Kissing Cousins Pt. 01

Please bear with me while I reminisce about the old days in part 1. It sets the foundation for the rest of the story late on. Everybody is over 18 at the time of the encounters.

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In the early part of elementary school, I hated my cousin Tanner. Girls were yucky and Tanner was a girl, so that meant she was yucky too. But once 6th grade hit, I realized girls were pretty cool, because they sprouted boobs. That meant Tanner was cool too. We are the same age and in the same grade. Her dad and my dad are brothers, so we have the same last name and makes us 1st cousins. In school, everybody just assumed we were siblings instead of cousins. We got sick of explaining, so we just quit answering. We are more like brother and sister anyhow, so we let people in school think what they want.

We grew up a few miles from each other and our families did everything together. Both of us are the only child in each family, which spent a lot of time together. As I said, she is like a sister than a cousin. We live near Laker Lanier in GA and spend all summers on our boats. Both families take our boats and raft up with tons of other people. That's where you find a quiet cove and tie boats to each other side by side. It was quite common to be part of a 10-12 boat raft-up.

Tanner became the love of my life, even though she didn't know it yet. No matter how many girls I went out with, I always wished they would be Tanner. During the early teen years, she would catch me peeking at her in her bikinis while on the family boats. She would look daggers at me which made me panic and look away. I was obsessed and in love with her. Little did I know, she loved the attention, but she liked playing the devil and making me embarrassed for peeking.

My parents built a custom home with fully finished basement that included 2 bedrooms, bathroom and small kitchen. Originally, it was going to be rented out as an apartment, but as soon as I hit my teens, I moved myself down there. That's where I lived until I move out to get married. During our sophomore year in high school, Tanner moved a shit ton of her stuff into the other basement bedroom next to mine.

Quite frequently, she would stay over so late, that it was just easier to use her bedroom here, instead of going home. We are both some of the older kids in our class and both turned 18 prior to our senior year in high school. It was then, that I found out that Tanner had mutual feelings for me too. On family boating days, Tanner would purposely tease and torment me relentlessly. She would purposely brush up against my front side, knowing full well, that I would get an instant erection. Or she would accidently fall into my lap and apologize for being a klutz. Any time this happened, I tried my best to touch her deeply tanned tummy, hips and waist. That exposed skin really turned me on and I loved the feel of her softy silky smoothness. I really can't believe that we didn't get caught. Looking back at it now, things were quite obvious.

One-day Tanner told me that we were gonna be fuck buddies. And just like that, we lost our virginity to each other at 18. She turned into a stark raving nymphomaniac and wanted to fuck all the time. She wanted to try every position, every location, oral, anal, and plain old sex. She didn't care if either one of us had a steady, when she wanted to fuck, we fucked. It wasn't uncommon for us to bust our groove 3-4 times a week, on top of whatever sex we got from our significant others.

Having her room next to mine was quite convenient too, as we fucked many nights while my parents were upstairs. One of our favorite locations was in the shower. Even if we didn't have a reason to take a shower, we often found ourselves there and fucking like mad. Our senior year of high school was a whirlwind of non-stop sex. Despite our crazy schedules, we still found time to fuck like rabbits.

Tanner was a real cutie at 5'8" tall and about 135 lbs. Her small B-cup boobs barely needed a bra which was good by her, because she hated them. If she wore one, it was a sports bra or one similar to a training bra that didn't actually need to support anything. But more often than not, she was braless. She had very long lean legs and tiny waist that gently curved into some perfect little hips and nice high tight butt. Her hairless pussy was graced with some little tiny rose petal lips that stuck out from her tight slit.

Her hair was naturally dark, but she always wanted to be blonde. She would bleach it out, but leave her roots dark and her eyebrows to match. She went for the slutty look, when it came to hair and wearing tight clothing. Other than fucking me regularly, she was actually not one to go running around looking to fuck guys. She was content with being in a relationship, but using me on a sexual whim.

She was in great physical condition from being a cheerleader during football season and playing basketball during the winter season. Spring and summer was dedicated to perfecting her tan on the boat. As lifelong boaters, we were allowed to take the boat out by ourselves once we turned 18, so we did a lot of fucking there too.

