An adult stories – Love Around the World 15: Oviedo by UltimateSin,UltimateSin A/N – I visited Oviedo once during a European trip I took a few years back. An interesting little city, I only stopped there as it was a good place to break up the journey from Bilbao in the Basque region of the country to the Galician region of north-western Spain. There was enough to see in Oviedo to fill up a day of sightseeing, and if you are after a drink, you just have to try a sidra (cider). How the drink is poured is an event in itself.
I’ll admit that deciding on the category for this story was difficult. I’d just written a ‘Romance’ for Nepal and simply couldn’t get anything started regarding that category. I already have ideas for ‘Mature’ for later stories and didn’t want to write another one. Same with ‘Transgender’ in that I have plenty of ideas for the future. Didn’t want to write anything same-sex for this collection of stories. In the end, I figured my stories in this category are usually popular enough and an idea quickly formed in my head about how it might work.
Any sex scenes involved characters that are 18+.
Previous stories in this series:
Love Around the World – Andorra (Mature)
Love Around the World – Bangkok, Thailand (Interracial)
Love Around the World – Colombia (Transgender)
Love Around the World – Dresden, Germany (Romance)
Love Around the World – Estonia (Group Sex)
Love Around the World – France (Anal)
Love Around the World – Guangzhou, China (Interracial)
Love Around the World – Hungary (Incest)
Love Around the World – India (Interracial)
Love Around the World – Japan (Mature)
Love Around the World – København, Denmark (Transgender)
Love Around the World – London, England (Transgender)
Love Around the World – Montenegro (Mature)
Love Around the World – Nepal (Romance)
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Cousins on holiday finally admit their feelings for each other.
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Amy was my cousin. She was also my best friend. And she was also the woman I’d been in love with for as long as I could remember. My mother had a sister, my father was an only child. I was the first born of the new generation though Amy was born only a couple of months after I was. For as long as I can remember, we were two peas in a pod.
My mother and her mother seemed to go out of their way to ensure we were almost as close as siblings. My aunt lived only a couple of streets away, so we went to the same daycare before we were at the same schools, both primary and then high school.
When we were youngsters, we had a sleepover nearly every weekend. Yes, she was a girl, and I was a boy, but while she did have the typical girly interests, it’s fair to say she was a bit of a tomboy. Not from how she looked considering her gorgeous brunette hair and sparkling blue eyes, always looking a little bigger behind the frames of her glasses. She refused to wear contacts. When she was younger, her cheeks and nose had faint freckles that faded as she got older.
Things only changed when we hit puberty and our bodies started to change. Sleepovers might have continued but not in the same sort of atmosphere. Sleeping together as little kids is perfectly innocent, our parents ensuring we were tuckered out by around 8pm so we’d just go straight to sleep. Once you hit a certain age, with hormones no doubt raging, cousins or not, things might get out of hand, so Amy might sleep over, but she was confined to a spare room for an evening.
Didn’t stop her from occasionally sneaking into my bedroom to cuddle with me because we genuinely enjoyed just sleeping in the same bed.
Amy did end up being my first proper kiss. We were hanging out at my place after high school one afternoon like we did nearly every day. I’d go to hers sometimes or she’d come to mine. We were sitting back on the couch, studying for an upcoming test, when she turned to me and asked, “Mark, have you kissed a girl yet?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“You don’t really mention girlfriends or anything. I mean, I know we share some friends…”
“Not like you mention boyfriends.”
That made her laugh. “Have you seen the standard of boys at our school? Jeez, I’d rather be a lesbian than date any of them.” I immediately had thoughts that made her shove me. “Typical guy. I’m not a lesbian, Mark.”
“Modern age and all, Amy. I’d accept you no matter what.”
She fell silent for a couple of minutes though didn’t miss her chewing her bottom lip. “Mark… I want you to be my first kiss. You’re my best friend, my cousin, and I love you to bits.”
“I love you too, Amy.”
“I know,” she said softly, “That’s why I want you to be my first kiss. Is that weird or…”
“I wouldn’t exactly go telling everyone because some people are bound to not understand our relationship.”
Putting everything on the table, we turned to face each other, and we immediately started to giggle, not because it was awkward, but because we knew the theory. Putting it into practice is something else. Leaning into each other, the first meeting of lips just felt right. It took a few goes before we figured out certain things, and when I pulled her closer and the kiss increased in passion, I had a feeling she knew it was right at the same time.
That was our first kiss, and it wasn’t our last. We kept the fact we were kissing cousins private from our friends though I had a feeling our family had it figured out rather quickly. Whenever we were together, we couldn’t help being affectionate, and making out in my bedroom or hers was always fraught with risk.
We were eventually caught by her mother during our last year in high school. We’d arrived back and were in her bedroom, any idea of studying ended when we laid on her bed and started making out. Completely losing track of time, we only stopped when we heard a cleared throat, the pair of us slowly pulling away from each other, looking at the doorway where her mother was smiling at us.
“Come sit in the living room with me,” she stated, “You’re not in any trouble.”
I loved Auntie Caroline to bits. I loved Amy to bits and had always had the hots for my auntie. Hell, Caroline was a slightly younger version of my mother, and I’ll freely admit to having dirty thoughts about my auntie. I had a younger sister, but she was five years younger. Still a kid and I treated her like one.
Sitting next to Amy on the couch, I smiled when she took my hand. We couldn’t do things like holding hands at school and were always careful when out and about on a weekend as we simply didn’t want to be the subject of gossip.
“Kids,” she stated, still calling us that despite we were both seventeen and would be eighteen before Christmas, “Mark, I’ll start with you. Your mother isn’t oblivious to your feelings for each other. I’ve never been blind to how you are with Mark, Amy. But I’m going to be honest with you right now. While your mother and I accept the fact you have feelings, your being involved with each other is fraught with difficulties. Very few will understand the fact you want to be together…”
“Mum, we’re just kissing,” Amy stated.
“We’re aware of all the dangers. We’ve already talked about it. We’ll eventually find partners, but for the moment, we’re happy to just be with each other like this,” I stated.
“I know neither of you has dated anyone else though. The fact you two are so close is preventing you from meeting someone else.” She took a deep breath. “Look, neither your mother, Mark, nor me is going to stop you from doing anything together because we know if we were to do that, you’d just do it in secret, and it would cause a schism in the family. We don’t want that. We do want you to be careful, and we would prefer you to start dating other people if possible. The drama you’ll face by wanting to be together…”
“Okay, Mum,” Amy stated with a sigh, “Okay, Mark and I will talk about it.”
“I’m trying to treat you like the adults you nearly are by not ordering or demanding you do anything. I’m asking you to both think seriously about the consequences of what could possibly happen in the future.”
Getting together a couple of days later, we talked seriously about our relationship. Amy was crying within a matter of minutes as we agreed that perhaps it was better that we cooled things between us. What mattered most was the fact we would always be cousins and best friends. She hated the thought of me dating other girls. I certainly didn’t like the thought of her being with another guy. But my mother had sat us both down and echoed the thoughts of Aunt Caroline. Though they left the decision to us, and I honestly don’t think they would have stepped in, we also understood their concerns and fears.
For the rest of our last year at high school, we spent the same amount of time together though went out of our way to make sure we always had a few other friends. I’m sure that raised suspicions as to why considering we’d gone out of our way to be alone as often as possible before.
Graduating high school led to three years at university. For the first time, we attended different places, taking on board the advice we’d been given. I know we both left high school as virgins, agreeing that we would not discuss our sex lives with each other. To be honest, all that time spent with Amy had helped my self-confidence so hitting it off with girls I’d never met at university wasn’t too troublesome.
