More than Kissing Cousins
Over the summer following my high school graduation, I'd be moving on to college. A family reunion was being held, but only my cousin Denise and I were the oldest teenagers. Our bond goes way back, as we used to play together often when our families lived near each other. We would swim in pools with no swimsuits on and no one thought much of it at all.
Back then, our families lived close, and my cousin Denise and I would spend our summers swimming at her home with its pool. However, her parents, Uncle Bill and Aunt Joan, relocated to a different part of the country, effectively ending our close encounters.
A few years later, our family planned a reunion, and my parents generously offered their home as host. The Hanrahan family, Denise, Uncle Bill, Aunt Joan, drove up to our city with Aunt Joan's grown up daughter. Denise, now a tall and beautiful woman, was in complete contrast to my teenage self. We reminisced about the past, teased each other, and talked about the future - of course, this brought a sense of nostalgia as Denise and I naturally fell back into old habits.
A few weeks after their arrival, Denise and I were in the driveway reminiscing when I suggested we visit the Hanrahans' house, specifically their pool. Denise is used to the informal setting and readily agreed. But she surprised me by changing into a bikini before we left the driveway.
My jaw dropped. Here was Denise, wearing a white string bikini, slipping into a chaise lounge. I ran to the laundry room, donned a swimsuit, and joined her outside. Denise dove into the pool from the diving board, her bikini illuminating her nipples, a sight that left my eyes widening. It got even more revealing as she resurfaced: her bikini was fully transparent, creating quite the show.
We exchanged glances. I dove in, and yes, I could see everything. Nipples, camel toe, and what seemed like a perfectly-smooth pubic area met my eyes. Suddenly, Denise invited me to jump from the diving board. We played for a while, swimming back and forth.
"Now that's refreshing," the beautiful Denise remarked, standing in shallow waters. As she excused herself to go to the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice the outline of her nipples and a shaved pubic area on her bikini.
Our Conversation
Me: Doesn't that bikini remind you of lace?
Denise: I've only ever owned one lace bikini. Do you think this looks like it?
Me: Absolutely. It's stunning.
Denise: Thank you, but do you want to take it off? I bet I have nothing on underneath.
Me: Well, It's a little much for a pool, but... who are we kidding?
Denise: You mean me?
Me: No, I'm going to take it off, too.
When we emerged from the bathroom, we each had fewer clothes on. The same white string bikini intensified the color of her nipples, and the silhouette of her vagina could be seen under the wet material. She dove in with her eyes glued to a well-toned Jason. I rose up to see the top of her head underwater, sporting her bikini.
Me: Did you watch me?
Denise: Just catching my breath.
Me: Then you saw my erection.
Denise: See to believe?
Me: You figured?
Denise: Nope. I've been craving sex for years while I had it because I needed to feel not used or… filled. It's more about the way he strokes his fingers along my emotional wiring than the act itself.
Jason: I'm here.
Denise paused to offer her hand to me. "That's all? You know when Aunt Joan had kids... she went to class with me, and they can't help but be curious."
Me: I don't mind having kids here. Shocked?
Denise: No. It just means I'm doing God's will. I'm a work of art, and my body is a canvas.
Jason: Can you do this?
Denise: You're a grown man. I'm a mature, receptive nymphomaniac.
She invited me to get ready as she moved toward my house to prepare for the evening. Once we were done with our small tour, we found our positions.
"Could I... hmm. Hell. My brother reads these," I muttered as I envisioned him in an adoring pose, my cock throbbing.
Denise climbed on top of me; the setting was suggestive and erotic.
"No," she said. "It feels like work to fuck in front of people. On a date, it's different. But not this. This isn't an event- This is true romance. The people around us are irrelevant if I can't see your face."
I admit I was far from ready, still fully clothed. But Denise was flexible enough to use my cock until the time was right.
"Take off my top," she said grabbing a pair of scissors off her tote bag.
Me: What are these?
Denise: Scissor bra.
I took the scissors and, without much thought, clipped Denise's bra straps, leaving her without cover save for her bikini.
"Do it, or stay in my contemplation."
The string cut close to the sides, leaving only a little fabric and my hands capable of removing it entirely. Denise grabbed hers and fiddled, and crossed her arms.
Me: Here.
We removed her bra, exposing her breasts. She flicked a crescent-shaped scar on her chest and I discerned two diamond shapes.
"My fur babies invaded my vagina while I was sleeping. I should know how it feels," she said and dived back into the water, disappearing.
Me: I'm not able to anymore.
"I don't want you coming unless you're ready. Anyway, are you holding in your cum, Jason?"
To my astonishment, Denise unclenched her legs to expose her vagina. "You may come in me."
"What should I do?"
"Go into me, Jason. It may hurt a little," she admitted.
We hugged, and I helped her climb aboard.
"Deep inside me," Denise declared. "Make it so rough so the world would know that my good friend and his dad experience one of the best moments in their lives because he's in me, and I want to be lodged in you."
I gently pushed into the soft material of the bikini, reaching Denise's pussy.
