I knew what my life was missing.
I had never been a fan of porn, though the subject didn’t bother me. I had had a few relationships in the past, but they had never turned into anything serious, and by the time I had turned 21 I was still a virgin. This fact didn’t bother me, though my friends often chided me about it – I took the ribbing, even joked back a bit, but the idea of having sex with a woman who I cared nothing for had never interested me; to be honest, it appalled me. My respect for women has always been something that I took pride in, and still do – I open doors for them, I pull their chairs out when I take them out to dinner, and I never kiss on the first date unless they want me to. I’m an old-fashioned guy, I guess.
I was an only child and a child of a single parent – I knew my dad, but the relationship he had with my mom had never worked out. For most of my life I lived with my mother, with a few weeks during summer, and lately holidays, spent in New Mexico with my father.
The only person in my family who lived close at all was my cousin, Mia, who I absolutely adored. She had lived with us for a bit when I was seventeen while her parents were getting divorced, and we had grown quite close; she was the closest thing that I had to a sister at that point, and we shared everything together. Our favorite subject of conversation was the old standby “Would You Rather,” which started off debating our favorite celebrities and ultimately dove-tailed into the strange and bizarre, ranging from debates between fucking Edgar Allen Poe or Ernest Hemingway to a cat or a dog. We shared a room at that time, as our small apartment was only a two-bedroom, and I had developed moderate sleeping problems due to my chivalry: she would sleep on the bed, and I would be stuck on the floor, utilizing our under-stuffed couch cushions.
It had been the summer, so staying up late didn’t interfere with our studies, and my mom worked nights at the sheriff’s office as a receptionist, so we had a lot of time to ourselves. We grew close during that summer, to the point where I would shirk my friends (and, indeed, her shirking hers) in favor of spending time together. When her parent’s divorce had been finalized, her mother had won full custody; she had packed her bags and moved to North Carolina, leaving me with a hole in my heart that no woman could fill.
We were seventeen at the time; as the years wore on, we kept in touch, at first by phone and then via Facebook. I had forgone college in favor of taking a position as a playwright for the high school that I graduated from, and while the pay was horrible my mother wasn’t in any position to see me go – I was the only man in her life, with her working nights not allowing her any type of social life, and I adjusted my schedule around hers; most often I was up until she got home, we would spend some time chatting, and then we would both go to bed at around six o’clock in the morning or so.
My mother had just gone to bed – I could hear the snoring through the thin walls – and I was busy working on my next project, when I heard a soft knock at the door. It was the opening to “Shave and a Haircut,” the old standby, and I arose from my small table by the entrance to the kitchen to answer it.
There she stood, a bit taller than I remembered her, and a lot more tan – North Carolina had been good to my cousin.
“Jon!” She yelled, jumping into my arms, hugging me around the neck tightly. Her legs curled around my abdomen like a vice, and my only option was to hug her back. “Oh Jon, I’ve missed you so much.”
I dropped her lightly on her feet and held her at arm’s length. “Mia, what are you doing here? I thought you were still in North Carolina, studying psychology.”
She smiled the smile that I remembered so well. “I decided to take some time off and come back home for a bit. Mom was concerned at first, but when I told her I needed to get away and see you she bought me a plane ticket and I headed out on the next flight.” She hugged me again, not jumping into my arms like a long-lost lover this time, though the thought of her being one crossed my mind.
“Well, it’s great to see you. You look great. Sorry I look like crap, I wasn’t expecting company.” The truth was that I did look like crap – I was wearing nothing but a pair of ratty boxers that I had owned since before she had moved in four years ago and my long hair hung down to my shoulders, partially obscuring my vision.
“Yeah, you look a bit like Willie Nelson – you know, without the gray.” She laughed, her seductive laugh that I remembered, and a smile escaped me.
“I know, sorry. Like I said, I wasn’t expecting company. Come in, have a seat; let me take your bag. Can I get you something?”
She gave an audible sigh as she sat down on our couch – a new one, bought from a consignment store and thankfully not threadbare like our previous one – and put her feet on the coffee table. “I’m fine, thanks. Come here, I want to catch up a bit. Is your mom still working at the sheriff’s office?”
“Yeah,” I said, sitting in the chair across from her, “she’s still working nights there. It’s nice because I can work during the night without interruptions; she’s asleep right now,” I added, more as an afterthought than anything else.
