Family On Heat Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Family On Heat Ch. 01 by VenumusSnake,VenumusSnake Chapter 01: Cousin Amy

I was awake early that Saturday morning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I threw the covers back. I was, as always, careful not to make too much noise or move around too much so as not to disrupt the person laying in bed next to me. I looked down and, sure enough, saw my sister hugging her pillow close to her full chest, her long chocolate brown hair tangled comically over her face. Before you start thinking you’ve missed the action, let me assure you that nothing of the sort has occurred. My sister Rachel and I have shared a bed ever since we were in the womb together. Being fraternal twins means that we have an incredibly close brother and sister bond, and, even when we moved out here to California to a house with more rooms, it just seemed natural we’d share a room as before. And since bunkbeds are a pain in the ass to climb and not bang your head on the ceiling, we just opted for a double.

Getting out of bed, I didn’t bother to put any clothes on other than the white boxer shorts I wore to bed. I simply padded barefoot down the hall to the bathroom, stopping only to stick my head around my other sister, Nikki’s door and see that she had gotten in from her late night party. Sure enough, there was the little minx, complete with boyishly-short black hair and a cute little upturned nose. She had a way of getting what she wanted from her older brother and sister by smiling and looking all young and vulnerable. Damn her.

I took a quick look at the wall clock in the bathroom as I stepped in, hand automatically reaching for the shower thermostat. It was 7:20, which meant that I was an hour and forty minutes away from a breakfast meeting with my girlfriend Jennifer. She hates being called Jenny, for some reason. Go figure. I peeled off my tightie-whities and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water run down in rivulets through the creases in between the muscles on my chest and abs, and down the ‘V lines’ of my groin. Hey, I worked out and had a body to show for it. If there’s one thing I’m any good at, and there probably is only one, it’s keeping in shape. As a martial artist and all-around adventurer, with the rock-climbing and the skydiving and the like, fitness is very important to me.

Shower done, I ran a towel over my short, bristly brown hair and wrapped said towel around my waist and sauntered back to the bedroom. I could hear Mom pottering around downstairs in the kitchen, probably fixing herself some breakfast before she went to work at the local hospital. Anyway, I turned the door handle and stepped into my room. Just as I padded onto the soft, plush beige carpet I could see Rachel quickly turn over and act dead to the world. I smiled to myself. Fine, let her think she got away with it. I know what she was doing anyway.

Raitch had been touching herself a lot lately. I was beginning to think that single life was getting too lonely for her, if you know what I mean. Even last night, as I laid awake in bed, I felt first the telltale rocking of the mattress beneath us, then the soft squishing sounds as fingers met her lubricated moisture, and last but not least I could hear, and see through barely-open eyes, her open-mouthed, head-tilted-back moans as her electric touch sent shivers of delight racing through her body. It was a good job the bed was big enough for me to sleep a way from her, otherwise my rock-hard erection would have been a dead giveaway that I was awake. Hey, I can’t help being turned on by a beautiful girl masturbating two feet away from me. Even if it is my sister.

Figuring I’d play it cool, I dropped the towel and reached into my drawer to pull out a fresh pair of briefs. As I pulled the thin fabric over my limp, floppy dangling penis, I heard Rachel behind me saying, “Good morning bro.” I turned and saw her sitting up in bed, the white sheet falling down into her lap to reveal her perfect rounded breasts. Call me a pervert, but I loved the way they looked, with her long brown hair falling over her nipples… Anyway, I walked over to her and leaned down and gave her a quick good morning kiss, as was the custom.

“Morning,” I replied. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” she smiled coyly. “Fine. Listen, can you throw me my panties?” She pointed to the silky purple knickers lying on the floor three feet from the bed.

“You took them off in the night?” I asked with a smile. I knew damn well she had of course, but it was fun to see her squirm.

“Yeah…” she said, looking away from me. “It was too hot last night to wear them.”

I bent down and scooped them up, handing them to her, and then watched her bring her legs up under the covers and pull them on. She then hopped out of bed and left for the bathroom, giving me a quick pat on the arm as she went. Believe it or not, this is a normal enough morning for us.