Together on the driveway, Denise and I engaged in athletic, passionate sex. I tried various positions, starting with a side hug. Then, we each gripped the other and pushed harder and deeper. The more determined I became, the rougher my thrusts.
In order not to hurt Denise, I pressed against her back with my penis dripping inside her pussy. But Denise was not familiar with rough sex, so we stepped inside her house to keep from scaring her family. Her pubic hair is still quite curly.
"Fuck me, Jason."
I hefted Denise and tossed her onto the soft mattress. Her tits shook, but before I touched her, the door swung open, a two-year-old entered, creating a kinkier atmosphere.
"Get your cousin, Jason," Denise said. "Make sure my kinkiness doesn't affect them negatively."
"I'll get us some towels," I suggested as I walked out of the pool and made my way to the cabinet at the edge of the pool. I retrieved two towels, one of which I handed to Denise, and the other used to dry myself off.
I returned to the lounge chair where I had previously been relaxing and, to hide my growing erection, I ensured I was lying face down. Denise followed, also drying off and taking her position on the other lounge chair, facing down.
"That was fantastic!", Denise exclaimed, recalling our childhood antics at our grandparents' swimming pool. "Remember how we used to run around naked together? Those were amazing times, and I took particular notice of your cute little white bottom and the time you asked my mom where my 'peepee' was."
Whether or not I had ever had that conversation, it was not worth denying at this point. I felt my cheeks flush as the memory revived. "Yes, those were the days. They seem like a lifetime ago. It's a pleasure that we're all reuniting, and rediscovering our shared childhood memories."
"Absolutely. I dearly miss having you as a playmate. I adored all those moments we had together."
As we chatted and relived our past, we reminisced about our teenage years too. Denise mentioned a few dates she'd been on and spoke about going to the senior prom just a few weeks before the reunion. I inquired about her love life but learned that she hadn't had any significant relationships.
Around this time, the intense afternoon sun was making the day hot. Denise took out a bottle of sunscreen from her bag and instructed, "Can you put sunscreen on me? I don't want to burn."
Before complying, she peeled her bra off her bikini top, not seeming embarrassed in the least. This exposed her breasts, undoubtedly a size 34B. I covered her back in sunscreen then gently rubbed it in. "Just your back for now," she teased.
Later, we both dozed off, lulled into a tranquil afternoon sleep. After a while, Denise awoke me with a soft voice, "Jason, are you conscious?"
"Yes, I am now."
"I'm heating up. Let's go back into the pool and cool off."
"Sounds lovely," I agreed, watching Denise leave her bra on the poolside and swimming off to the other side of the pool to dive in. Inspired by this, I also reentered the pool. Denise swam beneath me, seizing the hem of my swimming shorts and, without any hesitation, swiftly pulled them off.
"What the...?" I began, as she burst into laughter.
"Don't you remember me pulling your shorts off like this when we were kids? You always seemed so furious whenever I did it."
I remembered the incident vividly. "I sure do, and do you remember how I'd retaliate?"
Denise blushed. "Yeah, I do." I grabbed her bikini bottoms and swiftly pulled them down her legs, now freeing her legs.
"Gotcha!" I chuckled, now lifting Denise up from behind and resting her on my shoulders.
"EEK!" she yelped. "I had forgotten about that too."
"We had so much fun doing this kind of stuff together back then. I'm delighted you're the same cousin I remember, only even more exquisite as a grown-up."
"You're not so unattractive yourself," Denise flirtatiously tweaked my nipples.
"Beware, beware! Reciprocation is fair play," I cautioned, gently playing with hers.
We engaged in a frivolous war, teasing and joking with each other for a considerable length of time. But Denise finally said, "I'm very parched. Is there something we can drink in the house?"
"Certainly. We've got a lot of beverages. Let's get dry and then go investigate the fridge."
We left the pool and toweled off, sporting our towels around our waists. We then passed through the house and found ourselves at Mr. H's bar. Denise opened the refrigerator and pondered, "What would you prefer?"
"He's got beer, and we can create anything you want. You ever tried apple jack and 7-Up?"
"No, but it sounds appealing. I'd be ready to try it," Denise answered with a slight naughty chuckle.
Without hesitation, I made two apple jacks and 7-Ups. Perhaps they were a little potent, but the soda overcame any hint of alcohol. I handed Denise her beverage, and we made a toast: "To good times."
She took a sip, locked eyes with me, and said, "This is pretty good." Then she finished off the drink, saying, "I was parched. Can I have another one?"
"Of course. On its way." Denise then took another hearty gulp of her second drink and let the towel covering her private areas drop to the floor.
I stooped to pick up the towel, and she said, "No need. We're among friends." Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed her breasts against my chest, and initiated a passionate, wet kiss on my lips that led to her tongue invading my throat.
"Are you OK?" I asked her.
"I've never been better. I'm here, naked, with my gorgeous cousin, and we're sharing some drinks," she said with a bit of a slur, indicating that my cousin was starting to feel the effects of the apple jack.
