Once our friends joined us after they’d landed and made it safely to our hostel, we spent the night living it up as it was the first time the eight of us had been together in a few months. We were all quite buzzed by the time we made it back to our hostel, and I guess Mike and Cindy forgot they had company as they were fucking within ten minutes of the light going out. They were doing their best to be quiet, but when Cindy whispered for his big cock, Amy couldn’t help bursting into giggles.
“Fuck it,” Natalie whispered, “Brad, I really need that big dick of yours right now. Get down and fill me up, honey.”
When Rachel suggested to Steve that she wanted the same thing, that left Amy and me alone in our beds. That was until I heard the stairs creak and a warm body against me. Snuggling against me, she whispered, “While they’re busy fucking, you can cuddle your cousin.”
“Just hurry and cum, you lot,” I stated, much to the amusement of the women being fucked. Good thing I’d read that such things could be rather common when travelling around. As long as I didn’t have to see it, I guess we were on holiday…
“No group sex,” Amy stated to my amusement.
Spooning against me, that’s when she felt my erection, my hand resting on her tummy as I felt her shuffle against me. She didn’t say anything though I felt her shudder as my fingers gently caressed her skin once my hand was under her tight t-shirt. “Goodnight, Mark,” she said softly.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
There were some embarrassed faces the next morning. The three girls could barely look me in the eye while even the guys looked a little shamefaced. “Look, we’d all had a bit to drink, and I guess we got carried away,” Mike finally said.
“I really didn’t care,” Amy replied, “Just don’t make it a habit.”
Paris was full of wonderful sights. Amy wasn’t shy in holding my hand the entire time as we visited all the hotspots though it’s fair to say that she absolutely loved the Louvre. We spent a couple of hours barely scratching the surface of what was available to see there. She was interested in going to the Moulin Rouge, disappointed to hear tickets usually sold out weeks in advance.
Versailles was magnificent and we thoroughly enjoyed our time there, Amy making sure she took a million photos like she’d done the previous day. For our third day, we relaxed as we took in a few of the sights that we’d missed on our first day before agreeing on where we’d go next.
“We’re heading to Blois because we can stop there for a night then go to Chateau de Chambord. From there, we’ll head to Bordeaux and then into Spain,” Amy explained to our friends. Mike and Cindy were joining us as far as Bilbao before they headed straight down to the south coast of Spain and across to Ibiza as they wanted to test the big clubs before we’d meet in Barcelona in a couple of weeks.
Going to Ibiza didn’t interest me at all as I wasn’t interested in the music, and Amy just didn’t enjoy the scene at all.
We only spent a day in Bordeaux before crossing the border into Bilbao where we planned on spending at least a couple of days. She absolutely loved Bilbao and in particular the Guggenheim. I’ll be honest, I don’t get art, particularly modern art. At least paintings can be viewed and even someone as thick as me can somewhat get the point. But all this modern art? No idea.
Not sure Amy got it either though she happily listened to the guide. I happily followed her around as she was smiling, gasping at the occasional exhibit, and to be honest, my heart was almost bursting at just seeing how happy she was in visiting one place I knew she’d had her heart set on for so long.
We’d booked a cheap twin hotel room in Bilbao, having stayed in a hostel in Bordeaux, sharing a room with a couple of other travellers there. Having our own room in Bilbao for the first time had us smiling nervously at each other. We were thousands of miles from home, none of our friends were around, and no-one knew who we were otherwise.
Though we’d saved plenty of money and saved nearly every pound we’d made in London while there, we were still travelling somewhat frugally. After getting ready for bed that night, having spent our first night in separate beds, I was lying back in the darkness when I heard the rustling of sheets before mine were lifted away, and a warm body was pressed against mine. And as I felt skin, I rolled onto my side, almost relieved that she was still wearing panties and a bra.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she whispered.
“Should have just booked a double…”
“Didn’t think about it at the time. I’ll change our room for Oviedo, so we get a double.”
“Can you handle this?”
“I don’t know.” When she hugged me tightly and I felt her starting to shake, I hadn’t meant to upset her. “We’re still so close, Mark, but for over three years it feels like something is missing…”
I knew what she meant. Before we’d been warned off by our parents, it felt like we were almost destined to be together for the rest of our lives. Hugging her to my body, she relaxed against me as my fingers caressed the soft skin of her back. Feeling her fall asleep against me, I kissed her forehead as she murmured something in her sleep.
