The headboard slammed against the wall as I thrusted with what was left of my strength. I felt the impending explosion rumbling in my balls and prepared to pull out. Stacy, my roommate's girlfriend, screamed into the pillow as I brought her to a swift orgasm. She was on all fours, bent down as I gripped her waist and plowed into her.
We needed this quickie before I flew home for the holidays. My flight was in an hour, and John, my roommate, was out grabbing beers and chips, no doubt in preparation for spending some quality alone time with his faithful lover. I had gone a whole week without any sex. Final exams demanded my full attention, especially because I hadn't been performing so well in my college courses. By the time it was all over, I was desperate to fuck any living creature with tits, and when John made the fateful decision to head down to the grocery store, that someone happened to be his girlfriend, Stacy.
When I could no longer hold it in, I removed myself from Stacy's soaking pussy and sprayed my cum all over her back. Some of it even got into her blonde hair. All that pent-up frustration manifested itself in one powerful eruption.
It wasn't all that difficult to find satisfaction in Stacy. She had caught me staring at her all night, and as soon as John disappeared, I snuck into his room to find Stacy laying on his bed in nothing but her underwear. We acknowledged each other with a silent glare, as if we both knew what was going to happen. The rest was history.
"You better take a shower before John gets back." I swiped my boxers and jeans off the floor.
"What, you don't think he'll be turned on when he sees another man's cum all over my body?"
"Not if it's mine!"
Stacy giggled. "I won't tell if you don't." She stayed flat on the bed, letting me soak in her sensuous curves.
"Well, there's no one else in this apartment. So, process of elimination..." I checked my pockets to make sure my phone and wallet were in their rightful places. Then, I glanced around the room to see that I hadn't left any more belongings, or evidence, in John's room.
"Seriously, I'd like to still have a place to live when I get back." I nodded towards the bathroom. "Get in there."
Stacy only gave me a snarky look. Whether she was taunting or threatening me, I couldn't tell. I rolled my eyes and closed the door. My suitcase was already packed. With one final glance around the apartment, I rushed out the front door to catch my cab.
--
I was quite excited to be heading back home. This would be my first time since I got into college. I hadn't been back because plane tickets were expensive, and working over the holidays and summer was a good way of scraping the money to pay off my tuition. I had been working since high school, so it was nothing new. My parents had been divorced for a long time and would have been no help regardless.
I left for college at the ripe age of 21, when I had finally earned enough to at least fly over and share an apartment. I figured it was the perfect time anyway, with booze and sex being the rumored highlights of these four-year adventures.
Indeed, I had taken these stereotypes a bit too literally, prioritizing drunken sex and partying over academics. I never committed to a relationship, cheated more times than I could count, and of course, fucked my roommate's girlfriend. All by the time I was a sophomore. Meanwhile, I maintained a C average, flunked a couple of courses, and gave my counselors a run for their money.
But I kept these vices at a distance as the plane took off. I couldn't wait to taste the snow on my tongue, to jump in it like I did as a child. Colorado would be perfect this time of year, especially because my family had rented a cabin for our reunion. It was a spacious one, according to the photos my aunt sent me. It was expensive, too, but we all chipped in to make it affordable.
I was particularly excited at the prospect of seeing my cousin again. Laura and I had been inseparable since childhood, holding hands and playing together on a daily basis. When we grew older, we confided in each other more than anyone else, and I always knew that I'd protect her with my life if it ever came to that.
In the meantime, I was her guardian angel, and she was mine. She pieced me back together after my parents' divorce. She convinced me out of taking drugs in high school but never told on me to anyone. I taught her how to drive and bought her her first car with what little money I had. I was her shoulder to cry on, and when that wasn't enough, her boyfriend would miraculously return with a changed attitude and a broken nose. To say that Laura and I loved each other dearly would be an understatement.
However, we had left things on an awkward note. Laura was 18 when I headed off to college. We were alone in my room, saying our goodbyes. It didn't seem right to clump her in with the generic farewells that the rest of my family received. We meant more to each other than that. After a long, tight hug and a few whispered I-love-yous, she kissed me on the lips. It was only a light peck, but a shock nonetheless. We were way too old by then to be kissing family members on the mouth. I was left speechless and at a loss for how to respond. So, I turned around and rushed out the door. We hadn't spoken to each other since.
That kiss lingered in the back of my mind for the two years I had been away. I would flash back to it occasionally, while reading my textbooks, or when I had a girl underneath me. I tried to suppress it each time, to convince myself that it wasn't desire I felt. But as the plane approached the Aspen mountains, that longing became undeniable. It emanated from deep in my chest, making me simultaneously afraid and excited, guilty and lustful. As the runway came into view, I could almost feel Laura getting closer. It made my heart thump intensely while the butterflies swirled in my stomach.
--
"There's my Benny! Oh, darling. How are you? We haven't seen you in ages!" Aunt Carrie smothered me with her kisses.
I hugged her tightly, having greatly missed the woman who practically raised me. "Dave and Linda make it?" I referred to my parents by their first names.
Carrie turned to her husband, who glanced down. She turned back to me and shook her head apologetically.
I shrugged. "It's alright. I didn't expect anything." Trying to lighten the mood, I slapped Uncle Rob on the shoulder. "How's it been, Uncle Rob? Retirement suiting you well?"
"Oh, y'know. Same old, same old. This woman's still trying to drown me in chores." He nodded towards Carrie.
Carrie responded with a shrill laugh. "Ha! I wish chores could kill. One less mouth to feed." She winked at her husband, who rolled his eyes and waved her away.
Through my aunt's suffocating hugs, I caught Laura standing off to the side, looking at us. Our gazes met for a brief moment. She was more beautiful than I remembered. Taller, curvier. Her wavy brunette hair flowed beyond her shoulders, and I could just barely see the outline of her mounds through her crossed arms. She was bunched up in winter clothing that included a beanie and gloves. I always thought she looked quite cute bundled up and hiding from the cold. She hated the weather, despite having an entire childhood to adapt to it, and would often snuggle up to me for warmth. Her cheeks were flushed, likely from the cold, but possibly from seeing me again. Our eyes snapped away as quickly as they had connected.
After announcing my impending death from lack of oxygen, I finally convinced Carrie to let go. She turned around and beckoned towards Laura. "Laura, sweetie. What are you doing all the way over there? Come here and give your cousin a big old hug!"
Laura uncrossed her arms and let out a sharp breath, clearly agitated. She walked timidly towards me, keeping her eyes on the ground. When she got close enough, she finally looked up, but her gaze darted between me and the background, like she was afraid to lock eyes with me. Then, she gave me a brief and awkward hug. It was clear she was only doing this to please her mother.
Nonetheless, feeling her light embrace and inhaling her sugary scent brought back arousing memories. Suddenly, I remembered exactly what her lips felt like against mine. I recalled the desire in her hazel eyes as we stood inches apart, staring at each other while struggling to process our emotions. During my two years away, I tried helplessly to solve the puzzle of what led up to that kiss. We were so tightly bound to each other that everything we did together seemed normal. I never interpreted any of it as flirtatious or inappropriate. Yet, Laura did what she did so instinctively, as if the meeting of our lips was the natural culmination of years of dancing around each other, as if she needed to do it, lest she never had the chance again. If there was any regret, it only came after. There was no hesitation before.
"Hey." Her greeting was devoid of any emotion. Then, she backed away, crossed her arms again, and stared at the floor.
Carrie looked back and forth at the both of us. "What is the matter with you two? We couldn't keep you apart when you were younger! Now, you see each other for the first time in years, and this is all we get?"
"Whatever. People change. No need to dwell on the past." Laura shot me a warning look, as if telling me to forget what happened two years ago because it didn't mean anything.
I was genuinely hurt by that. Our kiss meant something to me, even if I ran from it at first and took a while to process it. Even if we could just ignore that one night, I was afraid that we would never be the same again, that I'd lost my best friend. Would we never joke with each other again? Wrestle each other around the house? Divulge our deepest confidences? I refused to believe that years of growing up together could be wiped away so easily. And I didn't believe for a second that the kiss meant nothing to her. If it didn't, she wouldn't be trying so hard to avoid me.
