Incest Aldult erotic stories – Love Around the World 15: Oviedo by UltimateSin,
A/N – I visited Oviedo once during a European trip I took a few years back. An interesting little city, I only stopped there as it was a good place to break up the journey from Bilbao in the Basque region of the country to the Galician region of north-western Spain. There was enough to see in Oviedo to fill up a day of sightseeing, and if you are after a drink, you just have to try a sidra (cider). How the drink is poured is an event in itself.
I’ll admit that deciding on the category for this story was difficult. I’d just written a ‘Romance’ for Nepal and simply couldn’t get anything started regarding that category. I already have ideas for ‘Mature’ for later stories and didn’t want to write another one. Same with ‘Transgender’ in that I have plenty of ideas for the future. Didn’t want to write anything same-sex for this collection of stories. In the end, I figured my stories in this category are usually popular enough and an idea quickly formed in my head about how it might work.
Any sex scenes involved characters that are 18+.
Previous stories in this series:
Love Around the World – Andorra (Mature)
Love Around the World – Bangkok, Thailand (Interracial)
Love Around the World – Colombia (Transgender)
Love Around the World – Dresden, Germany (Romance)
Love Around the World – Estonia (Group Sex)
Love Around the World – France (Anal)
Love Around the World – Guangzhou, China (Interracial)
Love Around the World – Hungary (Incest)
Love Around the World – India (Interracial)
Love Around the World – Japan (Mature)
Love Around the World – København, Denmark (Transgender)
Love Around the World – London, England (Transgender)
Love Around the World – Montenegro (Mature)
Love Around the World – Nepal (Romance)
Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.
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Cousins on holiday finally admit their feelings for each other.
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Amy was my cousin. She was also my best friend. And she was also the woman I’d been in love with for as long as I could remember. My mother had a sister, my father was an only child. I was the first born of the new generation though Amy was born only a couple of months after I was. For as long as I can remember, we were two peas in a pod.
My mother and her mother seemed to go out of their way to ensure we were almost as close as siblings. My aunt lived only a couple of streets away, so we went to the same daycare before we were at the same schools, both primary and then high school.
When we were youngsters, we had a sleepover nearly every weekend. Yes, she was a girl, and I was a boy, but while she did have the typical girly interests, it’s fair to say she was a bit of a tomboy. Not from how she looked considering her gorgeous brunette hair and sparkling blue eyes, always looking a little bigger behind the frames of her glasses. She refused to wear contacts. When she was younger, her cheeks and nose had faint freckles that faded as she got older.
Things only changed when we hit puberty and our bodies started to change. Sleepovers might have continued but not in the same sort of atmosphere. Sleeping together as little kids is perfectly innocent, our parents ensuring we were tuckered out by around 8pm so we’d just go straight to sleep. Once you hit a certain age, with hormones no doubt raging, cousins or not, things might get out of hand, so Amy might sleep over, but she was confined to a spare room for an evening.
Didn’t stop her from occasionally sneaking into my bedroom to cuddle with me because we genuinely enjoyed just sleeping in the same bed.
Amy did end up being my first proper kiss. We were hanging out at my place after high school one afternoon like we did nearly every day. I’d go to hers sometimes or she’d come to mine. We were sitting back on the couch, studying for an upcoming test, when she turned to me and asked, “Mark, have you kissed a girl yet?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“You don’t really mention girlfriends or anything. I mean, I know we share some friends…”
“Not like you mention boyfriends.”
That made her laugh. “Have you seen the standard of boys at our school? Jeez, I’d rather be a lesbian than date any of them.” I immediately had thoughts that made her shove me. “Typical guy. I’m not a lesbian, Mark.”
“Modern age and all, Amy. I’d accept you no matter what.”
She fell silent for a couple of minutes though didn’t miss her chewing her bottom lip. “Mark… I want you to be my first kiss. You’re my best friend, my cousin, and I love you to bits.”
“I love you too, Amy.”
“I know,” she said softly, “That’s why I want you to be my first kiss. Is that weird or…”
“I wouldn’t exactly go telling everyone because some people are bound to not understand our relationship.”