I leaned over and kissed Denise, and the exchange of tongues happened. Denise, however, held onto my erect member and, ultimately, decided to get on her knees and portion my penis into her mouth, gently sucking on its tip.
"Divot, what are you doing? This isn't quite right. We're cousins," I argued.
"I've wanted to do that to you since I got out of the vehicle back in the driveway. Moreover, don't fret, I'll maintain it neat because I relish swallowing," she instructed. "But first, I require you to consume me."
"I, I, I'm going to perform what?"
"You're going to provide oral just like I just did to you," she said while spreading her legs apart. This allowed me the access needed to perform oral sex on her.
"But I've never done that before," I objected.
"It's simple. Start by licking my pussy, then work your tongue up to the top, and there is a tiny, nubby-like thing there. That's my clit, and it's quite sensitive. Suck on that for a moment or two, and you'll realize what happens."
So, I commenced with the task of licking Denise's pussy, which was glistening with excitement. It was different, but her secretions had a slightly salty flavor that I found acceptable. Concurrently, I imagined from where those secretions were emanating, which enhanced the experience for me.
As I continued, my tongue explored its entire length and approximated the top, where I performed as instructed and sucked on Denise's clit. It was a delightful experience, as her juices flowed, her heart rate accelerated, and her breaths became labored.
"Oh, wow. That was amazing. I hope you have more where that came from," she inquired. "However, before we get to that, you need to seriously fuck me. And please make sure you haven't come."
Denise had barely uttered those words when I sensed that I was near the point of eruption and quickly withdrew my penis from her vagina as a string of semen shot out and covered her breasts.
"Nice. Very nice! I just hope you have more," she requested with anticipation. "Now, you're going to have to thwart your climax and screw me."
We spread some towels on the floor and Denise lay down and spread her legs wide, allowing easy infiltration to her glistening pussy. I straddled her legs and embedded my rock-hard penis into her warm, damp vagina.
"I'm supposing I'm open enough," she remarked. "So, insert the whole thing."
I did as instructed and was soon in my entire length.
"That feels incredible. Now, fuck me, but don't you dare cum inside me because we're not using a prophylactic and I'm not on the pill either," Denise requested.
"Okay, but I'm likely going to climax sooner than later."
"When you think you're close, you absolutely have to pull out of me. There's no debate."
Denise had barely finished speaking when I sensed that I was nearing my limit and swiftly retracted my penis from her vagina, barely avoiding ejaculation amidst a shower of semen sprinkling her breasts.
"Aww, that was splendid," she cooed, followed by, "but you're not done yet. I need you to penetrate me again. However, you have to withdraw before you come, or I may get pregnant."
"Alright, I'll try."
Denise then began gently applying pressure to my penis, seemingly enjoying the experience as it had been building all afternoon. But then her arms came around my neck, roaming down my back to my buttocks, and before I knew it, she was on her knees, urging me to consume her.
I did as instructed and slowly, inch by inch, entered her wet pussy. Using my forefingers, I expertly grazed her clitoris, increasing the engorgement and moisture in her sensitive area. I withdrew and positioned it for another frantic thrust and found it to be more than satisfying, all while she moaned with delight.
"Denise, I'm so close," I exhaled, slightly panicked.
"Denise, where do you want me to cum?"
"On me, cum on me. I love to taste cum. Now, you have to cum quickly, or I might become pregnant."
"This is ridiculous," I thought, but I resumed thrusting.
"Oh god, I'm so close," I groaned.
"Denise, where do you want me to cum?"
"On me. I love to taste cum. It's time to climax," Denise advised, anxiety in her tone and the reality of a potential pregnancy in her eyes.
Author's Note: While my cock was partially out, I had to turn to escape her grasp. Disengaged and ready, I began jerking off. I noticed a small template on the wall, and I visibly landed a portion of my cum onto it. In seconds, I thrust into her one last time and erupted.
"Fuck," I uttered, exhausted.
"Holy shit," Denise gasped, in awe of what had just occurred.
I lurched forward and whisked away my weakness as her mouth hung open.
"I tried," I muttered. "But that outlet you found in the corner got me."
"Great! That's exactly how things were supposed to unfold. But seeing how much passion there was, I believe the two of us need to cool off a bit by taking a dip in the pool. The smell of cum will be overpowered by the chlorine's aroma," said Denise as she got up and collected the towels, heading for the door. I quickly followed her.
Denise made her way to the deep end of the pool and jumped in, while I did the same a few moments later. After swimming a couple of laps, we both emerged from the water, feeling rejuvenated from the thrilling afternoon.
"All we have to do now is get dressed in our shorts and t-shirts and retrieve our swimsuits and towels. Then, let's head back to that family gathering to see if the barbecue is done since I'm starving."
"So am I," I said. "And you know what, Denise?"
"What's that?" Denise asked.
"I'm really glad you don't have a cock."
Denise chuckled mischievously. "Me too, Jason. Me too."
"Does that make us incestuous cousins then?" I inquired.
"I'd say we ought to call it that because if our parents found out we were calling each other 'fucking cousins,' they'd be pretty upset."
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