The whole plane trip to Idaho was uncomfortably silent. Michael nor his mother said one word to each other the whole way. To Michael, everything had just fallen apart. Having just turned eighteen and finished his sophomore year at high school, Michael had felt like the future was totally open for him. Then his father and mother had a nasty and bitter divorce that resulted in both he and his mother being forcefully ejected from their home. Michael figured that divorcing a lawyer was a bad move on his mother's part.
He couldn't help but feel cold, bitter, resentment for both of his parents. They had both acted selfishly, more so his father than his mother. His father didn't want to have anything to do with Michael. Now, here he was, on a one way trip to Idaho to go live with his aunt and cousin on their farm. His mother's sister had provided them a safe haven from the fallout of the divorce until he and his mother got things in order. That still didn't help the fact that Michael's life as he knew it was over. All of his friends, the football team and the school band, would go on with their lives as he toiled away the weeks in some godforsaken farm.
A part of him wished the plane would crash and end his misery.
However, the plane safely touched down at the small airport just outside of Boise, Idaho and Michael and his mother quickly found his Aunt waiting for them. His Aunt Nancy was a short lady in her mid forties. Her hair was a light brown with strands of gray here and there. The farm life seemed to treat her well because she was a healthy looking woman despite her age. Aunt Nancy smiled and hugged her sister followed by Michael.
“How are you two doing?” Nancy asked them as she hugged them. “Did you have a nice flight?”
“It was okay,” Michael's mother answered. Michael said nothing as he quickly shifted into brooding teenager mode and pulled his hood over his head. “How have you been?”
“It's been a stressful week since you called about the divorce, everyone's been worried about you two.” Nancy told them as they made their way to the baggage claim area.
There were a handful of people from their flight waiting to get their luggage the same as them. As they waited, Nancy and Michael's mother discussed current events while Michael retreated into the darkest corner of his head and tuned everything out. However, the buzzer signaling the arrival of everyone's luggage snapped him out of his trance and he quickly grabbed their luggage while Nancy and his mother continued to talk.
The drive to the farm seemed to take forever. Nancy drove a large pickup truck, which was surprisingly spacious and comfortable. Michael sat quietly in the back while his aunt and mother continued chatting. However, he heard his name and looked away from the window as he stared out at the fields that rushed by.
“I'm sorry?” he said, having not picked up what his aunt had told him.
“I said you look pretty gloomy,” his aunt told him.
This irritated him slightly, “Shouldn't I be?”
Nancy shrugged, “Fiona has been ecstatic about the prospect of seeing you again. You two haven't seen each other since you two were little.”
Nancy was talking about Michael's cousin, Fiona. She lived with Nancy while she was starting college. It was true that the last time they had seen each other they had been no older than six.
“So?” Michael said in a typical teenage tone.
“So, you and she can hang out. I know living on the farm can be a bit of a pain for Fi, hardly any of her friends can drive up to visit because it's so out of the way. She's glad to finally have someone her own age to talk to.”
Michael didn't think so. Fiona was a year older than he was, and was starting college next year. That and the fact that they hadn't seen each other in years only made him think that there would be no way to really make nice with his cousin.
Michael humored her and nodded, “I'm glad to hear that.”
Nancy smiled and pulled off the main road and onto a dirt path that made its way up and over a small hill. They drove down this road for a ways before they saw the farm off in the distance. Nancy's home seemed rather nice, the house was a modest two story home colored a lovely shade of blue. There was no stereotypical red barn, however the nearby animal pens, composed of a few metal sheds and a fence, had a handful of animals ranging from sheep to a couple of horses. A few yards away from the house was a large canal that wound its way through the property. An old wooden bridge could be seen that allowed access to the nearby forest that had a small creek running through it.
Even Michael had to admit, the place was beautiful. Even if it did have an old, rusted, semi trailer parked just a few feet from the canal and an aged mobile home parked next to the house. There was a charm to it all that Michael liked. It was simple, and inviting.
As they neared the house Nancy pointed to the mobile home, “We renovated the trailer so you two could have a place of your own to stay in. It's got power and running water, plus some old furniture we put in there for storage reasons. It's not the Taj Mahal, but you two should feel right at home.”
“You don't know how much we appreciate this, Nancy, thank you guys so much.” Michael's mother told her.
“I always like looking out for my little sister and nephew,” Nancy smiled, “Besides, it'll be nice to have some company. After Richard died it's just been me and Fi on the farm.”
