An adult stories – Why Did We Have to be Cousins Ch. 03 by 32aa,32aa Most of this chapter is a bit of a diary of Ellen’s visit. So, it does progress a bit slowly with details. Until….
Six months later, I found myself standing at the arrival gate of Ellen’s flight at LAX late morning on a Thursday. We had kept our promises to each other. Letters describing our lives… and yes those occasional dates. Dates where nothing serious or anything beyond a goodnight kiss occurred.
Earlier that spring, Ellen had moved into her own one-bedroom apartment that was probably a mile from her parents. She felt that she needed the freedom to do what she wanted. It wasn’t like her mom and dad had set rules. She did pay some rent, as my aunt and uncle wanted to instill a sense of responsibility that one needed to ‘pay their way’. She had finished her first year of teaching with a sense of accomplishment and pride when she received praise from her colleagues and some of the parents of the students that were in her third-grade class.
She was ready for a break. The plan was that she would be staying with me for three weeks, longer if she wanted to, as there wasn’t anything awaiting her back home. In my letters, I laid out various places and tourist attractions that we could visit. She was really looking forward to the wine tasting, as it was something that was totally alien to her. At that time, wine was not all that popular in Northern Wisconsin. Once I got settled, I quickly discovered that in Southern California the selections were enormous with numerous vineyards and tasting outlets.
I had only accrued eight days of vacation time so, there would be days that Ellen would be at the apartment by herself. She didn’t have a problem with that; she felt it would be nice to just lounge around the pool and read. In one of my letters I reinforced the need for some heavy-duty sunblock, as I found out that, for some reason, the sun seemed more intense than in Northern Wisconsin. Ellen’s response was, ‘Good. Because I’m going to have lots of skin exposed’. I think that my heart skipped a beat.
We had shared photos of ourselves over the past six months, however as she came through the arrival gate, my heart stopped. Her strawberry-blonde hair had grown a bit and cascaded down to her shoulders, which were bare due to the straps of the soft yellow sundress that graced her delicate body and hugged her apple-size breasts. The bottom hem of the dress stopped mid-thigh showing off lots of her smooth creamy-white thighs and calves.
A broad cheek-to-cheek smile appeared the moment her eyes found me. The feeling of her body against me, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, was like nothing we had ever experienced. Ellen never cared that most of her smooth thighs were being exposed to a terminal of complete strangers. What she cared about most was in her arms… finally.
On the way to my apartment, Ellen was in awe that there appeared to be no real city boundaries. Everything just blended together to make one continuous metropolis.
The plan for the day was to get her settled in my apartment, hit the winery, and grill a couple of steaks over a bottle of wine. And finally, relax in the warm, swirling, and bubbling water of the Jacuzzi.
Opening the door to my apartment, Ellen stepped in, stopped, and turned. We were now face-to-face in my apartment for the first time… truly alone by ourselves. Her hazel-colored eyes were soft and relaxed.
Ellen draped her arms over my shoulders.
“I’ve waited for this moment for so long. We never spent time in your apartment, and I know why. And I was fine with that. Let’s just see where this goes. Let’s just enjoy being together, have fun, and whatever happens… happens.”
I was about to say something, but Ellen put her fingers to my lips.
“Don’t say anything. You don’t need to say anything.”
She was right… “Let’s just have fun.”
The wine tasting was fun. It was just a small brick distribution building that was close to my apartment. They knew me pretty well. Ellen discovered that she liked dry wines over sweeter wines. She especially enjoyed the boldness of Cabernet Sauvignon and the light and crispness of Chardonnay. We got three bottles of each.
After a full meal of medium rare steaks, baked potatoes, green salad, and a couple of glasses of Cabernet, we relaxed in the warm and bubbly water. Earlier, when Ellen emerged from the bathroom, in one of my longer t-shirts that came to rest just below where I envisioned the bottom of her bikini came my heart leaped. Those creamy white thighs were so smooth they glowed in the dim light of my apartment.
Sitting in the warm water and watching as she first fiddled with the side ties of her bottom. Then, Ellen looked at me, gave me a gentle smile, crossed her arms, grasped the bottom of the shirt, and in one fluid movement pulled the t-shirt up and over her body. Her body was outstretched as she momentarily held the no-longer-necessary t-shirt over her head causing her firm breasts to rise and slightly flatten. Ellen’s midsection was pulled in exposing the underside of her rib cage, a flat tummy with a petite navel.
The dark blue material of the cups and the full hip-to-hip material of the bottom portion offered a stark contrast against the creamy whiteness of her skin, which glowed from the underwater lights of the swirling and bubbling water.
There were two other guys in the water on the other side of the Jacuzzi. I heard two ‘Oh shit’.
I had seen Ellen in modest bikinis many times over the summers, but not like this. There was something extra… different. I can’t explain it… sexy… erotic. Ellen gave me a soft smile as she watched as I drank in her body.
Settling down next to me with her creamy breasts just above the waterline, Ellen lets out a long sigh, “Oh my god… this is so wonderful.”
Scooting over such that our bare thighs were touching, she casually rested her hand on my thigh. It wasn’t the first time Ellen’s hand had ever been on my thigh, but this time it sent an unexpected wave of energy through my body.
We relaxed, as we sipped our wine from our plastic pool-safe glasses. I don’t know how long we were there, but between the wine, the warm water, and jet lag, I suddenly saw that Ellen was starting to wilt.