So, senior year and the following summer was great. My dick damn near fell off from excessive use, but I am not one to complain. I was her sexual guinea pig. Tanner got a full scholarship to UNLV in Vegas to play basketball and off she went. Our last fuck session before she left was half sex and half tears. I was staying on the east coast for college and she went west. I had plans of visiting as much as possible, but I never had enough money or time to make it happen. The only time I saw her was during summer break, when she came home for a week or 2. We always picked up where we left off and then back she went.

Upon graduating from college, she made roots in Vegas. She married her college sweetheart and they established their lives in Henderson NV. I only see her every 5 years or so and sometimes get melancholy. These days, I have often sat back, delighted in the afterglow of my time banging my cousin. That was still a major highlight of my young life, even with all the things I have accomplished in my adult life. We have never spoken about it since, but it sure is fun to close my eyes and mentally reminisce.

Part 2.

One major advantage of being a professional firefighter is being on shift work. It has given me opportunities that the 9-5'rs don't get. One perk was a great sex life and the other is having a nice side job that gives me a future after the fire department. Years ago, I started a side business as a home improvement guy. That quickly turned into building custom homes. 2 years ago, I retired from the department after a 28-year career. As a custom home builder, I'm always looking for new and innovative ideas. That's what brought me to Vegas this past week. Their annual home builder convention and trade show. I've been a builder for 15 years. I have more time to commit to it, now that I'm retired from the department.

I've only been to the convention once before and my wife Deena went with me. We stayed in the hotel that housed the convention center and partied our asses off when not actually in the convention itself. We even did a little swinging while there. My wife and I have a very enthusiastic and varied sex life. We're into swinging, swapping, 3 ways, 4 ways and full-blown gangbangs. Our favorite is for her to hook up with black guys. We both get off with her getting fucked senseless by huge black cocks.

This time around, Deena suggested I stay with Tanner and her husband. My wife and daughter have tickets for a multi-day country music festival in NC, so we are off in different directions. I hate country music, so I'm glad not to be stuck on that trip. Tanner and her husband live in Henderson, just outside Vegas. Tanner is my age, 51, and we grew up in the same town and went to the same schools from kindergarten through high school graduation. Above and beyond being cousins, she is as much a sister as well as a best friend. On top of that, we have some good sexual history together.

My 1st night in town is in the airport hotel as my flight is getting in late and Tanner is working her last shift before having the week off to hang with me during the event. As I got off the plane, I saw a text from my daughter that said she wanted to skype with me at a specific time. I have never done that before, so I figured it would be cool to learn something new. Read my previous stories about the relationship I have with Tess and my wife Deena. It sets the foundation for the things that are getting ready to happen for me this week, starting tonight.

Anyhow, it was 10pm Saturday morning in Vegas which made it 1am on the east coast. Despite my fatigue, I signed on to skype and hooked up with my daughter. Sure enough, as expected, my wife and daughter were in a hotel room near Charlotte. They had traveled north for this once in a lifetime festival style concert by their favorite musicians. Her laptop was on the dresser, directly across from the foot of the bed, so all I saw was the 2 of sitting on the foot of the bed and then entire bed behind them. They sat on the bed next to one another while we chatted about nothing in particular, but they both seemed a little distracted and occasionally gave a nervous giggle or guilt-ridden smile. I even caught them stealing glances to the side of the room away from the camera. I was sorta catching a vibe that something was up as both of them appeared to be a little fidgety and sure enough I was right.

"Well daddy, we were having a ton of fun with folks we don't even know, and just like that, we made a new friend."

"I see, and is this new friend is a...guy?"

"Ummmmm."

Again, she looked away from the camera and giggled nervously.

"Yep, he's a guy."

"And...is this guy...ahhhh...a black guy maybe?"

She giggled and shrugged her shoulders as if to feign embarrassment and looked off to the side again as if to make sure he really was black.

"Yep, he's black alright. Come on over here and meet my daddy. What was your name again?"

She didn't even know the kid's name. How raunchy and slutty. That's my girls. He mumbled something.