When Nancy parked the truck they all got out and started to unload their luggage. As they did this, a young woman with long brown hair the same color as Nancy's stepped out of the house and smiled as she approached them. Michael knew instantly that this was Fiona. She was a gorgeous young woman. She was wearing a tight fitting blue t-shirt that had her school's soccer team name printed on it and a pair of denim shorts. She had tan skin and the coolest blue eyes.
Michael was surprised that this was the little girl he used to play with. She had grown a lot since then. When she smiled and hugged Michael he almost fainted. She pressed her pert breasts onto his chest and squeezed him hard.
“It's great to see you two!” Fiona exclaimed as she continued to hug Michael. “How was the flight?”
“Uneventful,” Michael's mother told her, “How have you been, Fiona?”
She finally released Michael and kindly took the suitcase from his sweaty hands. “I've been great. I've just finished applying to the local community college and am getting the loan stuff squared away.”
“That's great,” Michael's mom smiled as she followed Fiona into the trailer and set her bags on the floor.
Nancy looked to Fiona, “Fi? How about you show Michael where his room is?”
Fiona nodded and urged Michael to follow her down the hall to one of the bedrooms. As he followed her he couldn't help but stare at her tight ass as she walked. However, the sudden realization that this was his cousin managed to snap him out of his daze. The bedroom she had led him to already had a bed and a small dresser. There was also a small desk in one corner of the room.
“This is your room,” Fiona told him, “I took the liberty of hauling my old dresser in here for you to use. Plus I put together that desk for you for when school starts and you want a place to do homework.” She smiled at him warmly. “What do you think?”
Michael plopped his bags on the bed. “It's nice.” He wasn't lying, it was actually rather cozy.
“So, Michael,” Fiona started, her tone changing to one of genuine concern, “How are you doing? This whole situation must be hard for you.”
Michael sighed, “You have no idea.”
Fiona looked sympathetic, “I know it's hard to leave everything behind. Your friends, girlfriend, everything.”
Michael shrugged, “Didn't have a girlfriend, but it's still pretty rough.”
Fiona smiled, “Hey, cheer up. This place isn't so bad once you get used to it. Think of this as a fresh start for you and your mom. Plus, you already have me, and you can trust me to help you get situated.”
“I appreciate that, Fiona.”
She smiled, “You can call me Fi. My friends call me Fi.”
“Alright, Fi,” Michael nodded.
“Do you prefer, Michael or Mike?” she asked.
“Michael's fine,” he told her.
She smiled again, “Okay, Michael.” She started for the door. “Lunch will be ready soon. Do you like shrimp scampi?”
Michael nodded, “I do.”
“Good to hear that! It's my favorite!” She giggled. “Well, I'll leave you alone to get everything unpacked. When you're ready, just come on over to the house.”
“I'll do that,” he nodded.
“See you then!” She left him alone as he began to unpack his things.
He started by unpacking his clothes and putting them in the dresser drawers. When he pulled open the bottom drawer he was surprised to find a black thong nestled in the back corner of the drawer. Puzzled, he fished them out and stared at them for a moment. Then he recalled Fiona saying the dresser had previously belonged to her and he realized that these must be hers. He knew he shouldn't have been as aroused as he currently was. Already he imagined her wearing these, with the g-string riding up the crack of her tight little ass. The sway of her hips as she walked...
“Getting settled?” the sound of his mother's voice made him jump as he quickly stuffed the thong into his pocket. He hoped she hadn't seen it.
“Yeah,” he turned and nodded.
His mother sighed, “You were quiet the whole plane ride over. Are you doing okay?”
Michael nodded, “I'm feeling better, now that my feet are back on solid ground.”
“I mean are you doing okay with this situation? I know all of this was so sudden.”
Michael shrugged, “Surprisingly, I'm doing better than I thought I would. I think it's this place. It feels so... inviting.”
“Nancy and Fiona really made this place feel like home,” she agreed.
“It's not just that,” Michael sat down on the bed. “It's the landscape. It's so empty, but I feel really relaxed by it. I feel like this could be a fresh start for us.”
She smiled, “I like the sound of that. Come on, Nancy and Fiona made lunch.”
“I know, shrimp scampi,” Michael told her.
She smiled, “Your favorite.”
“It's Fi's favorite too.”
“Sounds like you two have a lot in common already. That's good,” she smiled as she started to walk out of the bedroom. Michael followed her out of the trailer and into the house.
As Nancy and Michael's mother ate their food in the dining room Michael and Fiona sat in the living room and watched tv while they ate.
“So do you play any sports?” Fiona asked Michael.