Suddenly, Uncle Rob broke the awkward silence. "Leave them alone, honey. They just haven't seen each other in a while. They'll warm up to each other in no time. Come on, let's go. There's a warm, luxurious cabin waiting for us."
The old couple sped off with my luggage, leaving Laura and I walking side by side. There was an unnatural distance between us, like we were total strangers, or worse, two people who no longer wanted anything to do with each other. But being practically attached at the hip for so long meant that I had ways of coaxing my way back into Laura's good graces when she was mad at me, though I wasn't entirely certain they would work now.
I decided to take a chance. I closed the distance between us and gave her a playful shove. "So, whatcha been up to?"
She scoffed. "Like you care."
"What do you mean? Of course, I care! I missed you, L." I kept my hands in my pockets, sneaking a glance to the side.
"Yeah? Well, that's kind of hard to believe at the moment. I mean, two whole years and not a single call, or even a text? I'm surprised you even remember who I am!"
"Come on, Laura. That's unfair. We both know why I didn't call."
Still, she refused to acknowledge me.
"For what it's worth, it hurt like hell not talking to you all that time. I thought of you a lot." I was being honest, though I didn't dare to specify what those thoughts were.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the faintest hint of a smile. I bumped her again. "Come on. I'm here now. Are you telling me you're not happy to see me at all?"
"Pfft. Not as happy as those two." Laura nodded towards her parents. "Look at them, skipping around like little children."
"That's not what I asked. And at least somebody's glad to see my face," I retorted.
She shrugged. "Well, you've got a dumb face. That's not my problem."
I chuckled. "Your face is dumb." I covered her face with my palm and shoved her away.
Laura giggled and retaliated by pushing me back. We chased each other around for a while, annoying some of the passengers at the terminal. Then, our play-fighting subsided and transitioned into a hug, which was much warmer and more genuine than the first. We walked towards the parking lot arm-in-arm.
"Listen," I began. "About the... before I left-"
"Not here." I could sense the agitation in her voice, and having just won her back, I decided to drop the topic.
During the car ride to our cabin, I kept sneaking glances at her. I noticed that she bit her lip constantly and was unable to sit still. I knew she could sense me staring and would have given anything to read her mind at that moment. I inched my hand closer to hers until our pinkies brushed against each other. To my surprise, she responded by hooking her finger over mine, like we were children making a promise. Except this time, it meant something very different. This time, our pinkies intertwined because we desired contact, to feel each other's skin. I slid closer and closer to her along the backseat, until our knees touched. Slowly and carefully, with our eyes dead ahead to make sure my aunt and uncle didn't notice, we slid our shoes off and rubbed our sock-covered feet together.
Neither of us were naïve enough to interpret that as innocent playfulness between cousins. There was definitely a sexual tension between us, and Laura's subtle teasing gave me an undeniable rush of arousal, not to mention a raging erection. My heart pounded furiously as I wondered how I would confront these feelings during the short time that we had.
--
We were the first ones to arrive at the cabin, the others likely hindered by holiday traffic. It was every bit as large as my aunt had described, with two stories, massive windows, and a palatial front entrance. It was mostly wood, with some stone adding a modern flair.
"Christ." Laura was stunned. "I thought it was just us and the Carters." She was referring to the family of Aunt Beth, who was bringing her husband and two sons.
"Well, and your sister," Carrie reminded. "Anyway, I figured we'd go all out this year."
"Yeah, all out of money," Uncle Rob snarked.
Upon the mention of her sister, the color drained from Laura's face, replaced by an expression of disdain. "Oh." Her tone was colder than the ice coating our cabin.
Laura's relationship with Amber was tumultuous at best and outright adversarial at worst. Laura didn't appreciate what she viewed as Amber's exploitation of their parents, demanding the world and giving nothing in return. On top of that, she never acted like an older sister to Laura, which was part of the reason Laura and I were so close to begin with.
"It-it'll be nice, y'know, for all of us to see each other again." Carrie smiled nervously.
"Yeah, I'm fuckin' elated," Laura whispered under her breath before shoving past us.
Carrie let out a melancholy sigh and stared disappointedly at the ground. I gave her a pat on the shoulder and a reassuring smile.
"She'll come around. She always does," I lied. I knew it would take more than a holiday retreat to chill the tension between Laura and Amber. "I'll go talk to her."
Carrie gave me a thankful peck on the cheek before I followed Laura into the cabin. I found her in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. She took out a beer, and, unable to locate a bottle opener, banged it angrily against the counter.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I ran over and swiped the bottle from her hands. "Let's relax a little. Are you even old enough to be drinking this?" I took out my keychain and used the attached bottle opener to crack open the beer.
"Are half the girls you bang old enough to drink?"
I feigned an incredulous expression. "Pfft. What are you-what are you talking about? I-I-I don't bang-who's banging-who said anything about drinking?" I stuttered around nervously, wondering how much she knew of my sexual exploits.
She scoffed. "You can't lie to me. I have my sources." She was probably referring to her friend, Katie, who went to the same college. I wondered if she knew that I helped Katie move into her dorm and was paid in fellatio.
"Anyway, I'm only a few months off. Call the cops if you want." Laura snatched the beer back.
"Actually, the FBI is about to repel through that window," I pointed.
She snickered. "They're here to arrest you, not me."
"Ok, that's not fair. I went to jail one time-"
"Yeah, for dealing drugs! So, who's the real criminal here?" Laura punched me in the chest.
I looked around cautiously. "Shhh, don't say that so loudly!" Besides Katie, who bailed me out, Laura and I were the only ones who knew of my criminal past.
"MOM-" Laura began to yell.
I covered her mouth with my hand and shoved her down onto the couch. She responded by splashing beer in my face. I swatted the bottle away as we wrestled and smothered each other with the cushions, giggling profusely and calling each other profane names.
Eventually, I lost my balance and fell on top of her, our faces coming within inches of each other. We immediately froze in silence, stunned by the sudden intimacy. I couldn't bring myself to move, completely entranced by her lips, which I hadn't felt in two years. Laura didn't bother to shove me away, either, which said a lot. Then, I looked up, and our gazes met. This time, neither of us looked away. I was mesmerized by her beauty, intoxicated by her flowery scent. Desire tugged at my heartstrings.
Slowly, I moved my face closer to hers. I could feel Laura's warm, shaky breath against my lips. Still, she did nothing, made no attempt to push me away. And I couldn't stop myself, either. Our eyes were half-closed when the front door burst open.
"Why do I have to carry the heavy one? You're the man." Carrie entered the cabin with her back turned, scolding her husband, who was busy struggling to drag multiple bags through the doorway.
Laura and I flew from the couch and backed away from each other, creating as much distance as possible.
"There you two are! What happened here?" Carrie noticed the disheveled couch and spilled beer on the floor.
"It was like that when we got-"
"It slipped-"
Our lies overlapped each other.
Carrie was utterly confused, but raised her hands and gave up. "Whatever. I don't want to know. Will someone just help me with these damn bags?"
I ran over while Laura turned around and disappeared up the stairs.
--
I left her alone for a good hour, instead helping Uncle Rob shovel snow from the front porch. When we finished, I tilted my head back and wiped the sweat from my forehead. That's when I spotted Laura standing on the upstairs balcony. Our gazes met for a brief moment before she stared off into the distance.
"We good here?" I gave Uncle Rob a thumbs up.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. Go." He waved me off.
I tossed my gloves aside and rushed through the front door. Inside, I found the stairs and hopped up two at a time. I came to a dead stop upon finding the room that Laura was in. She was still standing outside on the balcony. I took a moment to catch my breath and then walked up to her casually.
"Where's the bathroom around here?" I couldn't come up with another excuse to talk to her.
"It's downstairs. You would've seen it if you weren't sprinting up the stairs." Laura kept her gaze on the horizon.
I felt my cheeks burning up. She always saw right through me.
"Laura, I-"
"We can't do this."
"Do what?"
"Whatever this is."
"But-"
"Ben. Don't."