Games aside, I quickly got dressed and slapped on some of the aftershave I knew Jennifer loved to smell on me. Before Rachel even finished her shower, I was descending the stairs, to be greeted by the sound of my mother singing along to the radio. Quite well, it has to be said. She has a very sophisticated English accent, which explains the London inflection in my own speech. The girls here in California seem to love it, so I won’t complain too much. Mom was wearing a dark red silk robe that left her long, tanned legs exposed. Like Rachel but only a bit older, Mom was every bit as beautiful. She has long flowing brown hair and deep, dark eyes that you could get lost in. She turned as I entered the room, coffee mug in hand. “Morning, Sean. Sleep well?”

I kissed her on the cheek. “Yeah, fine thanks.”

She stepped over to the toaster, pointing at the bread bin. “You want some breakfast?”

I shook my head. “No thanks, I’m gonna meet Jennifer at the Tradewinds Hotel. She wanted to eat there for some reason.”

Mom smiled. “You two are getting serious, huh?” Damn, I hated how observant she could be. And I also hated the fact that it bothered me that she knew we were indeed past the making-out-in-her-dad’s-car stage.

“Yeah, I guess,” I smiled back. She patted me on the shoulder, and said to me.

“Well, good luck son, she’s a real sweetheart. Listen, I have to get dressed now, but why don’t you stop by the hospital later and tell me how it went?” She left the room, and was halfway up the stairs as I called back,

“Yeah, okay. See you later.”

A quick glance at my watch told me it was almost 8:15. Time to get moving, as I liked to walk on these bright Sacramento mornings instead of drive. In a faded blue pair of jeans and a black Guns N’ Roses t-shirt, I looked pretty much like any other rock-loving teenager. I decided to take a walk down by the boardwalk, and take in the invigorating sea air on my way to the Tradewinds. Forty minutes later I was there, strolling into the lobby and feeling the air conditioning hit the perspiration on my forehead. Hot morning. I crossed into the dining hall, and saw her sitting alone at a table for two.

She spotted me immediately and got up, an expectant smile on her face. She was a year younger than me, at 20. I split the distance to her and met her with a big hug and a quick kiss to her full lips. She tasted sweet, like pineapple juice. That figured, since that was what she’d been drinking. I smiled, looking down into those big, wide green eyes I loved so much. She had light browny-blonde hair to down past her shoulders, and a body to die for, with an incredible bust and fine, sculpted butt on an athlete’s toned body. Today she was wearing a green vest and a pair of khaki short-shorts, and boy did she look good. I hadn’t seen her in all of three days, but even then I knew that was far too long.

“Hey,” she said simply, looking up at me, for I was slightly taller than her. She was a tallish woman, scraping 5′ 9″ to my 6′ 2″. We sat down to eat, and all the usual chatter. What she’d been doing, what I’d been doing. I noticed as we talked over our plates of scrambled eggs and omelettes, she had a sexy, naughty little glint in her eye that I found a bit of a turn-on. I finally decided to call her on it.

“What’s with the smile?” I said with a chuckle.

She leaned in close to me, and I craned my neck towards her to hear. “I’ve got a free house this week,” she said to me softly. “Monday ’til Thursday. I was kinda thinking you could come over… and have a little fun…”

“What kinda fun?” I teased with a cheeky smile. “Monopoly? Charades?”

Jen bit her lower lip, a sure sign of a turn-on for her. “Don’t play dumb,” she purred. She sat back in her chair and pushed her magnificent chest out slightly. The effect so simple a move had on me was overwhelming… suddenly in my mind I was all over those luscious breasts, like I was last weekend…

“I am dumb,” I said, deciding to tease her a little more. She loved the games. “Most of the time I’m actually playing smart.”

“Well maybe if I spell it out for you you’ll get it?” She smiled, and said, in a low, seductive voice, “I want you to come to my place so I can suck your cock and sit on your face before I fuck your brains out.”

