First Cousins are Kissing Cousins
Author’s Note:
This true story was written for Michael about his first cousin, Emma.
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Nearly every man has a sexy, shapely, and beautiful female cousin that he wishes he could take to bed. Nearly every woman has a tall, dark, and handsome, male cousin that she wishes she could sexually seduce. Yet, this story isn’t about male cousins. This story is about female cousins, a particular female cousin, named Emma.
Admit it, female cousins are women that many men have crushes on that are forbidden as much as they are incestuous. I dare write that nearly everyone has a first cousin story. Yet, isn’t just about anyone. This story is about Michael.
Michael loved his first cousin, Emma. Michael’s friends were crazy in love with his first cousin, Emma, too. Yet, unfortunately, as if they have an infectious disease, first cousins are off limits to other first cousins, and to Michael’s friends. Sadly, the only men allowed to have sex with Michael’s first cousins were strangers.
Even though they were blood related, nothing more than a pipe dream and total nonsense on his part, Michael dreamt of marrying his first cousin, Emma, one day. Yet, clearly, with her not feeling the same sexual way about him, she’d never agree to marry him. Besides, not wanting to ruin their close friendship, even though he had always wanted to kiss her, he controlled himself from doing so. In the way that he wanted to kiss her, French kiss her, she’d think him an incestuous pervert for trying to romantically kissing her.
Nonetheless, whenever alone with his bad self, he imagined touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes that a cousin should never touch and feel his cousin through her clothes while kissing her, French kissing her. Not wanting to embarrass himself and sexually pressure her, he never tried to kiss her. Even though he continued imagining and sexually fantasized doing so, never daring to sexually abuse her, he never touched her and felt her while imagining kissing her.
Yet, whenever he masturbated himself over imagining being with her romantically, which was daily, he imagined kissing her. He couldn’t help himself from imagining kissing her. Not just kissing her, he imagined making out with her.
While imagining French kissing her, again, he imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her through her low-cut blouse and her short skirt. Again, not stopping with just making out with her and feeling her through her clothes, he imagined slowly removing her clothes while continuing to make out with her. One of his favorite masturbation fantasies to imagine, while stroking his cock faster to a bigger and harder erection, he loved imagining undressing his hot cousin while making out with her.
He imagined slowly unbuttoning and removing her blouse. He imagined unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her short skirt. Then, with her dressed in only her low-cut bra and sheer bikini panties, as if she was his very own lingerie model, he imagined staring at her bra clad breasts and her sheerly, revealing panties.
He imagined seeing all that he could see of the big impressions of her erect nipples through her bra. When imagining seeing the tops of her bulging and jiggling breasts in her low-cut bra made him want to see her topless. Michael would love to see Emma’s big, naked tits.
Taking her all in, he imagined all that he could see of her pussy through her sheer, white, bikini panties. With her as sexy as she was shapely, and with him seeing her in her imagined, white, bikini panties, a sight to behold, he imagined staring at her pussy mound. He imagined staring at her camel toe. He imagined staring at her pussy slit and her patch of trimmed, black, pubic hair that showed through her panties.
Whenever he imagined seeing her in her sheer, white panties, that made him want to see her naked pussy. That made him want to cup her naked pussy in the palm of his horny hand. That made him want to part her pussy lips with his long, stiff fingers and rub her clit while finger fucking her pussy. As much as he’d love to see his cousin’s naked pussy, he’d love to masturbate his cousin. He’d love to make love to her before fucking her hard and fast.
Once he memorized the imagined vision of her standing before him in her sexy lingerie, while imagining making out with her, he imagined reaching around her to unhook her three clasp, sexy brasserie. While holding her bra cups in place, increasing the sexual suspension, he imagined removing her bra straps from her shapely shoulders. While kissing her shoulders and the tops off her exposed breasts, he imagined ever so slowly sliding her bra straps down her arms. Then, taking a big, deep breath, and holding it, he imagined removing her low-cut brasserie.
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‘Wow! Oh, my God. There they are, her big tits. I’m seeing Emma’s naked breasts,’ he imagined thinking. ‘I can’t believe that I’m seeing her naked breasts,’ he thought while masturbating himself.
As if he was having a sexual fantasy, which he was, he imagined seeing her big, naked breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her pink, erect nipples. He imagined staring at her big and shapely, naked breasts as if he had never seen naked breasts before. With her not slapping his hand away, he imagined himself reaching out his horny hands to touch her naked breasts, feel her naked breasts, and fondle her naked breasts while leaning forward to finger her erect nipples before sucking her nipples.
Not stopping with just seeing her topless, he imagined sticking his thumb in the waistband of her panties and slowly sliding them down before sexily removing them. He imagined staring at her black, trimmed, naked, pubic hair. Then, wanting to see all of her, slowly turning her around as if she was a mannequin in a department store, he imagined staring at her round and firm naked ass.