I stayed silent. Laura was right, after all. Did I really think that I'd make out with my own cousin? Did I think we'd do more than that? I was insane to even fathom it. But Laura started it by kissing me two years ago. How could she succumb to her own desires and then fault me for doing the same? Maybe we were both wrong. Maybe this was all a mistake. But right or wrong, whether it could or should happen, there was one constant, undeniable truth: I wanted it to happen.
had never desired anyone more than I desired Laura in that moment. Stacy and all the other sorority girls were just casual one-night stands, the occasional fuck to satisfy a physical urge. But this was different. Thinking of Laura made my heart sting with an odd pain. It clouded my judgment and sent my emotions into a frenzy. Standing next to her and facing her rejection, these strange but undeniable feelings burst to the surface.
"I can't help the way I feel. I love you, L." My voice cracked on the last word, partly from emotion and partly from uncertainty. How could I say that to my own cousin? I gritted my teeth and swallowed hard in order to suppress the tears. I hated myself for being so desperate and vulnerable.
"I love you too, Ben. Just not like that." Laura placed her hand on mine and gave a consoling squeeze. It was cold comfort.
Exhaling a burst of hot air through my flared nostrils, I snatched my hand from her and stormed off.
--
I couldn't stay. I couldn't. It would drive me crazy. As I paced angrily around the living room, sniffling and wiping the water from my eyes, I spotted the bright sunlight shining through the open front door. Who would stop me?
I stormed towards it, forgetting about my belongings and completely neglecting to consider that my only mode of transport would be to hijack my uncle's car. My footsteps slammed louder and louder as I became more and more blinded by emotion. I was totally throwing a fit. What happened to the cool, calm, and suave Ben that attracted so many college girls? I didn't know, and I didn't care. I shoved that self-awareness and fear of losing control to the back of my mind and let my anger take over.
I made it two steps outside before I was tackled to the ground.
"There you are, you little shit!" Aunt Beth's son, Mike, had pinned me down and was roughing up my hair with his knuckles.
The sudden violence shook me out of my feelings. "Mikey, is that you? You rat bastard! Where the hell did you come from?" I shoved him off me.
"Came straight from your girl's place! Guess she found herself a bigger man." Mike opened up his arms, as if challenging me to a fight.
"Yeah, right! Only thing you've fucked is your pillow, you virgin." I reached out to slap him, but he deflected my attack.
"That's enough, you two! And quit it with the profanity. There are kids here!" Carrie snapped.
Eric giggled. "It's alright, Aunt Carrie! I'm not a kid anymore. I'm all grown up now."
"Aw, sure you are, sweetie! Sure you are." Carrie bent down and kissed Mike's little brother on the cheek.
Behind them, Aunt Beth and her husband unloaded their station wagon. Mike and I put an end to our battle of masculinity and hugged it out.
"You look like shit," he noted.
"And you smell like it," I retorted.
"What can I say? It gets sweaty tapping all that pusssaaayy, y'know what I mean? Heh heh heh!" Mike joked quietly to avoid Carrie's ire. He shoved me towards the cabin. "C'mon, let's grab a beer and catch up."
I resisted his attempt to push me inside. "You go in and grab the beers. I'll wait outside."
"What do you mean outside? It's cold as balls out here, bro!"
"Aw, is little Mikey afraid of the snow?" I mocked. "Don't be a pussy. C'mon, let's sit out on the logs like we used to."
"Yeah, and get blasted like we used to," he whispered, prompting both of us to burst out in snickers. "Alright, you got me. Find us a good spot. I'll be right back."
"Hey, L. How are ya?" Mike paused just short of the porch steps, seemingly forgetting about our beers. He waved up at Laura, who was still standing on the balcony.
"Hi, Mike. Nice to see you again." Laura responded with a warm smile.
"You settle down with a decent boy yet?"
Laura giggled. "None of your business."
"C'mon, you can tell me! Is he cute?"
Not wanting to hear any more about Laura's love life, I prodded Mike with a slap on the back. "Man, just get the goddamn beers!"
"Alright, chill! I'm going, I'm going! Sheesh, what the hell..." He disappeared through the doorway.
I looked up to see Laura retreating back into her room.
--
Mike and I caught up and joked around on the logs beside the cabin until nightfall. By the end of it, empty beer bottles were strewn across the ground. Mike was slumped against a log, mouth agape and snoring loudly. I was left with nothing to do and was too distracted to sleep. I decided to grab another beer and wallow in my sorrows in the quiet night air.
The cabin had gone dark, presumably because everyone was asleep. As I entered, I heard a faint sobbing coming from the living room. Concerned that Mike's little brother was having nightmares again, I rushed over.
"Eric, buddy, is that you? There are no monsters, I promise."
When I peeked over the couch, I realized that it was Laura. She was slumped over, sobbing into her knees. As soon as she heard me, she snapped up and wiped her face with her palms.
Taking a deep breath, she gathered herself. "Sorry, I thought you had gone in for the night. Eric's fine. I tucked him in an hour ago." Her voice was nasally, making it obvious that she had been crying for a while. "Where's Mike?"
"He's passed out outside." I nodded towards the front door. "Probably getting eaten by a bear," I mumbled.
Laura giggled out loud. But the very next moment, an awkward silence fell over us again. I could see a few empty bottles on the coffee table, indicating that she had been drinking too.
I decided to take a chance. "You look like you could use a drinking buddy. I could use one, too."
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing at the stairs which were her escape. Then, she looked back at me. Despite the dark, her watery eyes glistened in the moonlight. "I suppose another beer won't hurt. Just don't think I'm some alcoholic."
I shook my head. "I don't think that... anymore."
She snickered and gave me a gentle nudge towards the kitchen.
I sighed in relief and flashed a nervous smile. "Cool." I ran to the fridge and returned with a beer in each hand.
We sat down on the couch, our postures rigid and an awkward space between us. An uneasy tension lingered over us as we sipped our drinks in silence.
When our bottles were a quarter empty, I finally spoke up. "Were you crying because of me?"
After calming down with the help of Mike and the alcohol, I felt genuinely guilty about the way I had treated Laura. She was only doing what she thought was right, after all. There were certain desires we shouldn't give in to.
Laura shook her head. "Not you specifically. Just... this whole thing is messed up. Is it wrong for us to feel this way?"
I knew what the answer was, but she had practically admitted that she felt the same way, and my desire overcame any morality or logic.
"You know, I cried over you, too," I admitted.
Laura turned to me with a shocked expression on her face.
I chuckled softly. "Yeah. I almost left, too. I would have, if Mike hadn't pummeled me."
"Oh, Ben..." Her voice was filled with tearful emotion.
I sighed and shook my head. "I just can't help it, L," I whispered. "You're all I think about. I'm going crazy."
"What are we going to do?" she asked fearfully.
"I... I don't know."
I placed my hand onto the couch in the space between us. Slowly, Laura slid hers closer until it was over my palm. The feeling of her fingers gently brushing against mine sent sparks through my entire body. Our fingers interlocked, and we held each other tightly for a long moment. How wrong could it be if we both desired it so badly?
I brought her hand up to my lips and kissed it softly. Then, I worked my way up her arm until I had pulled her to me. Our noses brushed against each other, ever so lightly. I immediately became erect. It strained against my pants and throbbed desperately. I placed a hand on her cheek and wiped the tears with my thumb, then brushed her hair behind her ears. She inhaled a shaky breath. I could practically sense her arousal.
We closed our eyes, and, finally, our lips met once again. The taste of her mouth sent my emotions into overdrive. I pressed into her lovingly and felt her push back with equal intensity. For several minutes, the empty expanse of the cabin echoed with the suction of our lips and the sounds of our light moaning.
Unable to resist any longer, I pushed Laura onto her back and tore her pants and panties off in one motion. I left her sweater on and didn't even bother taking off my own pants. As soon as Laura unbuckled my belt and zipper, I shoved her hands away and aimed my member.
The tip had barely pierced her labia when a sudden noise from the front door sent us flying off the couch once again.
"Fuck!" I whispered frustratedly. We pulled our pants back up and caught our breath before turning towards the entrance.
Mike stumbled through the doorway. "B, you in here? Grab me another beer, will ya? Urgh!"
Laura and I caught him before he planted his face onto the wooden floor. We glanced at each other nervously, praying that Mike hadn't seen anything in his drunken stupor.
Thankfully, it didn't seem like he did. "Laura, is that you? It's way... buurrrrrp... past your bedtime, young lady!"
