So. This technically isn’t incest, and I’ll preface with my cousin (F) and I are related as our mothers are sisters. The guy I fucked (I’ll call Will) is cousins with F through his father and Will’s mother. Only related through my cousin on separate sides of a (divorced) marriage. But, it sounds and feels kinky and taboo nonetheless.
This spring, right after college graduation, I attended my cousin and his stunning wife’s wedding in the land of the Sun, Florida. I had just begun a new (short-lived) relationship with a friend from school, but it was still an open relationship. This was my first wedding since Covid had begun and everyone was vaccinated and ready to celebrate. My entire family was together for the first time in a while and it was the first time I was old enough at a big event like this to drink and make my own decisions. I know, I sound lame, but the last celebration was my high school graduation and that was not a fun time.
I was determined to look good, settling on a emerald green satin dress that went to mid-shin. I paired it with delicate white heels and a beautiful pearl necklace my stepfather gave me when he and my mom married. With my own, barely-there makeup and brushing and flat-ironing the Florida frizz out of my straight brunette (balayaged to blonde-ish, if you care), I thought I looked the hottest I had ever looked. I wasn’t wearing a bra, just nipple pasties (can’t be a total slut around my family), and a thin thong that promises not to make lines, I was dressed with the intention of people questioning who the girl in the dress was.
Anyway, once in the church, I learned that the cousins of my Cousin F were included as groomsmen in the wedding. Their mother affirmed to my mom that Will had also graduated from the same University I did, at the same ceremony two weeks prior. And once it came time for the ceremony, I watched him walk in and for some reason I got butterflies in my stomach. When he passed the pews of my family, he made an over exaggerated wink, presumably towards his family, but it made me want him more. Once Will and all the wedding party were in their proper places and the readings had begun, I started to zone out, fantasizing, feeling the little fabric covering my pussy dampening, I grew aware of a new set of eyes staring me down. When I realized it was Will, I knew my nights goals. The first? Make him pursue me.
Batting my eyelashes up, Will quickly averted his eyes, but quickly returning them when he thought the coast was clear. This continued the length of the ceremony, until we were all standing in the parking lot, ready to return to the hotel, air conditioning, and a cocktail hour and wedding reception both with an open bar. After suffering through family pictures in 90°F and 90% humidity, I finally was inside with a glass of champagne and Will approached me.
Now Will was not the most handsome guy there, I was at a wedding for two doctors, surrounded by all their doctor friends, but most seemed to have been taken already and I had my mark for the night. Will was about 5’11 to my 5’10-but-6’1-in-heels, piercing green eyes, black hair, and in a grey suit? I couldn’t resist.
Asking me about what I studied in school, and confirming I just graduated with him, I knew my first goal was accomplished. I explained my areas of study (there are three, yes. three) and he blinked his eyes in disbelief, then there was a hint of something else, lust? Infatuation? We weren’t even in the reception yet and he wanted me.
My next goal? Sustain the attraction but still flirt with anyone else that I could. Through the dinner and (several, several) drinks, I caught him staring at me, along with a few others. When the dancing began, I knew I had him. He was offering to bring me back drinks from the bar and was starting to bump up onto me when he could.
In between dances, he asked for my number and told me to come up to the after party. I didn’t want to tell him that my cousin already had invited me up. But I said I was going to go change out of my dress and heels and meet up there. Stripping out of the green satin dress, I chose to put on my black legging pants that tied by crossing around my waist plus a red wraparound crop-top and a tan cropped cardigan. I went to take off my pearl necklace, but it was too gorgeous to take off. When I got up to the rooftop suite, I saw Will and was motioned to grab a drink and sit with him. When no one was paying attention he ran his hand -and shivers- down my back and grabbed at my ass. I was just going to play coy that night, but something inside me needed Will that night. My goal shifted to finding a way to fuck him. It took some time, but when we both found a moment we went on a walk around the hotel gardens.
We wandered under a tree lit with lanterns and fairly lights, it was beautiful and eerie as it was late and we were some of the only people still out. We stood under the tree and danced for a moment, Will was trying to be cute, and I saw him working up the nerve to kiss me. When he finally leaned in to kiss me, my lips hovered over his before I broke into a smile and pulled away. I wasn’t going to let him have me that , a girl still has to tease 😉
“What makes you think you’re going to get to kiss me?” I turned smiling to him, trying to act all innocent. “We’re practically family” I reminded him, winking.
Walking up to me, Will smirked, “You know it’s just by marriage, and you’re going to kiss me because I know you want to”.
Well. He had me there. And before I had a chance to react, he grabbed my pants and pulled me forwards, feeling me, he smiled “Seems like you want more than just to kiss me.” Running his hand up from my now soaked thong and pants, he placed it on my throat and drew me in to kiss him.
At this point, I didn’t care where, I had to fuck him. We kissed under the tree and the twinkling lights and it felt like a moment out of some A24 coming of age movie where the main character is questionable. Hearing people walking up the pathway from the parking lot, we began walking a bit further down the path that led to the golf course. Indicating he knew where he was going, we open the gate with a no trespassing sign and once obscured by a few bushes, he was on top of me, kissing almost violently.
Pulling apart from me, he took off his suit jacket and laid it on the grass, laid on top of it, and motioned for me top get on top of him. The rushed frenzy of unbuttoning and taking off my pants and pushing of my thong to the side was a great moment of suspense. It was dark, I didn’t have an idea of what his size was. Before I got on top, the cock hungry slut that I am needed to go down on him. Looking at me with a question in his face, Will soon realized what I was doing, and the second my tongue flicked the tip of his head, the eyes rolled to the back of his head.
As I began to impress my skills on him, his moans became apparent that he wouldn’t last long. Before I was going to stop sucking and start riding, I had to take all of him in. He was mumbling something about taking in all of his “fat cock” and I for sure did my best to make him feel like I was deep throating him. Unfortunately, he was on the below average side and I had to exaggerate a bit to make him shut up about it.
I couldn’t take it anymore, climbing on top I began to ride him, at the right angle, he was hitting enough to make me start to moan. I was getting into it until he put one finger to my lip and told me to be quiet. I don’t know if it was because we could be caught outside or fucking Will, but I was too turned on to stop until he flipped me over and put a hand on my mouth telling me to stop moaning. He started fucking me harder until he whispered “oh fuck “ and bucked harder into me until I felt his cock spasm and cum in me.
In the commotion of Will flipping me around, I had failed to notice the thin chain my necklace was on breaking and once I felt the familiar weight was gone, I began to panic, pulling up my pants, shaking out Wills jacket and my cardigan, I only managed to find the chain and not the oblong pearl pendant I had been gifted. Will felt bad, and we both spent the next ten minutes looking with our phones flashlights in the grass with the hopes of finding it. We lost hope and Will promised to go look the next day.
We went back to our respective hotel rooms (having to stay with family is a buzzkill) and promised to keep in touch. Will never found the pearl, I managed to break the news to my mom, thankfully she understood and forgave me.
After that weekend, Will tried to pursue me, asking to meet up where we went to school and go on a date. He even told me his parents teased him about me and thought we’d be cute. I don’t think I’d sleep with him again, but I did have fun and it’s certainly a story to tell.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rqusl5/fm_fucking_my_cousins_cousin
Genealogically I feel like it’s ok but in my head that’s f-Ed up