In the way that he had imagined touching and feeling her naked breasts, he imagined touching, feeling, and squeezing her shapely, naked ass. Turning her back around again, unable to get enough of seeing all that he shouldn’t see of her, he stared at his cousin’s naked breasts and her naked pussy again. Even though he was a breast man, he loved his cousin’s imagined, naked ass and her long, shapely legs. When imagining seeing his cousin naked, he was now a confirmed breast man, an ass man, and a leg man.
A sexual fantasy that he yearned to come true, he imagined reaching out his horny hand to cup her black, trimmed pussy. Imagining this again while masturbating himself, he imagined parting her pussy lips with his finger and rubbing her clit. He imagined deeply finger fucking his cousin with his long, stiff fingers. He imagined sexually arousing his cousin. He imagined giving Emma a sexual orgasm by masturbating her with his fingers.
‘Michael. Oh, my God, Michael. Rub my clit faster. Rub my clit harder. Finger fuck my pussy deeper. I’m cumming, Michael. I’m cumming,’ he imagined her saying while he stroked his cock faster and harder.
He imagined masturbating her while fondling her big, naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. Something that he had always wanted to do, had imagined doing, and masturbated over doing, he imagined giving her a sexual orgasm with his fingers. He imagined eating her and giving her a second, sexual orgasm with his tongue and fingers.
‘Michael. Michael. Oh, my God, Michael. Don’t stop rubbing me. Don’t stop fingering me. Don’t stop licking me. Please, don’t stop eating me. You’re going to make me cum, again. You’re going to make me cum, Michael,’ he imagined her saying. ‘I’m cumming. Michael, I’m cumming.’
Nothing more than his reoccurring, sexual fantasy, a favorite erotic dream of his, Michael imagined slowly and seductively stripping his cousin, Emma, naked, totally naked. He loved imagining seeing her without her clothes.
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Not stopping there, once she was naked, he imagined moving her to her bed. He imagined falling back with her, and touching, feeling, and fondling her naked breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. He imagined making out with her while touching her and feeling her naked body everywhere that a cousin should never touch and feel his cousin. Needing to make love to her with his mouth and his fingers, he imagined moving between her long and shapely thighs to finger her pussy while licking her pussy again.
Yet, again, he imagined masturbating his cousin while licking his cousin. He imagined giving her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and with his tongue. He imagined her closing her big, brown eyes, arching her shapely back, and stiffening her long, shapely legs. He imagined her cumming and falling back in the softness of her bed to enjoy the afterglow of sex.
Finally, once she finished enjoying the afterglow of sex, he imagined mounting her, he imagined her willingly and consensually reaching her soft, warm hand down to insert his big, hard cock inside of her warm, wet pussy. With gentle humps and while kissing her, he imagined making love to his cousin. He imagined French kissing her while humping her.
Then, humping her faster and humping her harder, he imagined fucking her. He imagined Emma returning his fast and hard humps with her fast and hard humps. His sexual fantasy that he wished would come true, Michael imagined fucking his cousin, Emma.
Not stopping with giving her just one sexual orgasm, Michael imagined giving his cousin a multitude of orgasmic pleasure. After giving her a sexual orgasm with his fingers by masturbating her, he imagined giving her a sexual orgasm with his tongue by eating her. As if it was real, he imagined licking and fingering his cousin’s warm, wet pussy. Finally, he imagined giving her a third, sexual orgasm with his cock by fucking her fast enough and hard enough for her to cum again.
‘Michael! Michael! Oh, my God, Michael,’ he imagined her saying. ‘Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. I’m cumming, Michael. I’m cumming.’
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Sexually fantasizing about his cousin enough that he hoped his sexual fantasy would come true, he had the same sexual fantasy every day while masturbating himself over imagining having sex with his hot cousin. From the time that he turned 18-years-old and for as long back as he could remember, Michael loved his cousin, Emma. Every time he saw her his pulse raced and his heart skipped a beat. There was something about her that made him sexually lust over her with forbidden, erotic desire. Unable to remove his eyes from her, he couldn’t stop staring at her.
A very beautiful woman, she was tall, 5’8″ tall with lush, blue-black hair and dark brown, beautiful, hypnotic eyes. With her having big, D cup breasts, she was as sexy as she was shapely. She had an incredible ass from swimming, jogging, riding her bike, and walking. In addition to having shapely legs, she had shapely arms and shoulders from lifting her dumbbells.
Her breasts were so big and her blouse was so tight that the button by her big, white brassiere was always pushed open enough that he could see the side of her lacy, low-cut bra cup. Sometimes, that was the button that became unbuttoned and he could see even more of her bra. A voyeur as much as he hoped that his cousin was an exhibitionist, giving him more to masturbate over, he loved seeing the side of his cousin’s big, bra cup.