I would have preferred Amy as my first, but it wasn’t going to happen. I lost my virginity two weeks after starting university. I guess it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that the girl I ended up dating for a year shared numerous similarities to my cousin. The two rarely met so Christine, the girl I was dating, never had a reason to be concerned. The only reason we split up was that she met another guy during the summer break. At least she didn’t cheat on me, calling me up and admitting she felt that spark.
Spending the two next years playing the field was better. I didn’t have one-night stands and would only sleep with a girl if we were in an exclusive arrangement, but I knew none of the relationships would go anything beyond sharing a bed every so often. By the time I’d graduated, including Christine, I’d only been with five girls.
Amy rarely met any of the girls I was involved with, and I never met any guy she might have been with. As agreed, we never talked about our sex lives, and she never really asked about any of my relationships. She’d ask if I was dating anyone. I’d confirm if I was or not. She’d just move the conversation on after that.
All through the last couple of years at high school and then through university, there was a group of eight friends that discussed doing a backpacking trip of Europe. Amy and I were keen to do it, preferring to do something like that when we were young and before we’d started careers and met partners we might see as a lifelong companion. We’d both started working as soon as legally allowed. Mum and Aunt Caroline were aware of our plans, and as they were happy for us to go travelling, they told us to save every dollar we could so we could enjoy ourselves as long as possible.
Of the eight of us, four of them were only interested in going on a backpacking tour for a few months. The other four of us were interested in getting a visa for the United Kingdom that would allow us to work and reside for two years. That would allow us to make some money and travel extensively. Amy and I applied for a visa once we were certain of our plans, and two of our other friends doing the same.
Sitting down one evening with Amy, a map of Europe on the table and both of us with a pad and pen, we were writing down possible destinations and itineraries of travel. Aiming to leave at the age of twenty-two, might exclude the possibility of hiring a car as many companies wanted someone at least twenty-five. If we could hire a car, being so young would usually mean an extra surcharge.
“We’ll just get one of those rail passes,” Amy suggested, “That and bus travel. Keep it cheap and easy. Hostels?”
“Definitely hostels most of the time,” I replied, “If there’s eight of us, we could probably get a whole dorm to ourselves. Private rooms probably won’t be worth it.”
“Rather just get a room at a hotel if we were to get a private room.”
“So we’ve got the major destinations sorted but is there anywhere you’d like to go that’s a bit different?” I asked.
“Actually, there is. I really want to go to Bilbao.”
“Bilbao? That’s in Spain, right?”
The question made her laugh. “I’m glad you paid attention in geography class, Mark. Yes, north-east Bilbao. Basque country. And the reason I want to go there is the Guggenheim Museum. And the city is meant to be fantastic. It’s also a good base to do the Way of St. James pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela.”
“How do you know all this?”
“I’ve spent the past three years looking into anywhere and everywhere in Europe that might interest me.” She pulled up a map of Spain, particularly the northern part. “We can enter Bilbao from south-west France. Maybe we could stop in Bordeaux or Biarritz, depending on the weather. After Bilbao, we can catch a train or get a bus across the north, stopping along the way. If we wanted to tick off each province, then we could stop in the capital of Asturias, Oviedo.”
“Hey, I’ve heard of that place. Fernando Alonso was born there!”
That made her laugh. “At least you’ve heard of the place before. Anyway, we could stop in Oviedo for a couple of nights before continuing west. After Santiago, reckoned we’d head into Portugal before returning to Spain. Madrid then Barcelona before returning to France.”
“Nowhere further south?”
“Lots of travelling though if we have the time, I reckon Seville would be great. And maybe Granada to see the Alhambra and all the old Moorish ruins. Remember history class and the Reconquista?”
“Yeah, the Spanish eventually kicked the Muslims out of Spain.”
“Well, Granada was the last Moorish or Muslim city in Spain until they were finally beaten in 1492.”
“Ah, and that’s what led to the Inquisition. Yeah, I remember all that.”
“How nobody expected it…” she stated sarcastically, “Anyway, I reckon Spain would be a great place to spend around two or three weeks. I don’t think we should go there is the height of summer, particularly if we do end up in the south. It can get unbelievably hot.”
Planning everything and saving enough money had us working for over six months after graduating before the eight of us could agree on when we’d depart for Europe. Amy and me, Mike and Cindy, who were also together, would be heading to London in January. Our other friends, Brad, Steve, Rachel and Natalie, all of them single though we knew that might not always be the case, would head over for the European spring and occasionally join us. We knew Mike and Cindy wouldn’t spend all their time travelling with us anyway as we agreed that we’d meet up in certain cities to party on, otherwise we’d do our own thing.
Mum couldn’t stop crying as she hugged me tightly at the airport. When I moved my hand down to squeeze her bum, I felt her shudder as she kissed my cheek. “Naughty boy,” she whispered, “But thank you, baby.”
“Considering what you said about cousins,” I whispered into her ear.
“Now you’re being very naughty.” She paused and whispered, “And your Aunt Caroline?”
“Younger version of you, Mum. Wouldn’t say no either.”
I felt her sigh as she hugged me tighter. “Just be careful when it comes to Amy, sweetheart. We don’t want to see either of you hurt.”
“We’ll be sensible. Besides, might have to come home and steal you from my father.”
She leaned back and smiled. “You’re just a big tease but thank you for making me smile instead of crying all the time now that you’re actually leaving.”
“I’ll miss you, Mum.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
Aunt Caroline hugged me next, and she got a squeezed bum as well. That made her giggle as she hugged me tighter. “Look after my little girl for me, Mark,” she whispered, “I know how much you love her, as much as she loves you.”
“She’ll be safe with me. Won’t let her out of my sight.”
“Keep in touch but make sure you both have a wonderful time.”
“And when I come home, I’m stealing you along with Mum.”
That made her snort. “Please, like either of us stands a chance when compared to my daughter.”
“I’ll get her home safe and sound. I promise.”
We’d chosen one of the cheapest flight options available sticking with reputable airlines, so we did have two swaps and transfers before we arrived at London Heathrow. The four of us had organised to stay in the same hostel, choosing to stay in one of those temporarily before we left in early Spring for the first part of our European tour.
Thankfully the four of us ended up sharing the same dorm. It was a pair of bunk beds, but we had our own private bathroom. It was awkward in that Mike and Cindy were a couple and would obviously prefer somewhere they could share a bed. Having arrived in early January, we planned on leaving for Paris in early April, there was no doubt they were having sex, but I rarely heard them.
Living and working in London as a young Australian was a lot of fun. English women were something else entirely. The accent alone drew attention, but being young, relatively fit, a healthy tan and rather outgoing certainly helped attract attention. Nothing ever came of it though as Amy and I spent every day together, and it just didn’t feel right being out with her for an evening only to leave with someone else. And I certainly wouldn’t take anyone back to our shared room.
What I didn’t miss was the fact Amy would masturbate in the bunk bed below me. She’d normally wake up in the middle of the night and I knew the sounds of a woman enjoying a climax. She was trying to remain quiet, but the bunk bed shook enough to suggest she was really enjoying herself. And hearing her whimper and moan had me rock hard in my bed above her.
I never let on that I heard her, but she met my eyes more than once over breakfast and would start blushing. I did wonder if it wasn’t just that she was horny, but that it was an invitation for me to climb down the stairs and join in with her. It was tempting, but even though we were in Europe, I still wasn’t sure about changing our relationship in such a manner. The idea of having fun while in Europe appealed, but we’d end up returning to Australia and having to end it. I’m not sure I could handle doing that, and the thought of breaking her heart didn’t bear thinking about.
