Kissing Cousins

"Hey, have we met?" was the first interaction we had. He had sent me a message on Facebook after I sent him a friend request. No, we hadn't met but I knew who he was. He just didn't know me. My aunt had placed him up for adoption 26 years ago and they had recently met and formed a relationship. I proceeded to tell him who I was and that we were "sort of" related.

"It's not like we're really related though," he said. No, not legally, right? I knew he was my cousin, by blood. He knew the same. But I couldn't help but feel the heat between my legs thinking about him.

We decided to meet up for a movie that weekend. We met at the theater. He paid, just like a gentleman, and held the door. I felt like it was a first date, not meeting my long lost cousin for the first time. I was fidgety in the movie. I couldn't sit still. I wanted to touch him, any part of him. He had his hand lying on the arm rest and I wanted desperately to lay mine on top, but each time I tried I chickened out.

I hadn't paid any attention to the movie. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the yearning for his skin against mine. I finally mustered up the courage to get closer about half way through the movie. I moved my legs closer to his. Then placed my hand on the outside of my thigh. I looked down and in the dark I could see my hand was only a couple inches from his leg. I could easily brush it against his leg "accidentally" just to feel any part of him.

It was nearing the end of the movie & I still hadn't done anything but sit there and contemplate my decisions. I had to do it, this was my chance. I put my left foot under my right leg and my knee brushed his leg. He just looked over at me and smiled. I put my hand on my knee, took a deep breath, and slowly eased it over to his leg. My heart was beating out of my chest. What if he was offended? What if he is weirded out? I wanted to move it back to my own leg, but I wanted to move it further up his thigh too. So I just left it.

After what seemed like forever he reached down and grabbed my hand and laces his fingers between mine. Was this it? Was this is his way of saying he wanted more? Or, was this him just being friendly to his cousin? The movie ended and we got up to walk out, he held a tight grasp on my hand and led me back out to the parking lot and to my car.

"I'm glad you put your hand on my leg in there," he said.

I just smiled, feeling my face turn red.

"Wanna come back to my place? We could, umm..., just chat, catch up."

"Yea, sure," I answered.

"You can just follow me."

The whole way back to his apartment my heart was about to come out of my chest. I've never felt so many emotions in my life. I was excited, scared, embarrassed, nervous, all at the same time.

Once we got in his apartment he invited me to sit on his couch while he grabbed us a soda. When he got back he sat down extra close. We exchanged a little awkward chit chat. But I couldn't think straight. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel him. I kept thinking of how sexy he looked in his blue stripped button up, and how inappropriate it was to think of my cousin as "sexy".

"Your breasts look nice. What size are they?"

He caught me off gaurd. I must've looked like a deer in headlights.

"Was that too much? I'm sorry," he said quickly as he scooted over.

"No, don't be sorry. I was just spaced for a second. They're a D. You can touch them if you like." Wait, did I really just say that? I really wanted him to, but I can't believe that just came out of my mouth.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes, really," I answered, although I was thinking "Yes, please," in my head.

He reached over and cupped my breast in his hand. He gave it a nice firm squeeze. I felt my nipples harden in my bra.

"Very nice."

"Want to see?"

"Absolutely."

I reached down and pulled off my shirt. Underneath was my black lace push-up bra with my breasts about to fall out of it. I had worn it just in case someone was to see it, or hopeful someone would see it. I reached back to unlatch it when he grabbed my arms.

"May I?"

"Yes!"

He brushed his hands along my skin as he slowly unlatched my bra. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and down my arms. My breasts bounced as they left my bra. He looked at me with this fiery look in his eyes. My nipples were as hard as they could get aching for someone to touch them, or lick them, or suck them.

He grabbed both breasts in his hands and flicked my nipples with his thumbs as he gave me a look as if he was asking for permission to keep going. I nodded.

He slowly brought his face closer to my breasts. He started kissing at the top of one and kissed his way down to my nipple. As he took it in his mouth I could feel his hot breath against it. My pussy was soaked. He put it in his mouth and I thought I might orgasm right then. He flicked it with his tongue. Nibbles a little with his teeth. Then looked up at me.

"May I...kiss you?"

"Please."

He moved his hands from my breasts to my back, then brought one up to the back of my head. He leaned in and gave me the greatest kiss I've ever had. When he stopped I looked down to see the giant lump in his jeans.

"May I?" I said, nodding to his groin.

"Absolutely," he answered as he leaned back.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them off along with his boxers. His dick stood up as hard as any one i'd ever seen. Not to mention bigger, too. It was at least 9 inches long and a full hand round. I took it in my hand and ran it up and down a few times. He moaned and I put my mouth over it. He moaned louder. I moved up and down over his hard shaft, taking more each time down, until the head of his dick was down my throat. He was moaning so loud I knew he would cum any moment. I moved my mouth over his dick faster and faster, sucking as hard as I could.

"I'm gonna cum!"

He quickly filled my mouth as I sucked every last drop out and swallowed.

"Oh...my...God..." he said, "Now it's your turn."

He pushed me back on the couch, lifted my skirt, and pulled over my panties. My pussy was soaked and he was about to lick it clean. He licked the outside of my freshly shaven pussy. I was already on the verge of orgasm. He used his tongue to separate my lips and lick up my pussy. He licked from the bottom to the top then back down. He stuck his tongue inside my tight hole, licking up all my juices. He licked back up to the top and swirled his tongue around my clit. He took it in his mouth and rubbed it between his lips as he sucked gently. That was it. I was cumming. I felt like I was going to pass out. I gripped the couch and let out a loud moan.

He pulled off my panties and skirt then hovered over top of me, looking me up and down. He leaned in and kissed me. Taking his hand and rubbing up my thigh, closer and closer to my pussy. He ran his finger tips in the crease of my groin and then in between my lips. He put it in my wet hole and it felt as if he was feeling every part of me.

He removed his finger and placed his dick right above my pussy. It was aching for him to be inside me. He lowered it down, inserting just the tip. It felt like it was going to rip me open, but I wanted all of him. He inserted a little more.

"Ouch!"

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Not at all."

"I'll be easy."

"Okay."

I slowly inserted his entire dick into me. It hurt at first then it felt amazing. This is what I've been longing for. This is what I've wanted. He thrusted himself in and out of me. His dick was hitting every spot perfectly. He was going to make me cum again.

"Harder!" I screamed.

He went harder, I was moaning, I was breathing heavenly, I was screaming, I was cumming...hard. He kept going.

"Where do you want me to cum?"

"In me."

"Without protection."

"Yes."

He shot is load in me. Filling up my pussy with his cum. He kissed my forehead, pulled out, and got me a towel. We went at it a few more times before morning, each time as amazing as the first.