“I was on my school's football team,” Michael told her.
“I played soccer. Which in Spanish is called futbol
“You don't say?” Michael said sarcastically.
Fiona chuckled, “I know that was a terrible joke.”
Michael laughed, “So you played futbol
She nodded, “Yep, though I haven't played for a long time.”
“You play any other sports?”
“I used to play softball in elementary school,” she shrugged and gave him a sheepish grin.
Michael smiled, “So did I.”
“Small world,” she giggled as she sipped her soda, “So what do you like to do besides playing football?”
“I like to read,” he told her.
“Really? What kind of books do you read?”
Michael shrugged, “Anything that catches my interest. I like Stephen King novels, but I'm actually really fond of science fiction.”
“So there's a nerd underneath that jock exterior?” she crinkled her nose.
“So what?” Michael frowned.
Fiona laughed, “I'm just messing with you, Michael. Chill out. I'm actually big fan of Frank Herbert's Dune
“I love those books!” Michael perked up.
Fiona smiled, “So you are
“Then you are too,” Michael snapped.
Fiona shrugged, “I guess you got me there.”
After finishing lunch Fiona showed Michael around the farm. They crossed the canal bridge and entered the small forest near the farm. Fiona stopped at a large tree that had large branches that reached across the creek. She looked over to him and smiled at him warmly.
“This is where I like to go when I need to think,” she told him, “I like to just sit on that branch over the creek there and just listen to the water.”
Michael closed his eyes and listened to the creek, “It is relaxing.”
She smiled, “You know, sometimes I camp out here just so I can listen to the creek until I fall asleep.”
“Sounds nice,” Michael stared at the creek.
Fiona smiled, “Come on, I'll show you the old stables that I swear is haunted!”
“Haunted you say?”
Later that night, after spending the evening with Fiona and the rest of the family. Michael felt tired and decided to head back to the trailer to get some sleep. However, when he entered his bedroom he found Fiona rummaging through the dresser.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she whispered as she searched the drawers.
“Looking for something?” Michael asked.
Fiona jumped, “Michael!”
Fiona's face turned red as she closed the drawer she had been searching through. “This is so embarrassing. I'm missing something, and I think I might have left it in the dresser.”
Suddenly, Michael remembered the thong he had discovered in the dresser, which he had forgotten he had put in his pocket hours before. Immediately the small lump of cloth in his pocket began to weigh a thousand pounds as the gravity of the situation sank in.
“What is it exactly?” Michael asked.
Fiona sighed, “It's a thong. I think I forgot to take out of the dresser before I put it in here.”
Michael forced a confused frown, “A thong?”
Fiona rolled her eyes, “Yes. You didn't see it when you were unpacking, did you?”
Michael shrugged, “Don't think so.”
Fiona sighed, “Well, if you do find a black thong lying around somewhere, get it back to me.”
As Fiona started for the door Michael suddenly couldn't stand the weight in his pocket and he quickly fished the thong out and pretended he found it just underneath the bed.
“Wait a minute, I think I just found it,” Michael flicked the thong up and handed it to Fiona. However, Fiona didn't take the thong from him. Instead, a coy smile curled her lips.
“You just pulled those out of your pocket, Michael,” she grinned, “I'm not blind.”
Caught red handed, and red faced for that matter, Michael shrugged, “I did find these in the drawer, but I only had them in my pocket because...”
“You like hoarding sexy thongs?” she teased.
“No... I didn't...” Michael stammered, “I figured these were yours, so I...” He knew he just stepped on a landmine.
Fiona gave him a sultry look as her lips curled into a devilish smile, “You knew those were mine? You've got a filthy, filthy, mind don't you?”
“No!” Michael exclaimed, “That's not what I meant!”
She stepped closer to him, “So did you sniff you cousin's thong? You nasty little pervert!”
Michael, realizing he still had his cousin's thong in his hand, quickly dropped it and stepped back, “I'm not a perv!”
Fiona stepped closer to him, increasing her pace, “Oh come on, Michael! I know you've been staring at my ass all day!”
“I...” Michael knew she had him there. He couldn't help himself as they walked around the farm, he would sneak peeks of her ass when he thought she wasn't looking. It was just too tempting, regardless of the implications. Michael backed up into the wall, there was no escape now.
Fiona pressed up against him. Her voice was low and her icy blue eyes were full of lust, “You aren't the only one who was sneaking peeks. I have to admit, you're a handsome man, Michael.”
“But you're my cousin!” Michael protested, “It's wrong!”