"Daddy, this is DeWan, he likes country music too."

"Uhhhhhh... yeah, I just bet he does."

"DeWan, this is my daddy."

This young ghetto black kid with dreads and saggy jeans came waltzing on over. He just gave me some kinda hand signal that indicated a hello. There was only one reason a young black kid was in a hotel room with my wife and daughter. He was gonna fuck them both. I don't know if he realized I was gonna be watching on skype, but we'll see how it goes. But how in the hell did they meet a thug like him at a country music festival? Things never cease to amaze me.

"Remember how you told me and mom to have fun this weekend? Well, that's exactly what we're gonna do."

"And let me guess baby doll. DeWan is such a generous guy, he's gonna let you use his body as the source for your fun?"

My wife giggled and took center stage with a reply.

"Well now dear, that is a great idea, why didn't I think of that myself? (more giggling). Thanks for suggesting that. So...you gonna watch?"

"You bet I am. It's a little different with me not there in real life, but beggars can't be choosey."

The 3 of them wasted no time at all in getting naked and getting DeWan's cock hard and into action. They took turns mauling his dark black sausage as they frolicked around the king size bed. Of course, I pulled out my cock and stroked off as I would do if I were there in person. DeWan was on his back while the girls took turns riding his face and his cock and making out with each other. Eventually my slutty wife and daughter engaged in a 69 while DeWan fucked each one of them doggy style.

They went on for 2 full hours with him showing some serious staying power and multiple cum shots. DeWan even looked at the laptop a couple times, not sure if I was really watching or not. There was a lot of dirty talk with 'nigger this and nigger that and white pussy this and white momma that'. He left them with pussies full of black baby making jizz as they fell into exhaustion. He split, leaving the 2 of them to clean themselves up prior to turning in for the night.

"You're not mad are you daddy? I mean, normally you're here with us, but we both had such a primal magnetism to him and just couldn't pass it up. But we knew you would wanna watch, just like if you were at home."

"Not mad at all baby doll. How many of those country music songs do you think he actually knew?"

My slutty cum filled daughter just rolled on the bed giggling like a little kid as if it was then funniest joke in the world.

"Ummmmmm, probably none daddy."

"I didn't think so, but I'm very happy you guys remembered me in the heat of the moment. You saw how hard daddy's cock was, so you know exactly how I felt."

"Thank you daddy. We love you."

They made out together for few minutes which got my cock hard again. Then they blew kisses to the camera and signed off. I spent the next hour, browsing through my stash of interracial porn on my laptop until I found a specific video of my wife taking an 18-year-old black cock for the very 1st time. I jerked off twice more as I relived the memory that seemed so long ago. I fell asleep fast and was ready for action when I woke up.

Cousin Tanner had planned to pick me up in front of my hotel at 8am and I was extremely excited to see her. As I made my way through the big exit doors, I was hit with a sight that you would normally see at an airport, taxi cabs lined up as far as the eye can see. But low and behold, across 3 lanes of the portico, was my cousin, lined up with the limos. She was in her trademarked cowgirl outfit holding a sign overhead, as the limo drivers do while waiting for their customer. Her sign said...GRUMPY. I couldn't help but smile as I saw her for the 1st time in 5 years. My mind raced back and time seemed to stand still as I made my way towards her.

...Let's take a quick trip down memory lane regarding the cowgirl reference. Ever since we could 1st start walking, we spent a lot of time at our uncle's ranch. Our dad's sister has a beef cattle ranch a couple miles from our neighborhood and if we weren't boating, we were ranchers. At least that's what we thought anyhow. Our Uncle Marc inherited his family's beef cattle farm and my Aunt Toni added an equestrian riding and training center long before we were born. As youngsters, we were exposed to the ranching lifestyle and Tanner was really hooked. Horses became her 1st love. She helped tend to the 50 horses that were boarded there.

Aunt Toni saw this and started Tanner out as a toddler with riding lessons. By the time she was 10, she was a full blown competition level calf roper. Uncle Marc also took notice and taught her how to become a cattle driver. She was so good at it, even at a young age, that he paid her to work for him. When she became of age for legal employment, she was put on the payroll. She worked the farm all the way up until she left for college and even spent some time there when she was back during parts of summer break.