Arriving back at my apartment, we talked about sleeping arrangements.
“Ellen, I want you to be comfortable, especially after a long day. Sleep in my bed. The sheets are clean and I’ll sleep out here on the couch.”
“No way am I going to take your bed. This will be fine… Really. I’ll be fine. I’m so tired I think that I could sleep anywhere. But, thank you anyway.”
Having never seen Ellen in any kind of sleep-wear, when she came out of the bathroom I stood there breathless once again. A pastel yellow mid-thigh nightshirt with little Tweety Birds and a gentle scooped neckline. Even in the dim light of my living room, I could tell that she was braless, as her full B-cup apple-size breasts gently swayed and her nipples gave way to two distinct points. It was the first time that I had ever seen her so obviously braless.
Standing in front of me with her arms resting on my shoulders, “I know it’s early for you. I didn’t realize how tired I was. It just hit me as we were sitting there.”
“You’ve had a long day, and the wine and warm water will drain you. I know. I’ve almost fallen asleep in the warm water a few times.”
“So, what do you have planned for us tomorrow?”
“I was thinking of going to Marineland. I’ve never been there, but the guys at work say it’s pretty cool. It sits right on the coast and has a nice drive to get to it along the coast. There are some whales, dolphins, and stuff. It will be fun with the top down. Did you bring some sunblock?”
“Sounds like fun. And yes, I brought lots of sunblock.”
A parting kiss on my cheek and she turned toward the couch.
Lying in my bed that first night with Ellen in the next room, my brain was at work. Yes, it felt great to finally have her here. From the moment of her arrival, the afternoon at the winery, our dinner, the Jacuzzi… it all felt so natural. But… man, she looked good back there in her bikini. And then just a few minutes ago. Like I said earlier, yes, I had seen her in a bikini many times, but something about seeing her standing there. I’ve got to keep myself in check… She’s my cousin. She trusts me. Our parents trust us.
So that’s how we spent the first week. Saturday we hit Knots Berry Farm and Sunday was Disney Land. Even crowded, we had fun. All of the rides found my arm around her bare shoulders and her bare smooth thighs pressing against mine. Walking around our hands always found each other’s, with an occasional brush up against my arm of a firm breast. And then there were the smiles. Most of the time we found ourselves just smiling at each other for no particular reason. Each night, we relaxed in the warm swirling water of the Jacuzzi with a glass of wine.
Monday, I wanted to show her the ocean close up, so we drove down to Laguna Beach and hung out on the sandy beach, watched, and listened to the ocean waves. And, of course, ‘people watched’. Ellen commented on how fit everybody seemed to be. Which was something I observed shortly after settling in at the apartment.
The modest bikini from the first night at the Jacuzzi was history. It had been replaced with one that was three triangles in the front that put on display the gentle swells of her firm breasts and accentuated her Venus Mound. The back of the bottom hugged each of her firm cheeks. I was pretty sure that it was something that had not been worn in front of her parents.
She had to be careful with the sun, so I spent a lot of time applying sunblock to her smooth back, thighs, and calves. I had applied sun lotion to her back many times in the past. Somehow, here with the just two of us away from anybody who knew us, it was different… more intimate, especially when Ellen released the straps of this small bikini. She didn’t even try to tuck the sides to hide any ‘side-boobage’.
I had to space out my vacation days so I went in on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Wednesday and Friday we hit some famous tourist attractions.
The variety and quality of restaurant food were something that I had discovered and came to really enjoy. The two types of cuisines that stood out were Mexican and Chinese. Those were definitely new experiences, and I made it a point to treat Ellen to both of those. She especially liked the Taco Bell that was just across the street from the apartment.
Restaurants out here seemed to be… I don’t know… ‘Classier’ is the word that comes to mind. Maybe it was because of the competition. Maybe it was because of the more upscaled lifestyles that were found in the area. I had gotten recommendations for a few from my coworkers.
The one that really impressed Ellen was the Orange County Mining Co, in Santa Anna. It sat on a hill that overlooked the valley with floor-to-ceiling windows on the west side. We were fortunate to have timed our visit so that we could watch the setting sun.
On the days that I went in to work, Ellen spent the afternoon by the pool. She asked if all the guys out here were so forward, as she got hit on more than once. One guy even asked if she needed help with putting her lotion on her back. She just thanked the guy and just said that she ‘was fine’.
Each night brought a new set of sleepwear. From the ‘Tweety Bird’ nightshirt on the first night to a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone to a tank top with pink bikini panties to tonight’s light blue lacey semi-sheer Teddy. The light pink areola cast two delicate shadows and topped with her erect nipples together with the shadow of the little bikini panties that rode low on her hips. I was ready to take things into my own hands. Each night she just went about casually, like it was no big deal. Even when she casually kissed me ‘Good night’ and thanked me for the fun day.
Saturday morning, the dam broke.
We had been busy all week visiting the tourist spots on my days off, nice restaurants in the evening, followed by soaking in the warm and bubbly water.
It was kind of early and I had just returned from emptying my bladder when I saw Ellen slip into the bathroom, most likely to take care of her bladder. A few moments later, she stood at my bedroom door in the lacy semi-sheer Teddy. The early morning light made her top translucent enough that her areola cast soft shadows through the thin material.
“Bill, can I come in?”
This was a first.
“Sure.”