"I know, Mike. I know. Let's get you some rest." Laura helped me carry him up the stairs. "You got this?" she asked as we arrived at my room.
I nodded silently and watched her disappear into her room. Our eyes met for a brief moment before she shut the door.
Turning back to Mike, I let out a disappointed sigh. "Alright, big guy. Let's get you to sleep."
--
I woke up to the sound of overlapping voices. Sitting up on the bed, I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. Upon reorienting myself, I realized that the noises emanated from downstairs. It sounded like people yelling over each other. Then, it dawned on me. Amber must have arrived.
I jumped off the bed and kicked Mike, who was sleeping facedown on the floor with a pillow underneath his head.
He turned over and slapped me away. "Umph! What is it?"
"Mike, get up. It's Amber."
Mike sat up and listened to the sounds from downstairs. "Aw, shit." He flew up, and we rushed downstairs. "I knew this was a bad idea."
"...is their money! Why else would you be here? You don't even like the snow. You've always hated it. And now, you come slithering in here-"
"Alright, alright. Let's all calm down!" Mike rushed in to separate the two sisters.
Rob and Carrie each held onto one of their daughters, trying desperately to convince her to stop fighting. Amber had arrived in a faux fur coat, tight jeans, and knee-high leather boots. Around her arm hung a designer handbag. Upon seeing me, she removed her oversized sunglasses and rolled her eyes.
"Oh, here comes your knight in shining armor."
"Nice to see you too, Amber." Without looking at her, I walked over to Laura and pushed her back.
"Let go of me!" Laura attempted to fight back and reached an arm out, as if intending to strangle her sister.
"What are you gonna do, huh? What are you gonna do?" I whispered as I led her to the other side of the living room. "Fight your own sister, in front of everyone?"
She looked around. With the exception of Amber, everyone was staring at us, including little Eric, who hid fearfully behind the staircase railing. She scoffed and shoved me away.
"Come on," Carrie pleaded. "Let's all head out and have a good time! What do you say?" She was referring to the ski trip we had planned for that day.
"I'm not going anywhere with that parasite." Laura spat her words out like venom.
"Ha! So pouty and childish. When are you ever gonna grow up?"
"That's enough, Amber." Mike's severe tone silenced her for the time being.
Laura looked up at me. "I'm not going. I won't. You can't make me!" Her eyes welled up.
"Hey, hey. No one's making you do anything. You don't have to go anywhere if you don't want to. I'll stay right here with you." I gave her a reassuring smile.
She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my chest. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn't stop the arousal from flooding my veins, especially after the denial I had endured the night before. I embraced her tightly, kissing the top of her head and inhaling her flowery aroma.
--
After half an hour of packing their snow gear, our family prepared to head out the door.
"Are you sure you're not coming with us?" Carrie pleaded with her daughter one last time.
Laura remained silent and refused to look at her mother.
Carrie turned to me. "Watch her, will you?"
I gave her a reassuring nod.
"We won't fit into one car with all the gear," Uncle Rob noted as the group filed out the door.
"We can take my Mercedes," Amber chimed.
I glanced outside to see a silver G-Wagon parked on the driveway.
"Nice car! Which 87-year-old exec did you blow to get that?!" Laura yelled as she slammed the door shut. She proceeded to kick it repeatedly with her bare foot.
"Alright, alright! You're gonna shatter your foot if you keep that up." I held her leg in place.
She turned around and sighed annoyedly. "Ugh, what are we gonna do now? I was looking forward to skiing."
I cocked an eyebrow suggestively. "Chill by the fireplace with some morning wine?"
Laura scoffed. "Who's the alcoholic now?"
"What are you talking about? I heard a bit of wine can be good for you, actually."
"Yeah, and I suppose snorting cocaine is good for you, too," she retorted.
"Hey, I never did coke."
"No?"
"No. I only sold it."
We burst into laughter. I always admired Laura's bright smile and sense of humor, but in that moment, I found it incredibly sexy.
When we calmed down, the memories came flooding back. "I still can't believe you did that. God, you were such an idiot. What were you thinking?" Her tone wasn't judgmental, but caring.
I shook my head. "All I know is, you saved me from that. I'm a better person because of you," I said truthfully.
We stared tenderly at each other for a long moment. Almost instinctively, I began to slowly lean in.
Laura dodged my attempt at kissing her. "I'll grab the wine. I think I know where dad hid it."
I chuckled to myself. "Alright. I guess I'll get the fire started."
--
Laura rested her head on my shoulder as we sat side by side sipping wine from our glasses. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tightly. The flames from the fireplace kept us warm.
"Were we really about to do it?" she finally asked.
I glanced back at the couch where pure ecstasy almost found us.
I shrugged. "I wasn't really thinking. I probably wouldn't have stopped, though," I admitted.
"What are you thinking about now?" That was a loaded question, and she knew it.
"About you."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, that part's obvious. What about me?"
I swallowed nervously. "About you... without your clothes... in my bed." My eyes darted back and forth while my cheeks burned.
I could feel her trembling against me.
"What were you thinking when you kissed me that day?" I asked. It was her turn to confess.
Laura gave a subtle nod. "Something similar." She could barely utter the words.
Her lips pouted in guilt, but her eyes were alight with desire, paralleling the conflicting emotions tearing at me as well.
She closed her eyes and sighed. "God, what's wrong with us, Ben?"
I nuzzled against her face. "I don't know, L. But I'm going to regret it if I leave here without kissing you again. Without..."
Without making love to her. But I couldn't bring myself to say it.
Suddenly, Laura took my wine glass from me and placed it onto the coffee table along with hers. Then, she straddled me and wrapped her arms around my neck, combing her fingers through my hair. I let out a silent groan as her weight pressed against my erection. She gave me a long and deep kiss.
"There. Happy?" she whispered.
"Very," I replied with a satisfied grin.
Laura placed a finger on my lips as I leaned up to return her kiss. "Wait. If we're going to do this, we need to lay down some ground rules."
"Ground rules? I think we're past following any rules."
She bit her lip and gave me a bashful look.
I rolled my eyes. "Alright, fine. We'll do it your way. Lay down the law, sheriff!" I saluted.
Laura giggled. "Well, first, we have to take things slow. You can't just do me out in the open with a house full of people."
I let out a pouty groan. "But being spontaneous is what makes it fun."
"I'm serious. If Mike had seen us, we'd be dead." She gave me a stern look.
I sighed. "Fine. Slow it is." I embraced her and brushed my lips against her ear. "Can I see you naked now?"
Laura scratched my neck softly. "If you promise me one thing."
"Anything, my love." I shook my head, as if to tell her how silly she was to think that it took any convincing for me to do her bidding.
"I'm not just some slut for you to bang as you please, and then toss aside when you're done." When she saw me about to protest, she responded, "I know how you are."
I scoffed incredulously. "Laura, you mean so much more to me than that. I don't give a shit about those stupid college broads. You're more beautiful than they could ever hope to be. I need you so much it fucking hurts. Don't you understand that? This is the most wrong and twisted thing I've ever done in my life, and I've done some shit. Yet, there's not a single cell in my body that's willing to stop. I love you, Laura. That's what you mean to me."
Her eyes welled up and she flashed a bright smile. She nodded in agreement.
"Besides, if that's all I wanted, I could just call a hooker. Way simpler than falling in love with my cousin." I winked.
She laughed and rolled her eyes, barely surprised anymore that I would bring levity to such a meaningful moment.
I chuckled and brushed her tears aside with my thumb. "So, what's rule number two?"
She pondered for a moment, then shrugged. "I dunno. I'll make it up as we go."
"See? Spontaneous." I pulled her to me and stuck my tongue into her mouth.
--
I fanned the dying flames as Laura removed her clothes behind me. By the time I turned back around, she was laying on the floor, completely naked.
I scanned her body from head to toe. "Goddamn, you are beautiful."
Her pale white skin glowed stunningly against the fireplace. Every inch of her slim but curvaceous body demanded to be kissed, licked, and teased. Her perfectly round breasts were just supple enough to fall slightly to the sides when she lay on her back. Her little pink nipples looked so suckable that I almost thought I would never want to put my lips on anything else. But of course, my eyes inevitably caught sight of her blushing vulva and moist labia, finished off gorgeously by a thin brown strip of hair emanating from her engorged clit. Her long, flawless legs were complimented nicely by her shapely feet and smooth soles. Her curled toes were finished in a seductive red polish.