Then, when she squatted down in front of him to pat his dog, Buster, she gave him an upskirt peak of her white panties. He loved seeing Emma’s white panties. He loved seeing his cousin’s panty clad pussy. Then, as soon as she leaned forward to rub buster’s head, she gave him a down blouse view of her long, line of sexy cleavage, the tops of her big breasts, and a view of her low-cut bra.
‘I love it when Emma greets Buster. She always gives me something to see. She always shows me something of her beautiful body for me to masturbate over later,’ he thought.
When Michael wasn’t staring at Emma’s pretty face, he stared at her big tits. Sexually captivated by her big breasts, especially when she was showing her long line of sexy cleavage of the side view of her bra cup, he loved big breasted women. Then, when she turned the other way, especially when she bent at the waist to pick up something, he stared at her shapely ass. Wishing that he could place his hands on either side of her hips and hump her ass, he loved Emma’s round, firm ass as much as he loved her big, shapely breasts.
When she bent at the waist like that, her short skirt rose high enough to nearly flashed him her panties. Tempted to do so, he wanted to lift the back of her skirt to her waist and hold it there. Wondering her reaction to him seeing the back of her white panties, she’d probably scream and turn while fluffing down her skirt before slapping him across his perverted face.
‘I’d love to tap that ass,’ he thought nonetheless. ‘I wish I could have sex with my hot cousin. I wish I could touch her and feel her everywhere while making out with her. Just once, I wish I could slowly undress her. Just once, I wish I could see her in her bra and panties. Just once, I wish I could remove her bra and see her topless. Just once, I wish I could remove her panties and strip her naked,’ he thought. ‘Just once, as if she was my girlfriend, my fiancée, my lover, or my wife, I wish I could see her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass.’
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Then, making it appear accidental, he thought of sexually molesting his cousin by deliberately exposing his naked, erect cock to her. Giving him plenty to masturbate over later, he’d love to expose his stiff prick to her. He’d love to see her reaction to her seeing his big, naked, erect dick. He’d love to show her his naked cock.
‘Would she look,’ he wondered? Would she stare,’ he wondered? Would she look away in disgust,’ he wondered? ‘Or, hoping beyond hope, would she reach out and touch it. Would she wrap her long, manicured fingers around his erect prick and slowly stroke him? Would she move to her knees, take him in her mouth, and suck him? Would she push him back on her bed and fuck him?’
Yet, he could never expose himself to his cousin. If he did have the audacity to expose himself to her, she’d never stare at his erect, naked cock. She’d never stroke him, suck him, and/or fuck him. She’d never have sex with him in the way that he had always imagined having sex with her. Instead, she’d be angry. Even if he made his exposure appear accidental, she’d think that he had deliberately exposed his naked prick to her.
‘Nevertheless,’ he thought. ‘I wish I could show her my erect, naked cock. I’d love for my cousin to see my naked prick. Giving me even more to masturbate over, I’d love to see her reaction to seeing my naked dick. Clearly, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I’d love for her to wrap her manicured fingers around my stiff prick. I’d love for her to slowly stroke me before stroking me faster and harder. At the very least, I’d love for Emma to masturbate me.
Yet, not sexually satisfied with her only stroking him, he wanted more than just a hand job. He wished that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He wished that she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.
‘I’d love for her to take me in her beautiful mouth and blow me. I’d love for my cousin to suck my hard cock. I’d love to cum in her mouth and all over her face while fondling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples,’ thought Michael. ‘I’d love to give Emma a cum bath.’
Alas and again, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he had always wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her, French kiss her. Yet, he never dared part her red, full lips with his tongue and romantically kiss his cousin. He never dared stick his tongue in her beautiful mouth, and French kiss her. Forbidden fruit and off-limits, she was his cousin, his blood related, first cousin. How dare he want to have sex with his cousin? What’s wrong with him to want to have sex with his blood, related relative?
If ever he dared kiss to her, too much too soon, he’d ruin everything. No doubt, she’d turn her head away before he even dared touch her lips with his lips. God, forbid he felt her breasts or squeezed her ass through her clothes, she’d slap his face and push him away. She’d be as offended as she’d be embarrassed. She’d never talk to him again. He’d not only lose his cousin but also, he’d lose his best friend.
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Yet, something undeniably true, with him having five aunts and five uncles on his mother’s side, even though he had twenty-four cousins, and a dozen more cousins on his father’s side, by far, she was his favorite cousin. No other woman even came close to how he romantically felt about his cousin, Emma. Sexually frustrating but true, the love of his life, he was in love with her. He was in love with his first cousin. He truly loved her. He truly sexually wanted her.
In the way that no one else did, she got him. With just a look, instead of having to explain everything to her, she understood his meaning. She laughed at all of his jokes. Talking about everything and laughing over nothing, more than just cousins, they were friends, best friends. Moreover, she lovingly adored him as much as he lovingly adored her.
They loved being together. They spent all of their free time together. Yet, instead of being her best friend, he wished they were kissing cousins. Something that she didn’t know, at the very least, he’d love to kiss his cousin. He’d love to romantically kiss her.