She was a pure bred southern Georgia farm girl, through and through. She really savored in the role and was a genuine cowgirl. Tall, lean and tanned with a sexy southern accent. It toughened her up and we spent a lot of time wrestling around just so she could show me how strong she was. Once I was older, the wrestling matches were quite physical and usually ended up in some hot sweaty sex. During those days, it was more like rough foreplay.

Growing up, her outfit of choice on the farm was her cowgirl attire. Spaghetti strap spandex tank top with no bra, huge black cowboy hat with her bleach blonde hair showing, skin tight jeans that look painted on and tucked into her well-worn red cowboy boots. No matter how many days she wore an ensemble of that nature, it never ceased to amaze me how hot she was and how hard my cock would get. She knew it and she flaunted it, whenever nobody was looking of course.

Back to the current time...

She stood next to her trademark black Jeep Wrangler with the top off as usual. She did her best to look very nonchalant, but I could see she was buzzing with anticipation, even from the distance we were at now. As soon as there was a break in traffic, she threw the sign down and bolted towards me in a sprint. She leaped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. She took my face in her hands and kissed me like the long lost lovers we were. Even after all these years of sexual separation, the chemistry was still there. She still kissed and tasted the same.

Our love for one another is quite deep. We are blood related as 1st cousins, grew up as best friends, we are as close as twin brother and sister and on top of that, we have history of being lovers. I think we have all the bases covered. Her body felt pleasingly warm as she trembled slightly while our tongues got deeply reacquainted with each other. I had dropped my bags and wrapped my arms around her, holding her in position while we kissed. 1st thing I noticed was her tongue was pierced, which is a major fetish of mine, along with many others, as you will soon see. After a few minutes of deep tongue action, she slid down and began to rub her eyes behind her glasses. I gently removed them to see her all teary eyed. She pulled away, slightly embarrassed.

"Stop. You're just gonna laugh at me."

I gently pulled her back to me and smoothed away her tears with a very tender touch. I softly took her chin and tilted her beautiful face up to look at me. She looked at me with puppy dog eyes of thanks and deep love. As usual, not a stitch of makeup on her day off. The casino makes her get all caked up with makeup for work, so she avoids it when off duty.

"God I missed you Grumpy. I never realized how much I truly loved you until my heart went pitter patter when you walked through that door. I know it sounds corny..."

I put my finger to her lips as if to shhhhhh her.

"I know what you mean Tanner. Believe me, I feel it too."

She hugged me with much more enthusiasm as I could feel the relief in her body. She felt good and I know she felt the same for me. She laughed a little nervously and picked up my bags.

"Let's go before we make a scene."

She threw my bags in back of the jeep and off we went to Henderson Nevada. Tanner has been a blackjack dealer for over 20 years and has worked at all the big name casinos. With her being from southern Georgia, she has a very sexy southern drawl when she speaks and it's very intoxicating. The folks out west love her deep southern accent and her long legs. Her husband owns the leading limo company in Vegas and they make a killing. They chose not to have kids which makes them even more well off. They got divorced last spring and she got a nice share from selling of the house and she retained the huge houseboat they keep on Lake Mead. That's where we're headed, because the houseboat is her new full time home.

The houseboat is huge at 110 feet long with 2 full levels of ultra-modern living accommodations. It has a huge kitchen, tv room and 4 bedrooms, each with their own private bathrooms. The roof top has a driver console, full bar, small kitchen, patio type furniture and hot tub. Definitely livable by anybody's standards. Deena and I have partied on one before, but this is my 1st time on Tanner's. She rambled on and on during the ride, I didn't even realize what she was talking about. I was just so glad to be with her, that I'm on cloud 9. I'm here for a full week, so I hope she saves some of it for later.

When she heard I was going to be by myself, she took off the whole week so we could hang out together. She even planned to attend the convention with me multiple days. I started out with her on Saturday morning, knowing full well, we would be doing some serious partying that night, I was not to be disappointed.