She blushed brightly. "No one's ever seen me like this," she admitted.
"You mean, you've never..."
She shook her head. My heart pounded even harder knowing that I was about to take my cousin's virginity.
I removed my clothes in a flurry of desperation and tossed them aside. Then, I opened her legs and slid in between them. Just as I was about to enter her, she put a hand on my pelvis and stopped me.
"I want to cum, Ben." She stared at me with raw lust in her eyes.
"Th-that's what I was about to..." I attempted to penetrate her again, brushing my cockhead against her flushed lips.
Still, she held me off, shaking her head. "Not with that."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"You know..." Laura stuck her tongue out and licked the air.
I burst out in laughter. "Yes, I knew what you meant."
"Well, go on, then!" She wiggled around anxiously.
"You really want me to?" I whispered.
She bit her lip and nodded. "That's rule number two."
I chuckled. "As you wish, m'lady."
I leaned down to kiss her pink nipples, making her whimper. Her areola felt tremendous against the tip of my tongue. I planted my lips all over her chest and breasts, feeling her increasingly frantic breathing. Then, her hands nudged me downwards, and my lips made their way to her stomach. I sucked gently on her belly and pelvis before passing over her vulva. I ignored it for the moment and instead teased her thighs, making her shiver and moan in desperation. When I arrived at her feet, I rubbed my lips against her ankles and licked her soles. I watched her nubile cunt contract as I slowly sucked on each toe. Finally, I made the long journey back to her leaking slit.
By then, I was as desperate to taste her as she was to feel my tongue inside her. Without any more hesitation, I dove in and lapped up her juices, flailing my tongue around her clit and outer lips. She moaned in approval and gripped my hair, directing me to her most sensitive spots.
Her first orgasm burst through with an intensity I hadn't felt before. She could have pulled the hair clean off my head, and her nails left visible marks on the back of my hand. I even felt her toes scratching my back as the convulsions overtook her body.
"Oh, Ben! Don't stop! I love the way that feels! Oh, my god! Fuuuuck!" she exclaimed loudly.
I emerged from between her thighs with her cum coating my lips and chin. "Wow." I sighed in admiration. "I've never seen someone cum like that. You taste so good, L."
She laughed out loud. "That was the best fucking thing I've ever felt."
I fell on top of her and caressed her cheek, admiring the aftermath of her climax. Her hair was damp, her face flushed, and her eyes half shut in a haze of satisfaction. I could feel her heart thumping against me. She gave me a deep and appreciative kiss.
"Do it again. Please," she begged, clawing softly at my chest.
I chuckled. "Yes, ma'am. Anything for you."
It only took a few rapid flicks of her clit and a finger against her g-spot to make her explode in ecstasy once more. This time, she spilled her fluids onto the wooden floor through a stream that flowed gracefully against her blushing labia.
"Fuck! Is that pee?" she asked innocently.
"Mm, maybe." I was quite aroused at the idea of her orgasming so hard that she lost control of her bladder. Either way, I lapped up her juices indiscriminately. Her taste was irresistible.
I was ready to blow by the time the cunnilingus came to an end. Laura's sheer beauty and blissful cries had brought me to the edge even though nothing had touched my genitals. A string of precum dangled from my slit and dripped onto her labia as we assumed the missionary position.
"Fuck, Laura. I need to be inside you so bad. I can't hold it in anymore." I thrusted forward, letting my shaft slide along her abdomen. At full tilt, with my balls tickling her clit, it ended just past her belly button.
She stared at my shaft with her mouth half open. I could see her tongue peeking out from between her lips in a subconscious attempt to lick what she saw.
"Is that going to fit in me?" she asked timidly.
I smirked at her innocence. "Of course, it will. We're perfect together."
Noticing her fingers wiggling curiously, I spoke up. "You... wanna feel it?"
She nodded shyly. I took her hand and brought it to my shaft. She grasped my member gently between her fingers, brushing her thumb along the head and admiring the precum clinging to her fingertip.
"Can I taste it?" She bit her lip and blushed, embarrassed at confessing her perverted desires.
"Heh, sure," I responded casually, as if I weren't elated to feel her beautiful lips wrapped around my dripping cock.
I crawled forward until I had her head between my knees. Then, I placed my hands around her face and gently inched her into position. I let her take the initiative, waiting patiently as she grasped my shaft once again and brushed her lips against my glans. She kissed it gingerly at first, before putting more into her mouth. Eventually, she dared to engulf my whole tip, gliding it in and out and coating it in saliva. She made subtle but audible sucking noises, which were music to my ears.
I threw my head back and let out an unappealing moan that would have scared away most of the girls on Tinder. But here, there was no one to impress, and I didn't need to put up a façade. The pleasure was real and beyond anything I had felt before. With this act of incest, I was diving into unknown territory, and with it came natural and uncontrollable urges that I couldn't suppress. So, out came the guttural groans and high-pitched whimpers that leaked out of my mouth as the precum oozed from my penis.
"Careful," I sighed. "I'm about to explode as it is."
That only seemed to encourage her more, as she began bobbing her head faster.
"Unnnhfff! Okay, okay! That's enough." I gently removed myself from her and caressed her hair appreciatively. "Good?"
She licked her lips and nodded happily.
At last, I would get what I had been so desperate for ever since my arrival. I resumed the position I was in before Laura inquired about my girth. I teased my glans through her labia. She released a shaky breath and used her eyes to tell me exactly what she wanted, and I obliged.
She drew in a sharp gasp, threw her head back, and gripped my waist tightly as my seven-inch shaft slid through her engorged lips. She was tight and contracting rapidly, but her warm fluids welcomed me in with ease. A wonderous sensation pulsed through my erection and radiated around my pelvis and thighs. The pleasure drove me into a frenzy, and I let out a series of frantic moans as my balls erupted after no more than three or four thrusts. My entire body convulsed uncontrollably as I released my love into Laura. I was overcome with a bliss I had never experienced before. For once, I wasn't ejaculating onto the back of some faceless date. There was an indescribable ecstasy in impregnating someone I loved so much. The perverse nature of what we were doing wasn't lost on me, either. The thought of cumming inside my own cousin on the very spot where our family gathered only added to the gratification.
I collapsed onto Laura and kissed her tenderly. I ran my tongue up the length of her neck and professed my love into her ears.
"I love you, too," she whispered.
Satisfied at last, I removed myself from her and rolled onto my back. She reached over and wrapped herself around me. I held her head against my beating chest as our legs intertwined and our feet rubbed together.
"I thought it would last longer than that," she noted.
"It usually does," I admitted. I covered my face with my palms. "Fuck, Laura. What are you doing to me?"
She giggled. "Are you complaining?"
I shook my head emphatically and hugged her even tighter. "Never. That was the best sex I've ever had."
"I doubt that," she responded. But I could tell that she was being bashful and secretly enjoyed the compliment. She kissed my chest. "I'm glad you took my virginity."
The idea of Laura giving such an intimate part of herself to me sent a wave of arousal crashing through my chest. No girl had ever said that to me. I must have taken a few virginities in my prolific escapades, but they would never explicitly acknowledge it, and I didn't care enough to ask. Laura was so much more special than any girl I had been with, though, and I didn't realize how much it mattered to me until she said those words. I kissed her passionately to express that I was equally elated to have taken her virginity.
We lay in silence for a while, listening to each other breathe and brushing our fingertips along each other's skin.
Finally, Laura spoke up. "What does this one mean?" She rubbed her finger over a tattoo on my chest. It was a tank being driven by a man with a large nose and puffy hair. In other words, a clown.
"It means I was fucking dumb as a teenager."
She snickered loudly.
"What about this one? The heart." She brushed her finger along my bicep, over a tattoo of a heart with an arrow through it, wrapped by a banner.
"The words have been wiped out." She noted the fading portion on the banner.
After a moment of silence racked with guilt and melancholy, I answered her. "It used to have mom's name on it."
"But the heart's still there," she pressed.
I looked at her endearingly. "It's for you."
