Hawaii hotness with my (kind of) cousin PART 2: From her perspective [FM]

**Background:** About a month ago, my best friend sent me a post on this sub saying it sounded remarkably similar to an experience I had the summer we graduated high school. And holy shit, was she right? Everything about [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ebydg/hawaii_hotness_with_my_kind_of_cousin_f/) sounded just like how I remembered my crazy Hawaii hookup with my step-cousin – except he got my bikini color wrong! I couldn’t believe it, but it had to be him. I made an account here, thinking about writing to the poster, but then he deleted his account. Since I don’t see my cousin much anymore, I figured I’d never know whether it was him. But I unexpectedly saw him at a family function before Christmas, we got to talking, we got to drinking, I got to asking, and he got to admitting. Now, it’s my turn to dish. So here’s the apparently much-anticipated part 2 to our story, from my perspective. :)

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It was the second-to-last night of our family vacation in Hawaii, and I was still reeling from [my little sleepover](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ebydg/hawaii_hotness_with_my_kind_of_cousin_f/) with my cousin (we’ll call him Davey) two nights before. It had been such a rush, something I’d been wanting to do for years. And the fact that he’d wanted it too – let alone the fact that we actually hooked up – made me giddy as all get-out. It was nearly impossible to act naturally around our family as we snuck cheeky glances at each other at dinner or quick little kisses before heading off to our separate rooms for the night. I swear our grandma almost saw me flash him in the pool once!

So obviously, hooking up with Davey again was pretty much all I could think about. And listen, I wasn’t really much of a masturbator at the time. Like, maybe once a month, if that. But I distinctly remember going up to my room from the pool to “use the bathroom” or “get some extra sunscreen” both days between the events of Davey’s story and this one.

Cut back to our second-to-last night of the trip. The whole family went to this big Luau dinner thing put on at another hotel down the beach. It was corny, but fun, and a good way to end what was a particularly tiring day for most of us spent hiking, boogie boarding, shopping or – in Uncle Victor’s case – drinking, haha! There were some other girls there about my age, and I noticed a couple of them a few tables over checking Davey out. I told him so and played it cool, giving him a little wink to tell him I couldn’t blame them. But I secretly felt a little jealous, deep down. But that’s sort of beside the point.

Anyway, we finished dinner and everyone went back to the hotel to pretty much go to bed. I wasn’t really tired though, and I wanted to spend some more alone time with Davey, even if we didn’t hook up again (if I remember right I was actually on like the first day of my period). So I texted him and asked if he was still awake. “yeah,” he said.

“Are your parents?” I asked.

“No”

“Mine are, but I’m going to tell them I can’t sleep and am going for a walk to reset. Want to meet me downstairs?”

“Totally! I’ll meet you by the fountain by the beach.”

And just like that, I was lying to my parents, telling them I was going for a walk alone when I was really meeting my cousin whose dick I had made myself cum on two nights before. Such a sweet and wholesome girl, I know.

So I sneak downstairs and sit down at the fountain. Davey wasn’t there yet. In fact, no one was. It was only about 10:30, but the hotel might as well have been closed for the night. I was actually a little spooked for a minute to be right by the beach alone in the dark.

And the asshole must have known it, cause he snuck up on me from behind and grabbed my shoulders and shouted. Scared the shit out of me for a second, haha! But I gave him a flirty smack on his chest and we were off for a little nighttime walk.

I was wearing my old Fall Out Boy t-shirt (so punk, I know) and some little pajama shorts, and I was barefoot. Davey had on his board shorts and the same red tank top that I’d told him earlier made him look like a lifeguard. We walked along the sand for a while, then along a little sidewalk that connected all the hotels along the beach. We got about two hotels away from ours and stopped to sit on a bench and look at the stars for a while. We barely talked the whole time, but we didn’t need to.

I scooted close to him on the bench and put my head on his shoulder. “This has been a fun trip,” I said. “Yeah, it has,” he said. “I don’t want it to end,” I said. And then more silence for a moment. The breeze off the ocean was warm, and the air smelled so good.

“I really want to kiss you again,” Davey said. So I looked at him and puckered my lips playfully. And he kissed me quickly, then we looked at each other again. Then we kissed longer, with tongue. Only our mouths touched though. My arms were crossed, trying to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I can only imagine where his hands were.