As I didn’t entertain the thought of being with another woman, and didn’t make a move on Amy, I had to find relief with my hand. At least I had a vivid imagination. Amy was a constant thought, but I won’t lie and admit my mother and Aunt Caroline were also fantasies.
Taking the Eurostar from London to Paris was the best option, boarding the train at Kings Cross St. Pancras and being delivered into Paris at Gare du Nord. We’d organised a hostel to stay in for eight of us as our friends would be flying into Paris to join us, with the idea that they’d head to London last, flying out of there but spending a few weeks with us before going home.
“I’m so excited,” Amy exclaimed as the train was leaving London, “Paris, Mark. Meant to be very romantic and all.”
“And yet you’re with me?”
She kissed my cheek, snuggling against me. “There’s no-one else I’d rather be doing all of this with. My best friend and partner in crime.”
“I’m guessing you have a list of places to see?”
“You know I like to be organised, Mark. We’ll spend one day taking in the sights of central Paris. And we need a day in Versailles. A third day is for anything we might have missed.”
After finding our hostel, checking in and dumping our bags, we wandered out into Paris itself, waiting for one of our friends to let us know they’d arrived so we could meet them. We were all eager for a drink and something to eat, eventually finding your typical French bistro. It was awkward as none of us could really speak any French, but the servers were surprisingly helpful and friendly. I’d heard Paris was full of, putting it bluntly, complete wankers.
Once our friends joined us after they’d landed and made it safely to our hostel, we spent the night living it up as it was the first time the eight of us had been together in a few months. We were all quite buzzed by the time we made it back to our hostel, and I guess Mike and Cindy forgot they had company as they were fucking within ten minutes of the light going out. They were doing their best to be quiet, but when Cindy whispered for his big cock, Amy couldn’t help bursting into giggles.
“Fuck it,” Natalie whispered, “Brad, I really need that big dick of yours right now. Get down and fill me up, honey.”
When Rachel suggested to Steve that she wanted the same thing, that left Amy and me alone in our beds. That was until I heard the stairs creak and a warm body against me. Snuggling against me, she whispered, “While they’re busy fucking, you can cuddle your cousin.”
“Just hurry and cum, you lot,” I stated, much to the amusement of the women being fucked. Good thing I’d read that such things could be rather common when travelling around. As long as I didn’t have to see it, I guess we were on holiday…
“No group sex,” Amy stated to my amusement.
Spooning against me, that’s when she felt my erection, my hand resting on her tummy as I felt her shuffle against me. She didn’t say anything though I felt her shudder as my fingers gently caressed her skin once my hand was under her tight t-shirt. “Goodnight, Mark,” she said softly.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
There were some embarrassed faces the next morning. The three girls could barely look me in the eye while even the guys looked a little shamefaced. “Look, we’d all had a bit to drink, and I guess we got carried away,” Mike finally said.
“I really didn’t care,” Amy replied, “Just don’t make it a habit.”
Paris was full of wonderful sights. Amy wasn’t shy in holding my hand the entire time as we visited all the hotspots though it’s fair to say that she absolutely loved the Louvre. We spent a couple of hours barely scratching the surface of what was available to see there. She was interested in going to the Moulin Rouge, disappointed to hear tickets usually sold out weeks in advance.
Versailles was magnificent and we thoroughly enjoyed our time there, Amy making sure she took a million photos like she’d done the previous day. For our third day, we relaxed as we took in a few of the sights that we’d missed on our first day before agreeing on where we’d go next.
“We’re heading to Blois because we can stop there for a night then go to Chateau de Chambord. From there, we’ll head to Bordeaux and then into Spain,” Amy explained to our friends. Mike and Cindy were joining us as far as Bilbao before they headed straight down to the south coast of Spain and across to Ibiza as they wanted to test the big clubs before we’d meet in Barcelona in a couple of weeks.
Going to Ibiza didn’t interest me at all as I wasn’t interested in the music, and Amy just didn’t enjoy the scene at all.
We only spent a day in Bordeaux before crossing the border into Bilbao where we planned on spending at least a couple of days. She absolutely loved Bilbao and in particular the Guggenheim. I’ll be honest, I don’t get art, particularly modern art. At least paintings can be viewed and even someone as thick as me can somewhat get the point. But all this modern art? No idea.
Not sure Amy got it either though she happily listened to the guide. I happily followed her around as she was smiling, gasping at the occasional exhibit, and to be honest, my heart was almost bursting at just seeing how happy she was in visiting one place I knew she’d had her heart set on for so long.
We’d booked a cheap twin hotel room in Bilbao, having stayed in a hostel in Bordeaux, sharing a room with a couple of other travellers there. Having our own room in Bilbao for the first time had us smiling nervously at each other. We were thousands of miles from home, none of our friends were around, and no-one knew who we were otherwise.
Though we’d saved plenty of money and saved nearly every pound we’d made in London while there, we were still travelling somewhat frugally. After getting ready for bed that night, having spent our first night in separate beds, I was lying back in the darkness when I heard the rustling of sheets before mine were lifted away, and a warm body was pressed against mine. And as I felt skin, I rolled onto my side, almost relieved that she was still wearing panties and a bra.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she whispered.
“Should have just booked a double…”
“Didn’t think about it at the time. I’ll change our room for Oviedo, so we get a double.”
“Can you handle this?”
“I don’t know.” When she hugged me tightly and I felt her starting to shake, I hadn’t meant to upset her. “We’re still so close, Mark, but for over three years it feels like something is missing…”
I knew what she meant. Before we’d been warned off by our parents, it felt like we were almost destined to be together for the rest of our lives. Hugging her to my body, she relaxed against me as my fingers caressed the soft skin of her back. Feeling her fall asleep against me, I kissed her forehead as she murmured something in her sleep.
Sleep for me didn’t arrive quickly as I was as hard as I’d ever been and there was that voice in my head almost shouting at me to finally tell her how I really felt about her. That we were in Europe, and it was perhaps the perfect time for us to be together. Waking in the morning, she must have been awake before me as I felt soft lips on mine, and opening my eyes to see her gorgeous blue eyes gazing at me. Running my fingers through her long hair, the smile broadened as she shuffled closer.
“Pamplona today,” she told me, “No running of the bulls or anything but it’s meant to be a fantastic city.”
“I’ve put my trust in your judgement regarding most of our trips.”
“You’re not bored?”
“I’d never be bored when I’m with you.”
That earned a kiss that lasted for a few seconds before she pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against mine. “We should get up and downstairs for breakfast. At least it’s part of the price for the room,” she suggested.
The easiest and cheapest way to get to Pamplona was by bus. Only took a couple of hours, dumping us just on the edge of the city centre. Amy wisely grabbed a map and, after taking my hand as always, led the way. She eventually handed me the map and asked me to direct us to all the main sights so she could take photos, and as usual, we ended up in numerous selfies with a famous landmark behind us. She’d started leaving a kiss on my cheek in more photos since arriving in Paris, and the first time I turned and kissed her as the photo was taken, I smiled at the colour in her cheeks.
Pamplona was probably completely nuts during the bull run festival (only learning afterwards it was called the San Fermin Festival) but was rather quiet when we were there. A few tourists were about but it was a lovely place to just wander the streets, and take in some beautiful sights. We stayed long enough to enjoy dinner though we’d learned in Bilbao that the best thing to do was find a bar, enjoy a drink or two and eat ‘pintxos’ – this was the Basque version of tapas. Not free but very cheap and filling once you’ve enjoyed a few.