He’d love to make out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. He wished he could have sex with her, incestuous sex. He wished he could make love to her before fucking her. He’d love to fuck his cousin.
‘How hot would it be to make out with my cousin while feeling her everywhere through her clothes,’ he thought? ‘How hot would that be to slowly undress her and strip her naked? How hot would that be to make love to her? How hot would that be to fuck her?’
Seeing one another every day, a time before personal computers and emails, they talked on the phone for hours. Embarrassed and ashamed to admit how he truly felt about her, Michael shared everything with Emma except for the fact that he loved her. Yet, he loved her not in the way that a cousin loved his cousin. He loved her in the way that a man loved a woman.
Instead of referring to her and introducing her to his friends and acquaintances as his cousin, he’d rather refer to her and introduce her to his friends and acquaintances as his girlfriend, his steady girlfriend. No ands, buts, and/or maybes, the woman of his nightly reoccurring sexual fantasies and erotic dreams, she was the woman that he wanted to marry. She was the woman that he dreamed about every night, awakened thinking about every day, and masturbated over every night and every morning.
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“Emma, Emma, Emma,’ he said while slowing stroking his flaccid prick to a big and hard erection. “I love you, Emma. I wish I could show you my naked, erect prick.”
As he does every morning, Michael sexually thought about his cousin while masturbating himself.
“Emma, Emma, Emma,” he said while stroking him faster and harder. “I want you, Emma,” he said while imagining her naked and having forbidden, incestuous sex with her. “Emma, Emma, Emma,” he said while imagining her blowing him and cumming in her mouth after making love to her before fucking her.
When he wasn’t with his cousin, he masturbated over the thoughts of touching and feeling his cousin through her clothes. When he wasn’t imagining kissing her, he imagined having sex with her. He imagined what she’d look like in her bra and panties. He imagined what she’d look like in her short, sheer, and low-cut, sexy nightgowns. He imagined what she’d look like topless. He imagined what she looked like naked.
‘Oh, Emma, I’d love to see you in your bra and panties,’ thought Michael. ‘I’d love to see you topless. I’d love to see your big, naked tits. I’d love to see you naked. I’d love to see your black, trimmed pussy and your round, naked ass.’
Not stopping with him just imagining her naked, he imagined what she’d look like when leaning over him with her naked breasts hanging his face. He imagined reaching up to feel and fondle her naked breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples before leaning up to suck her erect nipples. He imagined what she looked like when he was on top of her making love to her before fucking her. He imagined what she looked like when she was on top of him and making love to him before fucking him.
Then, while imagining giving her a sexual orgasm, multiple sexual orgasms, he imagined what she looked like when having a sexual orgasm. He imagined what she looked like cumming. He imagined what she sounded like when cumming. He imagined her being as sexually attracted to him as much he was sexually attracted to her. He imagined her wanting to have forbidden sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her.
‘Michael. Oh, my God, Michael. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Michael. Don’t stop humping me. Don’t stop fucking me. I’m cumming, Michael. I’m cumming. Hump me faster. Hump me harder,’ he imagined her saying. ‘Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me. Fuck your cousin.’
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Yet, so sexually frustrating, she lived in his dreams as his secret lover and not in his reality as his imagined girlfriend. She came sexually alive in his masturbation fantasies as his perfect woman and his preferred, sexual partner. With her naked and willing to have consensual sex with him, she lived in his imagination but not in his real life. Alas, unfortunately and sadly, the closest that he hoped to get with his cousin was best friends and not lovers, never lovers.
As convoluted as it sounded, he always imagined marrying her. Unfortunately, a sexual relationship was as incestuous as it was forbidden. Instead of being romantically interested in her, hopelessly in love with his cousin, and breaking his heart, she dated other men.
With her so beautiful, so sexy, and so shapely, it didn’t take her long to find a steady man in her life. It didn’t take her boyfriend long to ask for her hand, for her to be engaged, and to be married. Invited to her wedding when he was 26-years-old and she was 24-years-old, all hope was lost of ever getting together with his cousin romantically.
Surprised when he met her husband, Michael looked a lot like him. They were both the same height, 6′ tall. They both had the same muscular build. They both had brown hair and hazel eyes. Instead of his first name being Michael, his first name was Mathew. They could have passed as brothers and many people at the wedding thought that they were brothers.
‘My cousin is married,’ thought Michael. ‘My imagined, sexual, relationship with her is over. She’ll never sexually think of me in the way that I’ve always sexually thought of her. I love you, Emma,’ he thought while imagining her naked and having forbidden sex with him for the last time.
“I love you, Emma,” he said while kissing her on her cheek and wishing her good luck and good bye at her wedding.
He didn’t care that they were cousins, first cousins. What did it matter? With him always sexually fantasizing over romantically having sex with her and being married to her, even after she was married to someone else, he continually wished he could have married her. Yet, they were first cousins and marriages between first cousins are illegal in 29 of the 50 states.
