When we reached the house, our teeth were chattering, and we shivered uncontrollably. My hands didn’t work so well opening the back door.
Once inside, we huddled with arms around each other.
“I could use a nap,” Rachel said, sluggishly.
I shook her. “Stay awake. We need to warm up.”
She grinned, looking almost drunk. “Hot shower together?”
My brain was foggy, but I remembered something about that.
“I think we have to warm up slow. We’d better look it up.”
We searched on my phone. Shivering badly, Rachel read, “R-remove w-wet clothing. Apply dry w-warm items such as water b-ottles. Skin-on-skin rewarming is also safe, though m-m-may be awkward.”
We trudged to the third floor, stripped to our underwear, and dumped everything in the tub. After a moment of hesitation, we peeled off our underwear, too.
Arms clutched to our chests, we regarded each other. Rachel’s waxy pallor worried me.
She gave a loopy grin as she raked me from head to toe.
“Looking g-good, cousin,” she said, then shivered wildly.
We ran to get into her bed, pulling the comforter around us, and hugged each other’s clammy bodies close. We even covered our heads.
I could barely feel her against me. Rachel shivered violently. I was warmer, so spread my hands on her back until the skin warmed, then moved to warm another area. Finally, I warmed her smooth, firm ass.
We rubbed each other’s backs and legs. She smiled when I told her how it reminded me of the times we made blanket forts together.
When our fronts regained some feeling, I urged Rachel to turn her back to me. She turned, pulling one of my arms across her breasts and tucking the fingers in her armpit. I move my free hand to warm places on her arms, tummy, and thighs.
Our shivering slowly became less dramatic.
“I feel like an idiot,” she said.
“Don’t. It was my idea to see the bower. We’ll be okay, though.”
She pulled my hand from beneath her arm and kissed it.
As we warmed, our shivering stopped, and we poked our heads from under the muggy confines of the comforter.
Slowly, I became aware we were naked, and I was holding the girl of my dreams with my soft dick aligned in the crack of her ass. It responded, hardening against her.
Rachel nudged her ass back against me and wriggled.
“Hmm. I think you’re recovering.”
“Sorry,” I said. “You know how it is. Mind of their own, right?”
She wriggled again, slower.
“Hmm. Not completely all their own.”
She turned in my arms until we were facing each other, my arm under her neck. The gleam in her eyes overshadowed her little smile.
Rachel gazed at me with an odd expression, then to my lips, then back to my eyes as her face inched closer. Then, gently, she pressed her lips to mine.
All feeling of cold, all memory of ever being cold evaporated. My heart hammered as a dizzy flush of warmth spread through me.
She plucked my lips with hers, testing, tasting.
I hesitated, then responded, teasing her lips too. I curved a hand behind her neck to keep her close as we explored each other’s lips then mouths. In turn, Rachel stroked my head, then my chest.
Her body was hot and smooth against mine, a hint of the brackish river rising from her skin to mix with her own intoxicating feminine scent.
Without breaking our kiss, Rachel took my hand and guided it to her breast.
My heart kicked into overdrive as I caressed and massaged her, feeling the weight of her firm breast as her nipple hardened against my palm.
Rachel ran her hand down my back then stroked my ass before reaching between us to grasp my cock, now aching hard.
I was lost. All thoughts of what we should and shouldn’t be doing were burned away by overpowering need. Moving lower, I planted light kisses on her neck and nibbled her ear. She squirmed but offered her neck for more.
Rachel stroked my shaft and raked her nails up my balls as our passions grew. I caressed and kneaded her breasts before she pushed my hand between her legs where she was soft and ready. Rachel gasped as I ran fingers through her silky wet folds then brought my face to hers for more kisses.
We probed each other’s mouth with our tongues, no thoughts other than our excitement and hunger for each other. I wanted her. I had always wanted her, never dreaming this could happen for real. I loved everything about naughty, teasing, beautiful Rachel.
We pawed and kissed and soon I was laying half on top of her. Then with some urging, Rachel had me laying completely on her, her legs spread wide.
Our hips churned as we kissed and stroked each other, until just as nature had designed, the head of my cock lodged into her hot, slick opening.
We gasped and locked eyes. Rachel’s face was flushed, her lips parted and eyes heavy with lust. I must have looked the same.
She wet her lips then slid her hands to my ass as she spread her legs wider.
My cock popped past her opening. Rachel’s hands urged me harder as she rolled her hips, creating irresistible sensations all over the head of my dick.
I sank further into her. She was so warm, so velvety slick. Her passage gripped with a snug embrace yet somehow pulled me deeper and deeper. I had never felt such a blissful sensation as I stretched her open, my mind overcome by the incredible feeling of entering her welcoming body.
Of course, we couldn’t do this. It was ridiculous, forbidden, wrong in every way. We just weren’t thinking. Our bodies had just reacted naturally. Fine. We’d stop, I’d roll off her, we’d laugh at what almost happened and never, ever mention it again.
I just needed to feel her a little longer. I pulled back and pushed in a little more. Rachel’s satisfied groan made me withdraw and push once more, to experience the exquisite feeling of her opening to me again. She gasped and bucked and suddenly I was buried to the hilt inside her.
My heart hammered with excitement and wonder. When I focused on Rachel, her eyes were wide and sparkling.
She struggled to form words, then whispered, “You. feel. perfect.”
Rachel hooked her legs behind mine and bucked once, then twice, arms pulling me hard against her. I felt the urge to come signaling just as her mouth went wide as her head rolled to the side, her eyes lidded and distant.
“Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh… guuuh!”
A strangled gasp caught in her throat and then, impossibly, her passage began rhythmically contracting around my cock.
Realizing she was coming sent me right over the edge. Mindlessly, I jammed deep into her and helpless, released blast after blast into Rachel’s orgasming body.
My orgasm went on and on, so powerful it hurt. Whatever human awareness still functioned in my lust-filled brain reeled with horror and shame, but my animal self roared in triumph at inseminating my cousin.
I was still throbbing within her when Rachel opened her eyes. She looked dazed and overwhelmed as she struggled to calm her breathing.
From below came stomping feet and the slamming of the front door.
My mother called out. “Dylan? Are you up there? Come help unload the car.”
Panic doused our passions as if we had fallen in the stream again. We rolled apart and I ran to my room, scrambling to find dry clothes.