We knew it was wrong. We knew it the first time we kissed in the rec room at Thanksgiving. We knew it when we groped each other in the pool at the summer family reunion when nobody was looking. We knew it when we snuck off to the pool house and I gave him a blow job until he came in my mouth. We knew it the first time we had sex in my parents basement when his parents had come to visit.
If our parents ever found out, I had no idea what they would do.
It had been two years since we had seen each other and I was seeing David. I met him in my last year of high school and we had been dating about six months when we finally graduated. David had gone to college about an hour away and I missed him like crazy. It had been about three weeks since I had last seen him and we talked every day on the phone. I stayed at home and went to college close by to save money. It was a sacrifice but I knew it would be worth it in the end when David and I could be together and have a bright future.
I returned home one day after class and tossed my book bag on the desk beside the front door. I was ready to head to my bedroom and spend an afternoon relaxing, but the universe had other plans. When I turned to look into the living room, I saw him- my cousin, sitting in the green armchair staring at me as I stood in shock. My parents and my Aunt and Uncle sat drinking coffee and chatting. Their family had moved farther from us and we hadn’t seen them in two years since my Uncle got a job moving around the country. I had no idea my Aunt and Uncle were planning to come for a visit and I certainly didn’t expect after all this time for my ex-lover/cousin sitting in my living room looking back at me.
All the feelings I had suppressed over the last two years came flooding back. Each and every time we had touched and kissed and fucked. We knew we shouldn’t be doing it, and over the last twenty-four months I had pretended I didn’t feel what I was feeling. I had gotten very good at it, too. After meeting David I convinced myself that it was all just a taboo fantasy that had gotten out of hand. I committed to a new and normal relationship and had convinced myself that I as finally happy. Then I saw him.
His sandy brown hair danced across his forehead and he brushed it from his eyes when he saw me. I forgot how much I loved that face. His smooth, pale skin. His bright blue eyes like crystals shining against a dark backdrop. Those lips. My God, those lips were intoxicating. I remember them pressed against my neck so firm and soft. His arms were so strong and muscular I could already feel them wrapped around me in a tight embrace. How could I resist him when he sat right here in front of me?
“Hey, Princess!” My Uncle piped up when he saw me. “Long time no see! Come give your old Uncle a hug!” I stood paralyzed, my eyes fixated on this beautiful young man that I had tried so hard to forget about. I snapped out of my trance when my dad cleared his throat and I looked around the room at everyone staring at me.
“Oh, yeah of course.” I said, rounding the corner of the coffee table and leaning in for an awkward hug with my Uncle. I avoided my cousins stare and obligatorily hugged my Aunt. Pleasantries were exchanged and at the first opportunity I excused myself to my bedroom. I needed to get out of there, I hadn’t expected this and needed to regain my composure after the surprise of seeing him again. I grabbed my book bag from the hall desk and started to make my way down the hall to my bedroom, when I heard my father shout out to me.
“Hey, Princess! Why don’t you take your cousin to your bedroom and catch up while the old bastards talk out here. He hasn’t seen your bedroom since you got rid of your Barbie sheets!” Laughter sounded through the house and my cheeks turned red as I looked back at them over my shoulder. I giggled nervously and looked again at my cousin who stared straight faced at me. Our parents looked back and forth at each of us until finally he stood up.
“Yeah, lets see what you got in there now girl, let me guess…My Little Pony?” He smirked, the parents chuckling and then continuing with their own conversation now that the kids were occupied. I smiled and turned back down the hall, reluctantly leading him to me bedroom.
We entered my bedroom and I tossed my bag onto the chair in the corner of my room next to the closet. I avoided eye contact as much as possible. It felt so awkward to see him after all this time, especially after having never talked about what had been happening between us over the years. It was a conversation I didn’t want to have, and apparently I was lucky enough that he didn’t want to talk either.
Before I could say a word I felt his rough hands caress my shoulders and his fingertips run softly down my arms. Those perfect lips found my neck the way they used to and he began to kiss me and slide his tongue up my neck and nibble on my earlobe.
“Fuck…mmm.” I felt myself melting into his hands, the last two years falling away and everything going dark as my eyes fluttered closed. He moaned gently into my neck and my eyes snapped open. “No. We can’t do this. Our parents are like twenty feet away.” I pulled away and turned to face him.