Fortunately, something that he didn’t know, with him living in Boston, the state of Massachusetts is one of the states that allowed first cousins to marry. If only he knew that before she married her husband, he would have proposed to her. Only, thinking that he was joking, she never would have taken him seriously. She never would have married him, her first cousin.
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Below is a list of famous people who married their first cousins. Charles Bulfinch, American architect, married Hannah Apthorp. Charles Darwin, evolutionary biologist, married Emma Wedgewood. Pierre S. Du Pont, American entrepreneur, married Alice Belin. Albert Einstein, physicist, married Elsa Lowenthal nee Einstein. Saddam Hussein, President of Iraq, married Sajida Talfah. Thomas Jefferson, our third United States president, married Martha Jefferson. Igor Stravinsky, Russian composer, married Katerina Nossenko. Marten Van Buren, our eighth president of the United States, married Hannah Hoes. Henry Winthrop, Governor of Massachusetts, married Elizabeth Fones.
Royals routinely marry their first cousins and/or distant cousins to keep their blood lines pure and, additionally, because they came from similar, social circles. King George 1V married Caroline of Brunswick. Queen Victoria married Prince Albert. Louis XV1 married Marie Antoinette, and Henry the V111 married Catherine of Aragon.
There are far too many distant cousins in the royal families marrying one another to mention, but here are a few of the more prominent ones. Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip are distant cousins. Even Prince Charles and Princess Diana were distant cousins, as well. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, Catherine Middleton and Prince William are distant cousins, also. The Duke and Duchess of Sussex, Meghan Markle and Prince Harry are distant cousins, too.
Then, there were men who married their first cousins because they were not right in the head. With him a drunk and addicted to drugs, Edgar Allen Poe married Virginia Clemm. With him lost in his stories of fantasy fiction, H. G. Wells married Isabel Mary Wells. Gunman and robber, Jesse James married Zerelda ‘Zee’ Mimms, his first cousin. Tell me that wasn’t a match made in Heaven.
Troubled, drunken, and drug addicted, Jerry Lee Lewis married Myra Gale Brown his first cousin when she was only 13-years-old. Murdering Mafia Boss, Carlo Gambino, married Catherine Castellano; another match made in Heaven. Crazy Rudy, Rudy Giuliani, married three times, married Regina Peruggi, his first cousin.
‘If marrying their first cousins was good for them, why wouldn’t marrying his first cousin be good for me,’ thought Michael? ‘I love my cousin. I truly love her. I’d love to marry my cousin. I wish I could have married, Emma,’ he thought.
Granted many of these marriages were a long time ago. A time before the automobile, the cross-country train, or the airplane. Men had a much smaller circle of women to choose from to marry.
No doubt, with them living sheltered lives by not traveling, the main reason why men and women married their first cousins was because they lived close by them and routinely visited them. Men and women fell in love with their first cousins because they were the only men and women that they routinely saw and entertained. Yet, even today, I dare write that many men and women would marry their first cousins if they legally could.
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After his cousin moved to California with her newly wedded husband, Michael put Emma on the back burner, especially after he was sexually involved with a woman who wasn’t related to him. Becoming more serious and even talking marriage, their sexual relationship quickly blossomed into a romantic one. Then, one day, out of the blue, something unexpected happened to change all of that.
After four, excruciatingly, long years of missing his cousin, he heard through his relatives’ grapevine that Emma had filed for divorce and would be moving back to Boston to live with her mother. Shocked as much as he was sexually excited, he couldn’t believe that his cousin was coming home. She would soon be free. He would finally see her again.
Hopefully, with her living close by and only a few streets away, at the very least, she’d be available to begin their close friendship again. With him forever hopeful, a long shot, perhaps, he could start a romantic relationship with her. Perhaps, with her married and divorced, and no longer a virgin, she’d even agree to marry him.
Suddenly, in a wave of passion, all of the romantic feelings for his cousin resurfaced and whatever romantic feelings he had for his present girlfriend faded, dissipated, and disappeared. Four, long years since he saw her at her wedding, he wondered what she looked like now. Maybe she got fat. Maybe she grew ugly and wasn’t as attractive as she used to be. Maybe, she was depressed because her marriage failed and wanted nothing to do with him, just another horny and perversely, perverted man in her life.
With him no longer thinking about her before, sexually fantasizing about her again now, and masturbating over her, he wondered if he would be as sexually attracted to her as he had always been sexually attracted to her. Moreover, now that she was divorced, doubting it, nonetheless, thinking about it, he wondered if she’d be sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. He wondered if she had been thinking of him in the way that he always thought of her. Something forbidden as it was incestuous, he wondered if she’d be available in beginning a romantic relationship with him.
Yet, realistically, he knew that she’d never be romantically interested in him. She was his cousin. She was his blood, related cousin. She’d never want to even kiss him on his lips, never mind have sex with him. Nothing more than a sick dream and a sexual fantasy, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter.
