Kissing Cousins Pt. 00 – Prequel

They finished the game, but he grew feisty and began to wrestle with her a little. Shortly they began to tussle, her legs kicking up at him as he grabbed at her ankles. He finally caught one, and her leg flexed in a kicking motion, but he had her foot under his control and did not allow it to connect. He let it free, but then caught it again when she thought she had an opportunity that she did not truly have. They kept on like this, him mostly gaining the upper hand, eventually pinning her wild kicking leg down at an angle that she was flexible enough to keep. He glimpsed the traces of pubic hair on her inner thigh poking out of her shorts as her legs were spread. He no longer knew how to control his lustful thoughts. He went to angle his knee into her upended rear end in an attempt to gain further control with his hips. But instead his crotch ended up squarely between her legs, and she felt something hard pressing against her rear end.

She looked down and the smile on her face slowly disappeared and transformed into shock. “Leon, stop,” she pleaded as she squirmed to get away from him. She ended up turned around somehow, and felt his pelvis thrust and smack into her rear end. She looked back at him in horror as she felt another thrust followed up by another in between short pauses. He seemed to be deliberately faking now the battle she had already mostly given up. But he continued intermittent thrusting, and began to grab at her breasts as she squirmed. Suddenly he halted to a complete stop.

He got up, and she noticed a wet stain on his pants.

She looked up at him with disgust. “It’s time for you to leave,” she insisted.

He suddenly realized his mistake and the consequences to come.

She had lost all respect for him, now that he had used her like his own personal sex object. Rather than the fun cousin she knew, Najaf would no longer offer late-night video game sessions, or invitations to private birthday parties, or even the least bit of coordination for hanging out. He’d passed a real limit with her. She hadn’t even noticed the hungry stares that would’ve forewarned her of his most taboo desire.

They wouldn’t talk again for three months, until one day…

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“Can I get a ride?” he asked.

“I guess. But I need to stop by my place so I can change first.”

He agreed, but once they had arrived she gave him a sharp warning as he sat on the couch. “But don’t be trying to watch me.”

Ah, so she did remember. I guess she’s onto me. Play it cool. He told himself.

“Why would I try to watch you?” he challenged.

“Are you serious?” she shot back. “Last time you saw my panties I caught you with a damn erection.”

Just the thought of it stirred his loins once more, but he challenged her instead. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh quit playing around. You know what I’m referring to. I mean, what’s so sexy about these anyways? It’s just underwear.” She then pulled down her leggings and stood back up straight, showing him a blue panty that stretched impossibly tight around her camel toe. She spun around quickly before he replied.

“Ain’t nobody trying to watch you like that,” he shot at her.

“Oh? Then what’s that?” she pointed accusingly at his now bulging crotch.

He looked down and tried to suppress a grin. “It’s not even like that. You don’t even have an ass.” He sat up and reached a long arm around to slap her behind.

She felt a shiver travel through her spine, but was composed for the next question. “Then what’s causing it?”

His honesty finally burst forth. “You mentioned that you shave your snatch. I was just curious what it looked like.”

“That’s it? Doesn’t everybody do this? It’s more about hygiene than anything.” She pulled her panty to the side and exposed skin.

He watched in awe as her panty pulled against her smooth outer lips, and she pulled against the skin to show the pink inside also.

“Yeah, it’s just that there’d be no friction, and I was wondering what it’d feel like.”

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. “So you just wanna get this out of your system? And then we can join up with everyone like normal?”

He nodded, and she pulled his hand between her legs, his fingers warm on her blushing sex. He rubbed her and attempted to stick a finger in her, but she wasn’t ready. “I bet you have a death grip with that thing.”

She pushed his hand away. “I don’t know. Can I see yours?”

He started to pull down his loose shorts, and she pulled at the fabric near his bulging member. Her eyes flashed wide as it sprung out of his shorts. He gripped it in one hand and stroked a few times, leaving it hard.

“That’s probably too much for friction.”

“Then spit on it first.”

She raised one eyebrow before hocking a loogie, then stroking his cock with her hand, wet with her own saliva.

“That’s better. Now slide it in.”

She obliged and pressed it against her opening, one knee keeping her suspended just above him.

He pulled her close to him with a hand on her ass and she mounted him with the other leg. As her own weight slid her down his warm shaft, she felt him plunge even further.

Eventually she puzzled out some sort of rhythm with him and began sliding herself up and down. As she got wetter, he let her take over completely.

He felt himself ready to burst inside of her, but held back as she began to enjoy it, now plunging him into her with movements up and down his engorged tool. He gripped her waist as she sped up more.

She was letting herself go. Her head was flung back passionately. She pulled out a breast from under her shirt and fed him.

It’s enormous! The soft flesh melted in his mouth, and he sucked her in as far as he could.