“Wow, you guys haven’t changed much.” She smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat. Here she was, my long-lost cousin, sitting across from me chatting as if the past four years had never occurred. We talked about anything and everything that we could think of, from what she had been doing over the past four years to the colors of the skies over North Carolina and Colorado. It was a relief to see her – no, not a relief, as I had never been worried about her, but more of a pleasure, like a fine Merlot that had aged just long enough to bring out the full potential of the flavor.
The conversation abruptly turned serious. “Why did you really come here, Mia? You sounded so happy in North Carolina.”
She wrung her hands, obviously hiding something. “I just needed a break, that’s all.” She smiled at me again, but her smile was more pleading than anything, as if she were asking me to drop the subject. I couldn’t, of course, so I pressed on, at the time oblivious to her silent pleading.
“Come on, Mia, I know you too well to accept that you flew across the country because you missed me. You hate flying, remember? So spill it – why are you really here?”
She looked down at her hands and her voice became a mere whisper. “I was…Jesus, I can’t even say it. Jon, I didn’t know what to do, I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t even think and it all happened so fast—“
“Woah, Mia, slow down.” I moved over to the couch and took her hands into mine. “Slow down and tell me what happened.” I was concerned at this point, and my face showed it; she broke down, sobbing into my chest. I grabbed her into a hug and rocked her slowly, as I did for my mom after a particularly bad day at work. “Shh, it’s OK, I’m here now. Just tell me what happened.”
She sat up, taking a deep breath to compose herself, and wiped her eyes. “OK. I can do this. I was at this party last month, and I had a bit too much to drink, and I ended up in the back of a van with this asshole. He…he raped me, Jon, he raped me and then his friends all had their fun too. Jesus Christ, Jon, I was raped.” She breathed the last sentence and immediately broke down again, sobbing once more into my chest.
I was too angry to speak. The thought that some son of a bitch had taken my cousin – my Mia – and had stolen her innocence made my blood boil. My head was reeling with possible revenge scenarios, the most prevalent being getting his name and flying to Winston-Salem to beat the shit out of him. I would gladly spend twenty years in jail if it meant that my cousin’s attacker had been thoroughly destroyed.
But instead, I merely rocked my cousin back and forth, reassuring her that she was completely safe here with me. “Does your mom know?” I asked, gently, when she had finally stopped sobbing.
“No, I couldn’t bear to tell her. What would she think? You know my mom, she would have had a shit fit. I told her that the stress of college was getting to me and that I needed to take some time off. She tried to tell me to stay, but I was pretty firm; I actually played the move-card on her, and she caved, can you believe that? Jesus, Jon, I’m sorry to burst in here, but I didn’t know what to do. You were always my best friend, you were always the one I could count on when things…when things got tough, and I didn’t know what else to do.” She broke down for the third time.
“Mia, it’s OK, everything’s going to be OK. Here, why don’t you get some sleep – you can sleep in my bed, like you used to. I’ll stay on the couch.” I started to get up but she pulled me back down, her eyes glistening with her tears.
“No, please, Jon, just stay with me for a minute, please? I promise I won’t cry on you anymore.” She gave me a small smile, and tears welled in the corners of my eyes.
“Of course, just let me get comfortable. Do you want to watch a movie or something?”
“Yeah, a movie sounds good. You know what, though, I’m a bit tired, could I lie down in your room? I don’t want to bother your mom.” She got up, my hands still in hers, and slowly made her way to my room.
The layout hadn’t changed, except for the addition of a VCR/DVD combo to my small setup, and I could tell that the familiarity of the room put her at ease. Just the idea of normalcy in her hectic world made her feel more secure. She lay down on the bed, kicking off her shoes, and got underneath the covers. I put on one of the TV shows that I enjoyed watching and curled up beside her, making sure I didn’t crush her as I maneuvered over her. She grabbed my arm and put it around her, and I couldn’t help but admire her sheer tenacity – even after the brutality that she had endured she was still comfortable enough to let a man be this close to her.
No, not just some guy – her cousin. That was the key difference, I had to tell myself.
I hadn’t had a woman in my bed, family or otherwise, for well over a year – I was too involved in my work to let anything get in the way, and frankly I didn’t really care about sex too much. It wasn’t at the forefront of my thoughts, though when she put my arm around her I felt the tingle of sexuality in the air, despite all evidence to the contrary. I pushed the invading thought from my mind as quickly as it entered it, instead reveling in the fact that my cousin, my best friend, was finally back.
