblong pink package was familiar. At least I
knew now, if the opportunity ever arose.
She nodded, wiping the juice off the corner of her
mouth. “Yeah, I think I would too. I thought about it in
the shower and it was pretty fucking intense. So now
what?”
“Well, I don’t have any clean clothes here, so unless I
can fit in a pair of your jeans and a t-shirt, I hang
out and jump your bones while the laundry is going.”
Jaq snorted. “Get into the shower and clean up… then
we’ll see if I can find something that fits you.”
Rather than anything sexy, we ended up going to my place
out on Long Island to get me some real clothes (as
opposed to her shorts and a tee shirt), and thence out
to the beach. Jaq is also of that particular stripe…
so much so that she tends to dispose of a large portion
of her disposable income out on Fire Island every summer
weekend. I’m not that fancy… I’ll just head out to
Jones Beach or Robert Moses when I can catch the time.
So we spend the day on the beach with a bottle of wine
and some sandwiches and a radio and talked about the
night before. We were both still unsure about the
direction our relationship had taken. We were unsure of
whether to continue, or whether to stop or whatever. The
end result was noncommittal… kind of a wait and see. I
was more interested in the seeing part, since Jaq had
worn a fairly tiny two-piece suit, which left large
portions of her tits and ass exposed.
Truthfully, we both felt the tension. We both were
horny, and spreading lotion on each other didn’t help.
My erection was pretty obvious through my suit, and she
kept looking at it, and by the time we headed back to my
place after talking about sex all day and looking at
each other and feeling each other with the both of us
remembering the previous night, it was pretty much
inevitable.
We didn’t, however, just jump each other the minute we
walked through the door. For one thing, we were hungry
and a little buzzed, and we both were trying to keep
some sort of control. So instead, we hung out on the
deck in the back yard, and started the barbecue. We
cooked up some burgers and turned on the tunes, and just
watched the night fall.
Long about 9-ish, Jaq got sick of my taste in music
(loud, metallic sort of stuff) and switched the radio
over to her favorite “dance music” station and started
to dance around the deck. Watching her bounce around in
her bathing suit was definitely a cock-raising sight,
especially after a bit when she started being more
suggestive in her dance moves, moving her hands quickly
over her tits, or licking her lips. I sat there, kind of
dazed, with an enormous bulge in my bathing suit,
watching her.
Jaq wriggled and jiggled for a while, then hooked her
hands into the strap of her bathing suit top and undid
it. She held the top on in front of her, gyrating her
hips practically in my face, and turned slowly away from
me, letting the top drop away from her to the deck. She
turned again, this time with her hands keeping her tits
covered. She licked her lips sensuously and slowly drew
her hands away from the nipples, letting the fingers run
across her body and down to her waist. The tan lines
were fresh across her body, creating white triangles
over her nipples.
She twirled her hands down to her ass, grasping the
cheeks and massaging them. She turned around, letting
her hair fly and rubbing her butt. The thumbs hooked
into the bottom of her suit, and Jaq started pulling it
down. She sat in one of the lounges, then rolled onto
her back and lifted her legs up, pulling the suit off in
one smooth, fluid motion.
My cousin lay there on the chair, completely nude except
for a pair of beach sandals and some jewelry. She ran
her hands over her body, letting her fingers tickle her
nipples and her clit. She looked up at me and smiled,
“Your turn.”
As dancers go, I rate somewhere between very bad and
piss-poor. I tried my best to imitate her gyrating, but
my shirt got caught on my glasses, and my suit got
caught on my cock, and the both of us were laughing by
the time I was done. I sat on the edge of the chair next
to her, idly stroking her tits. She reached into my lap
and grasped my jutting cock, wrapping her agile fingers
around it and jerking gently. I bend down to kiss her
tits and ran my hand down to her snatch.
Jaq sighed as my tongue ran over her nipples. They were
large and well defined, sticking up like little brown
buds under my oral attention. I pulled one gently
between my lips, sucking on it, tasting the sweat and
salt and sun on it. I nursed on my cousin, all the while
fingering her sweet pussy. Jaq’s legs shifted and I took
advantage of the space to sink 2 fingers deep into her.
I rubbed over her clit with the palm of my hand.
Jaq released her grip on my cock and just lay back with
her eyes closed. I kissed my way slowly down from her
tits to her snatch and began giving her cunt the same
sort of attention I’d been giving her nipples. I forced
my tongue deep into her snatch, letting her tart juices
gather in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down,
fucking her with my tongue.
Then I settled back onto her clit and let my fingers
invade her sweet depths. Jaq gave a low moan as my
fingers pounded her snatch and my mouth worked double-
time on her little bud. I just kept licking and kissing
it, until she finally screamed. I felt her pussy quiver
around my fingers and lapped harder. She grabbed my head
and held it in place over her cunt. Her fingers grabbed
my hair, painfully, and then relaxed. I kissed my way
back up from her pussy to her tits, letting my tongue
roll gently over them.
Jaq lay there, spread on the chair, and smiled down at
me. “Are you ready?” I nodded, kneeling in front of her.
She grasped my cock and guided it towards her pussy. I
pushed forward, sinking my cock into her well-lubed
slit. There was practically no resistance as my prick
went into her, but the two of us sighed in the
consummation of our desires. Jaq pulled me down onto her
and kissed me passionately. Her tits pressed up against
my chest.
We settle down to some deep, slow fucking. I kept my
dick moving in and out of her snatch, she was rocking
her hips back and forth in opposition. Her legs were
grasping my waist, her arms were wrapped around me, and
our mouths were locked together.
Jaq’s cunt gripped my pounding rod. We started speeding
up, lost in the sea of pleasure we were swimming in. I
pushed harder into her snatch, and she spread herself
wide and rocked back and forth. We were both approaching
the final point of no return, when the chair, unused to
being pushed far beyond its design, creaked and
collapsed. The chair fell, and she fell, and I fell onto
her. After a collective “OOF!” we looked at each other.
“You okay?” I asked her as I rolled off her.
“Uh-huh” She nodded. “You?”
“Just fine,” I said, bending over to kiss her again. I
stroked her body, letting my fingers run down. I pulled
up on her side. Jaq finally caught on and rolled over,
leaving her ass up and exposed. I stroked it lightly,
bending down to run my tongue over the smooth flesh. I
slid one hand over and down her crack to her cunt. I
lifted up, so that she was on all fours. I knelt behind
her, guiding my cock back into her pussy.
And there we were. Jaq was on her knees, and my cock was
pounding into her cunt from behind. Her tits were
swinging below her, and she was sucking on her fingers.
I had my thumb stuck into her asshole, and I was moving
it around slowly.
Sweat poured off the two of us in the warm, humid night
air. I couldn’t take too much more of my cousin’s cunt.
I could feel the pressure building up in the base of my
cock, and every thrust into her raised the tension
level. I sped up, pushing my prick between her pussy
lips as hard and fast as I could. And then the boiling
point was reached.
My balls and ass tightened and I could feel the hot cum
spurting forth from the tip of my cock into her waiting
snatch. I kept pumping, unwilling to stop fucking her,
but my cock was shrinking despite my desire. Finally, I
withdrew from her cum-soaked slit and kissed the back of
her neck. Jacqueline, my cousin and my lover, smiled
back at me.