“Shh-sh, listen. They never knew before, they wont know now.” He assured me, stepping closer and taking my hands in his. My God, he was so strong. His big hands enveloped mine, his muscular arms bulging and inviting me in to his chest. I shook my head and pulled my hands away, stepping back until I was pressed against the far bedroom wall.
“No. I- I have a boyfriend now.” I informed him, my eyes welling with tears. He stepped slowly toward me, his eyes filled with hurt and desperation. I just kept shaking my head and fighting back the tears that threatened my eyes. “No no no. I just can’t. I can’t do this again, it was so long ago. We were teenagers. Just kids. We gave in and did something wrong and it was a huge mistake! I know that now and this last two years has been so much better for us, not seeing each other.”
I spoke softly but firmly, but he didn’t seem to hear me. He inched closer and closer, his lips silently begging for me, his eyes pleading for me to just shut up and hold him. I ignored his piercing eyes and stared down at my shoes.
“Please. Just, let me move on. All of this that happened between us, it’s over. It was wrong and it’s done. I’m with David now and I’m happy, I finally have a normal boyfriend and a normal relationship. Nothing else can happen between us.” My eyes shut as tears started to flow down my cheek. Before the first tear fell, he was on me. His arms wrapped around me in a loving embrace and his piercing eyes looked deep into my soul. He pressed his beautiful lips against mine and and with the wall at my back, I had nowhere to flee. It didn’t matter, I couldn’t resist his kiss, there was suddenly nowhere in the entire world that I would rather be in that moment.
I let him explore my mouth, our lips connecting and our tongues dancing. His hands pressed against my back and pulled me closer into his warm, firm chest. My fingers ran through his dandy hair and caressed the back of his neck. I had forgotten how soft and hot his skin was, how his mouth tasted, how his fingers danced across my body. Just as I lost myself in this passionate moment, he pulled away. His hands held my face and he looked into my eyes.
“The Pierre Montegie Hotel on West Fifth Street, tonight. The key will be at the desk, just ask the clerk. Meet me in room 291 at 9:30 tonight. I’ll be waiting for you.” With that, he stroked my cheek, he turned, and he left. I heard him say goodbye to the family and then head out the front door.
I stood in my bedroom, leaning against the wall, shocked. What the hell had just happened? It was all so much at once. Seeing him here in my house, trying so hard to resist his charms and tell him once and for all that what happened between us in the past had to end there. But it was just no use. How could i say no to those eyes? Those lips…everything about him was completely irresistible. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, there had always been something about him that drew me to him. I was a giggling school girl every time he flashed those baby blues in my direction. His touch was intoxicating and feeling his warmth against my body made me feel so safe and comfortable. I reached down and slid my hands down my pants, feeling how wet I was. This was what he did to me, this is the effect he had on me and he always did. I knew it was wrong, I had said as much to him just seconds earlier, but I knew. I knew that at 9:30 that night, I would be at that hotel, I would walk up to the front desk, pick up the key that awaited me, and I would go up to that room and give in to him all over again.
And that was exactly what I did. I sat in my bedroom arguing with myself for hours until finally I put on my sexiest black dress, my sluttiest underwear, and told my parents I was going out for a drink with the girls.
It was 9:21pm and I stood in front of the hotel room door. I was early, but I had been there for almost ten minutes, standing in the hallway with the key in my hand. I fiddled and fumbled with the key card and nervously bit my lip as I stared at the numbers on the door. What the hell was I doing? I loved David, he was good for me. Safe, normal. But I never felt the passion, the excitement. I mean, he was my cousin, it was forbidden. Taboo. Adventurous. I knew it was wrong, in so many ways. But I just couldn’t fight with myself anymore. I took a deep breath, adjusted my dress and tidied my hair. I dabbed on one last dollop of lip gloss and i screwed my courage. I slid the key card through the slot in the door and pushed as the lock buzzed me in.