Time crawled as my cousin adjusted to the new life that had been forced upon her. Her mother was worried, of course, but after repeated conversations with Mia she finally stopped calling. My own mother was delighted to see her, as they had also grown close while she had stayed, though the circumstances of her visit – the true reason she was here – was known only to the two of us. We kept up the charade of her taking some time off from college, which worked surprisingly well, and in the interim the relationship that we had enjoyed four years ago continued as if she had never left.
The topic of sex was broached just one time and she had gone white as a ghost – we had been washing the dishes, me washing, her drying, and she had actually dropped a plate, letting it shatter onto the linoleum. The conversation had started innocently enough, and I had merely suggested a small game of would you rather when she had suddenly froze. My momentary lapse of thought immediately hit me, and immediately I welled up with tears at the obvious pain I had inflicted upon Mia.
“Oh my God, Mia, I’m so sorry, I – I didn’t think, Jesus Christ I’m so sorry,” I stammered, trying to apologize. Her tears hit me like a punch in the stomach and I felt even worse for it. “Mia, please, I’m so sorry, I just didn’t think about what I was thinking. Mia, please, I’m so sorry.”
She looked at me and smiled, despite the tears falling down her face. “Jon, don’t worry about it. I can’t expect you to curb your conversation topics because of me. I’m just…I don’t even know why I reacted like that, we used to play all the time. I guess I was just thinking of how great of a guy you are.”
That stopped me cold. “Wait, you’re not mad at me?”
“Of course not! Jon, you didn’t mean to make me cry – I tend to do that a lot without any outside help. You’ve been so kind to me, letting me sleep in your bed, doing my laundry for me, making my dinner, and here I am just completely useless. Shit, I jump when someone says sex, for god’s sake.” She laughed, a small bark escaping through her tears.
“Mia, I’m not going to let you fend for yourself, especially after…after what happened to you. If anything I’m the jerk for bringing it back up. I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it sweetie, you were just making small talk.” She blushed a bit. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you that. It…it was a pet name I had for Brandon, back before he turned into a fucking asshole.”
“I’m surprised that you’re not catatonic, Mia, to be honest with you – after what happened I’d figured you’d be rocking yourself to sleep every night. You’re a lot braver than you give yourself credit for.”
She smiled again, that small smile that reminded me of when she was just a care-free seventeen year old lost in the clutches of a nasty custody battle, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Jon, I’m a tough woman, I can handle myself. It was just…so shocking, you know? I was a virgin when that happened, and I never really drank before that night, and Brandon just took advantage of me, and then his friends…” she trailed off, not needing to explain further. I put down the dish rag and hugged her.
“Damnit Jon, your shirt is all wet!” She pushed away from me, mock disgust written on her face, and I immediately splashed her with the water running from the tap. She laughed and attempted to shield herself from the barrage of water, though by the time I was through she was soaking wet. I couldn’t help but notice her nipples piercing through her white shirt, though I quickly looked back at the sink, tearing the thought from my mind.
“Jesus, Jon, I’m fucking soaked now. I need to go change.” She turned around, dropping the rag that she had been using the dry the dishes on the table that served as my workstation, and headed into the bedroom. “Aren’t you coming? I need your help to pick out an outfit.”
“I’m not gay, you know – I don’t know how things like that match,” I called from the kitchen, though I followed her anyway. “If you haven’t noticed the most colorful thing in my wardrobe is my tie-died Sabbath shirt.” I turned the corner into the bedroom and had to stop in shock of what I saw.
She had her back to me, but it was bare. She was topless, standing over the bed, rifling through her bag. She had no tan line, which was surprising given her modesty – at least, the modesty that I had known before she had left. Clearly she had changed. I quickly regained my composure and turned around. “Sorry, Mia, I didn’t know you were undressed.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. You’re practically my brother, and you’re sure as hell my best friend, I’m not worried about being naked in front of you. Turn around and tell if this looks OK.”
I turned around and, instead of seeing a shirt covering her, all I saw was her naked breasts staring at me. I shielded my eyes and turned back around. “Jesus, Mia, you should have told me you were still topless! I know we’re family and all, but still, I can’t in good conscience go around being myself with you standing there with your tits out.”
“Jon,” she said soothingly, “I’ve been through a hell of a lot of shit these past few months. You’re the only person who I feel even remotely comfortable around, and this is a huge step for me. Just look at me, please. If you want, I’ll put something on to make you feel more comfortable.” I heard a slight rustling noise and then turned around as she slid the shirt into place. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, and her perky breasts – I couldn’t tell for sure, but they looked like C cups from where I was standing – were completely covered again.