Sleep for me didn’t arrive quickly as I was as hard as I’d ever been and there was that voice in my head almost shouting at me to finally tell her how I really felt about her. That we were in Europe, and it was perhaps the perfect time for us to be together. Waking in the morning, she must have been awake before me as I felt soft lips on mine, and opening my eyes to see her gorgeous blue eyes gazing at me. Running my fingers through her long hair, the smile broadened as she shuffled closer.
“Pamplona today,” she told me, “No running of the bulls or anything but it’s meant to be a fantastic city.”
“I’ve put my trust in your judgement regarding most of our trips.”
“You’re not bored?”
“I’d never be bored when I’m with you.”
That earned a kiss that lasted for a few seconds before she pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against mine. “We should get up and downstairs for breakfast. At least it’s part of the price for the room,” she suggested.
The easiest and cheapest way to get to Pamplona was by bus. Only took a couple of hours, dumping us just on the edge of the city centre. Amy wisely grabbed a map and, after taking my hand as always, led the way. She eventually handed me the map and asked me to direct us to all the main sights so she could take photos, and as usual, we ended up in numerous selfies with a famous landmark behind us. She’d started leaving a kiss on my cheek in more photos since arriving in Paris, and the first time I turned and kissed her as the photo was taken, I smiled at the colour in her cheeks.
Pamplona was probably completely nuts during the bull run festival (only learning afterwards it was called the San Fermin Festival) but was rather quiet when we were there. A few tourists were about but it was a lovely place to just wander the streets, and take in some beautiful sights. We stayed long enough to enjoy dinner though we’d learned in Bilbao that the best thing to do was find a bar, enjoy a drink or two and eat ‘pintxos’ – this was the Basque version of tapas. Not free but very cheap and filling once you’ve enjoyed a few.
Returning to Bilbao by the time it was dark, Amy wanted to enjoy a night out as people were out until all hours. We found ourselves in a bar until the early morning hours, chatting away between ourselves though once locals heard our accents, they were more than willing to try their English with us. It was that sort of night where we made friends for an evening, and we’d never see them again though they’d remain in the memory for the rest of our lives.
Returning to our bedroom, we both showered quickly before heading to bed, Amy not even feigning going to lie on her own bed as she lifted my sheets and slid into bed next to me. Spooning against me, I held her in my arms as she relaxed back against my chest.
“I miss this,” she whispered, “Even when we were kids, we’d always cuddle together. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, Mark.” She rolled over and surprised me by clutching me tightly as she seemed about ready to burst into tears. “It’s not fair,” she added.
“What’s not fair?”
“If you weren’t my cousin, we’d already be married. I know that much.”
Kissing her forehead, she positioned herself, so her head was under my chin. Given she was quite a few inches shorter than me when we were standing, it made sense for her to sleep like that. “I sometimes wonder what would have happened had we ignored what they said,” I whispered back.
“Do you think anyone would have understood?”
“Mike and Cindy, maybe. I mean, he’s my best friend of the same sex, and Cindy is yours.”
“She’s almost like a sister, we’re so close. Nothing like my relationship with you though.”
“You didn’t spend a couple of years making out with her?”
That made her head move back to meet my eyes. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Amy… I hate the thought of you kissing anyone else except me.” I didn’t mean it to sound so hard. I was just being honest. It made her cry, I immediately felt guilty, holding her tightly as I felt her arms holding me in return. “Sorry,” I said softly into her ear.
Things were a little quiet the next day though that was only because Amy kept smiling shyly in my direction. I guess what I’d said told her exactly how I felt about her without saying it in so many words. Our next stop of our journey was Oviedo, choosing to go by bus which was far quicker than a train. Arriving on the northern outskirts of the city around midday, we walked towards our hotel in the city centre as the weather was cool and pleasant.
Amy had booked a hotel in the city centre. It wasn’t cheap though with us paying half each, it was well within any sort of daily budget. After checking in and dumping our things on the double bed, smiling to myself as Amy told me that’s exactly what she was going to do, there was the usual visit to the tourist office to grab a map and some information. When it came to something to drink, we were told to visit a sidreria.
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