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With her mother, Marie, working at the local grocery market as a cashier, when he knew that Emma would be home alone, Michael invited himself to his aunt’s house. He needed to see his cousin. At the very least, he needed to see what she looked like now.
Now, that she was divorced, if only to continue their close friendship, he needed to reconnect with her. Again, with sex filling his horny brain, something that he seriously doubted, yet, something that he needed to know. Once again, while hoping that she was, he needed to know if she was as sexually attracted to him as much as he was sexually attracted to her.
Even if she was fat and ugly, he’d still love her. How could he not love her? Not only was she his favorite cousin, and with them having so very much in common, she was and always would be his best friend. With nothing changing about that, he loved her and would always love her.
A deep sadness that never left him, he missed her much more then he missed his dog, Buster, his lifelong, best friend, when he died. Reminding him of the deep depression that he felt, it was unjustly weird comparing his feelings for a woman to a dog. Yet, when losing Buster to death and then losing Emma to marriage in the same year was a sadness that he had never felt, had never gotten over, and one that was always there.
Of course, without a doubt, even if she was fat and ugly, he’d still want to have sex with her. She could always lose weight and wear extra makeup. Michael thought of a bumper sticker that he recently saw on a car.
‘I may be fat but you’re ugly, and I can always go on a diet and lose weight.’
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Thinking more about Emma, in the way that he was four, long years ago, he was consumed with the thoughts of her. Again, no matter, even if she was fat and ugly, he’d still want to touch and feel her through her clothes while kissing her. He’d still want to make out with her and French kiss her while slowly undressing her and stripping her naked.
He’d still want to have sex with her. He’d still want to make love to her. He’d still want to fuck her. He’d still want to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
Something so very perversely perverted, he’d still want to expose himself to her. He’d still want to show his naked cock to her. He’d still want her to see his erect, naked prick, and touch his erect naked prick. He’d still want her to slowly stroke him. He’d still want her to masturbate him while stroking him faster and harder.
Something that he had masturbated over dozens of times, he’d still want her to suck him. He’d still want to cum in her mouth and all over her beautiful face, in her lush, black hair, and across her big, naked breasts. He’d still want to give her a cum bath. He’d still want to marry her.
‘Maybe, if she had grown fat and ugly, perhaps, good for him, she’d be wicked horny. Maybe, if she had grown fat and ugly, the reason for her divorce, no man would want to sexually touch her,’ he thought. ‘Maybe, if she had grown fat and ugly, with her feeling sexually frustrated, she’d allow him to not only touch her, feel her, and undress her but also, she’d allow him to have sex with her. Who knows, with her lonely and sexually unsatisfied, perhaps, she’d agree to marry him?’
Yet, no matter what she looked like, he’d still want to have sex with her. No matter what she looked like, while flashing her his penis and somehow making his flash seem accidental, he’d still want to expose his naked prick to her. He’d still want her to see his erect cock. While hoping that she’d want to touch it, stroke it, suck it, and fuck it, he’d still want to her to see his big, naked dick. Definitely and without a doubt, he’d still want to have sex with her.
Again, definitely and without a shadow of a doubt, he’d still want her to stroke his cock. He’d still want her to move to her fat knees and blow him. He’d still want her to suck his prick while stroking his prick. He’d still want to hump her ugly mouth and fuck her ugly face. He’d still want to cum in her ugly mouth. He’d still want to give her fat body, her short stringy hair, and naked, sagging breasts, a cum bath.
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Elated at first but with his heart heavy with the imagined image of his fat and ugly cousin, Emma, Michael slowly climbed the three flights of stairs to his aunt’s, small apartment. Not knowing what to expect, and what she’d look like after four, long years, with butterflies in his stomach, a make-or-break moment, and a life changing situation, he took a big breath before knocking on her door. With his ear pressed against her door while listening, he heard her literally float down the hall floor to answer the door.
As if she was a ballet dancer, he heard her light footsteps quickly walking down the hall from the kitchen to answer the door. A good sign that she hadn’t gained weight, otherwise the wooden floor would be creaking. Hopefully, she was just ugly. He could deal with her being ugly by only having sex with her at night. With him never turning on a light, not even a night light, better than putting a double bag over her head, in case the first bag broke, that would work.
“Who is it,” she asked in the same sweet and sexy voice that he had sorely missed and had grown to love?
Breathlessly in suspended animation, he rested his forehead on her front door while hoping that she wasn’t fat and/or ugly. Able to still race his pulse, make his heart skip a beat, and take his breathe away, he hoped she was still beautiful. Giving him an instant erection, he hoped that she was still as sexy as she was shapely. He hoped beyond hope that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
“Emma,” he said softly as if calling to the two sirens in Homer’s epic poem the Odyssey.
With his mouth pressed against her wooden, front door, he kissed her door while imagining her naked and kissing her.