“Mia, I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” she asked, sitting down on the bed. “I told you, this is difficult for me, but you’re the only person that can help me get over what I’ve been through. You’ve been so kind and supporting, and I can’t thank you enough. Isn’t…isn’t this what you want?”
I looked at her in shock. “You think I want to sleep with you? Good god, Mia, that’s the furthest thing from my mind!”
Her eyes welled up in tears. “Jon, I’m so sorry, I thought…I thought…Oh God, I don’t know what I was thinking,” she wailed, then ran from the room, hiding her face. Before I could react, she had ran outside into the rain that was coming down in sheets, leaving me alone in the empty house.
Things had quieted down a bit after that, but our relationship had taken a decided turn for the worse. Mia was no longer her bubbly self, a change that even my mother had taken notice of. She spent most of the day sleeping, and at night she stayed in my bed, curled under the blankets while I worked on my plays. At first I tried to get her to talk to me, but the only responses I could illicit from her were yes and no answers and the occasional grunt.
After a week of her depressed mood I decided it was time to sit down and have a full on talk with her. I had finished my project that day and, after going to the local theatre to give my play – a film noir adaption of Bram Stoker’s Dracula – to my editor, I made my way back home and straight to Mia, who was still where she had been when I left, in my bed, watching a movie that I didn’t even know I had.
“Mia,” I began and then stopped. She was sleeping, and she had pulled the blanket down, exposing her naked torso. I didn’t know she slept naked – since the fight I had been sleeping on the couch, and apparently she had changed her sleeping habits. I stood still, marveling at her beauty, wondering what I had been so afraid of when she had exposed herself to me that night. Was it because she was my cousin, my own blood? Was it because I had never been with a woman in any type of intimate setting before? Questions raced through my mind, only a few of which were about my reluctance to her advance; the rest were scandalous by comparison.
I shook my head, clearing my mind in the process, and sat down on the bed. The movement made her stir, but only slightly. I nudged her, whispering her name, and her eyes fluttered open to meet mine. “Jon?” she asked sleepily, and I nodded. “Jon, what are you doing?”
“I wanted to talk to you…about what happened last week. Can you sit up so we can talk?” I gestured to her naked torso and she quickly covered herself with the blanket, giving me an apologetic smile in return.
“Well, you took off last week after what happened and I haven’t had a chance to talk to you. It’s not for lack of trying, but you’ve been so depressed lately I didn’t want to press the subject. But enough is enough, Mia; I don’t want to lose you like I did four years ago. You’re my best friend, my only friend, really, and to be honest with you I was afraid that if I did some of the things that I’ve thought about since then you’d just pull away from me, and I’d never get you back.” I was surprised to see tears in her eyes, and was even more surprised to feel tears of my own begin to well up.
“Jon, I’m sorry I came after you like that. I really haven’t been the same since…since the whole thing back in North Carolina, and I was afraid that if I didn’t do something that you would go away from me. My whole life guys have only wanted sex from me, and after the whole Brandon thing it feels like that’s the only thing that I’m good for. I thought…I thought that you would be the same way. That you were only being nice to me because you wanted to fuck me.” Her eyes fell, tears running silently down her cheeks.
I grabbed her by the chin, gently, and lifted her head up until her eyes were level with mine. With a sure hand I wiped the tears away from her cheeks and smiled at her. “Mia, I would never dream of hurting you that way. I never wanted to fuck you, I only wanted my cousin back. I wanted things to be like they were before you left, when we would play together and stay up all night talking and laughing. I wanted you to be happy, away from the horrors that seem to have followed you here. I only want you happy.”
She did something that I didn’t expect then: she kissed me.
It wasn’t a friendly cousin kiss; no, this was something with meaning behind it. Though it was a light kiss, the passion behind it was all too real, and I found myself kissing her back, being careful not to let things get too far. I pulled away, too quickly it seemed, and stared at her. “Mia, what are you doing?”
“Jon, I don’t know anymore. All I know is that when I’m with you, I’m safe, and I’m not afraid of anything, of anyone. I’m myself when I’m around you. Can you hear me out?” I merely nodded, and she sat back again, holding the blanket against her bare chest. “When I was living here, I felt betrayed by my parents. It was like it was my fault that they were fighting, and I had this intense guilt that I never really got rid of. But when I was with you, I didn’t feel that way. You and Aunt April made me feel so at home, I felt like I was destined to be with you.
“That’s when I first found out that I was in love you. I loved you – I always had, but it wasn’t until I left after that summer that I realized that you were the only person that I truly loved. It stayed with me throughout the rest of high school and into college, and I tried to save myself for you. I didn’t want to lose myself to anyone but you, but I knew that it was a pipe dream at best. I felt horrible for a long time until I met Brandon, because he was someone who was as easy going as you are, though that’s about where the similarities end.