Her dirty talk beginning to majorly turn me on, I said to her softly, “Why wait?” With that, I got up from the table, and I could hear her chair being pushed back as she followed…

Not two minutes later Jen was pushing me through the door to the end cubicle of the men’s toilets, simultaneously kissing me frantically and tugging my zip open. Like a dog in heat, she thrust her tongue into my mouth as she pushed me onto the toilet seat. My hands were on her chest, caressing her heaving breasts beneath her vest. Quick as a flash her mouth left mine and smothered my hard cock as it burst free from my pants. Vigorously sucking my deep purple head, I noticed her left hand sneak under the waistband of her own khaki shorts and finger herself furiously. She moaned as she kept her lips firmly wrapped around my steel member, and the vibration felt incredible. I let my head go back and my eyes close, enjoying the feeling of her mouth sliding up and down my shaft. I ran my hands through her thick brown hair, and she responded by swallowing my cock, letting it slide down into her tight throat. Fuck, it felt incredible…

Suddenly I felt her lips slide up and off my dick, leaving it bobbing in the air, slick and wet with her saliva. She climbed to her feet, at the same time yanking down her khakis and her white thong, now see-through with her wet juices. “Fuck it, I need you right now baby,” she moaned as she moved one leg either side of me and grasped my thick cock with one hand. I raised my hands to her hips and helped guide her gorgeous, toned body down onto my dick.

“Mmmmmmm…” she let out a long, loud sigh as she felt me press into her sparsely-haired pussy. In one slow motion she lowered herself until her legs were on mine, and she was fully impaled on me. “Fuck me baby, I’m so fuckin’ horny today…” She was vocal as I pumped my length up into her, and, eyes squeezed tightly shut, she started to bounce up and down on me. Her wetness meant it was easy to slide in and out of her… it felt amazing. My hands found her boobs and squeezed them as I did my best to hold off from coming, and she thanked me by grabbing my head and covering my lips with hers. Her tempo increased, and she was fucking me so hard, yearning for a hot orgasm.

The bathroom door swung open. I quickly grabbed Jen and held her still on my pulsing cock, buried deep inside her juicy insides. The minx playfully ground her hips into me and kissed my cheek with her full, soft lips as I listened.

“Cleaners,” came a bored-sounding Mexican voice. Me and Jen looked at each other and sighed quietly. No way could we finish up with a guy outside the cubicle.

Still straddling my lap, Jen kissed me again deeply and mouthed “Call me” before she climbed to her feet, letting my dick pop out of her, and reached down and pulled her shorts and panties up her smooth legs. She blew me one last little kiss, then ducked down and crawled under the divider wall into the next cubicle, where I heard her exit, no doubt passing a very-surprised looking cleaner. I gave myself a minute for my erection to go down, then zipped myself back up and left the cubicle to splash some water on my sweat-soaked brow. I thought about finishing myself off, but decided against it. Sex with Jen during the week at her place would be more than enough for me, no sense in cheating on her with my right hand.

I left not long after, first settling the bill. Jen had left already, probably off home to finish herself off. It was all good, I didn’t mind too much. Even though sex was pretty much filling my brain, frustrated as I was that I didn’t get to shoot in her pussy. I tried to forget it as I exited the hotel and made for the bus stop. I had promised to go see Mom after breakfast at her place of work at the hospital. I took the time to enjoy the sunshine and such while I waited for my bus. It really was a nice day.

By the time I got to the hospital it was nearing midday. Mom worked in the pediatric department, so I headed up the stairs behind reception. She was nowhere to be found in the ward, so I headed for the staff room. As I opened the door, I heard soft, gentle moans of pleasure. Inching the door open slowly, I saw a woman with light, sandy-brown hair with her back to me. Sitting up on the counter in front of her was my mom, and her legs were wrapped around her as they kissed. I immediately recognized it was Gabrielle, mom’s lover, who was running her hands over my mother’s full chest as she herself was fingered by Mom’s outstretched hand. I turned and tried to close the door quietly, but Mom’s eyes quickly grew wide when they opened and saw me at the door.

“Oh my God, Sean,” she exclaimed as she hurriedly buttoned up her blouse and withdrew her hand from under Gabrielle’s skirt. I could have sworn I saw a flash of pubic hair as her black knee-length skirt billowed.

