“Will you be warm enough?” I returned to her.
Jennifer rolled her head over and looked at me again. The smile was back, and it was wonderful to see. “I think I might get a little cold,” admitted Jennifer.
With a slow nod, I digested the information and looked for a way to fulfill her request. “Well,” I started, putting an offer on the table, “sleeping bags can usually zip together. If you’d like, we can make one big one out of our two smaller ones.”
With a furrow of her brow, Jennifer asked, “They do?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed, starting to unzip mine. “Just make sure you undo it all the way.”
Beside me, Jennifer crawled out of her sleeping bag and followed my lead, unfastening her sleeping bag completely. In no time at all, I had rezipped the two together, making a nice joined bed for the two of us. We crawled back inside, now sharing a bag instead of being separated as we were before. As I laid down on my back, Jennifer snuggled up next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Partly out of instinct and partly out of a desire to keep her close to me, I put my arm around her. It felt surprisingly good being physically able to touch one another.
“Much better,” Jennifer sighed, putting her free hand on my chest. At once I felt her rubbing my muscles again, as though she was making sure they were still there underneath the covers. “Nothing like having my big, strong cousin right beside me all night to keep me warm.”
I put my free arm on hers in an effort to stop her from feeling my body too much. Whether she knew what she was doing or not, it was arousing me. “What’s with you and rubbing my chest?” I asked her.
“I dunno,” she giggled, wriggling her hand free of mine. “I just really like how it looks and feels. Can’t I just play a little bit?” she asked, tickling her fingers through my thin forest of chest hair.
“Hm.”
I tried to ignore her actions and go to sleep, but it was no use. With every hard heartbeat, blood was building up inside my penis, making it more and more erect by the second. It was extremely difficult to keep a level head with this beautiful, adoring young woman beside me. Cousin or not, this arrangement together was intensely gratifying.
“Carter?”
“Hm?”
“I know what I did,” Jennifer suddenly said, letting her hand come to a rest.
“What?” I asked, though I figured I knew what she meant. “When?”
“When we were playing in the water,” she explained. “I know what I did. When I climbed on you.”
“When you had your legs around my head.”
“Yeah,” she confirmed nonchalantly, “when I was pushing my crotch into your face. I was doing it on purpose.”
Her impassive indifference for the entire situation was staggering. Did she have any idea what sort of conflict she had put me through – that she was still putting me through? “And what was the purpose?” I demanded with a smile.
Her succinct answer was cutely unbelievable. “To distract you.”
“It worked.”
Jennifer giggled in satisfaction and curled up a little more tightly next to my chest. I could feel myself getting warmer and warmer, and it had nothing to do with the heat Jennifer was giving off. It was all about the heat I was feeling just snuggling with my eighteen-year-old cousin.
I pecked her quickly on the head. “Do you know why it worked?” I asked her.
She giggled again. “Because you’re a guy and having a girl’s pussy in your face is very distracting,” she deducted.
“Yeah, pretty much,” I responded with a chuckle of my own. “That’s the only reason you won that round.”
Jennifer inhaled deeply and patted my chest. “Whatever works,” she sighed. All was quiet for a moment. I thought for sure Jennifer had decided to leave me alone and go to sleep. The hope, unfortunately, was in vain. All too soon, my cousin started asking questions again. “Did the girls in Europe keep you…distracted?”
“Well, not the way you did, for sure,” I answered. We laughed together. “I tried to keep myself focused on my studies,” I continued, “but they were…distracting at times.”
“How so?”
“Well, always being…attractive while I was trying to study.”
Jennifer focused her questions. “Being attractive?” she zeroed in, turning onto her stomach and laying half on top of me. She rested her chin on my chest and looked up at me. “You mean being sexy?”
“Yeah…” I confirmed with a shrewd grin. The way my cousin looked at me in the darkness was mesmerizing. Her beautiful blue eyes looked at me admiringly and her dirty blonde hair seemed to shimmer on its own accord. Forget rubbing my chest, just Jennifer looking at me this way was giving me a complex!
Pursing her lips, Jennifer considered me carefully.
“Carter?”
“Hm?”
“Did you sleep with them?” Her stare was intent. I didn’t know what she was thinking. Usually I at least had some idea. Either way, that was it. There was no inhibiting my manhood now. Memories of the sex I’d had over the past two years flooded into my mind. It was impossible to keep them at bay and they overwhelmed the control I was exerting over my erection. It was involuntarily stretching to its full seven inches.
“Some of them, yeah,” I replied. “Well, quite a few, actually.”
“Hm.” Jennifer studied me for a moment again. “Was it…good sex?”
I frowned at her. I didn’t like where this conversation was headed. It was arousing enough to be alone with her while she cuddled against me. Talking about sex, though? That was just throwing gasoline on the fire. “When did you all of a sudden become so interested in sex, Jen?” I asked pointedly.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged with another dazzling smile. “I have been for a while. Since I entered puberty, I guess.”
“And this is the first time we’ve discussed it?”
“Ew!” she exclaimed in revulsion. “You’re like a brother to me, Carter. I wouldn’t talk about sex with my brother.”
“We are now,” I pointed out.
“Well…yeah…” stammered Jennifer, rolling her eyes. “But it’s…I don’t know… It’s different. We’ve grown up now.” I just kept looking at her with an expectant, wry smile. “I didn’t want to talk to you about this stuff with you when I was still in high school, I mean.”
“Oh,” I chuckled.
She was quiet a moment, just staring at me in suspense. “So?” she said at last.
“So what?”
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Parent Post: Expect the Unexpected – by viceofchoice
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