“As I became more involved with Brandon I began to grow distant with him because my feelings for you were too strong. I broke up with him at the party, which is why he raped me I think, and that’s when I knew that I needed to see you again. I left two days afterwards and ever since I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, somehow; when you rejected me, it tore me apart, and I felt…betrayed, to be honest with you.” She paused as a small sob escaped her; she wiped the tears away, took a deep breath, and continued. “That’s why I’ve been so distant with you – I knew that I could never have you. I know that now.” She hung her head.
I was completely dumbfounded at this sudden turn of events. “Mia,” I began, then stopped. How could I respond? I took a deep breath and, again, took her chin and lifted her head to look at her. “Mia, I’m sorry that I hurt you as much as I did – believe me, that wasn’t my intention. You are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever met, and I haven’t been really involved with anyone since you left. Not that I’d been involved with anyone before you left, but you know what I mean. I always knew that no one could compare to you, though I told myself that I just wasn’t interested in sex at all. But the truth of it is that no one could come close to the hold that you have over me.”
“Really?” She perked up slightly, though her eyes still held doubt.
“Of course. No one I’ve dated since you left held the allure that you have, and for a while I thought I could never find someone as unique as you. That’s why I haven’t been interested in sex at all, because you’re the only person who I could imagine being with. Or, rather, someone like you. When you came back, it was like my wishes had been granted – not because I found someone I could fuck on a regular basis, but because I had the love of my life back. Because you are the love of my life, Mia, and what that means I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve never had any kind of sexual thoughts toward you, because I never looked at you that way—” at this point she began to cry again, silent as always, and I knew that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. I quickly backtracked. “But, Mia, that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you now.”
She sobbed audibly, clutching the blanket tighter to her chest. In a move that even I didn’t expect, I grabbed her hands and held them in my own, letting the blanket fall to her waist, exposing her naked breasts once again. “Mia, I want you. But only if you want me.” She let go of my hands and pulled me closer, bringing my head down to hers.
We kissed again, and this time I held nothing back. Our tongues fought fiercely as we fought the blankets away, exposing her naked self to me. I pulled away to admire her form, taking in as much as I could. “Mia,” I said, marveling at her beauty, “you are absolutely gorgeous.” I reached forward, taking her left breast in my hand, kneading it softly. She moaned softly, urging me forward, and I pushed her gently back against the headboard, taking her soft tit into my mouth.
Another soft moan escaped her lips as I lightly caressed her nipple with my tongue, kissing and caressing at the same time. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Jon,” she whispered, taking my head into her hands again. “You don’t know how long I’ve needed this.” She kissed me again, taking the time to explore my mouth with her tongue. I kissed her back, the passion billowing forth as I acted on pure instinct. She pulled my shirt over my head quickly, ending our embrace just long enough to get it off of my body, and was quickly back to her explorations.
“Can we take this slow, though?” she asked, ending our embrace. She whispered her request, her eyes closed, wishing the moment would never end – at least I was wishing that, and hoped she was too.
“Of course, Mia,” I said simply, and instead of kissing her mouth I moved slightly lower, lightly kissing her neck and shoulders; her body was smooth as velvet and warm to the touch, as I imagined a woman would be. As I imagined the perfect woman would be, though I had never dreamed that Mia would be my perfect woman. “How slow do you want to go?” I whispered as I caressed her breasts with my tongue, slowly drawing circles around her erect nipples.
“I just want to enjoy this,” she whispered back, her hand running through my hair. With no warning I jumped down to her pussy, which was completely shaven and licked at her clit. Despite my virginity I was knowledgeable about the female form and knew where her sensitive spots were. My soft probing of her mound elicited gasps and moans from my cousin, her hand rubbing hard circles on the top of my head. I continued licking her clit as she squirmed beneath me, though I was merely teasing her more than anything.
Before long her moans at this oral ecstasy that I was subjecting her to became louder, her breath coming more ragged. I continued my light licking, occasionally running my tongue along the crack of her pussy, causing her to gasp audibly and moan even louder as I made my way back to her clit.