“It’s Michael,” he said breathlessly as if he was on top of her and making sweet love to her fat and ugly body.
A good sign that she was eager to see him as much as he was eager to see her, as if her apartment was on fire and she was fleeing to leave, he heard her quickly unchaining and unlocking her door.
“Michael,” she said with great enthusiasm. “Michael,” she said again as soon as she flung open her door. “Michael,” she said while tightly hugging him.
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A deep relief and a shocking surprise, she wasn’t fat nor ugly. Surprisingly, she was even more beautiful than he had remembered. Astonishing him and sexually exciting him, she erected her 5’8″ frame against his 6′ frame and looking deeply in his hazel eyes, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. The first time kissing him other than on his cheek, his cousin kissed him on his lips. He couldn’t believe that Emma kissed him on his lips.
‘Wow,’ he thought! ‘Emma kissed me on the lips. A first time for everything, I can’t believe she kissed me on the lips.’
Not allowing this sexual and romantic opportunity to pass him by, he put his arm around her slim waist, pulled her closer to him, and returned her kiss with his kiss. Then, surprising even himself, something that he had always wanted to do and continually masturbated himself over doing, he parted her lips with his tongue. He French kissed her. He French kissed his cousin, Emma.
No longer able to control himself, while she fondled his brown hair with her fingertips and looked deeply in his eyes, he moved his arm lower to cup her round, firm ass in the palm of his horny hand. Something that he had always wanted to do, he couldn’t believe that Emma allowed him to feel her shapely ass through her short skirt and panties.
With her seemingly encouraging him to do so, he reached his hand beneath the back of her short skirt and felt her shapely ass through her panties. Yet, again, with her not stopping him, with her not slapping his hand away while backing away from him, she allowed him to feel her shapely ass beneath her skirt and through her panties. She allowed him to touch, feel, and squeeze her firm ass.
Instead of stopping him from groping her ass through her clothes, she played with his hair in the way that he had always wanted to play with his cousin’s long, black, beautiful hair. Then, while still kissing her, French kissing her, again, something he had always yearned to do and masturbated over doing, he moved his horny hand to the front of her and felt her big, D cup, blouse, and bra clad breast. When, she didn’t stop him from feeling her breast through her blouse and bra, he felt her other breast through her blouse and her bra.
Then, yet, again, surprising him, not stopping him from feeling her big tits through her clothes, she moved her hand to the front of him and felt his growing erection through his pants. By her feeling his growing erection through his pants, she gave him permission to continue feeling her round ass and continue to feel her big tits. Surprisingly, with them both on the same sexual page, Michael couldn’t believe that Emma was sexually groping him in the way that he was sexually groping her.
They continued making out with one another. While he continued feeling her breasts and her ass through her clothes, she continued feeling his growing erection through his pants. Surprising him and sexually exciting him even more, she was as sexually aggressive with touching and feeling his erection through his clothes as he was sexually aggressive with touching and feeling her ass and breasts through her clothes.
She grabbed a whole handful of his erecting prick in the palm of her hand to rub him. She cupped his penis and his testicles through his pants in the way that he had always wanted to cup her pussy though her panties. Seemingly, she wanted to sexually touch and feel him as much as he wanted to sexually touch and feel her.
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“Get in here,” she said grabbing a handful of his shirt and nearly ripping it.
As if she was the man and he was the woman, forcefully, she pulled him inside. Pulling him forward, she closed, locked, and chained the front door behind him. Then, putting her arms around his neck again, she pulled him against her, and while staring in his hazel eyes with her brown eyes. She kissed him, again. He couldn’t believe that his cousin kissed him again.
Taking charge sexually, she pushed him against her front door. Kissing and kissing him while pressing her big breasts against his muscular chest, she continued making out with her cousin. Michael returned Emma’s wet kisses with his French kisses.
“I missed you, Michael. God, how I missed you,” said Emma while resting her head on his chest and hugging him. “I can’t tell you how much I missed you.”
She paused while laughing. Then, she looked up at him before uttering her sexual confession.
“I’m unembarrassed and unashamed to tell you that, even while I was on my honeymoon and having sex with my husband, I thought about you. I couldn’t believe that I was missing you and thinking of you while my husband was having sex with my naked body,” she said with a dirty laugh.
She looked up at him to see his reaction to what she had just confessed. When he showed no signs of judging her, she continued.
“With my husband lying next to me while sleeping, and even when he was on top of me making love to me, I used to dream about you having sex with me. I imagined and sexually fantasized of you making love to me and fucking me. Whenever giving my husband a blowjob, I thought about sucking your cock and you cumming in my mouth,” she said immodestly immoral.
She continued feeling his growing erection through his pants while he continued feeling her big breasts through her blouse and bra and feel her ass through her short skirt and panties. She looked him deeply in his hazel eyes with as much horniness and sexual passion as he looked at her brown eyes. Then, making sure that he heard what she said before, she said something that he thought he’d never hear and he thought that she’d never say.