Returning to Bilbao by the time it was dark, Amy wanted to enjoy a night out as people were out until all hours. We found ourselves in a bar until the early morning hours, chatting away between ourselves though once locals heard our accents, they were more than willing to try their English with us. It was that sort of night where we made friends for an evening, and we’d never see them again though they’d remain in the memory for the rest of our lives.
Returning to our bedroom, we both showered quickly before heading to bed, Amy not even feigning going to lie on her own bed as she lifted my sheets and slid into bed next to me. Spooning against me, I held her in my arms as she relaxed back against my chest.
“I miss this,” she whispered, “Even when we were kids, we’d always cuddle together. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, Mark.” She rolled over and surprised me by clutching me tightly as she seemed about ready to burst into tears. “It’s not fair,” she added.
“What’s not fair?”
“If you weren’t my cousin, we’d already be married. I know that much.”
Kissing her forehead, she positioned herself, so her head was under my chin. Given she was quite a few inches shorter than me when we were standing, it made sense for her to sleep like that. “I sometimes wonder what would have happened had we ignored what they said,” I whispered back.
“Do you think anyone would have understood?”
“Mike and Cindy, maybe. I mean, he’s my best friend of the same sex, and Cindy is yours.”
“She’s almost like a sister, we’re so close. Nothing like my relationship with you though.”
“You didn’t spend a couple of years making out with her?”
That made her head move back to meet my eyes. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Amy… I hate the thought of you kissing anyone else except me.” I didn’t mean it to sound so hard. I was just being honest. It made her cry, I immediately felt guilty, holding her tightly as I felt her arms holding me in return. “Sorry,” I said softly into her ear.
Things were a little quiet the next day though that was only because Amy kept smiling shyly in my direction. I guess what I’d said told her exactly how I felt about her without saying it in so many words. Our next stop of our journey was Oviedo, choosing to go by bus which was far quicker than a train. Arriving on the northern outskirts of the city around midday, we walked towards our hotel in the city centre as the weather was cool and pleasant.
Amy had booked a hotel in the city centre. It wasn’t cheap though with us paying half each, it was well within any sort of daily budget. After checking in and dumping our things on the double bed, smiling to myself as Amy told me that’s exactly what she was going to do, there was the usual visit to the tourist office to grab a map and some information. When it came to something to drink, we were told to visit a sidreria.
“A what?” I asked the pretty girl behind the counter.
“Ah, I’m guessing you wouldn’t know. You’ve had English cider before, yes?”
“Yeah,” I replied, “Enjoyed a few in London.”
“We call it sidra here. The sidra produced here is famous all over Spain. You must visit a sidreria and just watch how the drink is poured before you try it for the first time. To an outsider, it will probably look amusing, but there is what the English say method behind the madness.”
“I think we’ll definitely give it a look,” Amy said with a smile, thanking the lady for the help before we had a short wander around before returning to our room to get changed for the evening.
As we usually looked for something relatively cheap when it came to eating, in both Spain and France, we’d found we could do cheap and healthy, to a point. We generally avoided fast food where possible. Tapas was everywhere in Spain so we knew nibbling at that would always be a way of filling our bellies. But many places would also do set menus for both lunch and dinner for the price of perhaps only ten to fifteen Euros.
Finding a sidreria wasn’t particularly difficult as they seemed to be all around the centre of the city. Watching it being poured for the first time had Amy in fits of giggles as it was a very messy process, but when we took our first gulp of sidra, we understood the reason why it was poured like that, and we knew we were going to enjoy a lot of it during our brief stay.
We visited four to five establishments during the night before Amy suggested we should go back to our hotel. Holding my hand tightly, we enjoyed walking through the centre of the city, with more than enough light to guide us home safely. The girl behind the counter smiled at us as we walked by, riding the elevator up a few floors before walking through the door of our room.
“I’m going to shower,” she said, “Though you should go first. You’re quicker and I need to shave my legs.” She paused and leaned up to my ear. “And my pussy.”
“Okay, you didn’t drink as much as me…”
“Just explaining why I might be a while. My legs are not too bad. My pussy definitely needs attention.”
“Planning on wearing a bikini soon?”
“Once we hit a beach in France, I’m going topless. Can you handle seeing my tits, Mark?”
“I’m sure I won’t mind seeing those gorgeous breasts for the first time.”
That earned a kiss that certainly left me wanting a hell of a lot more as it was obvious that our relationship was changing since we’d arrived in Paris. We’d been kissing a lot more later, but this kiss was a real reminder of all those we’d shared long ago. Carefully sliding my tongue into her mouth earned a moan of approval, we fell on the bed with Amy underneath me. We only stopped long enough for my shirt to disappear while her blouse ended up unbuttoned to show off her nice black bra.
“Shower,” she whispered, gently pushing against my chest, “Go shower, Mark.”
Meeting my eyes, she bit her bottom lip, looking both seductive and adorable. With her legs spread and wearing only shorts, her sandals already off her feet, I gently pressed my hard cock against her groin, earning a whimper before I kissed her again. When her fingers dug into my back as the kiss picked up in passion rather quickly, it took all our willpower to finally break apart.
“Right… Shower… I’ll… um…”
Getting up, I closed and locked the door as I knew if Amy was to come in and perhaps join me, we’d end up doing something together that I knew we wouldn’t regret, at least at the moment. I thought about jerking off but resisted temptation. Amy hadn’t been shy in enjoying the fact I was always hard around her, pressing into her whenever she was snuggling against me.
Finishing my shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked out into our room, Amy down to just a bra and panties. Kissing my cheek as she walked by, I heard the lock click into place and the shower start up. One thing Amy cannot do is sing. It’s not quite like nails down a chalkboard, but even she would admit that holding a tune is just about something she cannot do.
Still had me smiling as her happiness was infectious, singing a series of love songs to herself. Lying back in just my towel, I was simply waiting for her to reappear. She took a while before the door opened as her wet hair hung down to her shoulders with her towel wrapped around her body to protect her modesty. Walking to the foot of the bed, she undid the towel and let it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body for the first time.
She stood around five-four. Her breasts were large for someone her height, I’d guess a C-cup though perhaps a D. Her tummy wasn’t toned but she was slim. Her pubic region and pussy were completely smooth as she said she’d do. Crawling up onto the bed, she reached up to undo my towel to expose my cock, hearing her gasp as she saw it for the first time in her life, and I was obviously nursing quite the erection.
“Mark… I’m a virgin…”
“You’re fucking what?” I exclaimed.
I didn’t mean to react like that. She started to cry though they seemed to be happy tears as I sat up and she moved to sit on my lap, kissing me with urgency for a few seconds before she leaned back just enough to caress my cheek. “I’m a virgin, Mark. I waited for this moment to be with you like this. Away from everyone. Our family. Our friends. Just me and you, finally alone.”
“But Amy…”
She put a finger to my lips. “Don’t say a word. I’m glad you’ve been with other girls because that means everything you’ve learned with them, you can use with me.” Then her lower lip started to tremble again. “I only wanted you, Mark. I never wanted anyone else. So many guys asked me out at university that I eventually just said I was gay. Of course, that led to girls asking me out, so I eventually just said I was asexual. No-one knows how to reply to that.”
“But I thought… I mean, Mum and your mother…”
“Mark, please believe me when I say I’m glad you went out and had fun. I was never jealous of the girls you were with because I knew, that even if it wasn’t serious, you’d still treat them as well as I knew you would. I didn’t want my first time with you to be with us both being virgins. No, I wanted you to know what you were doing.” She kissed me softly. “I really want you to make me cum,” she whispered.