She began to shiver lightly and I could tell she was close to coming. My suspicions were confirmed when she suddenly burst out, “Jesus, Jon, I’m coming! Oh my God, Jon, don’t stop, keep going!” I licked faster then, wanting her first orgasm with me to be her best, and as she pushed over the threshold her screams grew in intensity. I noticed, with a small smile of satisfaction, that she was clutching the sheets with both hands, twisting them as pleasure coursed through her body. Her toes curled reflexively as she moaned her way through her orgasm, and I continued licking her pussy. It was incredibly wet, despite the saliva that coated it, and I could feel her juices trickling down my unshaven chin.
I made my way back up to her face, lightly kissing her left nipple on the way, and she kissed me passionately, her tongue eager to taste the juices that still coated my mouth. “Jesus,” she said, breaking away, “that was fucking incredible. Jon, I didn’t know that I could feel something like that.” She collapsed, her head turning to the side, and I dismounted her perfect body to lay next to her. My cock was throbbing, but I barely noticed it – my cousin, and her ecstasy, was all I needed at this moment.
Though I was oblivious to my erection, Mia wasn’t. “What do you want me to do to you?” she asked coyly, smiling broadly. Her chest still heaved from the exertion of her orgasm, but I merely smiled at her. “Mia, you don’t have to do anything. That was more than enough for me.”
“Nonsense, Jon, I’m not one to not return a favor. And that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had – it’s a lot different than using a hairbrush. That was amazing. Seriously, Jon, what do you want me to do?”
Though she was smiling, I wasn’t. “Mia, you’ve been through a lot recently. I’m not going to ask you to do anything that you don’t want to do.” The smile on her face faded, and her breathing slowed. I was still mesmerized by her beauty, but I wasn’t about to let my wild libido ravage her the way that I wanted to. Licking her wet cunt was more than enough to get me going, but I loved her too much to act like the fucker that had taken her virginity. The virginity that rightfully should have been mine.
She lay beside me, breathing slowly. Finally she said, “Jon, I want to fuck you. No, I don’t want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. Can I be your first, Jon?” I merely nodded my affirmation and she quickly got up onto her knees. She reached down and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them off me in a deft move that I wouldn’t believe she was capable of making – I didn’t even have to move. I had to lift my ass off the bed to remove my boxers and she quickly got on top of me, grabbing my cock to slide it in.
She stopped as she grabbed my rigid member. She dismounted slowly, not having let me enter her, and gazed longingly at it. “You know, Brandon was circumcised, and he was bigger.”
I was immediately on the defensive. “You don’t like it?” I asked, my feelings slightly hurt.
She looked shocked. “No, I love it! Brandon was huge, it hurt like hell. You look…perfect.” She lowered her head and kissed the tip of my cock, not bothering to pull the foreskin back. “It’s absolutely perfect.” She quickly got back up and this time made no effort to stop as she lowered her pussy onto me.
Slipping into her was the single best experience of my life.
She was tight, hot, and wet, and despite my smaller size than the dick that had first entered her she seemed to enjoy it immensely. She grinded away, slowly, savoring the feeling, and I grabbed her by the hips. I was in heaven; her pussy was seemingly made for my cock, and mine alone. I could feel the juices flowing onto my pubic hair as she rode me, her head swaying back and forth as if in a trance, the moans increasing in their volume.
She leaned forward to kiss me and I grabbed her around the torso, impaling her mouth with my tongue; she never broke stride and continued to grind on my cock, her breasts sitting heavily on my chest. She felt absolutely amazing, and we continued this dance for several minutes until I felt a familiar tightening in my balls. “Mia, baby, I’m going to come, oh you’re going to make me come.” The sensation heightened as I realized that she was going to let me explode inside her, and the aftermath of such an action was lost on me as I grabbed her tightly around the torso and finally came inside of her.
“Oh Jon, oh yeah, come for me baby,” she whispered into my ear as I groaned out my orgasm into her shoulder. I hadn’t masturbated in quite some time, as I was too busy working and taking care of Mia to worry about myself, and now it felt that I was really making up for lost time. My orgasm continued for quite some time and Mia just kept moaning into my ear, heightening the sensation of my orgasm. When I had finally finished she rolled off of me, taking care not to drop any of my cum on the sheets.
“Jon, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.” She giggled. “I’m a mess, though, I’m going to hop into the shower.” She got up, again making sure that my mess didn’t make a mess, and made her way, naked, to the bathroom. It was just past midnight, mom wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet, and there were a million things still buzzing through my mind. But the one thing that I needed most was sleep.
After Mia and I had consummated the love we both felt for each other I was afraid that our relationship would change, though as the days wore on I didn’t feel us growing apart; rather, we grew closer, drawn more into each other and rearranging our lives so that we spent as little time apart as possible.