Sitting on the edge of my bed with her legs crossed and exposing a lot of smooth thigh she gave me a soft smile. I could tell that she had brushed her teeth. She causally asks.
“So, what do you have on our agenda for today?”
“I was thinking of taking you down and driving around Hollywood. Maybe into the hills to see some of the mansions. Along Beverly Hills Drive, look at the stores, and the Hollywood stars on the sidewalk.”
“That sounds like fun.”
Hesitating a bit, like something was on her mind.
“It’s been a busy week. What would you think if we just stayed here and relax… and play?”
I know that I had a puzzled look.
“We can do whatever you want. What do you mean, play?”
Hesitating and with an unsure look.
“Maybe it’s just easier to just show you.”
Standing and giving me a seductive look… a look that I had never seen before. Ellen slowly slipped the straps off her shoulders, let go, and gravity did the rest.
This time, my heart did stop. Actually, the whole universe stopped.
Ellen’s full B-Cup creamy white mounds were sitting high and proud like two firm apples, and each was topped off with a pale pink areola. The edges of those circles were dusted with a ring of tiny goosebumps, each as pert and as engorged as the nipple itself, but on a smaller scale. And those nipples… They were small and delicate but poked outward like miniature pink towers. If this goes where I think it was going, I knew I was going to feast on each of those.
“And there’s more to play with down here.”
Moments later, her delicate panties joined the teddy in a pool at her feet.
I think I was on the verge of passing out, as I felt the blood drain from my brain and began to fill my hardening cock.
Standing before me was my totally naked cousin for the first time. The delicate triangle of wispy strawberry-blonde pubic hair was enhanced by the gentle upward swell of her Mound of Venus. The dark underlying crease was alluring.
The words, “Oh my god,” involuntarily escaped my lips as my eyes devoured her bare body for the first time.
Never before had I seen such a vision. In all of our years, I had forced my brain to not form images of what my cousin would look like naked. She was my cousin. It wouldn’t have mattered. Whatever images may have formed would not have done justice to the simple beauty standing in from me… my cousin… my naked cousin… my sexy naked cousin.
“You’re staring,” she grinned.
“Sorry,” as my eyes went back to gaze into those hazel eyes that were filled with playfulness.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” the grin broadening.
It all came to me in one brief moment of rare insight. God, I was so stupid… so dense. This whole week had been a week of slow seduction. The casual touches as we walked around the tourist attractions. Her hand resting on my thigh as we sat together. An occasional brushing of her firm breast against my arm. The first image of her standing in her modest bikini to the string bikini to each and every night with a different, and sexier set of sleepwear, to now.
Only one word came to me.
“Ellen?”
“Is this OK?”
Her voice was soft and nervous. The playful grin was replaced by a gentle smile. She had put herself out there.
“I mean. I know we’re cousins and all, and if you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” she softly said.
“Are you sure? Do you want to cross that line? Because once we cross that line, we can’t uncross it. How long have you been thinking about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And, yes, I want to cross that line with you. I’ve wanted to cross that line with you, like forever. And after you moved away, I missed you so much. As to how long have I been thinking of this; it’s been since the moment my mom put it out there that with you out here that I would have someplace to stay when I came out here to visit you.”
Gazing at her splendid, gorgeous, and sexy body.
My brain processed her words, ‘Yes, I’ve wanted to cross that line with you, for what seems like forever’.
But she was my cousin. She still is, but right now she’s a beautiful woman. A woman that I do love and a woman who I know loves me.
“You just took me by surprise. I’d love to stay and… play. Play with you… Play together. Because I’m ready to cross that line with you. I want to make love to you. I’ve wanted to make love to you like forever. I just kept putting it out of my mind, because… well you know.”
That brought a sigh of relief and a full playful smile, as Ellen looked down at the slight bulge in the sheet covering my waist and the rest of me had been uncovered.
“Yes, I know. Well, since you’ve just seen what you get to play with, I think that it’s only fair that I get to see what I get to play with.”
I was about to be treated to the sexual side of my cousin; a side I had never seen or experienced.
Sitting on the side of the bed, at my waist level, her fingertips lightly brush through my sparse chest hair.
“Such a sexy chest. I’ve always wanted to do this. You can’t imagine how much and for how long I’ve wanted to do this. Every summer at the lake with your shirt off. Ever since high school. You were always so sexy.”
“Just like I’ve wanted to do this,” my voice struggled to form words.
The hand closest to her bare body came up and gently cupped her soft and warm breast. She hadn’t even touched me, but my cock throbbed inside the tight confines of my white briefs.
“Oh, Bill. That feels so good. Your hand on my breast.”
Ellen brought her hand up and covered my hand with hers. We each just closed our eyes for a few moments as we both savored our first intimate touch. A touch that we both had secretly longed for for years.
Coming out of her trance. Ellen looked at me with a dreamy look, as she pressed my hand into her soft breast, just above her heart.
“I’m going to quit saying it. But just one more time… I’ve waited so long to feel your hand touch me. To touch my breast. And soon you’re going to be inside of me. There are so many things I want to do to and with you. And you don’t have to worry, I’m on the Pill. I’ve been on the Pill since the first of the year. Right after when I knew that I would be sitting right here. Just like this. All completely bare to you. Getting ready to take you inside of me for the first time. Ready to make love to you. Ready for you to make love to me.”
Ellen leans forward and our lips meet for the fifth time. It was a kiss that would begin our journey to the joining of two hearts… of two souls. It would be a kiss that, later in life, we would each remember that would rank right up there with our first kiss.
