Veronica on the beach [MF]

This is a story that happened this year, and before you jump to conclusions, it doesn’t involve incest. I’ll get to it later, but bear with me for now.
I have a fairly large extended family. My dad comes from a family of 8 kids, and my mom from a family of 7. Our family reunions are loud, crowded, and definitely not the place for an introvert like myself. My mom’s side of the family is larger, and I usually spend family reunions doing my own thing and begrudgingly joining the family for dinners. The age disparity of my mom’s side of the family is all over the place, and I have a bunch of cousins who are preteens while others are fully grown adults in their mid to late 30’s. I happen to be 25, and there aren’t any cousins on my mom’s side around my age.

The only exception is Veronica. Veronica and I usually hang out at family reunions because we were both going through middle school and high school at the same time. We shared interests and had similar political views, which is a breath of fresh air in my very liberal family. However, one thing in particular stood out about Veronica. Everyone on my mom’s side of the family is Italian with brown hair and either has brown, hazel, or green eyes. Veronica had platinum blonde hair and blue eyes, the only child of my Aunt B and Uncle T. Aunt B had brown eyes and Uncle T had green eyes and they both had brown hair, so as a child, I found it odd that Veronica had such different hair and eye color from them. Aunt B and Uncle T were also of much darker complexion than Veronica, who had very pale skin. However, I didn’t know how genetics worked, and just assumed that Veronica’s appearance was normal.

This year, we had a family reunion of my mom’s side at the usual location in Florida. Some of the family was staying in nearby hotels, while my family, Veronica’s, and another family stayed at my grandparents house in the city. I did my own thing and kept my distance from the teenaged cousins while the aunts and uncles mingled. One evening, while all of the relatives were on the beach playing volleyball, I was sitting on the porch of my grandparents house reading a book when Veronica came up next to me. She had gone to play volleyball, but decided to come back. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she said to me, looking at the sunset. I had been so busy reading my book that I failed to notice the brilliant pink sky lighting up the clouds in a dazzling display of color. “Yeah, but I prefer to be away from the commotion, so that I can appreciate it better.” She laughed hard at my comment. “I wish I could just do this the entire reunion,” she said. “Same,” I concurred. We chatted a bit about school, life, and other topics. I had been in the military for a few years, so I had missed a few family reunions, and it was nice chatting. I never had realized how attractive she was with her combination of a freckled face, a petite body, pale skin, bright blue eyes, and light blonde hair. She was on the swim team and rocked a six pack of abs, which she showed to me and even let me feel.

After a little bit of conversation, I felt the urge to ask her a question. “You don’t look that much like your parents, Veronica. Are you…” “Yes, I am,” she replied. Adopted. I was afraid that my question would offend her in some way, but she seemed eager to talk about it. She found out from them when she was young, and even though she knew that they weren’t her birth parents, they were practically her parents all the same. Then, I made a comment that forever changed that week: “you have really pretty eyes,” I said. “Aww, thanks. Yours are pretty too, a nice shade of brown,” she said with a giggle. She stroked my cheek and laughed, and asked me about my military service. I told her about the time I was deployed to Afghanistan without going too much into the more intense details. “Gosh, you’re like, really hardcore,” she said as I described life on an FOB. I told her about the physical demands of my job, and she responded “you must be, like, really strong from carrying all that stuff.” I coyly said, “a little” and flexed my arm. Her eyes widened as she saw my bicep. I had gotten a little… chunkier since I left the military, but still had my fairly large sized arms from my time in the service. She felt my bicep, and I felt a tingle rush through my body. Now that she had been confirmed to not be related to me, I was starting to see her differently. I was getting turned on, and it seemed like she was as well.

She played with her hair as she told me about her time on the swim team and how it compared to my military service. I nodded along, but I was getting more turned on by the minute. My eyes drifted down to her chest, and she noticed. I snapped my eyes back onto her face, but she started laughing and said “it’s ok, I like you too.” We locked eyes for a second, and both started smiling. The tension in the air was palpable. My heart raced and I could feel an erection coming on. She said to me, “I’ll tell you what, let’s have a competition to see who’s tougher. I bet that I could take you in a wrestling match.” I stood up and realized how outmatched she was. I’m 6’1, and she’s only 5’2. I’m burly and muscular, and she was toned but quite skinny and clearly not even close to being as strong as me. Nonetheless, I said to her “ok, let’s go the living room, little girl.” She giggled and poked me in the ribs before walking off. I got a good look at her ass and I could see how large and firm it looked. Her front view was pretty nice as well.