Mia approached me one night, not long after mom had gone to work, something hidden behind her back. I looked at her cautiously, not knowing what she was thinking, but interested in her thoughts just the same. As she walked closely toward me, the smile on her face growing wider with each step, my curiosity finally got the best of me. “What are you doing?” I asked, scooting back so my back was resting against my headboard.
She crawled up on top of me and kissed me lightly, the thing that she was hiding still clutched in her hands. “I want to try something new.” She revealed what she was hiding: a small bottle of KY lubrication. “I was thinking…” she didn’t finish. Instead, she got off of me, stripping off her top as she did so, revealing once again her beautiful tits to me. She then proceeded to pull her panties off, throwing them lightly onto my face. Her smell engulfed my senses, the sweet-yet-musky smell of her pussy dancing through my mind, making me go crazy with lust. I was already naked, as I began sleeping naked not long after I began sleeping with my cousin, and she sidled into bed beside me.
I felt the warmth of her body against mine and wrapped my arms tightly around her chest, letting my hands rest upon her supple breasts. She sighed contentedly and turned to face me, her mouth just inches from mine. “Jon,” she whispered, “I want to try something new.”
“What do you want to try?” I asked, oblivious to what she was asking.
“I…I was thinking…” she sounded embarrassed to mention it, so I took a guess.
“Mia, what do you want to do? Do you want to try anal or something?”
She flashed me a great big smile and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve seen a couple of porn flicks where they take it up the ass and always wondered what it felt like. That’s why I brought the lube tonight.”
I had never expected my luscious cousin to want to try something as dirty as anal sex, though I did love the fact that she was adventurous enough to want to try it at all. I sized her up, briefly, before responding, “I hear it hurts at first. Are you sure you want to try it?”
She nodded again. “I want to share every part of me with you. We’ve done it in all sorts of different positions already, but this is the one thing we haven’t done.” She pulled the blanket down, letting my cock spring forward. It was hard as a rock, the full five inches of its length seeming to wink up at her. She smiled down and grabbed the lube from where she had left it to get undressed, pouring some into her hand. “This may be a bit cold,” she breathed as she rubbed the lubrication onto my cock.
Instead of it being cold, a sensation of warmth spread along the length of my shaft. Feeling Mia’s delicate hands handling my cock, even for something so little as applying lubrication, set my nerves on fire, and I moaned in pleasure a she applied the lube. She smiled at me, that smile that I felt she put on just for me, and proceeded to bend over, exposing her naked ass to me. I took it in, marveling at its perfect roundness, then quickly got up and positioned myself behind her.
I knew that I had to be careful; the one time I had experimented with the handle of a screwdriver had been all the warning to keep things out of my own ass, and I was a bit nervous that I would hurt her. My cock seemed to disagree, however, pointing straight as it was, obviously not caring into which of my cousin’s orifices I shoved it into. I lowered myself, lining my cock with her tight pink asshole, and forced my way in, slowly but with definite force.
Being uncircumcised it took some time to get used to the tightness; the feeling that my cockhead experienced was almost painful, and the tightness, even with the lubrication, pressed hard on my pulsing member, forcing me to take it centimeter by centimeter. My cousin moaned in pain, her teeth gritted, but she didn’t ask me to stop, and I honestly didn’t want to. The feeling of her ass and the sensation of doing something that, in my opinion, was taboo, made my heart pound, focusing my energies into making sure that I made Mia as comfortable as I could while still penetrating her virgin backside.
After what seemed like minutes my balls touched the bottom of her pussy and I moaned as my cock finally impaled itself on her ass. I took a second to size up the feeling, just being inside my cousin’s ass, feeling her tightness pulsate around my cock, before finally pulling out and beginning to pound into her. She moaned in pain again, but again never told me to stop; in turn I took the bottle and put some more lubrication around my cock, my head still inside her, allowing me to be a bit rougher in my handling of fucking her ass.
The added lube seemed to do the trick as Mia began to relax; her ass unclenched a bit and she began to moan, her moans changing from pain to pleasure almost instantly. She reached up underneath her and began fingering herself, rubbing her clit furiously, and my tempo increased. I was lost in heaven, her ass the most wonderful feeling in the world, the heat radiating off her body engulfing my senses as I pounded away. Her moans became louder, and through my disbelief she began to orgasm, the familiar sound ripping through the air and filling me with a sense of satisfaction and pride. I had made my cousin come by fucking her ass, and I was damn proud of it; my own orgasm was still a long way away, despite the tightness of her hole, and she could sense that I wasn’t going to come soon either.