Pulling her down to lie on top of me, her full warm, and bare breasts against my chest. My hands gently glide over her bare back, and down to caress each of her soft butt cheeks. Ellen purred through our kiss that went on and on. Never becoming a frenzied out-of-control kiss. Just a gentle soothing kiss between two soon-to-be lovers. Her lips separate enough for my tongue to slip between them and find hers. Our tongues softly danced in wet delight.
Raising up, Ellen smiled. Her eyes were warm and soft. She gently stroked my cheek.
“I love you, Bill.”
“I love you, Ellen.”
A gentle kiss and then sitting up with a playful grin.
“OK. Now, it’s time for me to see what I get to play with… and play with… and play with.”
Pulling the sheet back, Ellen stared at the bulge in my briefs that outlined the underlying glans of my cock and the wet spot that sat in the center. I groaned as her fingernail traced the ridge and then drew circles around the ever-growing wetness.
“So sexy,” planting a kiss at the covered tip.
Raising my hips, Ellen slowly pulled my briefs down my hips. The patch of curly black hair comes into view first. As the fleshy base came into view, Ellen stopped, grinned, and ran her fingers through the patch of hair and across the exposed portion of my hardening cock.
“Oh Bill, I don’t know if I want to rip just off your shorts and hop on, or just play.”
“I like to play,” as my hand once again found her breast and hard nipple.
And that’s all it took. With a grin, both hands grasped the sides of the elastic waistband and slowly guided my shorts over the covered shaft until just the head was covered. Then with a mischievous grin and one more pull everything popped out.
“Oh my god.”
Ellen’s soft hand encircled my shaft while her other hand cupped my loose scrotum and rolled each rapidly filling testicle in her hand. I groaned.
“mmmm. So thick. So long.
“Bill, have you always been this big?” her voice was hushed as she ran the palm of her soft hand over the sensitive crown.
“Not until a few moments ago,” my voice straining. Her warm hand being the only hand, other than my own, that had touched me since my college days with Alex.
“No silly. I mean like high school.”
“I guess.”
OK. A little sidebar. I was not porn-star endowed, but being six and a half inches long with a diameter of a little under two inches, I guess put me in a class of being bigger than average. At least that was what Alex had told me on our first night… my first night.
“If I had known that, I would have jumped you a long time ago. You are going to feel so good inside of me. Inside of my mouth and deep inside of my pussy.”
Hearing my cousin say the words, “my pussy”, I just grinned.
Ellen softly strokes me from the base to the sensitive tip; rubbing the oozing precum around the sensitive head with the tip of her finger.
“I don’t know what I want to do first. Taste you. Taste and swallow your cum, or jump on and feel you penetrate and fill me for our first time with both your cock and your cum.”
I groaned again at those words. Ellen gasped as my hand was now on the inside of her upper thigh, my finger splitting her puffy wet folds probed her entrance.
“Oh god Bill, that feels so good. Nobody has touched me for like forever.”
Things were heating up fast. I wanted our first time to be slow and tender.
“Why don’t we go take a shower? Let me brush my teeth. I know that we kissed earlier and I had ‘morning breath’.”
Ellen grinned, “I never noticed.”
The shower was fun. Ellen had never showered with somebody else. Ellen’s breasts received most of my attention while my cock and balls received all of her attention.
Kissing each other under the water while Ellen’s soapy slowly hand glided over my stiff cock and balls and my hands slid over her soapy breasts and diamond-hard nipples was like being in another dimension. It was probably the longest and most intense kiss of my young life. It was a good thing that I didn’t have to pay for water and that the supply of hot water seemed endless.
Rearranging ourselves on my bed, Ellen grins at me.
“I don’t know what I want to do first. I’ve dreamed, lived, and pictured this moment in my head for months and months, and now that it’s here. I can’t decide. Do I want you to make love to me? Do I want to take this beautiful cock of yours in my mouth and have you cum for the first time with me there?”
Ellen’s soft hand wrapped around the base with her fingers pressing against my sack.
“Do I want to watch my hand slowly move up, down your cock, and then over the beautiful head? Watch my finger lightly stroke this special spot.”
Ellen’s hand moved up the hard shaft as her finger lightly traced the flared underside and through the inverted ‘V’. I groaned. Ellen grinned.
“Watch you shoot your white cream all over your sexy chest or maybe on my boobs.”
Ellen planted a soft kiss on the oozing opening.
“Or do I just want to climb on and fuck your brains out like I’ve dreamed of doing like forever?”
My eyes opened wide at that last sentence, as our lips came together. It was the first time that I had ever heard Ellen use that kind of language. Coupled with her use of the word ‘pussy’ from a few moments ago, maybe my cousin wasn’t all that demure and innocent. Maybe there was an untamed beast lurking beneath that had been hiding and was ready to emerge. Whatever it was, I was pretty sure that today and the rest of her stay were going to be fun.
The possibilities ran through my head: Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Lotus, 69, 68, Doggy, and whatever else I could think of.
Looking at me with a playful smile, “I know that we will definitely do all of those and maybe more… more than once… more than a few times.”
Giving me a playful grin.
“Right now, I’m going for option two. I want to taste you. I want to swallow everything that these guys are making right now,” as her hand gently milks each of my swollen balls. I could only groan.