“I hope you won’t think bad of me but whenever I was intimate with my husband, I used to imagine us having sex, incestuous and forbidden sex,” she said again. “Whenever I took a bath, I masturbated myself while thinking of us being sexually and intimately romantic,” she said with a little laugh. “I love you, Michael. I really love you, and I really missed you,” she said kissing him again and again.
With his cousin laying everything on the table, this was his chance to make his cousin his wife. This was the best opportunity that he ever had to make her his. Michael took a step back to look at his cousin.
“I love you, too, Emma. I’ve always loved you,” he said.
He paused while staring into her big, brown, beautiful eyes. Then, he walked closer to her while holding his breath. He was eager to see her reaction to what he was about to say. Then, he said what he wanted to say to her for years.
“Marry me, Emma,” he said while pausing to see her reaction to what he said.
She looked stunned and was speechless.
“Massachusetts is one of the 21 states where it’s legal for first cousins to marry,” he said while showing her that he had already research them getting married.
She stared at him wide-eyed with her mouth falling open.
“Marry you? Seriously? You want to marry me? You want me to marry you?”
At first, she looked at him as if he was crazy to ask her to marry him. Then, she looked at him with love.
“Yes, yes,” she said. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Of course, I’ll marry you, Michael. I love you.”
She took his hand in her hand and pulled him to her bedroom. As if it wasn’t enough that she agreed to marry him, she sexually surprised and romantically excited him by what she said next.
“Let’s have the honeymoon now,” she said. “I can’t wait to make love to you. I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”
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She sat with him on her bed.
“My longtime sexual fantasy, I want to make out with you while you touch and feel me everywhere through my clothes,” said Emma. “Then, I want you to slowly undress me. I want you to unbutton and remove my blouse. I want you to unbutton and unzip my short skirt. I want you to touch me and feel me through my bra and panties. Then, I want you to remove my bra and panties. I want you to strip me naked while touching and feeling my naked body everywhere,” she said.
As if reading his mind, many times, he had thought, imagined, sexually fantasized, and masturbated over doing all of those things to her for years. While never thinking that she would allow him to kiss her and touch and feel her through her clothes, he couldn’t believe that she wanted him to undress her. He couldn’t believe that she wanted him to strip her naked. He couldn’t believe that she wanted him to touch and feel her naked body everywhere. He couldn’t believe that she wanted to have forbidden, incestuous sex with him.
Michael made out with his cousin while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. Then, obediently obeying her, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse one slow button at a time. He looked to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button.
He continued unbuttoning her blouse until her blouse was completely unbuttoned. Then, he removed her blouse to stare at her bra clad breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage. She had such beautiful, big breasts, so round and so full. Something that he masturbated over doing many times, he felt her big tits through her bra. He reached his horny hand beneath her short skirt and cupped her pussy and felt her firm ass through her panties.
Then, when she stood, he unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt with shaking hands. She allowed her skirt to fall to her feet to reveal her white, bikini panties to him. As he did in his sexual fantasy of her, he did now. He stared at her in her big, white, low-cut bra and white, sheer, bikini panties.
Taking her all in, he stared at what he could see of her erect nipples through her sexy, low-cut brassiere. He stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. Then, he stared at her trimmed patch of black, pubic hair that showed through her sheer panties.
Finally, when she stood in front of him, he took a big breath and held it before sliding down her panties. As if he was imagining that she was, Emma was naked. As if he had sexually fantasized over doing so, he had stripped his cousin naked. For the first time, he was seeing her without her clothes.
She was as beautiful as she was sexy. She was as shapely as she was firm. Finally seeing her naked, she had a sensational body, the best body that he had ever seen, touched, and felt. He couldn’t wait to make love to her. He couldn’t wait to fuck her.
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“Your turn,” she said. “I want to undress you. I need to undress you. I need to see you naked. I need to see your naked, erect prick. I need to hold your cock in my hand to stroke you before taking you in my mouth to suck you and before taking you in my pussy to fuck you,” she said.
As if his clothes were on fire, she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Then, she pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. She kissed his naked chest while playing with his chest hair and fingering and sucking his nipples. Then, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles.
Giving her a hand, Michael kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his jeans. Then, he watched her reaction when she pulled down his briefs and his big prick sprang to life. Immediately, she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his erect cock and slowly stroked him while staring up at him. Then, while kissing him, French kissing him, she stroked him faster and harder to a bigger and harder erection.
“Make love to me, Michael,” she said pulling him on top of her. “Then, after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me as if you’re a sailor who’s been at sea too long,” she said with a dirty laugh. “I want you to fuck me fast and hard enough to give me another sexual orgasm with your cock.”
She smiled at him with lust and with love.
“Make love to your future bride. Fuck your future wife. Give your cousin multiple orgasms with your fingers, your tongue, and with your cock,” said Emma.
THE END