“So why does it feel so right?” Fiona grabbed one of his hands and maneuvered it to her ass. She let out a primal growl and pressed her breasts harder onto Michael's chest. She slowly slid her hand down his waist and felt the hardness forming behind his jeans. Michael struggled to back away, but the wall and Fiona's arms prevented him from moving. A moan escaped him as she teased his erection through his pants. Fiona's icy blue eyes stared into his light brown ones and she closed the gap between their lips with the faintest of kisses.
“Fi...” Michael was still protesting, but only barely. A part of him had been hoping she was just pulling his leg, since she had been messing with him all day, but another part of him—a part of him that was tucked in the darkest, most twisted, part of his mind—wanted her to be serious.
“Come on, Michael,” Fiona said as she showered him with light kisses, “You've had a terrible month, you're far from home and everyone you know, and you're alone, like me. Don't you think you're entitled to a little fun?” She continued to massage his member with increasing intensity.
“But...” his will was quickly waning.
“But what? You're my cousin?” she chuckled, “So what? This isn't love, Michael. Plus, I'm on the pill, so there's nothing to worry about. We can have all the fun we want, with no strings attached.”
Michael's mind was too fuzzy to protest anymore and with her last statement all his mind could process was the proverbial green light Fiona was giving him. His lips met hers in a deeper, more passionate, kiss than the previous ones. He cupped her breasts and groaned as she continued to stroke his cock through his jeans. She gasped as a shock of pleasure swept through her and she kissed him deeper, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she did so. Michael decided to return the favor by slipping his hand between her legs. This elicited a loud moan from Fiona.
Then, in a brief moment of clarity, Michael felt a bolt of panic strike him and he started to pull his hand away. “Wait, my mom, she can be back any minute!”
Fiona quickly grabbed his hand and returned it to the warmth between her legs. “Your mom and mine are talking over some wine. I'm sure she won't be back for a long time. Don't worry.”
“Let's shut the door, just to be sure,” Michael urged.
Reluctantly, Fiona pulled away from Michael, nodding her agreement as she slinked over to the door and closed and locked it. “Now, let's have some fun.” She went back to Michael and shoved him onto the bed. She then proceeded to give him a bit of a show. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it at him playfully. Then she turned her back to him while maintaining eye contact as a coy smile formed on her face.
“You liked the thong you found in the dresser,” she grinned, “but how about this one?” She slowly undid the button on her denim shorts and slipped them off. She bent over as she did this, giving Michael a perfect view of her ass and the bright red thong she was currently wearing.
“You like?” She asked as she swayed from side to side.
“I like,” Michael growled.
Fiona snapped up and unclasped her bra, it fell away slightly and she held it on with a hand. Turning slowly she grinned and let her bra fall away. Her breasts were perfect, perky, globes with small nipples. She pointed at him and made a flicking motion with her finger.
“Lose the shirt,” she ordered.
Michael obliged and pulled off his shirt.
“Unbutton your pants,” she flicked her finger again.
Michael did as he was told and unbuttoned his jeans. Fiona then grabbed his pant legs and tugged off his jeans. She quickly slipped between his legs and withdrew his cock out of his boxers. She pumped his shaft and Michael laid back moaning as he did so. Fiona sat up slightly so that she could sandwich his dick between her tits.
“Oh, Fi...” Michael groaned as Fiona cranked his shaft with her breasts.
“You like this?” Fiona grinned as she continued to titfuck Michael, “You like your cousin fucking you with her tits?”
“I do,” Michael moaned.
“Do you want to fuck your cousin, Michael?”
Michael groaned his agreement.
“Well you've got to return the favor before we get to the real fun,” She stood up and slowly slipped out of her thong.
Michael sat up and dropped to his knees. Before plunging his face into her pussy he looked up at her and grinned as she ran her hands through his hair. Then she slowly guided him to her snatch and he started to eat her out. Fiona arched her back as Michael pleasured her with his tongue. She shuddered in ecstasy and pulled Michael's hair. As he continued to tease her clit with his tongue Michael could feel his own desire building with every shudder of Fiona's body. Her pleasure was making his throbbing cock ache and he knew he wouldn't be able to take anymore waiting. He pulled his face away from Fiona's slit and stood up. He grabbed her arms and forced her down onto the bed. This turned her on even more as he shucked off his boxers and joined her on the bed.
With increasing urgency he lined up his length with her quivering pussy and thrust himself deep into her. They both let out a long moan that Michael was sure could be heard one state over. Fiona wrapped her legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper into her. Michael slowly started to move his hips, moving in and out of her moist snatch at a steady pace as they both got used to each other.