“Bonjour, Sean,” Gabrielle smiled at me. Of the two, I knew that Gabrielle, or Gabi as my mom sometimes called her, was the least shy. She sometimes sunbathed topless in our backyard, or exited the bathroom with only a towel around her waist if she stayed over.

“Um, how was your breakfast?” Mom asked as she straightened herself out, still looking very red. “It was good, we talked about some… stuff,” I blabbered. What an uncomfortable situation to be in. Walking in on your mom while she’s fingering her girlfriend and having her breasts massaged is embarrassing for all involved, take it from me.

Mom was saying something. “Oh yeah, Sean, in case I forget later, me and Gabi have something we need to talk to you about later. You gonna be home tonight?”

“Yeah I should be,” I replied. “Want me to round up Rachel and Nikki?”

“No, that’s okay,” Mom said. “Just you.”

I went home soon after that. On the bus on the way home, this really cute black girl was checking me out in a not-too-subtle way. I smiled back. She had short, dark black hair and light brown eyes. Her chocolate skin and athletic figure, combined with being fucked by my girlfriend earlier and walking in on some lesbian love-making, had me extremely horny. We continued giving each other teasing little looks and glances, and at one point she even licked her lips while giving me a naughty smile. As the bus slowed down, she got up to leave, walking past me. She dropped a piece of paper in my lap. It read — ‘650 701 7350. Karla’. I smiled to myself; the way this day was going I might need to give her a call. I know what you’re thinking, I already have a loving girlfriend. But just because you’re on a diet doesn’t mean you can’t look at the menu.

I got home at about 3.30, and I knew walking in that Nikki would be at college, and Mom would still be at work. The door was locked, meaning I was home alone as I unlocked it and walked in. I headed up to me and Rachel’s room and laid down on our bed. Perspiring, tired and horny, I unzipped my jeans and was about to pull out my stirring manhood when my cell phone started to ring. The name on the screen read ‘Amy’. My cousin, one who lived just down the street with her family.

“Hello?”

“Hi Sean, it’s Amy. How you doing?”

“I’m doing good thanks. How about you?”

“I’m cool. Listen, are you doing anything right now?”

Figuring that the honest answer, ‘I’m about to jack off’ wasn’t a smart option, I instead lied: “Nothing much. Why?”

Amy’s voice came back, sounding suddenly excited. “I just borrowed this mega-cool DVD, wanted to know if you wanna come round watch it with me.”

Not having much else to do, I answered, “Yeah, okay, sounds good. I’ll be there in a few.”

“Great, see you in a minute.” Again, she sounded unusually excitable. Why was that? I considered that question as I put my sneakers back on and walked the four-minute walk to her house. I knocked on the door, and she promptly answered.

She was a tall, slim blonde girl of 21, with legs that went up, up and up to make a shapely ass of themselves. She had an athletic figure, and the figure-hugging pink vest she was wearing accentuated her perfect B-cup breasts. A perpetual devilish glint in her green eyes was present in her eyes as she kissed my stubbly cheek. “Hey Sean, come on in.” She turned and led me into the sitting room, giving me the perfect opportunity to ogle her perfect ass as it swayed there underneath her tight, pale blue jeans as she walked.

“Want a drink?” Amy asked me.

“Sure,” was my reply, and as she left I sat down on the comfy, wide sofa and picked up the DVD case on the coffee table. Battlestar Galactica. Not exactly what I had in mind.

When she came back I called her on it, and she said: “Hey, don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it. My friend gave it to me, and she’s like the coolest person ever.”

Amy sat beside me and flicked on the TV with the remote, but then laid down, her legs over my lap. As the movie started to play, I almost subconsciously, without thinking, started to rub her calves through her jeans. Nothing sexual, just fooling around. After a minute or so I was snapped out of my reverie by Amy fidgeting, and moving her legs slightly. “Don’t stop,” she said with a smile as I froze. “That feels good.” Taking that as an invitation, I rubbed and caressed her legs with more fervour, and was rewarded with a deep, contented sigh from Amy. I massaged higher up her calves until I came to her thighs, and her legs opened slightly to give me better access. I rubbed the outsides of her thighs, then my hands moved around the back. A couple of times my fingers grazed her firm butt, but nothing was said.