“I love going down on a woman. Learned that rather quickly.”
“I’ve dreamed about you doing so many things with me, Mark. My body is yours. It always has been.” Then she broke down completely as she held my body tightly. “I love you so much, Mark,” she sobbed, “I’ve always loved you.”
I barely held my emotions in check. “Amy, my feelings for you never changed. I just thought…”
“Do you love me?”
“More than anyone.”
“Are you in love with me?”
“Always have been. I just buried all my feelings because of what we were told.”
“Do you want to make love with me?”
“Amy, I never wanted anyone else but you. But once our mothers warned us off, I just thought… I thought you’d done the same thing as me, gone out into the world and been with other guys. Or girls. Or whatever.”
“Nope. I’ve just spent all the time masturbating like crazy. I have a couple of dildos that got a good workout as well. The idea of being with any other man except you… I couldn’t do it.”
“Can I be honest about one thing? Any girl I was with was a reminder of you.”
That made her giggle. “I’m never going to hold it against you, Mark. You did what you thought was best for both of us. The fact is that I always knew us being away in Europe would be the time I would finally get you alone and I could give myself to you.” She started to cry again. “You’ve always had my heart, Mark. I want to be together when we get home. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Mum and your mother will support us. I know they will.”
When she leaned back and noticed my cheeks were wet from laying her heart out on the line, her soft thumbs wiped my cheeks dry. “I should have waited,” I whispered, “But I just didn’t know…”
“Mark, I’m going to put this very bluntly right now. I really want you to eat my pussy once I’m lying back on this bed. And given you’ve done it before, I can’t wait to feel your tongue and fingers working to make me orgasm. After that… I’m hoping I’ll feel this cock inside me for the first time. I’m on the pill so you don’t have to worry about children just yet. I want to suck your cock but I’m a little nervous about that. Tomorrow night, before we leave for Santiago, I’m hoping you might stick it in my butt.” I felt my eyebrows raise with that confession as she smiled again. “Might have tried with a dildo though I’d rather feel your cock inside my bum when you blast my inside.”
“You are a naughty little minx, aren’t you?”
“I want to do so much with you, Mark. I’ve done a lot of reading over the years.” Taking my hands in hers, she held them against her chest. “I want to get married when we get home,” she confessed, “I want to be your wife. If we need to leave Sydney to be together, so be it. I don’t care. Home is with you, Mark.”
“I wish you’d clued me in years ago.”
“Then you would have remained celibate and tonight would just be totally awkward. But because you have experience, I know you’re going to figure out my body and my pussy quickly and when you make me cum, my god, I know I’m going to be a complete mess. And that’s before you’ve stuck that big cock inside me.”
“Why now?” I had to ask.
“It’s taken me a few days to build up the courage. I was tempted in Bilbao, but knowing we had our own room here and a double bed… I don’t want to wait any longer. I want this trip to be the foundation of our relationship going forward.”
Making her squeal as I rolled her over onto her back, I kissed her softly as her fingers immediately rested on the back of my head. It was one hell of a kiss, putting all the feelings of love I had for her into it. When we finally broke apart, I’d left her rather breathless before she smiled.
“Now that was a kiss!” she exclaimed.
Her breasts were just begging for some attention next as I had my fingers running up and down her body, particularly her gorgeous legs which felt silky smooth though I ignored her pussy for now. She moaned softly as my lips wrapped around a nipple for the first time, and they must have been sensitive as I felt her shudder, her hips rising slightly as I suckled at one nipple and then the other.
“Yes, honey… I knew you’d love my tits…”
“They’re perfect like your entire body.”
Kissing down her body after she was almost begging me to taste her pussy, I kissed down to her bare pubic region and stopped to inhale her scent. I couldn’t help groaning as I knew I was going to absolutely love her taste, spreading her legs wider as I just had to look at it, glistening in the low light provided by the lamps to either side of our bed.
Avoiding her pussy as I kissed down each thigh all the way to her delicate little feet, she couldn’t stop giggling as I kissed back up until I pressed my nose against her, just above her pussy, and inhaled her scent.
“Fuck… I’ve dreamed about doing this, Amy…”
“Time for you to stop dreaming and start doing, honey.”
Slowly running my tongue up and down her slit a few times provoked just the reaction I wanted, and I fell in love with her taste from the first moment. It was obvious that she was as aroused as she might have ever been, whimpering more than once as I knew I was going to love figuring out what she liked. What I really wanted was to make her orgasm and for it to be a big one, so I didn’t delay too long in sliding a finger inside her.
“Oh honey… That’s just your finger… I can’t wait to feel something far bigger soon…”
Finding her special spot achieved the desired outcome as I felt her pussy squeezing my finger, she cried out as her hips lifted slightly, her back arched even more, and the climax tore through her body. Hearing her whimpering and begging for me to keep going, I moved my tongue to focus on her clit that was now easily prominent, figuring out how she liked that treated to ensure her next orgasm was even better.
“Oh fuck!” she cried out, “Oh god, honey… Please don’t stop… Please always do this…”
I only stopped long enough to gaze up into her blue eyes. “Your pussy belongs to me, Amy,” I said softly.
“Always yours, honey. I was always yours. Now make me cum again. Make me cum all night.” She sat up enough to push my head into her groin as she almost tried to rub her pussy into my mouth. “Virgin pussy for my cousin. My hot, sexy, handsome cousin. So naughty that you’re soon going to fuck your cousin, Mark.”
I shut her up by making her moan as I slid a second finger inside her, Amy collapsed back onto the bed, her hips starting to gyrate faster as she was desperate for me to make her cum again. I teased her this time, bringing her to the brink more than once until she was almost sobbing for me to help her climax again.
Not counting how many times I got her off, the only reason I eventually stopped was due to her quiet voice asking me to stop as she couldn’t handle any more. Lifting myself away from her pussy, I sat on my knees for a few seconds as I watched her suck in a series of deep breaths before I leaned down to kiss her.
Pressing my cock against her, she smiled though I could see the nerves in her eyes. “I won’t hurt you, sweetie,” I whispered.
“I know… Still a little intimidating. Your dick is bigger than my dildo. I made sure I bought a small one.”
“It’ll probably feel weird when I cum in you for the first time.”
“Mark, I was never going to ask you to wear something as I want you to cum in me all the time. I know you were careful, weren’t you?”
“Always wore a condom as I wanted to be safe.”
“And I’m a virgin so it’s perfect that you bareback me for the first time. I want to feel skin-on-skin every single time we’re together.”
“I probably won’t last long.”
“Don’t care. All that matters is that you’re going to be inside me for the first time and we’re going to make love. I… I just won’t really know what to do when you’re moving inside me.”
“You’ll figure it out, Amy.”
She gasped when the head of my cock slowly started to spread her wide, groaning as I couldn’t believe how hot and tight her pussy was. My cock had always been sheathed by a condom with any previous lover, and I immediately understood why so many men claimed there was a difference. Groaning as I slowly sank my cock inside Amy, feeling her hands on my back as she didn’t particularly move underneath me, I think we were almost holding our collective breaths until my entire length was inside her.
Blinking rapidly, I leaned down and kissed her as I started to move, knowing I was not going to last all that long as the sensations I could feel up my cock and through my body were none I’d experienced before. But it was when she seemed to just automatically start moving her hips that had us both smiling.
“That’s it, sweetie,” I whispered, kissing her cheek, “Move in time with my thrusts so I feel even deeper.”
“You’re inside me, Mark,” she moaned softly, “My god, you’re finally inside me.”