I realized that she knew she had no chance of beating me and was just doing this because she was attracted to me. She pulled off her sweatshirt to reveal a sports bra underneath, and those abs that I felt earlier. Despite having pale skin, her abs were well defined and stuck out on her skinny body. She cracked her neck and hopped in place for a second, making her breasts jiggle. By this point, I was fully erect and having trouble thinking clearly as I imagined what she looked like underneath what little she had on. I took off my shirt and cast it aside, making sure to flex my torso. She put her hand on her mouth and giggled, then said “I think this is gonna be tough, but I’ll beat you.” I knew that she had no chance, and realized that I had to let her win and avoid injuring her. We squared up for a second, and the match was on.

We started off by locking fingers together and pushing each other back. She wasn’t even close to being able to push me, but I let her push me backwards and into the wall. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my torso, then attempted to throw me to the ground. She had surprising leg strength and I was barely able to keep my balance as she attempted to trip me up, but I relented and let myself fall to the carpet. She mounted me and pinned my arms down with her own. I was clearly much stronger than her and could have easily pushed her off, but I let her sit on top and gloat. “Aww, the big soldier man’s losing to a little girl.” I pretended to struggle even harder before giving up. “That was easy, big man. Now I’ve got you,” she said as she lowered her chest to mine. Seeing my opportunity, I broke my arms free and wrapped them around her torso, throwing her off me and in turn mounting her. It took very little of my strength to pin her arms to the ground, and they were small enough to easily let my fingers wrap nearly all the way around. She struggled to get free, and I taunted her by lowering my head down to her torso and sticking my tongue out. She laughed, “you’re dirty!” and even harder as I licked her abs, then kissed them. “You better work out something besides your abs, Veronica,” I said to her. She exaggerated a grunt as I let her throw me off. She mounted me once again and said to me, “now it’s you turn.” She ran her tongue all around my body, stopping to suck and kiss my neck. I saw another opportunity and pulled her head in close, locking eyes with her only inches apart. In the blink of an eye, we were kissing.

Her grip on my arms loosened as we kissed. I bit down on her lip and we let our tongues explore each others mouths. My hand ran up her smooth, almost baby soft skin and ended up on her breast. Soon, I was fondling and caressing both of them as we passionately kissed for almost a full minute. We stopped, locked eyes, and resumed our match, although with much more fondling. I went for her breasts and she would go for my cock. We tumbled around, taking turns pinning each other while kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I ran my hand through her soft, silky hair and she felt all up and down my arms and chest. At one point, I had her in a rear naked choke from behind and teased her for ending up in this compromising position. My cock was now hard as a rock, and I rocked her back and forth against it as I teased her. “You’re mine now, little girl, and you’re not getting out of this hold no matter what. You’re my plaything.” She struggled to get free, but I held her still. However, she used her legs to push me onto my back, breaking my hold momentarily and allowing her to get free. Before I could sit up all the way, she managed to get behind me and wrapped herself around my back and put me in the same chokehold. She was laughing like a madwoman as she held me locked up, despite my signifigant size advantage. For a second, I couldn’t get free. “Yeah, I got you now, big boy,” she teased. “Look at those big muscles now, good for nothing. I told you I’d win.” For a second, I could feel my pride being hurt as she had legitimately gotten the better of me. “Don’t feel bad though, I think you put up a good fight. But in the end, the little girl beat the big man.” I then managed to roll over onto my stomach, then stood up with her still on my back. I used my arms to pry hers loose and then turned around to face her. I remember the look in her big, blue eyes being even sexier than ever as I made my move.

My hands went behind her back, as she struggled to free herself. I was trying to undue her brastrap, and once she realized what I was doing, stopped struggling and helped me undo it. It came off and out fell those two beautiful, C cup sized breasts fell out, unburdened by the sports bra. She gave me a devilish smile and pulled me close allowing them to rub against my torso. I pushed her back just so I could feel them, and while I was caressing them, she hooked my leg and managed to throw me to the ground. “You’re so naughty, pulling your own cousin’s bra off like that,” she said to me with a pout on her face. “Now I’ll teach you,” she said as she pulled down my shorts. I pretended to struggle as she pulled off my underwear, leaving my erect cock in full view. “Haha, you can’t wrestle, but you sure have a nice cock,” she said. Her mouth went right over my cock, up and down as I laid there in a feeling of pure ecstasy. She stopped before I could cum and I went to town on her pussy, licking it up and down as my fingers ran around her pelvis. She was moaning so hard that I worried about a relative coming home early and hearing it, but I couldn’t stop now. I was in the middle of fucking my “cousin”, exploring every inch of her body and discovering the forbidden joy that had been obscured for so long behind the veil of family.

