Kissing Cousins

There is a certain attraction to forbidden love: whether it is merely wanting what we cannot have or something deeper and more primal. Either way, there is an undeniable draw. Ethan is my cousin, but not by blood as I am adopted. So while it wouldn’t be morally wrong for us to have a physical relationship, it would still be taboo because we are cousins. Still, I am attracted to him; as a matter of fact, I have had fantasies about him since I was sixteen. I have been extremely careful to not let on to anyone, especially Ethan, of my feelings or desires.

When I was eighteen, a freshman in college, Ethan’s younger sister Margo got married and I came home from school to attend the wedding. We are a family of drinkers, especially at celebrations, and Margo’s reception was no exception. My cousin Justin walked around with two drinks in his hands at all times, when asked why he would say that one was for Justin and one was for Michael: Michael being his middle name. My family also turned a blind eye when the young adults, those of us between eighteen and twenty, would indulge in alcoholic drinks.

I was on my third rum and coke and the band had just started a second set when Ethan came over and grabbed me around the waist. “Let’s dance, Cuz,” he laughed as he dragged me out to the dance floor. He had obviously had a few drinks himself. We danced to Devo and to other wacky songs before the band began playing a slow tune. I started to walk off the dance floor when he pulled me to him. “Don’t run off,” he whispered in my ear, his hand resting in the small of my back, pressing me to him.

I had never been this close to Ethan. Sure we would sit next to each other, hug, and even danced together, but this was different, it seemed intimate. Needless to say, I felt some stirring deep inside of me. Soon it became evident that Ethan was feeling something similar. “Can I tell you a secret, Marisa?” he asked.

“Sure,” I responded, almost breathless with anticipation and desire.

“I have wanted you since you were sixteen, when we danced at the family reunion,” he whispered huskily. My mind raced back to that night. We had indeed danced a slow dance but he hadn’t held me close like he was now. I remember wishing he would and being disappointed when he hadn’t. “I am dying to see you naked.” He pulled me tighter to him so that I could feel his erection.

“Ditto, Cuz,” I whispered seductively into his ear. Then I walked away, leaving him to his own erotic thoughts. I didn’t want us to attract attention out on the dance floor. I had spent two years hiding my attraction to him and I wasn’t about to open up that can of worms to the entire family. I could feel his hot gaze watching me from across the room all evening. Every now and again we would casually brush against each other, a silent promise of what might come later.

As the reception drew to a close, the fire burning inside of me was at a full flame. All of the cousins were staying at a local hotel and we agreed to meet later for drinks in Ethan’s room. I first went to my room to change out of my formal ware and into something far more comfortable and sexy: I planned on continuing our game. I donned a tee-shirt that hung off of one shoulder and a denim mini skirt and flip flops; I was braless and only wore white cotton panties under my very short skirt. This was pretty standard attire for me so I wasn’t worried about anyone catching on to my true intentions.

When I arrived in Ethan’s room, the party was in full swing with at least twenty of my cousins laughing and drinking. Ethan and I avoided looking at each other as much as possible for fear of someone catching on in such a small room. But I knew he was stealing glances at me, as I was him. He had changed into loose fitting jeans and a snug tee shirt that clung to his firm body. Once I caught him looking at me when I was sitting on the bed talking to another one of his sisters, so I spread my legs enough to give him a nice view of my bald pussy pressed against my white panties. I was so wet knowing that he was looking. Not too long after that I felt someone brush by me as I waited for the bathroom. Ethan made sure that I felt his hard on pressed against my ass as he squeezed between me and another cousin. By two, everyone had trickled out and gone to their rooms, including me. However, I had forgotten my room key in Ethan’s room so I had to go back. I don’t think I did it intentionally but who can say for sure.

Butterflies on speed raced through my stomach as I knocked on his door; Ethan answered wearing only his boxers. I openly gawked at his athletic form: washboard abs, toned legs and arms; and tanned a perfect shade of warm honey. I could only imagine what his ass looked like naked; the rest of him was magnificent. He always reminded me of a young Tom Selleck.

“I forgot my key,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. He didn’t say a word, just reached out, took my hand, and pulled me into the room. We stood there staring at each other in silence while his door slowly closed. The second the door clicked shut Ethan pushed me against it and kissed me with more passion than I had ever experienced. Two years of sexual frustration bubbled to the top like a dormant volcano come to life. My hands roamed his flesh as his kneaded my breasts through my tee-shirt. His other hand held the back of my neck possessively; which always turned me on to no end.

We stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity: our hands freely exploring, our mouths locked in wild abandonment. Finally, Ethan came up for air, resting his chin on my head. I laid my head on his chest, breathing heavily.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he said in a voice thick with unspent passion as he absent mindedly stroked my hair.

“Why, because we are legally cousins?” I had waged this battle repeatedly with myself over the years. “We are both adults, Ethan. We don’t share blood. More importantly, we both want this.” His strong erection pressing into my belly told me that he still wanted it as much as I did. I brazenly reached down into his boxers and stroked his hard cock. I heard his sharp intake of breath before he reclaimed my mouth.

Ethan lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “God, I want to go slow, to savor this, but I can’t wait to possess you!”

“Don’t go slow. Take me now. We have the rest of the night for slow,” I begged him. Ethan didn’t waste a second; with one hand he held me in place while the other hand moved my panties to the side and slipped his cock out of his boxers. In one swift motion Ethan entered me hard. I felt like I was going to explode! He thrust deep inside of me over and over, calling my name, kissing me deeply. I met his thrusts with ardent passion; I stroked his tongue with mine, and begged him to fuck me harder. I bit his neck and he squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples. Ethan continued hammering into me and I remember wondering if anyone in the hallway could hear us and not caring, only getting hotter at the thought.

“Fuck, I am going to cum!” I moaned into his neck as my body began to convulse against his. He cried out my name as his cock exploded inside of me. He continued to hold me in place as he collapsed against me, pinning me between him and the door; both of us unable to catch our breath. “Wow,” was all I could say.

“Wow is an understatement,” Ethan carried me into the bathroom and sat me down on the vanity while he started the shower. “That was beyond incredible and now that it is out of our systems, we can take our time and explore each other fully.” Ethan kissed me. He undressed me then stood me before him. “God, how I have dreamt about this! To finally see you naked, to taste you,” he placed a kiss on my belly, “to feel you,” he squeezed my ass than gave it a firm slap, “to tease you,” he flicked his tongue across my nipple. I squealed in delight. “You are everything I had hoped for and more, Marisa.” Ethan pulled me into the shower with him.

We soaped each other up, allowing our fingers to explore and linger in our most intimate places. I stood facing the back of the shower and he was behind me, soaping my backside. Ethan gently bent me over and I pressed my hands against the shower wall for balance as Ethan slipped two fingers through my slit and didn’t seem to have any problems locating my G-spot. He ruthlessly rubbed my sensitive nerves has he finger fucked me from behind. Ethan brought me to an orgasm with his fingers; my legs turned to rubber and I had to lean against the wall to keep from falling as my entire body shook from the powerful spasms. When I was finally able to stand without falling, I turned around and dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked hard on his purple head, making popping sounds, and then slid my tongue up and down his shaft. I massaged his balls with one hand while my other sneaked around and found his asshole. I gently flicked his bud and heard him moan. I slid the full length of his hard cock into my mouth, abandoned his balls so that both hands were free to explore his ass. I squeezed his cheeks then spread them before slipping a finger into his tight hole.

Ethan grabbed the back of my head and growled out my name. “Fuck, Marisa, don’t stop, baby!” I kept sucking and licking his rod while probing his hole until he came in my mouth. I milked him with my mouth then stood and kissed him deeply, letting him taste his salty cum.

When we were both recovered, we stepped out of the shower, dried each other off, and climbed into bed.

“Are you tired?” I asked.

“Why do you ask that; because I am twelve years older than you?” he laughed as he lowered his head and began to suck on my erect nipples. Ethan showered my breasts with kisses, gently sucking and nibbling at my nipples while caressing the mounds of flesh. I tried to touch him but he wouldn’t let me, “let me love you,” he said between sucking my nipples.

Ethan kissed his way down my body; he flicked his tongue in and out of my belly button before making his way down my leg. He gently sucked my toe, something I never liked before but he drove me crazy doing it. Then he slowly, achingly so slowly kissed his way back up to my inner thigh. He kissed and blew softly over every inch of my flesh. Just when I thought he would end my torment and lick my hot pussy, he flipped me over onto my stomach and straddled me. He pressed his erect penis between my ass cheeks as he lay against me; covering every inch of my flesh with his. He started to nibble the most sensitive part of my neck, causing me to squirm and moan. I wanted him so badly I started to beg.