She lay forward, my cock popping out of her ass, and handed me a towel that I hadn’t noticed she had brought in. “Wipe it off, I want to try something else,” she said, and I did as I was told. Her ass was clean, that much I knew, and I kissed it as I bent over slightly to wipe the lube off of my cock. She moaned again, but before I could delve further into the rim job that I was hoping to give her she had turned over and pushed me onto the bed.
“Close your eyes,” she whispered. Again I did as I was told.
I felt her move, the pressure on the mattress changing around me, and suddenly I felt the warmth of her body pressing against mine. I expected a kiss, to feel her breasts against my own pounding chest, but I was rewarded instead with a radiant heat engulfing my cock and the sweet-yet-musky smell of her pussy in my face. She had climbed on me in the 69 position, and was busy sucking my cock with an intensity that I didn’t know existed.
The smell of her pussy engulfed my nostrils and I quickly probed outward, still keeping my eyes closed. Her dripping vagina was less than an inch away from my hungry, insatiable mouth and I forced my tongue into her hole, lapping up her juices and eliciting a moan from her that vibrated my cock in her mouth. The sensation sent a shock through my body and the tempo of my fierce licking increased, causing her to moan louder into my pelvic region. Her hand, which she had used during our brief foray into anal to stimulate her clit, found its way to my sack, rubbing in deliberate circles and fondling my junk in a manner that made the cum in them rise slightly.
I immediately felt the pull of orgasm rushing through my cock and I stopped licking only to inform her that I was getting close. To my surprise she did not stop her sucking or fondling and actually increased the speed of her head bobbing up and down. There was no teeth at all, just tongue and motion, and her expertise made me wonder where she had learned how to take a dick, but before I could begin to think about it I had shot into her mouth.
It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had and I gritted my teeth, wrapping my hands around her in an effort to grab onto something to help ride the waves of pleasure that washed over me. I moaned into her sopping pussy, filled with both her own juices and my saliva, rubbing my face into it in an effort to enhance the pleasure that her motions on my cock were doing to me.
The waves begin to subside and she slid off once she felt no more of my spunk hitting the back of her throat. She had swallowed it all, much to my surprise. “When did you learn how to suck cock like that?” I asked her when she was again lying against me, her chest rising and falling lightly in concert with my own.
“Movies, mainly. When I knew I wanted only you I began fantasizing about you, and I would watch a bunch of different fuck films, replacing all the men in them with you. I watched a lot of them and jerked off to most imagining taking your cum in my mouth. I’ve heard rumors that it tasted nasty, but yours was surprisingly good.”
“I’ve read up about what makes cum taste sweeter, and after you and I started having sex I changed my diet. I added a lot of fruit and stayed away from the fat, if you haven’t noticed. An apple a day, as they say,” I said, laughing a bit. She laughed too.
“Well, I definitely appreciate it. You’re so good to me, Jon, I don’t know what I would do without you. I wish I could stay with you forever, right here in this bedroom; I don’t ever want to leave your side.” She turned her head and nuzzled into my neck; I rustled her hair slightly and ran my fingers along her arm, watching the goosebumps begin to rise. We laid like that, in each other’s arms, not daring to move, until we both succumbed to sleep.
Mia never left. She had spoken to her mother and told her the full story of what Brandon had done to her – after that, her mother allowed her to stay with us, as long as my mom said it was fine. For years we slept in the same bedroom with my mother completely oblivious to what we were up to. We had bought a second bed and somehow managed to fit it into my small, cramped bedroom, but all that did was perpetuate the lie that we were just platonically in love.
My mother eventually found out what we were doing, though by then she had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and we were forced to place her in a nursing home. The apartment’s rent was cheap enough that I could afford it, along with all the bills, on the small salary that I made from the local theatre, and I eventually sold one of my plays to a major company that had several hits on Broadway. The topic of moving came up, but Mia was emphatically against it; she was adamant about staying in our small, cramped apartment, saying it was home. I wasn’t against staying, so the topic of moving never came up again.
We couldn’t get married, despite wanting to every day that we were together, though we found a way to make it work; we were too in love to deny ourselves the pleasures of calling each other husband and wife, and whenever we would go out we would always claim the status of being married.
And so our lives continued. We grew old together in that small apartment, never bothering with telling the family what had happened. By the time she had her first child both her mother and my mother had passed on, and with no other family to consider telling our lives became decidedly less complicated. And to this day I still love my little Mia with all my heart, and I know that she loves me just as much.
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