After years of fucking sub-par women who hung around military bases and the occasional barracks slut, I was finally able to go to town on a proper woman. A sexy, blue-eyed, blonde haired woman with a smoking body who happened to be my cousin, but not by blood. It was like losing your virginity to a supermodel. My cock was large enough that I had difficulty fitting it in at first, but before long, she was panting and groaning loud enough to nearly hurt my ears. I was careful to give her the pleasure she needed by teasing her pussy with my fingers and tongue, and to prevent myself from cumming too early. I was wearing a condom, but was nervous about spoiling the experience by cumming too quick. I flipped her on her stomach and did it doggy style. I let her ride my cock like a cowgirl. I fucked her over the couch. We fucked standing, sitting, and lying down. I find it hard to remember positions that we didn’t fuck in. Part of what made it so pleasurable was how we would take breaks from pure penetration to wrestle around for a little, doing a routine where I would thrust my cock into her as I pinned her or she would ride my cock while holding my arms in place. At times, I yanked her hair and made her into my bitch, only to reverse roles and have her dominate me by squeezing my balls. She got me onto my stomach and raked her fingernails across my back, then flipped me over and did the same to my chest. At one point, I lifted her off the ground and onto my cock as we kissed, the memory that stands out most from that evening. We were fucking like animals, and it felt like I had experienced more pleasure in that short evening with her than I had ever felt in my entire life. I had fucked some wild girls, but nothing compared to the thrill of fucking my own “cousin”.

Eventually, we had to finish as we both became tired from our joint wrestling/fucking session. I managed to get her to cum by teasing her clit combined with smack talk about how I’m the alpha male. Then, I decided to pull the condom off and have her rub and suck my shaft until I felt myself ready to explode. She leaned back and I exploded all over her chest, the color of the semen blending nicely with the color of her skin. I collapsed onto the couch, and she climbed up as well, falling into my arms. My cock was completely limp and the most erotic thoughts had stopped racing through my head. I felt a twinge of sadness at the thought of the sex being over, but then ran my hand across her body and was comforted. She turned around to face me and we had a kiss, a short one, but just as passionate as before. “I think I love you, Veronica,” I said. To tell the truth, it wasn’t pure, romantic love and rather more of a primal attraction. “I love you too. You made me feel better than my boyfriend ever could.” “Boyfriend?!?” I said with a laugh that was half filled with nervousness. “Yeah, but we’re long distance. It gets lonely sometimes,” she replied. “Every part of your body is a treasure,” I said, ignoring the corniness of the line. I didn’t really know what else to say to her. She had been my cousin for years, and I was starting to feel a little confused about my feelings towards her. We were clearly attracted to each other, but it still felt like I had done something wrong with a family member. As if she sensed my thought, she said to me, “To me, you’re an amazing guy. A funny, strong, sexy guy who knows how to make a woman feel right.”

We laid there for a couple minutes until I heard the downstairs door open and my Aunt B’s voice. “Veronica? Hello? Are you ready for dinner? Everyone else is coming soon.” I heard her say. Quickly, she lept off the couch, gathered her clothes, and ran into the bathroom. A few seconds later, I heard the shower turn on. I got dressed as fast as possible and ran over to the stairs. “Oh, hi Aunt B, Veronica’s in the shower,” I quickly said. “Oh, well, tell her when she gets out that we’re going to cook dinner in just a few minutes. “Will do Aunt B,” I replied. There were 4 days left in that vacation, and those 4 days were mixed with happiness and sadness. I was happy that I had such an incredible, once in a lifetime experience with Veronica. However, whenever I looked at her, I felt sad that our night together likely wasn’t going to happen again, if at all ever again. I felt strongly attracted to her and dreamed about what it would be like if we could date and get married. Obviously, no one in our family would ever approve, and we would be outcasts.

On the final night before my flight home, Veronica came up to me as I was getting ready for bed. She whispered to me that her parents were out at a hotel with the other relatives and wouldn’t be back until the next morning, and invited me to her room. She was just as sexy as ever and I resisted the urge to ask for one last fuck, as I knew that we would likely wake up my family and end up in deep trouble. However, we just laid side by side in that bad, kissing and cuddling for several hours, staring into each others eyes until we drifted off to sleep. In the morning. I woke up spooning her and laid there awake for several more minutes contemplating what an incredible experience I had. I wondered if I would ever find a girl like her, or if she was just a momentary blessing in my life that I had to treasure in my memory. Lying down with her convinced me that the connection that we had was very real and not just pure lust, and that I really did love her. As I flew away that morning, I comforted myself with the knowledge that even if we never got to be with each other ever again, our time together and the memories can’t be taken away by anything.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/desjnc/veronica_on_the_beach_mf