“And when you’re hard again, I’m going to ride you. I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been ridden before. Because, tonight and tomorrow and each day after I’m going to drain your balls. We may have to go find you some vitamins just so you can keep up with me… keep IT up for me,” Ellen gives my hard cock a playful squeeze.
“And then somewhere in between all of that, we are going to make love to each other.”
Settling between my open legs, she looks up at me, “I’ve only really done this twice, but in my mind and dreams, I’ve done it a hundred times to you so I hope you enjoy it. I know that it’s going to be fun for me. More fun than when I did it before.”
Kneeling between my open legs, Ellen wrapped one hand around the base of the fleshy shaft, cupped my scrotum with the other, and gently rolled each miniature egg with her fingers.
“mmmm… such sexy balls. I’ll bet that they’re all nice and full,” as her fingers milked each orb, “Just waiting for me to empty them… To empty them into my warm mouth… and then into my stomach, as I swallow everything… Everything that you can give me.”
Planting a soft reverent kiss to the oozing opening, the sensitive underside valley, along the shaft, and finally, to each of my hanging testicles, Ellen snaked her tongue around the swollen head and took me into her warm mouth. Letting out a low groan, I could see the gentle smile at the corners of her mouth where lips-met-cock.
“mmmm so tasty. So sexy,” planting a reverent kiss to the oozing opening.
Her soft hand took my shaft firmly and began to pump it lightly as, one by one, she sucked each of my fragile eggs into her mouth for the first time. Keeping her teeth hidden behind her lips, she slowly pulled her head back, stretching my loose sack, before they slid out of her mouth with a small pop! I could only groan… Ellen looked up with those hazel eyes and grinned at the reaction she was going for.
And again.
And again.
“Bill, I want your cum,” as she engulfed the sensitive crown. I let out a low groan, as my eyes rolled back into my head.
What Ellen lacked in technique, she more than made up for it in eagerness and enthusiasm. When our eyes would lock, the connection between us deepened, as she slowly moved her soft pink lips up and over the glistening glans to place a reverent kiss at the oozing opening. Other times, her eyes were closed as she lovingly made love to me. All the time gently caressing my balls.
This was not just a blowjob. This was at the other end of the spectrum. It was a connection that I had never experienced. The only previous experience I had was with Alex, my college partner and sex mentor, and those times were just for fun.
Ellen licked and sucked the head before taking me deep into her mouth. I stroked her wet hair as she began bobbing, forming a tight “O” with her lips. She lashed her tongue along the underside, causing incredible sensations, but it was the sight of my cousin lovingly taking my cock in her mouth that made my heart race and nearly lose control.
“Oh Ellen… that feels so good. You look so good. Watching you enjoy yourself. I’ve never been made love to like this.”
I was rewarded with a gentle smile as she rubbed the slickened head against her cheek before gently kissing the sensitive frenulum and taking me back into her warm mouth.
I don’t know how long she went on, but the pressure in my balls was building. My breathing deepened. My sighs and moans became louder. I combed my fingers through her strawberry-blonde hair. I was close and getting closer by the second.
“Oh, Ellen. I’m going to cum.”
Her grip on my balls tightened. The pace of her head-bob increased, as she took me a bit deeper.
“Oh god,” I groaned, as my balls spasmed once, twice, three glorious releases, filling her lovely mouth.
Finishing, Ellen sat up, grinned, and stretched her neck. Her throat muscles rippled as she swallowed and swallowed… and swallowed.
All I could say was, “Wow.”
Without saying a word, she gave me a smile and covered me with her warm bare body. Our lips met and I tasted myself for the first time ever.
Pulling back and with a playful grin, “Did I do good?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“Wasn’t supposed to be.”
“It was wonderful,” and as we all know… there is no such thing as a ‘bad blow job’.
“Just wait until I’ve had more practice,” she grinned.
Rolling to reverse ourselves, I lay completely on top between her opened legs. The tip of my semi-soft cock kissing her portal. My nipples against hers. I just looked into her eyes, kissed her one more time, and said two words.
“My turn.”
She grinned.
Leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, and across her chest, my chin brushed across her pale nipple. Ellen let out a gasp followed by a whimper as the tip of my tongue first traced the round areola and then swirled around her engorged nipple followed by a loud exhale as my mouth engulfed her soft flesh.
Ellen combed her fingers through my hair as my lips, mouth, and tongue made love to each of her full breasts and sensitive nipples, which a few moments ago had been a pale pink had now turned to rubbery bright pink peaks.
More kisses down her stomach. Stopping at her petite naval, my tongue probed. Ellen giggled. I grinned.
“Ticklish?”
“I guess. Nobody has ever tickled my belly button.”
“Well, they don’t know what they were missing.”
Her sharp gasp was followed by another as I nuzzled my nose through the soft curls that carpeted her mound. Instinctively, her legs went wider.
Nibbling on the tender milky-white flesh of her inner thigh between her widely opened legs, Ellen’s womanhood blossomed like a flower in the early morning sunlight right before my eyes. Two delicate pink petals framed the inverted ‘V’ coming together at the top. Her little clit chose to remain hidden for now. My tongue would coax it to reveal itself in a bit.
I inhaled her unique essence. Her female pheromones. On a primal level understand them in my neural receptors triggering my own desires for her. The desires that have brought men and women together for mating, since before the dawn of time. The intercourse of human scents.
Grinning to myself; everything that Alex had taught me in my college days flowed into my head. I was determined that our first coupling would be something that neither of us would ever forget and would cherish in our hearts until our dying day.