I felt her shift a bit, but her eyes remained firmly on the TV screen. Feeling daring I decided to move my hands in between her legs and lightly caress her inner thighs. To do so, however, I needed to shift my position. I laid down behind her, my right hand still slightly between her legs, my mouth just inches from the back of her golden head. I could hear her ragged breathing from this position, and could feel her heart beating faster than normal. Both good signs, I hoped, because if this didn’t go down well I’d be in a real sticky situation. And not that kind either.

Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice. Or if she did, she didn’t say anything. I let my fingers run up one thigh and down the other, coming perilously close to her radiating pussy: I could feel the heat even inches away. My eyes looked back up to the screen and there was, unexpectedly, a sex scene playing. A hot half-naked blonde was mounting some lucky British guy. Pretty explicit for sci-fi, that. It was definitely having an effect on Amy, as her hips started to rock, and she thrust them back into my groin. My mouth was hanging open like a dog as her taut bum rubbed over my penis, which wasn’t about to stay limp for long. She was grinding on my right hand as she clenched her legs, my fingers now trapped as her hot womanhood made contact through the layers of her clothing.

The sex scene now over, the sci-fi section of the show resumed and Amy gradually came down from her high. Man, she must have been without it for a while to get that turned on. The vice-like grip her legs had on my right hand slowly relaxed, yet I was unsure whether I wanted to withdraw my hand. Against my better judgment, not to mention moral compass, I gave a long, slow stroke up and down her denim-covered slit with my middle finger. Aside from a slight intake of breath, I received no response. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I repeated my action once, twice, three times, and I finally heard what I had been looking for: a sigh of contentment. She liked it. And so did I. Flattening my palm against her groin, I applied some pressure and moved it up and down along the zip of her jeans. I felt her relax into it, and heard her purr her approval. She bent her right leg, knee pointing to the ceiling, to give me better access. Her butt, pulled tight against my groin, shifted ever so slightly this way and that, the curve of her toned cheeks nudging against my stiffening manhood. I was sure she could feel my bulbous head against her asshole.

It was only when she reached for the remote that I snapped out of the dream-like haze my brain was operating under. This is your cousin! My mind shouted. You’re not in Texas, this stuff is actually illegal. Inhaling the scent of her blonde hair, however, and feeling her incredible ass working its magic against my dick, I ignored my brain’s musings. Instead, I pulled my hand out from between her legs. As I did so I scooted back into the sofa, allowing her room to lay down flat on her back, which she did. Her head turned toward the TV, I laid my hand flat on the three inches of bare midriff that her pink vest displayed, and slowly slid it underneath her jeans and beneath her damp panties until my fingertips made contact with her puffy pussy lips.

Her head snapped round to look at me for the first time, her eyes and mouth wide with surprise. It was now or never. Throwing caution to the wind I traced my thumb along her lips up until they met her protruding clit, which I flicked gently. She closed her eyes as a loud moan escaped her. Her legs spread open wider, almost of their own accord, as I moved my fingertips over her most sensitive of parts. Her head turned away from me and back towards the television, though it was obvious she wasn’t watching. Her left hand raised up off the couch and brushed across my thigh to the junction of my legs and onto the sizeable bulge in my pants. The backs of her knuckles cruised along my shaft, up and down the denim covering my crotch. It felt great, and I let her know by sliding a moist finger between her pussy lips and inside her.

At that moment I heard that most unwelcome of sounds, the front door opening. Quick as a flash my hand left her panties and we sat up as Amy’s mom, Julia poked her head around the door. Julia was every horny student’s wet dream, a 40-something woman blonde of hair and voluptuous of build. Those sweater puppets had men drooling from twenty paces away. “Hey guys,” she said with a smile. “What you doing?”

Was Amy blushing? Looked like it. “Not much,” she smiled back. “Just watching a movie.”