The entrance was dark, but I could clearly see that the room was a full suite. He had really gone all out for this night. I could tell he had prepared well for this, as rose petals formed a path on the ground from the door, through the suite and leading to a closed door that I assumed was the bedroom. I stepped through the door and was met with candlelight flickering across the walls. I closed the door behind me and walked through the suite, candles and flowers decorating every surface. I knew that he had gotten a high paying job right out of high school with his father’s company, but he must have put a fortune into this night. I was flattered, and his effort made me realize how much I had missed him over the last two years. David was never this romantic and I was finally feeling happy about this night, rather than guilty.
I made my way down the hall, through the sitting room and to the closed door. I took another deep breath and turned the doorknob. I let the door swing open and I was greeted with a dimly lit bedroom. Candles covered the dresser and nightstand, the bed was decorated with the same rose petals that had led me to the room and the glasses of champagne sat waiting on the desk at the foot of the bed. My mind raced and my heart fluttered as I looked around the room. Before I could take it all in, the door on the far side of the bedroom opened, and there he was. He wore an all black suit, black button-up dress shirt and a black silk tie. His black dress shoes were shining in the candle light, as did his eyes when he saw me standing in the doorway.
“You came.” He said matter-of-factly. I simply nodded, my throat suddenly feeling dry. I swallowed hard and my heart thumped rapidly in my chest as I stared at him. He was beautiful. His broad build and his charming smile drew me in. He stepped toward me and took my hands. He felt warm, just like before, only this time I didn’t pull away. I looked deep into his eyes and leaned into him. He pulled me close and rested his hand on my lower back, leaning in to embrace me. His lips were soft and sweet and I didn’t try to resist. I still knew it was wrong, more wrong than it had ever been any of the other times. But it made it so much better.
We had grown up together, bathed together, slept together on family trips. If only our parents had known how we would feel about one another when we were children. They would have been sure to keep us apart. And now, with David being so far away, I couldn’t be expected to resist him. After all, even at sixteen years old, he had a memorable dick. Far bigger than Davids. Now, he was a man. I couldn’t wait to see him as he was, strong, muscular, a true man. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to wait long.
He started to pull down the straps of my dress and I followed his cue, pulling his jacket down off of his massive shoulders. His jacket fell to the floor and he continued to explore my tongue with his, as we quickly began to undress each other. My dress fell to the floor, exposing my lacy underwear. He looked me up and down and his breathing became heavy, he unbuttoned his pants while I worked on his shirt. Within seconds we were both standing in our underwear, our clothes thrown across the room carelessly.
We stood in the low light and looked at each other, just enjoying the sight of each others bodies. My hands trembled as I ran my fingernails down his toned abs. I felt a shiver shoot down my spine and all I could do is admire the defined body that he had developed over the years. He placed his hand on top of mine and pressed my palm into his muscular stomach. I shuttered and looked up into his eyes. That was all I could take.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him hard and we both fell onto the bed. I straddled him and began to grind my moist panties into his crotch. God, I could feel his massive member under his boxers, he was huge. Much bigger than David was. I bit his lip playfully and the pulled away, smiling. He smiled up at me and i stood at the foot of the bed and yanked his boxers down. I left the, hanging around his knees and crawled back on top of him. I pressed my breasts into his chest and our bodies writhed in anticipation. He was already rock hard and I couldn’t wait to feel that thick cock inside me again after so long.
I sat back on his hips and thrust my pelvis forward. I pulled my dripping panties to the side and revealed my shaved pussy. He reached forward and slipped his fingers between my wet lips, looked up at me the whole time. I smiled at him and then leaned forward. I planted one soft, teasing kiss on his lips and then lowered my ass down onto his lap. I was so wet, his cock slid into my waiting pussy so easily. Mmm, it was so big and long, he entered me easily but I still felt so full. I lowered myself all the way down and sat back, allowing him to thrust his hips up and fill my tight pussy completely. We both gasped at the sudden pleasure and I just sat there, enjoying the feeling of my long lost love and cousin inside me. Memories filed through my mind of us growing up together, our family gatherings and how sick and wrong it was that he was now penetrating me bareback in a hotel room. It was exciting, it was intoxicating, it was perfect.
With these thoughts, I began to grind and ride him. His breathing quickened his hands ran up my thighs until he was gripping me firm ass, his fingertips digging into my flesh. I moaned and my pace quickened, my own hands groping and squeezing my breasts as I enjoyed the feeling of his cock massaging my g-spot with every thrust. He had always had the perfect cock to hit all of my sweet spots, if I wasn’t careful I would cum soon.