Slowly, perfectly, my tongue lightly traced up one side of Ellen’s outer folds with the tip and down the other, refusing to move any deeper; sucking and licking in long, languid strokes, like a painter at his canvas.
Ellen took in a lungful of air as the full width of my tongue took a slow and tasteful lick through her opened flower stopping at the apex of her sex and probed… and probed… coaxing her little pink pearl to life.
“Oh, god.”
Gently sucking her hard little bud into my mouth my tongue began to give those slow, certain, strokes that Alex had taught me as the preferred method of lovemaking: deliberate, patient, and mercilessly teasing.
“Oh, Bill… Bill… Bill.”
The words were becoming more ragged as my tongue drew slow circles around her clit. It was time: very gently, I slid a finger into her welcoming body, probed, and gently swirled.
“Oh fuck!!”
Looking up, my lover’s eyes were closed, and her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she arched her back pressing her sex into my mouth, followed by a low groan. I grinned as my tongue and fingers continued to worship both of Ellen’s pleasure centers. She was close.
I marveled at Ellen’s orgasm – its approach heralded by quickened breathing, heartbeat, sounds, and the way her pussy trembled against my tongue and fingers. Ellen sang the song women have been singing since the dawn of time. The song of a woman being consumed by wave upon wave of euphoric ecstasy. A woman in the throes of full orgasm is the most awe-inspiring sight to behold.
“Get up here. Kiss me. Let me kiss you. Let me taste myself on your lips. I’ve dreamed of tasting myself on your lips. Later, I’m going to taste myself on your cock, after you fill me with your cum.”
Laying between her outstretched legs. The tip of my cock kissed the portal to her sexual being, and our lips met. It was frantic until it wasn’t. Then it became slow and tender. A kiss of two souls joining. Souls that had waited so patiently to join.
Tenderly stroking her face, “I love you, Ellen.”
Ellen’s fingers lightly moved over my cheek, “I love you, Bill.”
Kiss.
Then, pulling back, her hazel-colored eyes had turned into a soft gold with steaks of green. It was a look that I had never noticed before. Then her voice was soft… the softest and filled with tenderness.
“Let’s make a memory. A memory that will be emblazoned in our hearts until our dying day. A memory that will be shared by us and only us. You’re right there. Right where I want you. Right where I’ve dreamed of having you. Your hard cock is kissing the entrance to my body. Let’s make love to each other,” as she moved her hips… coaxing me to enter to make our joining complete.
Our lips meet once again. Our tongues dance like two mating serpents. Our nipples kiss. We each groan through our shared feelings and emotions.
“In a bit. First I want you on top. I want to look at you as you take me into your lovely body for the first time. I want to watch you as you slowly make love to me. I want to kiss and suck on your nipples as you ride me. And then we’ll switch and I’ll make love to you. I’ll make love to my cousin for the first time. To make our memory.”
“I like that.”
The windows to our souls open and are joined through our eyes. Ellen took me in one slow and languid motion. We each let out a lungful of air as my cock journeyed through her warm and tight passage. Coming to rest as the tip of my cock kissed her cervix and her butt rested on my scrotum.
Our heads are back. Our eyes closed as we each savor our long-awaited joining.
Time stops. The universe stops. There was no outside world. All that existed was contained in the cocoon of our joined being.
We each cast a tender smile. Ellen looked between us to see her pink lips surrounding my cock where it disappeared into her body, then shared a loopy smile.
“I’ve got you in me. So deep inside of me. I’ve dreamed of this moment all of my life. When I was in school, the night I gave up my virginity, it was you, who in my mind, was the one to who I gave it to. Part of me wished I had waited. But, right now… this moment, I give myself to you… my love… my cousin.”
She wriggled then groaned and planted her palms on my chest, mouth open and eyes lidded as she slowly made love to me. Arching her back, breasts jutting outward and upward as her head lolled back with heavy eyes, a perfect vision of feminine desire.
And then Ellen grinned as she looked down at me as her ride continued.
“Having fun?”
“Oh, more than fun. Wonderful.” She squirmed.
Ellen sensually rode me. She fed me her hanging breasts. My teeth firmly pinched down on her engorged nipple. She let out a groan, squeezed the walls of her passage, and fed me the other.
If we had made love when we were eighteen, I wouldn’t have lasted a minute. But one of the benefits of our earlier activity, and experience, is gaining some stamina. Even with the divine sight of Ellen driving me into herself and the heavenly sensations of her pussy sliding and clutching, watching her sexy body. Her gently swaying breasts. Her puffy lips sealed against my cock which was now painted white with her arousal. I held back my orgasm but it was becoming more and more challenging.
We rolled. I need to slow things down, or I was going to pop. I wasn’t ready for that.
Settling between Ellen’s open legs, her eyes shined like two beacons in anticipation of our rejoining.
We kissed again, tongues tasting and teasing. Rotating my hips, the sensitive glans sliding between her slick folds teasingly against the passageway to her molten core. Ellen’s rotated her hips in sync with the movement of my cock, as if begging for me to press, enter, and rejoin.
Teasingly, I ran the length of my cock through her splayed folds. Each time coming to rest at her eager entrance. The soft tip gently kissed the portal to her womanhood.
We each gasped at the penetration. Ellen pulled her heels up to her butt cheeks and opened like a butterfly as I flowed into her tight warmth.