“Okay,” Julia said to Amy. “I’ll be in my office working. Call in some pizza later on if you like.” With that, she was gone.

Me and Amy stared at each other. Fuck, how close! And also, what to do now… “I gotta get going,” I said, mind running on autopilot, ‘get out of there before the awkwardness sets in’ being my new mode of operation.

Amy smiled, “Sure,” and followed me to the front door. Just as I was saying goodbye and opening the door, however, she placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned to see a devilish glint in her eye and a naughty smile on her juicy lips. “If you wanna have some more fun, meet me out back at eleven,” she said before doing something unexpected; standing up on tiptoes and kissing me on the lips, lingering and pulling back softly with that same sexy grin. She turned her back and was gone down the hall.

I walked home in a trance. Did she really just proposition me to come back later and fuck her? My own cousin? More to the point, was I going to show up? I was still mulling all this over in my head as I entered the house and almost walked straight upstairs before noticing Mom and Gabrielle on the sofa. “Hey,” I said simply without intention of stopping. Then I remembered something from earlier.

“Hey, what was that thing you wanted to talk to me about?”

Mom must have seen the uncertainty and confusion regarding Amy in my eyes as she answered, “It can wait, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “Long day. I’m gonna go check my emails.” I made my way upstairs quick as I could, looking to be on my own for a little to muddle things over in my head. However, as I opened the door to my room and found Rachel on the bed lying on her front perusing her laptop, I realized it wasn’t to be. Her light brown hair was loose, and she had on a simple white vest and tight, figure-hugging jeans. The same kind Amy had on when… Again, my mind drifted back to Amy, and my hand down inside her panties touching her genitalia.

“Hey Sean,” Rachel looked up with a smile. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said as I sat down on the bed. She knelt up behind me and put her arms around my chest, kissing my cheek.

“You feel kinda stressed,” she said as her hands slid up my chest muscles to my shoulders. “Here, let me help.” With that, she started gently rubbing and kneading the muscles in my deltoids, loosening and relaxing them with her touch.

“Thanks, that feels great,” I said as my eyes closed in relaxation. My head titled back almost of its own accord, and the back of my skull connected with her chest. I opened my eyes, and saw her smile down at me, then go back to rubbing my shoulders. Her hands caressed my shoulders, then moved gently down my back and around my sides. She was good. Then, unexpectedly, her fingers curled and she tickled under my armpits with a giggle. I immediately grabbed her arms and hauled her off, and we wrestled on the bed like we used to when we were kids. Being bigger and stronger than her, it wasn’t long until I had her pinned down. I couldn’t explain how exactly, but I now had my hands on her shoulders, holding her down on her back as I knelt in between her open legs. She looked up at me, slightly breathless, and as I looked down I couldn’t help but notice her nipples poking against her thin vest, her breasts heaving up and down with the effort of her breathing. The look on her face was… expectant?

I quickly clambered off of her. I really had it on the brain today, I figured. As if moving to dispel the awkward situation, Rachel came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek again, and patted my shoulder before returning her attention to her laptop. I got the hell out of there, and locked myself in the study for a couple of hours, losing myself in the world of Wikipedia. A bit of reading about the moon missions of NASA and my boner would be long-gone, and I’d be happy.

Except that isn’t what happened, and as the clock crept toward 11pm, I found myself thinking about Amy. What she was doing now, if she was slipping into something sexy, maybe lighting some candles or something ready for me to come over. Every time I imagined her sexy body gyrating against mine, that seductive smile looking up at me or her throaty cries of passion, my cock stirred a little more. Fuck it, I had to go for it, even if she was related to me.

At ten to eleven, I shucked on my jacket and headed downstairs, closing the back door quietly as I left. I made the short journey in double-quick time, and in no time at all I was rounding her house, going down the side alley and into the garden via the gate that was never ever locked. I loitered on the back porch by the pool in the darkness, anticipation and anxiety mingling to form a potent sensation that had me fully awake and alert. After a few minutes a light came on deep in the house, and I saw Amy emerge from around the corner of the corridor and cross the living room to the back door. He was wearing a silky purple night dress, the kind that barely made it past the crotch. It showed off a fair amount of cleavage, and almost all of her legs.