We both smiled and kissed each other, neither believing the lie. But Laura knew me well enough to leave certain things alone. She kissed the tear that ran down my cheek before embracing me tightly to let me know that she would never leave me.
I watched her fall sleep before gently escaping from her grasp. I stood up and finished the wine from both our glasses, then washed them clean and placed the bottle back where it came from. I walked back to the fireplace and froze to admire Laura's beauty for a moment. Then, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs. We were both still fully nude, as the fire had done its job well.
Back in Laura's room, I lay her down onto the bed and pulled the sheets over her. As I walked away, I heard a groggy moan from behind me. I looked back to see Laura reaching out with her arm and beckoning me over. I returned to her bedside and brushed her cheek.
"What's wrong?"
"Mmm, don't go," she mumbled through sleepy eyes. She held my hand and refused to let go.
I chuckled softly. "I don't want to get caught when everyone comes back."
She shook her head. "They won't be back until evening."
She removed the covers, exposing her bare breasts and inviting me in. I capitulated and slid into the bed beside her and pulled the sheets over us. She moaned contentedly and nuzzled her face into my neck with her arm over my chest. I caressed her softly until we both drifted off to sleep.
--
I woke up to the scent of lilac and a pleasant warmth against my face. Laura and I had switched positions during our slumber, and I was now nuzzled against her with my arm over her breasts. She was still sleeping peacefully.
I brushed her hair aside to get a view of her beautiful face and smiled brightly to myself. I hadn't been this happy in a long time. It felt so right to have Laura lying beside me, to feel her warmth against me, to hear her soft breathing in my ear. Even though we had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed, I realized that nothing had really changed between us. We were still the same immature, crazy, caring cousins that we had been since we were young. We had simply found a new way to enjoy each other, to give each other pleasure. What we did together was the manifestation of a long-burning desire that overcame all boundaries and provided us with an ecstasy beyond either of our imaginations. No one else could have given me the bliss that Laura gave me, and I wouldn't have wanted to experience that bliss with anyone else.
Unable to hold myself back, I leaned down to kiss her lips, the lips that had lingered in my mind for two years, the lips that took me to another world whenever I felt them. Then, I moved down to her breasts and sucked tenderly on her nipples. This woke her up, and upon realizing that I had been tasting her in her sleep, she let out an aroused moan.
"Getting started without me?" She grinned.
I chuckled. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You're just so gorgeous."
"Hee! Naughty boy." She tapped my nose playfully.
I crawled back up to kiss her. "How could I ever make it up to you?"
Laura pondered for a moment, then pushed me onto my back and straddled me. Her hair fell over my face and caressed my cheeks ever so lightly. I held onto the bedsheets and let myself become a passenger to her desires as she aimed my erect cock and inserted it into herself. We licked each other's tongues as she bounced gracefully on top of me. I gritted my teeth and grunted, trying to hold back my climax for as long as possible. I wanted to make her come with my penis, to feel her orgasmic contractions against my shaft and to watch her fluids drip down my member.
A few passionate kisses, some teasing licks of her nipples, and a saliva-coated fingertip in her anus brought her there in no time. The sensation was beyond anything in my wildest dreams. Her vagina gripped my cock with amazing intensity, and I could feel her warm juices splashing against my pubic mound. I reached down to feel the wrinkles in her soles as she curled her toes tightly, while her screams reverberated in my ears.
"Oh fuck, L. I'm gonna cum, too!" I exclaimed.
Immediately, Laura lifted off me and reached down to fellate my bursting cock. Her hands and lips moved in unison to create absolute bliss. She stared up at me with a fiery lust in her eyes. I had never seen someone so eager to taste my cum.
My frantic cries precipitated a volcanic eruption that sent spurt after spurt of white, hot semen all over my cousin. Laura lifted off in shock after the first couple of bursts filled her throat beyond capacity. She drooled it out and let the rest splash against her face and hair.
"Oh god, L. I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" I lifted her gently by the chin, surveying the damage.
She was coated. Lines crossed her entire face, gluing one of her eyes shut. Strings dangled from her nose and lips. Her mouth was agape in shock.
"That was... fucking amazing!" She burst into laughter. "Holy shit, Ben! You've been hosing down college girls like this the whole time? What have I been missing out on?"
I shook my head, equally in shock. "No, I've never cum like that before!"
"Mmmm, it tastes so good!" Laura wiped her face with her fingers and sucked the semen through her lips.
My head fell back down onto the pillow, and I covered my eyes with my arm. "Fuuuuuuuuck!" I whispered. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"The internet."
I snorted loudly, and we both burst into giggles.
Laura sidled up to me. "I'm serious! All the pornstars do it like that."
I shook my head. "I don't care how you do it, L. You could give me the worst blowjob ever, and I'd still erupt like a fountain."
She laughed. "Is that a promise?"
I raised my pinky, and she took it in hers. Then, she tried to kiss me. "C'mere, gimme a kiss!"
I dodged her lips, laughing hysterically. "Ew, no! Get that away from me!"
She relentlessly pressed her face against mine, transferring some of the cum onto my skin.
I sighed exasperatedly. "Look what you did. Happy now?"
She grinned arrogantly.
"You know, this isn't how foreplay is supposed to go."
"Foreplay? We're already done fucking, in case you haven't noticed. I'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."
"How does it taste?" I asked suggestively.
Laura licked her lips. "Mm, better than I thought it would. Like, really good. I want to swallow more of your cum, Ben."
I chuckled. "You've done plenty. I'm all drained for now. I need a break." I let out a long, satisfied sigh. "Jesus, you did a number on me, L."
She giggled. "I bet the girls at college can't make you feel this good."
I scoffed. "Forget about them. It all seems so stupid now." I stroked her hair. "You're all that matters to me."
Her beaming expression melted my heart and made me grin like an idiot.
She hopped off the bed and took my hand. "Shower with me?"
I followed her into the bathroom, hugging her waist and slapping her bottom until we got into the bathtub.
Laura turned to me as the water began splashing down. "And you're making us brunch, right?"
I tilted my head back and groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Come on! You make a mean omelet. You can teach me."
I pondered for a moment, imagining us in the kitchen with nothing on except our aprons. I could wrap my arms around her and guide her hands from behind, pressing my erection against her supple asscheeks.
I nodded fervently. "Okay, you win. I'll show you how to make an omelet."
"Yay!" She hopped up excitedly and kissed me. "I love you, Ben."
"I love you, Laura. More than you could ever know." I dragged the shower curtain shut and pulled her to me.
--
As expected, our family returned from their ski trip at around suppertime. Despite their exhaustion, Carrie and Rob insisted on cooking up a supple meal for all of us. As we ate, Laura and I snuck furtive glances at each other and played footsie under the table. They would never know the unthinkable deeds we committed on the very chairs where they sat. We watched Carrie cook with mischievous grins on our faces, knowing that she was oblivious to the sweat and cum that had been wiped off the counter on which she prepared the food.
After dinner, Aunt Beth and her husband volunteered to perform the cleanup as thanks for Carrie and Rob's wonderful cooking. That left the rest of us to partake in the usual fireside chats. Laura stood in the corner gossiping with Mike, while her parents spoke with each other. I was playing with Eric, chasing him around the house and surprising him with a bunch of toys that "Santa" had delivered.
Eventually, Eric ran off to bother his parents in the kitchen, and I noticed Amber sitting by herself on the couch. I sat down next to her, and she gave me a judgmental sideways glance.
"How was the ski trip?" I began.
She shrugged. "Alright, I guess. You and Pouty have fun by yourselves?"
I swallowed nervously even though she had no reason to know what we did. "Uh, yeah, sure. Just hung around. Nothing out of the ordinary."
What would she think if she found out that I had ejaculated all over and inside her little sister, that Laura had tasted my cum, and I had tasted hers? Carrie and Rob would disown me if they knew what I did to their precious daughter.
"Hello? Did you hear what I said?" Amber snapped her fingers in front of my face, looking at me annoyedly.
I shook my head. "Sorry, what was that?"
"I said, did you manage to find the wine? Dad thinks he's smart hiding it under the sink behind all the cleaning supplies." She scoffed. "I've known about it since I was 15."
I chuckled. "Yeah, we found the wine. Laura knew exactly where it was."