“Oh god, Bill. You feel so good. So big… so full. And your balls… I can feel your balls on my butt.”
Relaxing down onto my lover, our bodies melted into each other. Ellen purred as I slowly rotated my hips, withdrawing from her warmth, savoring how it reluctantly released me, then pushed back… refilling that blissful cavern. Her groan was like music, while at the same time, my lips gently pursed the softness of her neck. Being extra careful not to leave a mark. At least not there.
“You’re making love to me,” she breathed. “You’re finally making love to me.” She took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as tears formed and her voice cracked.
We made love, moaning, and kissing, with our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. No thrust was deep enough. No thrust was slow enough. I couldn’t help the lump that formed in my throat at this moment of intense intimacy. I wanted to give her every pleasure. Make her come a hundred times. Show how much she was loved and how much she was desired. It was a feeling I had never experienced to be this close to someone in body, heart, and soul.
Sitting up and leaning back I took in the erotic and sensual vision before me from her sparkling eyes. To her soft pink lips and shining teeth. How her rosy pink nipples stood at attention. The way her soft strawberry-blonde pubic hair decorates her sex. To the puffy pink lips surrounding my shining cock.
Ellen propped herself up and joined in my gaze between her open legs at the point of our joining. I gasped as she reached down with both hands and pulled herself open, bringing her clit out from hiding. Rocking my hips we each watched and smiled as my cock would disappear and then reappear coated with her liquid arousal. Her pink lips forms a seal around the fleshy shaft that followed my cock as I slowly glided in… and out… in… and out.
Ellen reached down. Her hand rested on her soft mound with her fingers spread at the base of my cock, as I slowly stroked through her fingers.
“mmmm… so sexy. I just had to touch and feel you with my hand. To feel where we are joined. To feel you while you move in and out of me.”
I settled into the timeless gentle rhythm that men and women have enjoyed since the time of our creation. It was a sensual ballet of mutual need, responding to each other’s needs in harmony. Once again, the outside world vanished. It was just us. Ellen’s hands roamed over my back, her fingernails lightly drawing circles and sending shivers through my body. At times, her hands come to rest on my butt cheeks and would pull me into her with each penetrating stroke.
And then there were the sounds of a woman slowly being taken to the pinnacle of pleasure that only a woman can experience.
Nibbling on the softness of her neck, I would whisper in her ear with each stroke… “I love you, Ellen.”
“I love you, Bill. Cum for me. Make our joining complete. Fill me.”
Our eyes meet. And then our lips as my penetrating strokes became a need… a need to complete our everlasting memory of this moment.
Her panting and groaning became rapid, then with a final lunge and grind, her mouth went wide, her eyelids fluttered and her eyebrows raised. Ellen’s head lolled to one side with a blissful, angelic expression as her passage gripped and released, her orgasm blossoming within her.
When finally she opened her eyes, still catching her breath, she smiled with such unashamed happiness it took my own breath away. It was all I needed.
“Ellen,” breathed, “I’m… going… to… cum.”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes brightened and she embraced me tighter.
My eyes found hers and bored into her soul as I filled her with the life of my body, completing our memory.
“Yes. Yes!” she cried.
Never had I come so hard or for so long. Pulse after pulse flooded her, filling her to overflowing. My muscles went slack, and I fell on her as the world receded into the white bliss of release. I collapsed onto my lover… my cousin.
I first felt the wetness of her tears on my shoulder and then heard the soft whimpers. As Ellen’s embrace tightened around me I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck. My own tears fell.
I went to move off. Ellen’s embrace tightened.
“Stay.”
Not a word was spoken as we each processed what had just been shared between us… the joining of our hearts, minds, and souls.
Later, we cuddled. Her head rested on my chest. A soft breast against my side. Her soft pubic mound brushed against my hip. And it was only around 10:00.
“See, wasn’t that more fun than driving around Hollywood?”
I couldn’t see it, but I ‘heard’ the smile and the playfulness in her voice. Then softly.
“I’ve never been made love to.”
Leaning over and lightly kissing her forehead, “Not like that.”
“I don’t know what I was expecting. But, I never expected to feel the way I do right now. Like I said earlier, I’ve been picturing making love with you like forever, but the picture didn’t even come close. Remember when you wrote to me when you were in college and told me that you lost your virginity?”
“I remember. I remember that you wrote back and said that you wanted ALL of the details.”
Ellen grinned, “And you did. You gave me every single solitary detail. Every lick. Every kiss. Every stroke of your beautiful cock. The cock that was just inside of me. You asked why I wanted all of the details. And I just said, ‘because’. Do you want to know the real reason?”
“Yes. I’ve wondered about it for quite a while.”
Propping herself on her side, her hand on my chest with her fingers toying with my sparse chest hair. I turned to face her.
“It was because I wanted to picture what it would be like to have you make love to me. I wanted to picture in my mind everything that you were doing to her… to Alex. To imagine that it was me and what I would be doing to you. And yes, before you ask… Yes, I was touching myself as I read and reread and reread every letter that you wrote. I looked forward to each one and was sad when the last one came.”
Ellen scooted over, pressed her bare body into me, and brought her lips to mine. Then grinning, “But it was nowhere near what just happened. Or what I am feeling right now. Because I love you from the bottom of my heart,” her voice cracking on those last words.
“And I love you Ellen from the bottom of my heart.”