“We’re going to make love so much going forward now.”
“I’m going to want this big dick inside me constantly! Forget travelling, I just want this all the time!”
I didn’t last much longer as it wasn’t just the fact that I was inside a woman without a condom for the first time. That feeling alone was fantastic. It was the fact I was finally making love with the only woman I’d ever truly loved. When I felt her legs move and wrap around my hips, she groaned loudly before exclaiming I felt even deeper. I barely lasted another minute before I just had to bury my cock, grunting as the first spurt of cum erupted from my cock.
“Fuck,” I growled, “Fuck, Amy…”
“That’s it, honey,” she cooed, kissing my cheek, “Cum inside your girlfriend. Cum inside your cousin. Your naughty little cousin who craves her cousin’s big cock.”
“Totally getting off on it, aren’t you?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Almost makes me wish you were my sister to make it even kinkier.”
“Mark, if you were my brother, we’d have been fucking since we were both eighteen as we would have hidden our obvious love for each other much better.”
My cock barely went soft, and we resumed making love ten minutes later, Amy taking the time to slowly figure out what she could do with her body and in particular her legs while I was slowly thrusting into her. Given I’d cum once, I knew I’d last longer a second time. I loved all the noises she was making underneath me, and when she asked me to start moving faster, I could only oblige as her hips started to really move in unison.
“God yes!” she cried out, “Oh god, fuck me, honey. Fuck my tight little pussy.”
“You naughty girl,” I retorted, “Begging your cousin to fuck you.”
“So totally hot he’s inside me right now. We’re totally fucking all the time when we get home so we can start a family after we get married.”
“Totally legal in Australia.”
That made me stop as the smile that formed made my heart stop for a moment. “You looked into it too?” she asked softly.
“Of course. I always wondered what could possibly happen if we finally gave into temptation.”
I resumed moving as she wrapped her legs around me again and her fingers started to dig into my back. “Should have just started fucking years ago and damn the consequences,” she moaned.
I came inside her again, and we learned that she could orgasm with my cock inside her and when lying on her back. That was a relief as I knew many women couldn’t ever cum from regular penetrative sex, though all the girls I’ve been with could cum when riding my cock. It had something to do with my cock rubbing their special spot while they’d grind on my cock and rub their clit.
Amy did laugh to herself when my cum started to leak out of her. Considering I’d always worn a condom, that had never been a problem I’d had to worry about either. Amy didn’t really care, cuddling into me as she took a deep breath, feeling her squeeze me tightly. She gave me a little longer to recover though I was smiling when her hand wrapped around my cock.
“I’ve obviously got no experience with one of these,” she said, “I’d like to learn how to give a blowjob though.”
“Could always ask your mother when we get home,” I joked.
Thankfully, she must have known about a fantasy of mine as she kissed my cheek. “I bet you’d like a little mother-daughter action,” she breathed into my ear, “Both of us on our knees, ready to service your big cock.”
“Surprised you didn’t just freak out on me.”
“Considering my father is a complete dick, she could do with a nice young man to pleasure her. Not sure I could share you like that though considering I’ve finally got you to myself.”
“So you couldn’t share me with my mother too?”
That had her head lift up, a large grin on her face. “Mark, have you had fantasies about your mother?”
“Of course. Mum’s totally hot.”
Amy smiled as she laid back down to snuggle against me. “I’m sure there are millions of men out there who’d love to take their mother to bed. There’s a stereotype for a reason. Your mother is only in her early forties. Women are around their sexual peak at that age. I bet your father doesn’t satisfy her any longer and she could do with a virile young man who is hard all the time.”
“I teased her at the airport. Funny thing is, Mum gave me a look that suggested she liked the idea. I was only making a joke as we’d been casually flirting with each other for a while before I left. Mum liked it as I made her smile and feel good about herself.”
“You don’t really, do you?”
“No. I was only teasing Mum and your mother. Amy, my heart has always belonged to you.”
She was silent for a few seconds before I heard a sniff. “And mine was always yours,” she whispered.
Watching Amy riding my cock a little later was the stuff dreams are made of. She had the perfect body and I loved running my hands over every inch of it. When she enjoyed one hell of an orgasm, she barely kept herself together as she moaned so loudly, I’m sure half the hotel knew she’d just climaxed. She rode me through a couple more climaxes before I had her on her back again though spun her around onto her front and she figured out what I needed.
Glancing back once her arse was in the air, she smiled at me first. “Fuck me, honey,” she growled, “I think I can handle a good hard fuck now. My virgin pussy is totally ready for your big cock.”
We slept like logs once I’d cum one last time and practically collapsed onto the bed next to her. I think she snuggled into me as I woke up during the night, desperate for a piss, Amy curled against my chest as my arms were tight around her. She moaned unhappily when I let her go, quickly going to the toilet, and washing my hands before I was back in bed with my arms around her again.
Waking the next morning, Amy’s smile had me smiling as soon as I was wide awake, sharing a soft kiss before we cuddled for a little while, not needing to fill the silence with conversation. We could sit together for an hour and not share a word, simply happy to be in the company of the other. We finally roused ourselves as hunger needed to be sated, returning to the room to get changed before we headed out for a day of sightseeing.
We didn’t return to the room until the early evening to shower and change for a night out. Amy wanted something intimate and romantic for our first night out as an official couple. We knew people would find out eventually so agreed immediately that we wouldn’t hide the fact we were together from now on. People would either accept and be happy, or not accept it and they’d be cut out of our lives.
Though we did work on a budget, we had more than enough money to splurge on ourselves occasionally, whether it be a few nights in a really nice hotel, taking part in an activity that cost more than usual, or we’d treat ourselves to a really nice meal at a fancy restaurant.
After a three-course meal that left both of us feeling rather stuffed, we agreed to visit a sidreria or two as we wanted to enjoy another tipple. We didn’t drink as much as the night before, Amy wanting to return to our room nice and early as she wanted to make love.
“Sit on the bed,” she told me once the door was closed and locked, “Take off your clothes first.”
Sitting back naked, I knew what she wanted to do though had me smiling when she performed a little striptease for me first before straddling my lap in just her panties. “They’re totally fucking soaked, Mark,” she confessed, “Though I’ve had wet panties in your presence for as long as I can remember. You’ve always turned me on.”
“As much as I’m sure you’ve felt me poking you all the time.”
“I definitely felt it and I loved the feeling.”
Falling to her knees, Amy explained that she’d read everything she could about giving a blowjob, but when it came to actually doing it, she was a little worried that she’d mess up. Caressing her cheek earned another of those wonderful smiles, assuring her that just the fact she was willing to try meant the world to me. Letting her know I was probably going to cum regardless, she met my eyes and said the words every man likes to hear.
“Cum in my mouth and I’ll swallow.”
I nearly came on her face from the sheer excitement of the idea. What she didn’t have in technique just yet, the one word to describe Amy once my cock was in her mouth would be enthusiastic. In fact, I’d add the word desperate in that she was so eager to make me cum, her mouth and hand working in unison. I didn’t last too long before I was warning her, Amy squealing when I came in her mouth, hearing her gulp a couple of times before she did choke, only pulling back far enough that only the head of my cock was in her mouth.
I had to return the favour, so once she was happy with what she’d done for me, I helped her up and laid her back on the bed, spread her legs nice and wide, licking my lips at the pretty little pussy on display, glistening with her own excitement, before I lowered my mouth and just devoured her.
When we did eventually make love, she was so exhausted that she whimpered into my ear that she just wanted to feel me cum inside her one time before needing to go to sleep. I obliged her willingly, filling her up before I pulled out and we cuddled for a little while before going to sleep.