Amber smiled. "I figured she would. Did she tell you about what she's doing nowadays? Like, with college and everything?"
I was surprised to see Amber so interested in her sister's achievements. "Oh, yeah. She's doing research for this biology professor or something. She mentioned something about a dissertation. I didn't understand any of it. She's way smarter than I am."
"Cool." Amber nodded shyly.
"Why do you care all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Pfft." She shook her head. "Just making sure she isn't growing up to be the village idiot."
"No, that would be me and Mike."
She snickered. "She really loves you, doesn't she?"
"She loves you, too. In her own way."
Amber shook her head. "Doubt it. I don't get why she always thinks I'm begging our parents for money. So I was a spoiled brat when I was younger, big deal. I worked hard for everything I have," she asserted indignantly. "And for the record, I didn't blow some 80-year-old CEO for that Benz."
"No one thinks you did."
"He was 70."
I laughed out loud. Amber had the same sense of humor as her sister.
Then, I turned to her and spoke seriously. "Amber, Laura doesn't hate you because you're spoiled or act like you're better than everyone else. I think she just resents growing up without a sister."
She scoffed. "She's always had you."
I shook my head. "I wasn't always there for her, no matter how hard I tried. It would have been nice to have another girl to confide in, someone she could relate to. I could never replicate that, regardless of how close we are."Amber glanced up at her sister, who turned her back to us and continued talking to Mike with renewed interest.
Amber sighed and looked down. "She hates me."
"She doesn't," I reassured. "Just talk to her."
She shook her head. "Not right now. When the right time comes."
"It's always the right time."
"Sorry, did I ask for your opinion?" She returned to her judgmental and snarky attitude.
I raised my hands in surrender. "Fine. Your choice."
She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, I need a smoke." She stomped off towards the front porch.
I stood up and walked over to Mike and Laura. "Mind if I borrow her for a second?" I put my arm around her waist.
She bit her lip and looked up at me lovingly.
"Fine, fine. You guys spill your deepest, darkest secrets to each other. I guess I'll just be over here by myself. I'm your cousin too, you know."
"Love you, Mike!" Laura pecked him on the cheek.
"Yeah, yeah..." Mike waved us off and walked over to Carrie and Rob.
"So, what's up?" Laura asked.
I shrugged. "Just wanted to see you."
She giggled. "Did you enjoy dinner?"
"I did. Did you enjoy..." I looked around cautiously, then whispered, "What happened before dinner?"
"Tsk!" She punched me in the chest and shot me an angry look.
"What? I'm just asking. Relax, no one knows anything. I deleted all the photos."
"WHAT PHOTOS?!"
The room went silent, and everyone stared at us.
I raised my hand. "All good. Just a misunderstanding."
They turned back to their respective conversations, filling the room with chatter once more.
"I was just joking! Are you insane?" I said quietly.
"God, Ben, you're such an idiot!" Laura stomped on my bare foot and stormed off.
"Ben!" Carrie looked at me exasperatedly.
I gestured incredulously, as if to express that it wasn't my fault. Carrie nodded towards the staircase, not knowing that she was sending me up to make love to her daughter.
I followed Laura to her room and locked the door behind us. She turned away and crossed her arms. I walked up to her and embraced her tightly.
"I hate it when you're mad at me," I said quietly in her ear.
"Then don't piss me off!" she snapped back.
I nuzzled my face against hers. "Okay. I'm sorry." I gave her puppy dog eyes.
She sighed. "Whatever."
"So you're not mad?" I asked timidly.
She shook her head with a grin.
I bit my lip and caressed her body suggestively. "Well, we're all alone now..."
She scoffed. "Aren't you drained from what we did before dinner?"
I gave off a low growl. "That was a long time ago. What can I say? You turn me on."
She giggled and fell onto the bed. I removed her clothing to reveal her wonderous naked body. Right away, I dove in to suck on her nipples, wetting her breasts with my saliva. Then, I took off my own clothes and tossed them to the floor. Laura reached out her arms and pulled me to her.
"I love you," I proclaimed as I kissed her and thrusted myself into her luscious tunnel.
We whimpered quietly into each other's ears as the ecstasy of our lovemaking was tempered by our fear of being caught. We swirled our tongues together and tasted each other's saliva while our orgasms threatened to burst forth.
Laura was first to arrive at her climax, grimacing in blissful agony while gripping my hair and skin. Watching and feeling her cum drove me over the edge. Her tight, warm pussy contracting around my cock was too much to bear. She could sense it, too, and leaned up to whisper in my ear.
"I want your cum, Ben."
Her words were just enough to make my throbbing cock erupt. I pulled out and made a mess on her stomach and chest. I couldn't hold back at all, spraying a copious amount of semen in every direction. The pleasure made me moan audibly and involuntarily.
She squealed in delight. "It's all over me!"
I leaned down to kiss her. "Whose fault is that?"
"Did I make you do that?" She bit her lip bashfully.
I nodded and kissed her again. "Only you could."
Laura smiled brightly and sighed in satisfaction. "Sleep with me," she whispered.
Seeing that she was half asleep already, I figured no one would be suspicious if I laid with her for a few minutes before heading back downstairs. I wiped the cum from her body with some tissue and pulled the sheets over us. Then, I slid into the bed beside her and held her head to my chest, listening to her breathing and feeling her body rise and fall rhythmically. When I could tell that she had fallen asleep, I slid out, kissed her cheek, and returned downstairs.
"Everything okay?" Carrie asked.
"Yep. She's just sleeping."
"Did you make it up to her?"
I nodded silently, unable to come up with a lie to cover up what we really did.
--
The next morning, our family slept in while Laura and I snuck out. We planned to make it back by noon to have lunch with everyone. I made her promise to tolerate her sister for at least one meal. In the meantime, I had a surprise for her.
"What is it, what is it? C'mon, tell me!" She bounced around excitedly as I drove Uncle Rob's car down the road.
"Will you relax?" I held her in place. "We've still got a ways to go."
I took us away from the mountains and into the city. We ended up at a dealership that rented luxury sports cars.
"Wow, they're beautiful!" she admired.
I smiled to myself. Laura always loved fast cars.
"Wait, what are you doing? Why are we pulling in?" She looked at me in confusion.
"You'll see." I parked and opened the door for her.
She hopped out and ran around the lot, peering curiously into locked cars like a kid in a candy store.
"Wait here. I'll be back."
I entered the dealership and returned with a pair of keys. Outside, I walked up to a mid-2000s Porsche and stood smugly next to it as Laura stared in shock. It was a midnight-blue convertible with shiny 20-inch rims and a slick new set of winter tires. It flashed its signals and chirped its horn in recognition of its temporary master.
I opened the driver's door. "Your chariot awaits," I gestured.
Laura covered her mouth and gasped loudly. "No you didn't! For me?"
I nodded proudly.
"Ben, you shouldn't have!" She rushed over and hugged me tightly.
I kissed her briefly and then ushered her into the driver's seat. "You deserve it. C'mon, let's take it for a spin."
I slid into the passenger's seat and shut the door. "Alright. We've only got an hour, so make it quick."
"Oh, I'll be quick alright." The excitement in her voice was mixed with an undeniable hint of mischief.
She bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows evilly as she revved the engine.
I actually became a bit concerned. "Now, wait a minute-"
The tires screeched as the car sped out of the parking lot.
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"Wooooo!!" Laura had one hand on the wheel and another in the air as the wind blew in our hair.
"Can we put the top back up now?" I yelled. "It's freezing out here!"
She shook her head. "No, this is too much fun!"
The engine was deafening as Laura shattered speed limits and raced us around the curvy backroads. Eventually, we found an empty area to pull off to. It was an abandoned stretch of road where no other cars would pass us for a long time. There, Laura decided to reward my efforts.
She unzipped my jeans to expose my erection. She wrapped her warm fingers around it and squeezed lightly, causing a drop of precum to appear at the tip.
"I feel like such a slut around you, always wanting it so badly." She bit her lip and stared at my cock longingly.
I chuckled and brushed her arm, urging her on. "That doesn't make you a slut. It makes you the best lover I've ever had. I want you just as bad, L."
She smiled. "What would you like me to do now?"