“Fuck me, Michael,” Fiona urged, “Fuck your cousin senseless!”
Michael started to quicken his pace. Fiona gasped and started to claw his back as she raised her pelvis to meet his thrusts. She pulled him down into a passionate kiss as her breathing came in short gasps. Michael was nearing his orgasm and when Fiona clamped down on his cock he knew she too was close to cumming.
“I'm cumming, Michael! Fuck! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”
“I'm going to cum too, Fi...” He gasped.
“Cum in me, Michael,” she pleaded, “I want you to fill me up with your cum!”
Michael thrust into his cousin harder and harder, ramming it home in every thrust. Then he felt Fiona's pussy tighten around his cock as she came. With a final thrust of his hips he buried his dick deep into her womb and unleashed a flood of cum the likes of which he had never experienced before. Fiona let out a scream and wrapped her limbs around him. She shuddered beneath him as he filled her cunt with his seed.
“Oh, Michael!” She hollered as she continued to rock her hips against him in the throes of her orgasm. “Oh god, yes!”
Michael collapsed and Fiona rested his head on her breasts. She let out a satisfied sigh and stroked his hair. Michael shut his eyes and listened to her heartbeat as it raced behind her perfect breasts.
“Now that... was fun,” Fiona giggled.
“It was...” Michael agreed.
She smiled, “I can't wait until we do this again tomorrow night.”
Michael looked up at her, “Tomorrow night?”
She gave him a coy grin, “You didn't think this would be a one time thing, did you?”
“I didn't know what would happen after this,” Michael shrugged.
She giggled, “If you didn't notice on the tour I gave you of the grounds, there really isn't much to do here apart from swimming in the creek.” She traced his arm with her finger. “While that gives us a chance to model sexy swimwear, that isn't as fun as fucking your brains out.”
Michael grinned, “You're a dirty little whore aren't you?”
She feigned an injured look, “Is that what you think of me? As a whore to use and throw away?”
Michael kissed her nipple, “Oh, no. I think you're a sexy little minx.”
“Is that how you talk to your own cousin?” she teased.
“Only if she likes it,” he playfully bit her nipple ever so carefully.
“Good thing I do,” she sat up as Michael clambered off of her.
“Fi...” Michael sighed, “can I ask you something?”
Fiona collected her clothes and started to put them on. “Shoot.”
“Why did you do all of this?”
She smiled, “I told you already: fun is in short supply around here. I've been busting my ass for the last two months stressing over college and you have been through hell. We both need an outlet, so why not help each other out?”
“Is it that simple?”
“Does it have to be more complicated?”
Michael shrugged, “I guess not...”
“So what's the problem?” she leaned over to him and planted a kiss on his cheek, “It's clear you and I need to enjoy life more. Are you really going to protest free sex with someone with these?” She teased him with a peek of her breasts one last time before putting on her bra and shirt.
Michael grinned, “Nope.”
“See? You don't see me protesting, not when you've got those abs...” she grinned.
“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” Michael asked.
“Let me think about it, I'll surprise you in the morning.”
“A surprise or a surprise
?” Michael winked.
“That's part of the suspense,” she giggled, “Though it may be a bad idea to give you a morning quickie with your mom in the other room.”
“True...” Michael sighed, “we'll need to be more careful in the future.”
She nodded, “I don't want our parents finding out about this. They'd kill all the fun.”
“We don't want that,” Michael nodded.
She sighed, “We should talk about this later.” She leaned over and kissed him again before starting for the door. “Goodnight, Michael. Get some rest, you'll need it for tomorrow.”
Michael smiled and watched Fiona leave before he fell back into bed with his mind racing at mach ten. His life had been full of change recently, but everything he had been through before was insignificant compared to the last half hour. It was significant in that it was the first change he had encountered that he actually liked. As he changed into a pair of shorts he spotted the black thong lying on the floor. He quickly snatched them up and stared at them lovingly. As he tucked the thong into the back corner of the drawer he found them in a fleeting thought crossed his mind. He wondered if this had been Fiona's plan all along, if the thong had been a plant, a conversation starter that she could use to seduce him. After mulling this thought over in his head for a moment he shook his head and closed the drawer. He didn't care if she had planned on seducing him all along, it didn't matter.
Michael leaped into bed and had a huge smile on his face. For a fresh start, it was starting out better than he had hoped. And for the first time in the last couple of months, Michael felt like his future was completely open.
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