Packing up the next day, Amy stopped for a moment and looked at me. “Our lives changed here, Mark,” she stated, “Who would have thought that it would be in Oviedo of all places that we’d finally admit our love and make love for the first time.”
“Totally worth it,” I stated, gently pulling her into my chest as she wrapped her arms around me, “I think we might have to come back here in a year’s time for our anniversary.”
“I love that idea… You’ll remember the date?”
“I remember all the important dates for us, Amy. The first time we kissed, for example.”
She glanced away though I knew she was blushing. “I remember that too,” she said softly.
For the next couple of weeks, we mixed travelling, sightseeing and lovemaking. She loved Santiago de Compostela, we absolutely adored Portugal though we only had brief stops in Porto and Lisbon before returning to Spain. We did travel down to Seville and Granada before returning north to Madrid and then our final stop of Barcelona.
That’s where we met all our friends. During our last night in Madrid, we discussed our options for meeting our friends in Barcelona. Would we hide our new relationship, or would we simply act like the loving couple we’d been since leaving Oviedo and deal with the consequences? Amy grew upset during our discussion, clutching me tightly as she didn’t cry. She admitted to feeling a little sad.
“Our love should be accepted,” she whispered, “It’s not weird loving your cousin!”
“I agree, but our friends might not understand.”
“Who’s more important? Our relationship or our friends?”
“Amy, I shouldn’t have to answer that, but I will, simply to make you smile. You have been, still are, and always will be the most important person to me in the world.”
“I want to tell them,” she told me, “And they can either accept it or we cut them out of our lives. Even Cindy if necessary. I love her like a sister, but if she can’t accept this…”
We’d agreed to share a dorm room in Barcelona with all our friends as we’d be together for three nights before we would leave with Mike and Cindy to travel to southern France before we’d arrive in Italy. After checking in and meeting up with our friends, as we were the last to arrive, we were eager to find something to eat and enjoy more than one jug of sangria.
We held hands the entire time, nothing suspicious about that as we always held hands. But Amy was a very affectionate girlfriend, and having spent the past two weeks falling in love even further, making love every morning and night, and living our lives freely as a couple, when she snuggled into me and started to kiss my cheek and whisper very rude suggestions in my ear, I turned to face her and suggested that she was going to find herself naked and spanked if she wasn’t careful.
“As long as they get a big dick inside me once you’re done spanking me,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine, “Though I’m not sure what our friends will think when you make me climax so hard that I’m screaming.”
There was silence before Mike burst into laughter. “Pay up, Brad. I told you they were going to finally get together!”
Cindy was up and out of her seat, hugging Amy tightly. “Oh my god! Oh my god! It’s about time, Amy!” she exclaimed.
“You’re really not weirded out?”
There was more than one snort before everyone around the table laughed. Mike met my eyes and grinned as Brad handed him a folded fifty-buck note. Australian dollars, not Euros. “Look, guys. We know you’re cousins, but quite frankly, we’ve all thought you should have got together the day you hit eighteen, Amy. You’ve been in love for so long, you were meant to be together.”
Amy burst into tears. Happy tears as she hugged Cindy tightly, quickly joined by her two other female friends. My male friends were polite enough not to ask questions about what we’d been up to though I guess the smiles on our faces when we met them suggested we’d been intimate often enough since we’d been traveling by ourselves.
The girls wanted details. Not of our sex life but how and why we finally admitted our feelings and quite obviously made love. We explained that it was in Oviedo of all places, that we’d been growing closer and closer since leaving Paris. I admitted to being tempted in Bilbao to finally just bite the bullet, but I was worried I’d scare her off. Amy looked at me before leaving a soft kiss on her lips.
“Well, now you know better. I’d have been in your bed so quick and bouncing on your cock…” She paused and blushed before laughing to herself, resting her head against my chest. “And I’ve got to remember that our friends are now here, and I can’t just blurt stuff like that out.”
“So the sex is good?” Cindy wondered. I’d learned long ago that women talked about sex just as much as men. In fact, I was convinced men just asked simple questions. Women would go into details.
“Better than good,” Amy replied, holding my hand, “All I know is that we’re meant to be together.”
We stayed out until the early morning before returning to our hostel. It was the first night since Oviedo that we didn’t have sex though Amy did climb up onto my top bunk as quickly as possible so we could snuggle together. Mike eventually broke the silence.
“If you two need to make love…”
“Shut up, Mike,” I stated, “Just go to sleep.”
His laughter echoed in the empty room along with everyone else eventually enjoying a good chuckle. “Happy for you guys,” he stated, “Just try not to be so sickeningly sweet together that we need to dump your arses along the way.”
We both loved Barcelona though had arrived knowing the reputation that locals were growing increasingly tired of the throngs of tourists who descended upon the city. We almost understood how they felt given the city just felt overcrowded. Sure, we were eight of thousands and thousands though we knew one real point of anger was the prevalence of homes being turned into holiday apartments, such as Airbnb’s. Local people were being priced out of the market.
Four of us left Barcelona on the train as we headed north into France, our intended destination being Nice though we would break up the trip at least once or twice. We kept things cheap by continuing to share rooms in a hostel, and after not having sex for three nights in Barcelona, we gave into temptation our first night in Marseille, Amy climbing up onto my top bunk and then onto my cock as Cindy did the same thing with Mike.
“Make me cum,” Cindy murmured, “I need to feel you cum in me too.”
“Cindy, I think…”
“Mike, you’d better fuck me as I’m not listening to Amy orgasm without getting one of my own.”
“Going to ride him?” Amy moaned, her hands on my chest as my hands rested on her hips, keeping rather silent as I savoured being inside her hot little pussy again.
“I’m a bit of a submissive,” Cindy giggled before she moaned, “Love it when Mike nails me from behind.”
“Love that too,” Amy groaned as I felt her pussy gripping me tighter.
“Even better that you were a virgin for him?”
“Absolutely. Like you were for Mike?”
“My one and only. He was always going to own my pussy. Totally going to marry him.”
I think Mike and I went to sleep with smiles on our faces that night as our girlfriends took care of us that evening. Waking the next morning with Amy snuggled into me, I felt this surge of love that scared the crap out of me. I knew how much I loved her, but hearing Cindy talk about marrying Mike confirmed my own thoughts with Amy. I didn’t want to wait forever to buy her a ring and marry her. I knew I could probably propose in three days, and she’d say yes.
“Still coming along with us the entire way?” I asked Mike over beers during our time in Nice, our girlfriends out shopping for some clothes as we knew the weather was going to be quite warm going forward as we stuck close to the Mediterranean.
“That was the intention unless you want us to piss off?”
“No. It’s just I think once we hit Croatia and head south to Greece, we might start looking into private rooms.”
“Yeah, I guess a little privacy at night would be nice. I’m not an exhibitionist. Cindy isn’t either, she’s just so happy for Amy, and I guess she’s enjoying sharing the moment.”
“Was Cindy serious about marriage?”
Mike grinned at me. “We’ve talked about it before. Once we’re back in Australia, we’re going to get married.”
“That’s what I’m thinking too. Propose while we’re over here, organise a wedding once we’re home.”
The four of us absolutely loved Italy, travelling down the western coast as far as Rome, including a day trip down to Naples so we could see the ruins of Pompeii before we headed up the east coast until we eventually arrived in Venice. Though it was somewhat magical like we thought it would be, the crowds were simply too much for Amy, Cindy didn’t actually think all that much of the place, and we eventually left earlier than planned.