“Ethan, please, please take me,” I said breathlessly.

“Don’t you like it?” He continued nibbling at my neck.

“Fuck yes! I love it! But I want you so much!”

“Patience, my love,” then he began to kiss his way down my back and across my ass. My skin felt cold when he sat up, separating our flesh. “Only naughty girls are impatient. Are you impatient, Marisa?”

“Yes.”

“So does that mean you’re a naughty girl?” He was stroking and kneading my cheeks.

“Yes,” I knew what was coming and started to lift my hips in anticipation.

“So what do we do to naughty girls?” His kneading grew harder.

“You spank them?” I could barely breathe.

“That’s right. Do you need to be spanked for being naughty, Marisa?”

“Yes.” SMACK! SMACK! Ethan delivered two quick hard slaps to my ass. I moaned and began to quiver. I loved being spanked.

“Are you still feeling impatient?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me now!” I demanded. SMACK! SMACK! He spanked me again and again. I could feel my ass turning red. Suddenly, he lifted my hips and spread my legs apart. I thought he was going to take me but instead he crawled under me and lowered me roughly on to his face. His tongue was hot as it delved into the folds of my wet pussy. Ethan kissed and licked me into a near frenzy. “Shit! Baby, I’m going to come!” He reached up and grabbed my hips, urging me into a grinding movement. I took the hint: I grabbed his hair and began to grind against his face. His mouth sucked and licked my hot pussy while his nose pressed against my hard clit. “Oh fuck, yes!” I felt the waves of hot spasms pass through my body one after another. I was afraid of suffocating him and tried to raise myself up but he wasn’t having it: he held me firmly in place as my hot cum shot into his mouth. When the spasms passed I collapsed onto the bed. “Goddamn, Ethan! Where the hell did you learn to do that so fucking good?”

Rather than answer me, he knelt in front of my face. My eyes met his and I eagerly rolled to my side and took every inch of his throbbing cock into my mouth. I alternated between sucking his shaft and balls. I pushed him back onto the bed and began to kiss my way down his body as he had down mine. I teased his inner thighs with kisses and bites before spreading his legs and sucking on his scrotum. Ethan moaned and pressed my head down, signaling me to continue his sweet torment. I licked, sucked and gently nibbled at his scrotum, occasionally allowing my tongue to flick down over the tight bud of his asshole. He responded positively to those advances so I told him to flip over. When he had I sunk my teeth into his firm ass. He arched his back and moaned. “You like that, Baby?”

“Fuck yes!” So I bit his other cheek a little harder and he arched his hips.

I raised him up on his knees and spread his ass cheeks. I gently blew on his tight asshole each time I flicked my tongue across it. His moans grew louder and he began to stroke his cock. I knew he liked it so I started to lick his asshole in earnest, teasing his bud and gently probing it with my tongue while he continued to jerk off. I was getting hot again knowing that I was turning him on. Finally, he turned around, flipped me back onto my belly, raised my hips up, and slammed his rock hard cock into my wet pussy. He fucked me hard for several minutes, pulling my hair, and slapping my ass. We switched into the reverse cowgirl and I rode him until I came again. As I started to cum he lifted me off of his cock and onto his face; I sucked his cock, loving the taste of my musky juices, while he sucked cum out of me.

I flipped around for a standard cowgirl and he guided my hips from a fast bounce to a slow grind and back. I lost count of my orgasms as they rolled into each other. Finally, when my legs couldn’t take it any longer, Ethan rolled me onto my back and fucked me. He threw my legs over his shoulders and rubbed my clit while pounding my pussy. He moved to partially lay on top of me. He slowed his pace and stared into my eyes as he shot his hot load into my throbbing pussy. We kissed while our bodies recovered; deep sensual kisses.

We fell asleep still joined. I woke up first; it was close to noon. We had missed the family breakfast. I worried briefly if the family would make too much of us both missing it then realized that as drunk as everyone was the previous night, we probably weren’t the only ones missing. I slid away from my sleeping cousin and headed for the shower, feeling the dull throbbing between my legs. Ethan soon joined me and we started all over again.

It must have been a week before I was walking normally again. Ethan and I continued to find alone time together whenever the family gathered. Eventually he married and we stopped. Then he divorced and we began again. We continued like this for years.