Amy slid open the glass door and stepped outside. “I didn’t think you’d come,” she whispered excitedly.

“Is that why you put the dress on?” I asked, smiling back. If she was feeling any of the nerves I was, or the uncertainty I’d felt earlier, she didn’t show it as she reached her arms up around my shoulders and sensually kissed my lips, drawing me close. I put my arms around her back as we kissed, feeling her slide her tongue against mine. As the kiss intensified, my hands slid south to cup her delectable ass cheeks.

She broke the kiss and grinned as she felt the omni-present, at least today, bulge in my pants. “Haven’t got off today, huh?” She said.

“Nope. Have you?” I whispered. She nodded, mouthing the word “twice.” She took me by the hand and dragged me inside the house, closing the screen door behind us. “Wanna go upstairs?” She asked, her hands grasping the hem of her dress, just enough to reveal the tiny black thong she wore underneath. Instead of answering verbally, I took her hand and led her toward where I knew the stairs were. I tiptoed up in the darkness, Amy right behind me. As soon as we were past Julia’s room and into the room Amy shared with her college-based sister Leanne, I pressed Amy up against the door she had just closed, her legs spread as my body pressed up against hers. My hands slid up her silky thighs and grasped the thong, pulling it down her shapely legs as I kissed and sucked at her neck, making her breathe heavily and grasp my shoulders tight.

She pushed me back slightly, enough for her to reach down and pull my t-shirt up. I raised my arms above my head to allow her to tug it off, before her hands moved up and down my well-muscled chest as we resumed kissing. As I explored her nude butt with my fingers, she traced a line down to my belt and began to undo it, giggling into my mouth as she yanked my fly open and pushed my jeans and my boxers down in one go. She looked down at my cock, revealed to her for the first time in all its thick, erect glory. “Nice,” she whispered, and slid a finger up and down the long shaft as she pecked my lips, before peppering my neck and chest with soft licks and kisses. I was rooted to the spot as she stimulated my cock, finally wrapping a hand around the shaft and pumping up and down its length slowly.

Still wanking me, feeling my manhood pulsate in her hand, she sat me down on the bed, allowing me to kick my jeans and boxers off and away. She climbed onto the bed beside me and we kissed, slow and sensual and then fast and passionate, bodies intertwined. I ended up above her, and I kissed the top of her cleavage as my hands moved up and pulled the dress down over her boobs. Her perky little nipples stood up proudly, crowning a pair of beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped. I licked around one delicately, my hand flicking the other gently, then switched over, kissing my way over her skin. She purred, loving the attention I was showing her. Her legs slid against the sheets, almost subconsciously as they widened, allowing me access.

I sucked each nipple hard one last time, then moved down, over her bunched-up bed dress to the junction of her thighs. I rubbed my hands down each one, opening them even further as I kissed down the inside of one gorgeous leg, then up, teasingly over her crotch, up the other one. I traced a line with my tongue back down to her pussy, totally bare, and gaping open, soaking wet. It shuddered as I kissed it gently, applying a little pressure to her pussy lips. I slowly extended my tongue out to touch the pink inner, earning a squeal that she fought to silence. I buried my face in it, licking and sucking, attacking her pussy and her ability to keep quiet. My thumb found her clit, and massaged it in little circles until I decided she deserved more, and moved my lips up to it, sucking hard. She cried out, and I was momentarily scared her mom might have heard. She reached for a pillow and put it over her head, her muffled moans now audible only to me. I kept up licking her moist pussy, and from the way she ground it against my nose and shuddered with each touch of my tongue, she was loving it. The effect it was having on me was also profound; I don’t think I can remember my dick standing up as hard as it was now. The taboo of all this was a guilty turn-on for me, and I was way too far-gone to worry about what my family might say should anyone ever find about this.

