My cousin and I [mf]

“I just love a good threesome….”

My cousin just…what? My cousin? Little Melissa?

We were together for a family member’s birthday party and hadn’t seen each other in years. We grew up close, taking vacations together and such, talking about inappropriate things on AIM for hours, letting hands linger longer than what was strictly appropriate in places that certainly were not, but it had been 10 years. A lot had changed. Apparently.

I don’t recall what I said, probably just something stupid or a laugh. That doesn’t matter for this. After the party, she was going to stay with us at my moms and we stopped and picked up a case of beer on the way home. We certainly didn’t need it, but it was something that would keep us awake and talking. The night wore on, and one by one the others went to bed. First my mom, then my (now) ex-wife a few minutes later. Melissa and I decided we had a lot of catching up to do, as it had been so long. Catching up. That’s what they call it.

“Are you wearing cologne? THAT’S new,” she teased. There was a wicked gleam in her bright green eyes.

“Well the last time I saw you, you weren’t smoking unfiltered cigarettes and drinking beer either. Things change, sometimes for the better.” I grinned at her, thinking some seriously impure thoughts. I shook myself. *This is your cousin. Fun and games when you’re kids is one thing, no excuse now. Move the conversation somewhere safe.* “So…” Thoughts flashed through my mind: *Threesomes? When? Who? How? Two boys? What else has she been up to?* “I hear you’re getting a Masters?”

“Ugh, don’t be boring. We used to talk for hours about FUN things….remember?” A million remembered chat conversations flew through my mind. Detailed stories of our respective ‘first times’ with any number of things. The time we were on vacation together, years ago, and whispered our fantasies to each other in the dark. The time when I was 16 when she told me she felt bad that I’d never gotten a blowjob or had sex, and how she’d “help me find someone” the next time I came to visit.

“Yeah, I certainly do. Details of YOUR escapades seem to stand out…”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” She knew exactly what she was doing, slowly taking a drag on her cigarette and never breaking eye contact. “What ‘details’?”

“Oh, like the time you told me about sucking your first dick…”

“Mmmm…that’s a good story….”

“Yeah it was…how you and your friend were blowing your boyfriends on the bed, and yours came really fast and without warning you (super rude by the way). And how you spit it out immediately. That’s also super rude.”

“Well, speaking of things changing, I definitely don’t do that now.”

“What, give blowjobs?” I asked, teasing.

“No, spit out cum. I actually enjoy the taste now.” She looked thoughtful for a moment “So much wasted cum in high school. What was I thinking?” *This is your cousin,* I thought, *but holy shit that’s hot.* “Something on your mind…?” she asked, glancing down at the growing tent in the front of my pants. At this point, all the beers that I’d had throughout the day and the evening were starting to catch up to me and I let my mouth run a bit.

“Just thinking about how you figured out you enjoy the taste of cum. Or the threesomes. Either/or.” Her eyes lit up and her generous mouth twisted into a grin.

“Well, after I got to high school and my tits didn’t grow, I had to figure out how to make sure the boys were interested. So, blowjobs became my specialty. Just one rule, no cumming in my mouth. But I would pretty much suck any cock I was attracted to…” she trailed off. “Except for one.” At this statement, she looked me dead in the eyes, pausing, letting the moment linger. I remained silent, struck dumb by the obvious innuendo. “And then one guy, Mike, said he couldn’t cum if his cock wasn’t in my mouth. Probably bullshit, but I was kinda drunk, so I figured what the hell. When he came, I didn’t immediately pull off and spit it out. The noises he was making, the way he twitched, I don’t know…I just found it so sexy. And I found out that I actually liked the taste, liked swallowing. After that, I never wasted another load.” She sat back, a huge grin on her face. “Seems like I’ve given you a lot to think about…”

I didn’t even bother to try hiding it at this point, I was too drunk and fresh out of fucks to give. The bulge in my pants was very obvious as I took a sip of beer and deliberately lit another cigarette. “So…”

“So…what?”

“C’mon Mel. Don’t be boring,” I said with a wink. She smiled back at me, her wild blonde curls wreathing her mischievous grin, eyes shining. Some part of my brain suddenly sobered up: *This is your cousin. What. The. Shit.* Adjusting my pants, I sat back up. “I really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that.”

“Like what…?” she asked, feigning innocence, her eyes practically smoldering coals.

“Like you want nothing more than to right here, right now fuck each other’s brains out.” *Goddamned beer.* Her next words I’ll never forget:

“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about for the last six hours.” Nearly as soon as the words were out of her mouth, we crashed together in one of the most passionate kisses of my life. We pulled apart for air some minutes later. “We can’t do this here, we will get caught…”

“Garage.” I pulled her up out of the chair. I swear I was halfway down the deck stairs before the end of the word. *Who gives a fuck who she is? She’s sexy as fuck and here and willing,* I thought. She trailed behind, giggling at my back. The garage was separated from the house and thus much more private than the back porch had been. As soon as the door closed behind her, she pushed me up against the car, kissing me deeply and groping for my belt. She dropped down, freeing my cock from my boxers and immediately deepthroated my full length. Her mouth felt amazing. Clearly she was not exaggerating that blowjobs were her specialty. I gripped her hair, slowing her down some, enjoying the feeling of newness that you always get the first time. I’d not so much as kissed another woman in the years since I’d been dating my wife. This was heaven. I was definitely going to hell.

I pulled her up off my cock, she gave a little whimper that nearly pushed me over the edge, and she kissed me so forcefully I fell over the hood of the car. Clearly we didn’t give a shit, and rolled down the slope to the floor of the garage. She shifted on top of me slightly, hiking up her long skirt and pulling off her panties. She gripped my cock in one hand, guiding it in while she slowly sat down. Her pussy was indescribably tight and impossibly wet, I slid in without a moment’s hesitation. She softly groaned and leaned forward, rolling her hips, my cock sliding deliciously slowly in and out. Faster she moved her hips, grinding hard on me. I was about to lose it. This was just too much. “I’m about to….” She clamped her mouth on mine, drowning my words with her moans. I exploded inside her, rope after rope of hot cum filling her pussy, her hips never stopping their slow rotation. “…cum…” I finally whisper when she lets me up for air.

“I always wondered what your cock would taste like,” she said still moving her hips. “Too bad you didn’t cum in my mouth. Next time.” By this point, the beer and the lateness of the night (it was probably after 3am by this point) were rapidly killing my ability to play. “Oh, you can’t go twice?” She put on a pout and leaned her body down, my softening dick slipping out of her drenched pussy. “I don’t fuck soft cocks…” she whispered in my ear.

Part 2 to follow, if there is any interest.

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