Dani Pt. 02 by Elvenkraft

Literotic asexstories – Dani Pt. 02 by Elvenkraft,

Jean held Dani’s ankles as she eased back onto the couch. He enjoyed the sight of her body stretched out before him, her hourglass figure contorted as he entered her. Dani closed her eyes, anticipation in the air. Jean wondered what thoughts and desires had been brewing in her mind prior to this moment. As he moved within her, she gasped and moaned, her voice a mixture of vulnerability and maturity that intrigued him. Jean began a steady rhythm, watching as Dani responded to his touch with every fiber of her being. Her body, once forbidden, now lay bare and ready for his every desire. With each thrust, he felt her surrender to him, her big breasts tantalizingly close to her face. Jean indulged in the forbidden by taking her nipple in his mouth, eliciting a pleasured moan from Dani. She looked up at him with a mixture of desire and innocence, her eyes beckoning him closer. He kissed her eagerly, feeling her soft skin against his own, each touch igniting a fire within them both. As they embraced each other, lost in pleasure, Jean couldn’t help but savor the intimacy they shared in that moment.

“Turn me over,” she forced with a breathy whisper.

Jean pulled-out and forced Dani’s quivering body over. Her ass looked bigger as she arched her back and presented her cheeks like a gift. Jean kneaded them then gripped her waist before entering her from behind. Dani cried out. Jean regretted not being able to see her face but enjoyed the sounds she was now making as he bounced on her round bottom. He felt her convulse, her muscles contracting and shaking like an orgasm dragging-out for minutes. Dani had given herself over to her desires, she was no longer burdened by her nerves, her self-consciousness, the knowledge that Jean was her cousin. The thought had excited her but was immaterial for the time being. She felt him somehow getting even bigger inside her, and she couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else. She felt his hand on her shoulder, then on her neck. Her lower body tingled with a warm euphoria which spread until she was climaxing and forgot to breathe. She felt Jean cum inside her, a warmth that seemed to fill her up to her stomach. She cried-out then fell limp on the couch, clutching a cushion like a scared puppy. Jean pulled-out, his cock glistening with her wetness. He rested by her, touched her, unaware that his affectionate fondling on her hips and buttocks was eliciting another orgasm. Dani moaned and pulled Jean down on top of her. He felt her body shuddering again and quietly congratulated himself.

“Oh my God,” Dani whispered. Jean couldn’t tell if she was reeling from her orgasm or from the sober realization of what they had just done. The reality was more stark for the both of them now, though the pleasure of the moment was not completely gone. Jean loved feeling Dani’s soft, naked body against his, her small, weak hands caressing him. And Dani still loved feeling Jean’s embrace, his powerful presence she could still feel and smell and taste, knowing she was safe with him there. She couldn’t imagine a safer place. Still, she found herself lost for words. And she was still catching her breath anyway.

Jean’s attention returned to the tall windows of the living room. Any marginally curious and dishonest passer-by could have been witness to everything. Including any other family or friends deciding to stop-by unannounced. Jean couldn’t let the prospect interrupt them before but now he found himself starting to think semi-rationally again. He thought about covering Dani with a blanket but the couch was already going to smell like chlorine, he didn’t want to produce any more evidence of what had happened. But he also didn’t want to compel Dani to leave just yet.

“Are you alright?” he asked. Dani didn’t know how to respond. Her body was still coasting on endorphins as she processed a newfound affection for Jean. She fumbled her thoughts, like her mind was a full suitcase and she was desperately searching for some essential, valuable object she knew she had but feared was now missing.

“I…” she struggled, finally making eye-contact with Jean again. Her pupils were huge but Jean could still see how blue her eyes were. He had looked into them countless times before but now it felt like the first. Dani gazed at him with a look of unresigned affection, even as she had the expression of a child who had just seen something she shouldn’t have.

“We should get dressed,” Jean said. As he moved to stand up Dani gave him another kiss. It felt different this time. Less a kiss of passion and more a kiss to signify a bond, or an agreement. To Dani it was also a kiss of gratitude.

Jean slipped back into his swim briefs, the only clothes of his at hand. Dani struggled back into her wet bikini and Jean watched as she hobbled back outside to grab her clothes and towel, looking left and right as if to see if she was being watched.

“You don’t have to go,” Jean said as Dani walked back inside.

“I know. I just need to… process things.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m actually feeling good. It felt good. I just need to process,” Dani couldn’t look him in the eye this time and moved towards the front door, still not quite able to walk straight. Jean’s heart sank as Dani opened the door. She paused.

“Can I have one more kiss?” she asked. Jean wanted to kiss her. He wanted to tongue her and dig his fingers into her flesh and take her to his room and fuck her all over again. But he didn’t want to overwhelm her.

“Of course,” and Jean and Dani shared one more kiss. For a moment they stood, in wonder at each other, embracing their innocence even as it burned away. Then, finally:

“Goodbye.”

Jean spent the rest of the day and night reliving that moment, as well as many of the moments that preceded it. He hoped Dani would come back, he hoped she wouldn’t regret anything, he prayed she wouldn’t tell anyone. He wanted nothing more than to feel her again.

Dani wanted to collapse in a mess of guilt of joy and unresolved desire. She wanted to talk to someone but couldn’t begin to think of how to talk about what she just did. She could only imagine talking to Jean. And she realized she was only feeling conflicted at all because she wanted Jean.