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We fucked like bunnies for the next eight days. On the days when I had to go into the office, Ellen sent me on my way with either a wonderful blow-job or an enthusiastic hand-job.
Each day I had to go to the office, I would return for lunch. The first time, I found a trail of clothes from inside the doorway to the doorway to my bedroom, with my naked cousin on her back and her legs open wide. Another day I found her on her hands and knees. Her smooth bottom pointed back at me as I entered my bedroom submitting. I always returned to the office with a smile.
We did do the usual tourist stuff: Knotsberry Farm, Disney Land, and hit the beaches. But mostly, we just spent time together like two people in love.
I took her on a drive into the San Gabriel Mountains along the ‘Rim of the World’ highway on the way to Big Bear Lake. The TR6 was made for the curvy mountain road. Downshifting through the turns and then going through the gears. All the while the wind blew through our hair.
Rounding one curve I saw a ranger fire look-out station jutting up through the pine trees a bit down the road. I turned onto the road and drove in for a bit. The station was empty and the office at the top was locked. Climbing the ladder and then looking out at the vast sea of pine trees and the distant mountains was breathtaking. Pressing myself against her back, my crotch against her butt, Ellen ground her hips against my growing hardness. She knew what was about to happen as I reached around and cupped her braless breasts.
“mmmm…. You’re so naughty. Are you going to fuck your cousin right here?”
She had worn a halter top that tied behind her neck. Ellen reached behind her neck and pulled at the bow and then pulled the top up and over her head. My hands cupped her freed breasts and toyed with her erect pink nipples. All to the sounds of her purrs of contentment.
“Yes. I’m going to fuck my cousin. I’m going to fuck my naked cousin right here in front of the whole world.”
Thirty seconds later, her shorts and panties were laying on the deck next to her discarded top. Ellen leaned over the railing with her legs open and presented her smooth creamy white backside to me. With her head down Ellen waited as the shaft of my cock glided through her slick folds, gathering her natural lubrication. We each gasped as I slid effortlessly into her awaiting pussy.
“Oh yes… Fuck me. Fuck me right here. Cum in my pussy.”
Ellen’s breasts swayed in sync with each thrust. My hanging scrotum swung and would bump against her hand as she brought herself to her own release. Ellen howled to the mountains at the eruption of her orgasm, as her knees almost gave way. Mine followed a few moments later.
Back in the car and continuing our trek, it finally hit her. She broke out in hysterical laughter.
“I can’t believe we just did that. You’re a bad influence on your innocent cousin. But it was fun. I’ve never had outdoor sex. I like it.”
One night, I talked her into skinny dipping in the pool. Ellen said that the thrill of accidentally being discovered excited her like nothing in her life. That night, I was the willing recipient of her enthusiasm and aroused state.
The days of her visit were winding down. Her planned departure was going to be Sunday. She decided to push it out to Wednesday. She could have stayed longer, as there wasn’t anything awaiting her back home but she said it was going to be her time of the month. Still, it would have been wonderful to just have her with me. But then she was worried that by staying it might generate unwelcomed thoughts and speculations back home.
Our final night. Ellen didn’t really want to go out for dinner. So, we made use of the gas grills that the apartment complex had and did a couple of steaks, baked potatoes, green salad, and a nice Cabernet. A soak in the Jacuzzi, followed by a quiet nude swim in the dark pool.
We made love. We cried. We made love again.
Settling back alongside me and resting her head on my shoulder.
“How are we going to hide our feelings for each other when we all gather as a family when you come back and visit? How are we going to hide our feelings for each other when we meet our life partner? We have to. Nobody would understand. Nobody would want to understand. Please tell me that we’ll do this again, later in life.”
More tears as I held Ellen in a protective embrace.
“Why did we have to be cousins? I would love to feel you make a baby in me. Our baby.”
Quiet, as Ellen’s tears fell down her cheeks and into my sparse chest hair.
“But we can’t. Even if I moved to be with you, it would tear our families apart. The families who we each love and who loves us.
“Let’s make a promise. Right now. That whatever happens in the future, whatever happens in our lives, whoever we meet or fall in love with or marry, that at some time — I don’t know when or where or how — we’ll do this again. I want that so much.”
Ellen’s voice cracked on those last five words.
“I promise,” struggling to utter two little words. My own voice cracking.
Epilogue.
We did a repeat the following year only this time it was a full month. It would be our last. As we cuddled after a tender lovemaking, Ellen told me that she had started seeing someone. At that point, it was just casual dating, with nothing beyond that and she wasn’t sure where it would go.
I was home for Christmas the two families got together for the customary Christmas dinner. Afterward, we took a slow walk through the snow-covered pine trees. Holding her in my arms our lips reacquainted themselves. Looking at me, Ellen quietly explained how her relationship with the guy, who she had been seeing had deepened and that it would be difficult to explain her visiting me again over the summer. I understood, as I told her saddened face that I knew that this day would come and that I was truly happy for her. We each gave our final kiss before parting.
A little over a year later, I found myself back home for her wedding. Ellen insisted that I be part of the wedding party as an usher. She looked radiant as she flashed me a brief and knowing smile before heading down the aisle. Standing at the back of the church as my uncle handed her over to him almost tore my heart apart, but knowing that she was happy eased the pain.
We never kept our final promise to each other. Even with the passage of time and the distance between us our deep and unspoken love for each other remained cemented into our hearts and souls. It remained a secret we each took to our grave.