There were some cabanas set up on the beach below, rented out by wealthy hotel guests during the day but totally unoccupied now. I stood up and grabbed Davey’s hand, pulling him along as I made my way to the farthest cabana from the path.

When we got there, I was instantly on top of him. Kissing him deeply some more, nibbling his ear, kissing his neck. He took off his tank top and showed me those abs and that chest that I’d been checking out all week. He was a swimmer.

I could feel him getting hard underneath me, especially since guys usually don’t wear underwear with board shorts. I reached into his shorts and squeezed his cock. He moved his hand from my boobs to reach into my shorts, but I stopped him.

“I started my period today,” I said. “Fuck,” he said. “It’s okay,” I said. “Let’s just touch ourselves for a while and see what happens.”

So there we were, lying on some other hotel’s cabana bed, shorts pulled down, shirts off, looking out at the ocean and then at each other as he stroked his dick against my leg and I rubbed my clit with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. God, they were fucking nice balls.

I wasn’t really bleeding yet, so I let him rub me too while I took a shift with his dick. We kissed as we touched each other, each of us gasping and moaning in bliss, but never loud enough to be heard over the waves by anyone else. We might as well have been on our own private island.

Then I took the reins for both of us, jacking him off with my left hand and going to town on my clit with my right. I felt bad, cause he was kind of getting a lackluster handjob for a bit there. I tend to get distracted when I’m feeling good.

“I’m getting close,” I told him, and he started whispering encouragement in my ear. “Cum for me,” he told me. “Cum for me again.” He spit in his hand and put it on my pussy to help, and that wetness put me over the edge. I turned into him and came super hard, moaning into his shoulder and gasping for air. He was still stroking himself as I regained my composure, and there was just something so mystifying about his cock and the moonlight and the sound of the ocean. Even though I’d finished, I sure as hell wasn’t done.

“Can I make you cum, now?” I asked. I was still feeling a little bad that his orgasm last time had been kind of an afterthought. “Yes please”, he said. And with that, I crawled down the bed so I was on all fours with my face hovering over his cock. I looked up at him and kissed the base of it, then moved up his shaft with tiny little pecks until I got to his head. I paused there, and the look of astonished excitement in his eyes is a look I’ve not seen on any guy since. I let him wonder for just a moment, then I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth.

I bobbed on it gently at first. I’d only sucked one other dick before, so this was still sort of new to me. But he seemed to be enjoying it. I used my hand to make it seem like I was going deeper than I was. I tried to deepthroat him, but I gagged pretty easily. But he was sweet, telling me not to go deep. It felt good how I was doing it, he said.

It was pretty thrilling to have his cock in my mouth. Our previous hookup was one thing, but this was way more intimate. This was semi-planned, and super personal. And fucking hot! I popped my lips off his head for him like I’d learned to do from my porn-loving ex, haha! He asked me to lick up and down his shaft, and I did so happily. He told me I looked so hot sucking his cock. Fuck, I felt so hot sucking his cock. If I wasn’t on my period, I would’ve had him fuck me right then and there.

He started twitching a little and bucking his hips, so I knew he was close. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he said. But I wasn’t quite ready for that. “How about my boobs?” I said. “Hell yes, lay down.” he said.

I got on my back and he straddled me. I started stroking him off, but he quickly took over, pumping his cock super hard. It was actually amazing to watch. I could see how bad he wanted to cum. He was leaning over me, supporting his weight with one hand against the frame of the cabana, stroking his dick wet from my mouth furiously as I squeezed my boobs together and told him to cum.

Then he did. He came fucking hard. All over my boobs. A big puddle formed between them, and little flyaway strings coated my nipples and my neck. A couple drops even got the underside of my chin and my hair. I liked it. A lot. And so did he. (Right, Davey? I know you’re reading this.)

Obviously, we were a little short on materials for cleaning up, so he gave me his tank top to wipe up the cum with, saying he’d just walk back shirtless and make the excuse that he got too hot if his parents noticed when he got back. I did my best to get the cum out of my hair, figuring a shower and the pool would eliminate any traces in the morning.

And so we walked back to our hotel, holding hands until we got within about 100 yards. When we got back to the fountain, he kissed me on the lips sweetly, and went back to his room.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7nyhsu/hawaii_hotness_with_my_kind_of_cousin_part_2_from