"Well, you've got such gorgeous lips... It'd be a shame not to put them to good use." I caressed her lips with my thumb.
Flattered and clearly eager to taste me again, Laura bent down and put me in her mouth. I emitted a blissful moan as her tongue did wonders to my head and shaft.
Out of habit, I grabbed her hair and pushed her down farther. When I remembered who it was, I immediately lifted off. But Laura grabbed my hand and placed it back onto her head, much to my surprise and delight. I gently shoved her down onto my dripping wet member while slowly thrusting into her mouth.
It didn't take long for me to feel an irresistible urge to erupt. "Fuck, L. I'm gonna cum!" I announced frantically.
Laura stopped her skillful blowing. "Not yet."
She slid her shoes and socks off, then unzipped her pants. I helped her slide them off and tossed them into the backseat. The wet spot on her panties made it more than apparent that she was aroused and desperate for my penis. She raised her arms, and I lifted her shirt off. She was left with nothing but her underwear.
Climbing over the center console, she straddled me and shoved her tongue into my mouth. "Fuck me," she demanded.
I obeyed without hesitation, pulling her panties aside and aiming my erection into her blushing flower. She slid down ever so slightly and let just the tip penetrate her labia, then lifted off. Right away, it became coated in her secretions. She did this a few more times, staring intently as my facial expressions became increasingly desperate.
I whimpered into her lips. "Please," I begged.
By then, a stream of fluid was dripping down my shaft. I couldn't tell whether it was my precum or hers.
I thrusted slightly, entering her with more of my cock. Then another thrust, still deeper. Finally, Laura lowered herself onto me with an audible squish. When she raised herself in preparation for the next penetration, I could see that my entire shaft was covered in her cum, white and sticky. It pooled at the base, where her labia kissed my pubes. She fell down onto me a second time, slapping down onto my pelvis. Then a third, and a fourth, and so on. I watched with mouth agape as her nubile cunt merged with my dick in a perfect rhythm.
"It feels so good, Ben. I can't stop!" She began to bounce faster.
"Don't stop, baby. Don't fucking stop! Keep going for as long as you want, okay?" I moaned with every breath. "Oh god, L. I love the way this feels! Your pussy is so... fucking... amazing..."
"Oh, Ben! I'm cumming!"
We made out passionately as she continued to ride me. I listened to Laura's howls become louder and louder as she approached her climax. When it came, she gripped my hair and pulled my head back, making me cry out in ecstasy along with her.
When she realized that it wasn't subsiding, she leaned back onto the steering wheel to give my cock a different angle of attack. She grinded furiously as her nectar gushed out and dripped onto the leather seat. Desperate to enhance her orgasm, I tore her bra clean off, breaking it in two. Then, I put my lips to her nipples and sucked eagerly, flicking my tongue all over her erogenous zone. Her screams filled my ears as the windows fogged up and the car rocked back and forth.
Then, it was my turn to erupt. "You're gonna make me cum, Laura! Fuck, that feels so good!"
"I love you, Ben," she whispered into my ear.
I responded with an amorous cry as my cock burst inside her. I spasmed and writhed underneath her while she continued to stroke me with her pussy. It was borderline torture once my balls had been drained, but I couldn't stop her from achieving a second, albeit less intense, orgasm.
We stayed naked inside the car for a long while, kissing and caressing each other as our exhausted bodies coped with the immense pleasure that we had just experienced.
Afterwards, I drove us back to the dealership. Laura bit her lip playfully throughout the whole trip, having left my creampie soaking in her panties. She caressed my thigh and whispered dirty thoughts into my ear as I struggled to keep us on the road. By the time we arrived at the cabin, I was fully erect again and desperate for her sex. Unfortunately, it was lunchtime, and our familial duties took priority over our arousal.
Before we exited the car, Laura turned to me. "We both know you don't have the money to afford that Porsche."
I shrugged. "I have my ways."
"Like asking Amber to pay for it?"
I cleared my throat and stuttered nervously. Amber had made me promise not to tell her. But I knew it was futile to lie to Laura, so I told the truth.
"She cares about you."
Laura crossed her arms and turned away. "Hmph."
I sighed and stroked her cheek. "C'mon. Let's just enjoy lunch, huh?"
"I'm not sitting next to her."
"No one said you were. Come on!"
I dragged her out of the car and carried her into the cabin. "Sorry, little princess doesn't wanna walk on her own," I explained to the confused people staring at us.
I dropped her down onto the couch. "Who's spoiled now?" I said quietly with a wink.
Laura only glared at me as I walked away.
Lunch went according to plan, with none of the conversations being particularly interesting. Afterwards, I had some drinks with Mike. As we talked, I saw Laura disappear up the stairs. I looked over to Amber and gestured for her to follow. She glared back at me, as if to say, 'Don't tell me what to do!'
I nodded one more time, to which she responded with an exasperated eyeroll, like a child who had just been told to clean their room. She waited a few more moments to make it less obvious that she was following her sister, then stood up and walked upstairs.
"Ten bucks says we're running upstairs in the next thirty seconds to break up a boxing match."
I slapped Mike on the shoulder. "Shut up, asshole." Then, I turned to him. "Fifty."
We burst into laughter and wrestled each other to the ground, to the dismay of Aunt Carrie.
After a while, Laura came back down by herself. I ran up to her. "So, how was it? What happened?"
She shrugged. "We talked."
"Well, where's Amber?"
"Probably lying dead on the floor. How'd you do it so quietly?"
I shoved Mike away and gave Laura a concerned look. "So you guys are okay now?"
"I don't know, Ben! These things take time! How the hell should I know?"
I looked down. "Right."
She sighed, and I felt her bump me gently. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper. Look, she's my sister. Of course, I love her. Just give me time to figure this out."
I nodded.
She kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks, Ben. You're the best, you know that?"
I shrugged. "Eh, I'm alright."
She giggled. "And this better not be some ploy to get Amber to replace you just because you're leaving."
"Of course not! Does she have a big cock to shove inside you?" I winked.
Laura didn't get angry this time but instead glanced up at me playfully. She shook her head, as if that question needed answering.
"I only want you."
"And I only want you, L. I love you so much. I'll never touch another woman as long as I live. I promise."
"We'll see, playboy." She winked back at me. Then, her lips pouted and her eyes welled up. "Do you have to leave so soon?"
I chuckled and hugged her tightly. "I can't just drop out of college."
She buried her face into my chest. Her voice was muffled. "You could! You're not that smart anyways."
"Oh, wow! That's brutal. I'm hurt, L."
"Don't go," she whimpered.
"Tell you what. How about I cancel my flight and book a later one, so I can stay an extra day or two?"
Laura jumped up excitedly. "Yes! Pleeeaase!"
"Way ahead of you." I showed her my phone, displaying the confirmation message for a cancelled plane ticket.
"Ahh!" She threw herself onto me and held on with her arms and legs.
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For the remainder of my time there, Laura and I took every opportunity to make love to each other and explore each other's sexuality. I loved it when she used her tongue to tease my sensitive cock and make me leak a river before bursting in ecstasy. She loved it when I jammed my finger against her g-spot and made her gush like a fountain. Having her clit flicked was a favorite of hers, especially when we were in the midst of intense thrusting. She was always eager to feel my hot cum against her skin, and she gradually learned to swallow more and more, to slide my shaft deeper into her throat. I loved sucking her toes and inhaling her soles, and she was openly aroused that something besides her pussy could make me so desperate. I worshipped every part of her body and cherished every moment with her.
By the end of it, I still couldn't quite believe that I had found the love of my life in my own cousin. The guilt had worn off long ago, replaced by unrelenting lust and desire. When I went back to college, I rejected every girl who flirted with me and burned every bridge that remotely resembled a dating relationship. I admitted to John what I had done with his girlfriend and was justifiably kicked out of my apartment. I brought my grades up and scored an internship with a large firm. I promised myself that I would be a better man the next time I saw Laura. I couldn't wait to show her the person I had become and to see her blossom into the brilliant and beautiful woman that I had known her to be ever since we were young. And of course, I longed for her lips, breasts, and pussy, dreamt of filling her with my cum once more. Her cries of ecstasy rang in my ears and stuck to my mind like honey.
I couldn't wait to see her again.