We were always close, Phil and I. When we were little we were inseparable when together and were always disappointed when we had to go our separate ways. Luckily, my cousin was only ever an hour away and our family were always planning to get together over every little thing giving us plenty of time together. It’s funny, now that I look back on it, how much I loved him and how much I love him now.
Another family get-together. No reason in particular, just everyone wanting to be around each other. We pulled up to my uncle’s farm and were welcomed warmly by the household. I was , of course, excited most to see Phil. We caught each other’s eyes last, purposefully greeting each other last. He’s taller than I am, shaved head, always wearing some sort of plaid shirt and jeans. He’s built like a farmer, not a mountain of muscle but lean and toned. When our eyes met I felt a smile play across my lips as we looked each other over. I made sure to put on a flowing blue sundress just for him.
“Hey you!” He greeted me with a warm and snug hug. He smelled so good I didn’t want to pull away. It had been a good year, pretty much the longest we had been a part, since we saw each other last. We spent a few minutes talking outside about life before we went inside. The rest of the day was spent playing games with the family, laughing, sharing stories, it was great, it always was.
It was during dinner that things started to… Heat up. We sat next to each other as we always did and I swear I kept catching him looking down at my chest. Once everyone had finished eating, we did what we always did and sat around the table and just talked. I leaned my head on Phil’s shoulder and he moved closer to me. I’m not sure how much later it was, but I felt his hand rest on my knee. My heart stopped. Surely he didn’t mean to touch my knee like that. Soon he was pulling my dress up until his fingers traced across my bare leg causing my breath to catch. His hand grasped my thigh firmly, the what of it exciting me while he slid it slowly up my thigh before stopping close to my crotch. I nuzzled into him, watching the others at the table, hoping no one was going to notice.
My dad must have noticed my flushed face and asked me if I was feeling okay. I told him I was just feeling a little hot and that I may need to go home a bit early. I had come with my dad and mom so Phil offered to drive me which was more than okay with our family. We said our goodbyes and went to his truck.
The first thirty minutes of the drive were spent in silence. Neither of us spoke or looked at each other. I felt like I was going to vomit. I was so nervous. The truck suddenly slowed down and took an exit off the highway I had never seen. It led into a forested area that had been owned but recently vacated. The bumpy road was no help to the butterflies in my stomach. Phil found another place to turn, finding a secluded spot to park.
With the car off, we sat in silence for what felt like, god I don’t know, forever. Eventually I chanced a look at him and our eyes met and I broke. His left hand reached across to cup my cheek and pull me closer to him. My eyes closed as our lips met, softly kissing to start. My hand went to his chest as I moved closer, our kiss turning to passion, our tongues exploring each other. I could feel his hand grasp my leg, sliding quickly under my dress to grasp my round ass and causing me to let out a moan.
My hand moved down to his pants, quickly undying his belt and pants to grasp the outline of his already hard cock over his boxers. I could feel him twitch and his breath catch for a moment before he gripped my panties and pulled them down. My legs moved in time with him, allowing my underwear to slip off quickly.
“Fuck me Phil.” I gasped at him, moving to straddle him as our kiss deepened. My hand still on his cock, I held it up and slowly began lowering myself onto him. It felt amazing, feeling his cock stretch my already wet cunt. Our kissing stopped so we could breath, staring into each other’s eyes. Every inch of him made my thighs quiver until he filled me entirely making me let out a long low moan.
“Beth” he breathed, hands going under my dress to hold my thighs. My hands cupped his face and I began moving my hips back and forth, feeling his cock press into my g-spot over and over. I was slow to start, letting the euphoria of the moment take over. One of the shoulder straps of my dress slid down my shoulder prompting Phil to pull it down further, leaning in to suck on my nipple. I threw my head back with a moan and sped up my grinding into him. The truck rocked with our fucking and soon we were both gasping, grunting, and moaning to each other. Our fingers dig into each other, marking our body with scratches.
Sex with Phil… There’s just nothing like it. To this day, when we have each other, I think back to the moment we finished. His cock twitching inside me and he whispered to me he was going to cum, choking off his words as he did. His warm cum shot up inside me, the feeling was too much and braced down onto him feeling myself cum as well. The feeling of my pussy tightening on his cock spurred him forward, grunting loudly with a few more thrusts.
We sat, embracing each other for sometime. Eventually pulling away to look at each other. We giggled, both blushing. I looked down and away wondering what this feeling was. Turning back to him I quickly leaned in to kiss him quickly on the lips. He smiled at me, brushed some hair from my face, and pressed his forehead to mine.
*Thanks for reading! I’m planning one writing more for this story and have some other ideas I’d like to work on too. They won’t all be incest, I just thought this was hot! Love yeah!*
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/i96qos/when_the_wrong_feels_so_so_right_fmincpart_1
Very hot, please keep writing ✍️
This is something else. The passion of the characters was very well fleshed out. Please don’t ever stop writing. I’m gonna go follow you.