We intended to finish our trip in the Greek Islands, catching a boat from Venice across to Croatia and slowly making our way down the Dalmatian Coast before finishing in Dubrovnik, hopping on a seasonal flight that took us to Athens with a connecting flight to a Greek Island. It was a chance to splurge as we booked a two-bedroom place on one of the smaller islands and stayed for an entire week, taking advantage of the late summer sun as we would be returning to London at the end of the week.
It was the perfect way to end our first major trip away. Amy spent the entire time in a bikini, topless, and on more than one occasion, completely nude. I wasn’t shy in showing my love and affection, and Mike or Cindy would occasionally walk in on us making love. To be honest, they returned the favour more than once as they were just as in love as Amy and I were. It was always amusing rather than awkward, a brief apology before the loving couple was given privacy.
Returning to London, the four of us immediately started looking at sharehouses that we would live in together. There are hundreds if not thousands of them across London, and we eventually found a large house in east London that had two double rooms free to be rented. Given we still had over a year left on our visa, the two couples signed a year-long lease, aware we’d likely be taking plenty of trips before we left for good.
The only people we didn’t tell about our relationship were our parents, not wanting to dump that revelation on them by a message or during a phone call. I’m sure they would not have been surprised by all the photos that we were in together, but I knew Amy was careful with particular photos that showed how in love we were.
For the rest of our time in London, we took the occasional long weekend break somewhere, and during the next summer, we took a month off to tick off other areas of Europe we still wanted to visit. Mike and I were desperate to do Oktoberfest and we definitely consumed far too many beers on our first full night there, our girlfriends showing some sympathy as the day afterwards was spent with the hangovers from hell.
By the time our visas were about to run out, the four of us were ready to head home as we did miss Australia. London was great fun, but I couldn’t envisage living there permanently. It was too expensive, and I couldn’t imagine trying to raise a family there.
Calling our parents when we let them know that we’d booked flights home, Mum sobbed when I told her that I was coming home. Amy’s mother was so excited, stating that we’d have to have a welcome home party once we were over our jetlag. Mike and Cindy would be flying with us as there was no doubt the four of us had grown even closer during our two years away. Mike had already proposed to Cindy. I agreed to be his best man, Amy her Maid of Honour.
Landing back in Sydney, Mum pushed her way through the crowd to hug me as Aunt Caroline did the same with Amy, Mike and Cindy’s parents also there to greet them. Caroline immediately talked about a party for the coming weekend as we’d flown in to land on a Tuesday night.
Then they noticed Amy and I were holding hands, her body language suggesting the reality of the situation. Mum and Aunt Caroline fell silent before they both smiled at us.
“Will you be staying with us for a little while?” Mum asked Amy.
“Is that okay?”
“We might have been ten thousand miles away, but we’re not blind,” Caroline stated, “We know you finally got together while you were over there. We’re just not sure when it happened. And it doesn’t matter.”
“We were wrong,” Mum said softly, “We’re sorry. We shouldn’t have prevented you being together.”
“It’s okay,” Amy assured my mother, “What matters is that we’re together now. Our friends accepted our relationship. Our only worry was that you wouldn’t.”
“Come on, we’ll go home and discuss things tomorrow morning after you’ve had some sleep.”
Mum had decorated the house since I’d left. My little sister was so excited to see me, hugging her tightly. She’d grown since I’d left. My bedroom had changed. The new bed looked larger, and I had some new furniture. Dumping our things on the bed, Mum said, “I knew Amy would probably be staying here rather than you stay with her, so I made sure you had a better bed. Your sister is aware, so you don’t have to hide your love and affection in front of her.”
“How are you doing, Mum?” I had to ask as she was now a single woman, the same as her sister.
“I don’t miss your father, if you’re wondering. I’m glad he’s gone. I’m definitely glad my son is home.” She walked over to give me a cuddle, Amy joining in. “And I know I’ll love having my niece living with me too.”
Caroline stayed the night at our place, sharing a bed with my mother. No, it was nothing like that as I’m sure many would probably think. Caroline had been through an ugly divorce. Mum’s divorce apparently went fine as it was simply a case of a marriage ending as they’d fallen out of love. Breakfast the next morning was fun as we were immediately sharing stories of our travels before Aunt Caroline finally asked, “So when did you two finally get together?”
And that’s how we told them the tale of Oviedo.
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Epilogue
I proposed to Amy during our welcome home party in front of all our friends and family. Everyone accepted our relationship immediately. My father had been oblivious though simply shook my hand and wished me the best. Amy’s father shook my hand and tried to warn me about looking after his daughter before he laughed and added that I’d probably murder anyone who hurt her feelings.
We remained living with my mother for a few months as Amy and I found jobs and started our careers, needing to save up money as we discussed our options. Buying a house in Sydney was almost prohibitively expensive for young people, and renting wasn’t much cheaper as even those prices were skyrocketing.
Amy and I were married six months after our return to Australia. Amy didn’t want a big ceremony, she wanted a marriage, not a wedding. Our reception was held in the backyard of the family home, and that’s when my mother made me cry for the first time that I could remember.
“You’re going to start a family and you need a place to live,” she explained, “This is what we’re going to do. Mark, I’m giving you our home.”
“What?”
She smiled when taking a hand of mine and doing the same with Amy. “You’re now married, and I know you’re desperate to start a family. You need somewhere to live. I’ve already started all the paperwork. My name will remain on the deed. I’ve added your names to it. You’ve both started your careers and are already proving to be responsible young adults. Most of the mortgage has already been paid. You’ll need to pay the rest of that off and keep on top of the bills. And there are obviously three rooms that need to be filled otherwise.”
“What about my sister?” I had to ask.
“She’s going to live with friends while she continues studying. And before you need to ask, I’m going to go live with my sister. We’re not interested in finding another man as our marriages have left a bad taste in the mouth regarding the whole thing. We know your marriage is going to last.”
I hugged Mum tightly as I had a little cry, thanking her again and again for making such a gesture. Caroline hugged me tightly afterwards, joking that my family home would now turn into a sex palace. When I leaned back, she smiled at me. “Think I don’t talk to my daughter about certain things. You make her happier than anyone I know… And you care about her orgasm.”
“I do love making her cum.”
“Enough to be jealous of my daughter. I know your mother… I know you teased her, but she’s admitted after a few drinks more than once that if you weren’t her son…”
“Figured that would just make it kinkier,” I retorted, unable to stop smirking.
“All you need to know is that you have three women… No, four, as your sister adores you… You have four women who love you to bits, though you have one woman who practically worships the ground you walk on.” She took my hands, turning serious. “I’m sorry, Mark. We were so wrong, and we almost prevented two people’s love that should never have been denied.”
“It worked out in the end. You don’t need to apologise.”
Having spent two years on holiday, we didn’t bother having a honeymoon, Amy suggested we just take a week off work once she was in her fertile period and spend the entire week attempting to get her pregnant. To say we spent the week naked in our house and screwing on every possible surface and in every room isn’t an understatement.
It worked though. Three months later, we announced that she was pregnant.
We’re both now thirty years old. We own our home outright as the mortgage was paid off. We each had a car that could take us to work and ferry the family around. We had three kids as Amy wanted that many as a minimum. We had three daughters, and I was one proud father while Amy was such a natural mother, she could probably write books about motherhood to be read by millions.
For our tenth anniversary, we were already discussing the idea of returning to a city we held very dear in our hearts. It’s not on the tourist trail and not somewhere most people outside of Spain would even know, but I knew that it would be a city that we’d return to more than once. It was simply that special to us.