The pillow went flying off of Amy’s face, and she scooted up the bed, turning over onto her front and getting up on all fours, spreading her legs slightly, giving me the best view of her perfect butt. She looked back at me, wiggling her hips invitingly. “Ready to fuck?” She smiled, knowing the answer full well. I grabbed her hips, and knelt behind her, bringing my hard cock to her pussy. I took hold of it, and rubbed the head along her soaked entrance. God, she was ready. Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back. She reached a hand underneath herself to absently rub at her clit as I teased her. Then, without warning, I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and slid my cock inside her, slowly moving forward until finally I was buried inside of her. It was a tight fit, and her gasp let me know that I was a big boy compared to some of the other men she’d had.

I gently rocked back, withdrawing half-way then back in again, working up a rhythm. God, she felt incredible. So tight, I knew I might not last so long. Every thrust in and out of felt like pushing it through a wet, velvety glove that gripped me as I moved back and forth. I started to throw it in harder and harder, and her moans got louder and louder. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me hard.” Never one to say no to a lady, I grasped her hips hard and upped the tempo, thrusting it deeper and deeper inside her incredibly tight pussy. I couldn’t hold back from moaning, the exquisite pressure on my cock threatening to push me over the edge. The bed beneath us was shaking, the headboard tapping against the wall with each thrust. She closed her eyes, a smile permanently etched on her face as I pleasured her over and over and over again.

As my balls slapped against her ass-cheeks, she moaned, “Mmmmm you’re a great fuck,” her nipples hard enough to cut glass as I reached under for a feel. “Yeah, fuck my pussy, just like that,” she continued to gasp. The dirty talk, one of my biggest turn-ons, had me fucking her even harder, if that was possible. My cock, now coated with her slippery love juices, was a blur now. “Fuck my pussy, oh yeahhhh….” She trailed off as she let out a loud moan. Fuck it, who cares if anyone heard.

Without warning, I pulled out of her, my cock bobbing in front of me, ridiculously hard. I grabbed her hips and flung her over onto her back roughly. Her eyes looked up at me in surprise as she lay back, and I widened her legs with my hips and thrust my cock back inside her without a second thought. The look on her face was pure lust as I took her and used her however I wanted to. I felt myself work deeper and deeper inside her as I reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning them up above her head, leaving her unable to move away; all she could do was wrap her legs around mine. I kissed and sucked at her neck as I resumed fucking her, and she cried out again. “Wow you’re an amazing fuck. Keep doing that, oh yeah…”

I built up my speed, faster and faster until the headboard was now banging hard against the wall. Neither of us cared as my cock filled her up, and our sliding movements against each other brought us both close to orgasm. “Oh fuck, oh yeah, uhhhhh….” I heard her moan, her breathing quickening. “I’m gonna cum,” she whispered in my ear. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck….” Her fingers tightened against mine, her nails digging into the flesh of my wrists as I felt her pussy tighten around me. She let out the loudest moan, or series of moans, and tensed up. I kept up the thrusting, wanting to give her the best orgasm ever. She shuddered against me, her head buried into my shoulder as she came over and over, each thrust bringing her off again and again.

The feeling of her pussy, as well as her loud moans of pleasure had me ready to cum too. As she came down from her high, I whispered, “I’m ready.”

She gasped, “Not inside me, Sean.” I released her wrists, her hands coming down to my shoulders and pushing me away as I gave her one, two, three last hard thrusts then pulled out, my hard dick already spasming as it exploded over her. A thick, long rope of hot cum splashed up her toned body onto her boobs, the rest coating her taut stomach. My whole body was shaking; man, I hadn’t come like that in a while.

It took us both a while to stop panting and come down from the heights of orgasm, but eventually I found myself relaxing, flopping down onto the bed beside Amy, my face buried into the bedsheet next to her head. After a minute of relaxation, I felt Amy turn over and place her hand on my back. I opened my eyes, and saw her smiling at me. No words needed to be said, the look on her face said it all. In the back of my mind the nagging thought was back; had we really just done this? Amy obviously wasn’t having the same thoughts, as she leaned over and gave me one last soft kiss: not as a cousin, but as a lover. She turned away from me and curled up, draping my arm over her like a blanket, and turned off the lamp light. I fell asleep where I lay, wondering what tomorrow would bring.