Putting everything on the table, we turned to face each other, and we immediately started to giggle, not because it was awkward, but because we knew the theory. Putting it into practice is something else. Leaning into each other, the first meeting of lips just felt right. It took a few goes before we figured out certain things, and when I pulled her closer and the kiss increased in passion, I had a feeling she knew it was right at the same time.
That was our first kiss, and it wasn’t our last. We kept the fact we were kissing cousins private from our friends though I had a feeling our family had it figured out rather quickly. Whenever we were together, we couldn’t help being affectionate, and making out in my bedroom or hers was always fraught with risk.
We were eventually caught by her mother during our last year in high school. We’d arrived back and were in her bedroom, any idea of studying ended when we laid on her bed and started making out. Completely losing track of time, we only stopped when we heard a cleared throat, the pair of us slowly pulling away from each other, looking at the doorway where her mother was smiling at us.
“Come sit in the living room with me,” she stated, “You’re not in any trouble.”
I loved Auntie Caroline to bits. I loved Amy to bits and had always had the hots for my auntie. Hell, Caroline was a slightly younger version of my mother, and I’ll freely admit to having dirty thoughts about my auntie. I had a younger sister, but she was five years younger. Still a kid and I treated her like one.
Sitting next to Amy on the couch, I smiled when she took my hand. We couldn’t do things like holding hands at school and were always careful when out and about on a weekend as we simply didn’t want to be the subject of gossip.
“Kids,” she stated, still calling us that despite we were both seventeen and would be eighteen before Christmas, “Mark, I’ll start with you. Your mother isn’t oblivious to your feelings for each other. I’ve never been blind to how you are with Mark, Amy. But I’m going to be honest with you right now. While your mother and I accept the fact you have feelings, your being involved with each other is fraught with difficulties. Very few will understand the fact you want to be together…”
“Mum, we’re just kissing,” Amy stated.
“We’re aware of all the dangers. We’ve already talked about it. We’ll eventually find partners, but for the moment, we’re happy to just be with each other like this,” I stated.
“I know neither of you has dated anyone else though. The fact you two are so close is preventing you from meeting someone else.” She took a deep breath. “Look, neither your mother, Mark, nor me is going to stop you from doing anything together because we know if we were to do that, you’d just do it in secret, and it would cause a schism in the family. We don’t want that. We do want you to be careful, and we would prefer you to start dating other people if possible. The drama you’ll face by wanting to be together…”
“Okay, Mum,” Amy stated with a sigh, “Okay, Mark and I will talk about it.”
“I’m trying to treat you like the adults you nearly are by not ordering or demanding you do anything. I’m asking you to both think seriously about the consequences of what could possibly happen in the future.”
Getting together a couple of days later, we talked seriously about our relationship. Amy was crying within a matter of minutes as we agreed that perhaps it was better that we cooled things between us. What mattered most was the fact we would always be cousins and best friends. She hated the thought of me dating other girls. I certainly didn’t like the thought of her being with another guy. But my mother had sat us both down and echoed the thoughts of Aunt Caroline. Though they left the decision to us, and I honestly don’t think they would have stepped in, we also understood their concerns and fears.
For the rest of our last year at high school, we spent the same amount of time together though went out of our way to make sure we always had a few other friends. I’m sure that raised suspicions as to why considering we’d gone out of our way to be alone as often as possible before.
Graduating high school led to three years at university. For the first time, we attended different places, taking on board the advice we’d been given. I know we both left high school as virgins, agreeing that we would not discuss our sex lives with each other. To be honest, all that time spent with Amy had helped my self-confidence so hitting it off with girls I’d never met at university wasn’t too troublesome.
I would have preferred Amy as my first, but it wasn’t going to happen. I lost my virginity two weeks after starting university. I guess it shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that the girl I ended up dating for a year shared numerous similarities to my cousin. The two rarely met so Christine, the girl I was dating, never had a reason to be concerned. The only reason we split up was that she met another guy during the summer break. At least she didn’t cheat on me, calling me up and admitting she felt that spark.
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