I slowed down and leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of his head. I bounced my ass up and down fast on his cock and watched his face twist with pleasure. His soft moans were warm against my neck and his hands wander up my back. I rode him hard, groaning in his ear and gasping as my clit rubbed against his pelvis, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, until I stopped. I looked down and him and smirked, I loved teasing him. He smiled up at me and chuckled. Suddenly, his hand were around my waist. He pulled me close and flipped me over, his cock never leaving me. He laid me on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he started to fuck me.
My God. His speed, his technique, there was always this connection between us that made the sex something incredible. It was, in part, the taboo, but we also connected in a primal way. He fucked me hard, slamming my pussy and making me cry out with pleasure, moaning and writhing underneath him. He held himself up with one strong arm while the other hand fondled my heaving breasts. I felt myself nearing orgasm again, his body giving me everything I needed, but I wanted it to last. As if he read my mind, he slowed his pace. The sensation of his thick shaft sliding in and out giving me all the pleasure I needed without finishing too quickly. I saw in his eyes that he had an idea, and I knew exactly what it was.
“Remember the last few times? What I begged you for?” I did remember. It was months that we were fucking as teenagers and he had always wanted to try anal. I wa young and reluctant and always refused out of fear. But now was different. Now we were here and I wanted to experience every pleasure imaginable together. I smiled and nodded, and he knew.
He pulled out of me and crawled from between my legs. I immediately rolled over and propped myself up on my hands and knees in front of him. His firm hand groped my round ass and he enjoyed the sight before him. This was a monumental moment and he was going to enjoy it. I was giddy with anticipation. I had never tried it before but I was eager to try now. I looked over my shoulder to see him pull a bottle of lube from the nightstand. When he was sufficiently prepared, he slipped a lubricated finger into my ass. It felt cold but surprisingly nice. I let him warm me up, stretching my virgin ass hole with his thick fingers. First one, then two. I moaned as I enjoyed my first anal play and I could hear him stroking his lubed cock with his other hand, preparing to enter me.
Then, I felt it. The tip of his cock pressed against my hole. He very slowly pushed himself inside me, being so careful not to go too fast. He was so gentle and caring, and his huge cock felt massive in my tiny hole. But his care made it easy, after a while of teasing and preparation, he pushed himself inside me, filling me with his enormous mass. I shivered as his pelvis pressed against me, he was inside me and filling me completely. He was my cousin, and now I was his dirty little anal slave. I gave in completely to him, moaning in ecstasy as he pounded me aching hole. It felt incredible. So wrong, so dirty in so many ways, but so right.
He humped faster, stretching me and moaning into my back as his balls slapped against my dripping wet pussy. I had no idea I would enjoy it so much. The feeling of him filling my dirty hole sent another shiver down my spine and his warm hands grabbed my hips as he thrust harder and harder. I could feel him losing control, pounding me and grunting like a wild animals as he neared climax. I, too, couldn’t hold back any longer. I reached down with one hand and played with my clit as he fucked my ass. I began to scream his name and cry out to him, telling him that I was about to cum. At hearing this news, he let out one loud grunt as he slammed his fat cock into my tight hole and over and over.
“Fuck baby I’m cumming inside you!” He hollered.
That was it, I let out an earth shattering scream as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. Our bodies shook and our nadies slammed together like a mutual seizure. All my muscles contracted as the orgasm enveloped me. My skin burned with the sensation of his hands on me, and my sphincter tightened around his cock, squeezing him out of me.
Before I knew what had happened, we were laying in a pile on the bed next to each other, catching our breath and giggling to each other. We laid there for hours, our hands intertwined and our eyes locked. It was an experience that we would never forget and we would always use for our own pleasure for years to come. We made love three more times that night. Twice anally as we had discovered the most pleasurable experience that either of us had ever had. And it would forever be an experience that we only shared with each other.
No matter how far apart we were, or how long we were away, it was ours. And nobody could ever take this dirty, taboo night away from us.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/82cdtn/kissing_cousins_mfincesttaboo