Waking the next morning, Amy’s smile had me smiling as soon as I was wide awake, sharing a soft kiss before we cuddled for a little while, not needing to fill the silence with conversation. We could sit together for an hour and not share a word, simply happy to be in the company of the other. We finally roused ourselves as hunger needed to be sated, returning to the room to get changed before we headed out for a day of sightseeing.
We didn’t return to the room until the early evening to shower and change for a night out. Amy wanted something intimate and romantic for our first night out as an official couple. We knew people would find out eventually so agreed immediately that we wouldn’t hide the fact we were together from now on. People would either accept and be happy, or not accept it and they’d be cut out of our lives.
Though we did work on a budget, we had more than enough money to splurge on ourselves occasionally, whether it be a few nights in a really nice hotel, taking part in an activity that cost more than usual, or we’d treat ourselves to a really nice meal at a fancy restaurant.
After a three-course meal that left both of us feeling rather stuffed, we agreed to visit a sidreria or two as we wanted to enjoy another tipple. We didn’t drink as much as the night before, Amy wanting to return to our room nice and early as she wanted to make love.
“Sit on the bed,” she told me once the door was closed and locked, “Take off your clothes first.”
Sitting back naked, I knew what she wanted to do though had me smiling when she performed a little striptease for me first before straddling my lap in just her panties. “They’re totally fucking soaked, Mark,” she confessed, “Though I’ve had wet panties in your presence for as long as I can remember. You’ve always turned me on.”
“As much as I’m sure you’ve felt me poking you all the time.”
“I definitely felt it and I loved the feeling.”
Falling to her knees, Amy explained that she’d read everything she could about giving a blowjob, but when it came to actually doing it, she was a little worried that she’d mess up. Caressing her cheek earned another of those wonderful smiles, assuring her that just the fact she was willing to try meant the world to me. Letting her know I was probably going to cum regardless, she met my eyes and said the words every man likes to hear.
“Cum in my mouth and I’ll swallow.”
I nearly came on her face from the sheer excitement of the idea. What she didn’t have in technique just yet, the one word to describe Amy once my cock was in her mouth would be enthusiastic. In fact, I’d add the word desperate in that she was so eager to make me cum, her mouth and hand working in unison. I didn’t last too long before I was warning her, Amy squealing when I came in her mouth, hearing her gulp a couple of times before she did choke, only pulling back far enough that only the head of my cock was in her mouth.
I had to return the favour, so once she was happy with what she’d done for me, I helped her up and laid her back on the bed, spread her legs nice and wide, licking my lips at the pretty little pussy on display, glistening with her own excitement, before I lowered my mouth and just devoured her.
When we did eventually make love, she was so exhausted that she whimpered into my ear that she just wanted to feel me cum inside her one time before needing to go to sleep. I obliged her willingly, filling her up before I pulled out and we cuddled for a little while before going to sleep.
Packing up the next day, Amy stopped for a moment and looked at me. “Our lives changed here, Mark,” she stated, “Who would have thought that it would be in Oviedo of all places that we’d finally admit our love and make love for the first time.”
“Totally worth it,” I stated, gently pulling her into my chest as she wrapped her arms around me, “I think we might have to come back here in a year’s time for our anniversary.”
“I love that idea… You’ll remember the date?”
“I remember all the important dates for us, Amy. The first time we kissed, for example.”
She glanced away though I knew she was blushing. “I remember that too,” she said softly.
For the next couple of weeks, we mixed travelling, sightseeing and lovemaking. She loved Santiago de Compostela, we absolutely adored Portugal though we only had brief stops in Porto and Lisbon before returning to Spain. We did travel down to Seville and Granada before returning north to Madrid and then our final stop of Barcelona.
That’s where we met all our friends. During our last night in Madrid, we discussed our options for meeting our friends in Barcelona. Would we hide our new relationship, or would we simply act like the loving couple we’d been since leaving Oviedo and deal with the consequences? Amy grew upset during our discussion, clutching me tightly as she didn’t cry. She admitted to feeling a little sad.
“Our love should be accepted,” she whispered, “It’s not weird loving your cousin!”
“I agree, but our friends might not understand.”
“Who’s more important? Our relationship or our friends?”
“Amy, I shouldn’t have to answer that, but I will, simply to make you smile. You have been, still are, and always will be the most important person to me in the world.”
“I want to tell them,” she told me, “And they can either accept it or we cut them out of our lives. Even Cindy if necessary. I love her like a sister, but if she can’t accept this…”
We’d agreed to share a dorm room in Barcelona with all our friends as we’d be together for three nights before we would leave with Mike and Cindy to travel to southern France before we’d arrive in Italy. After checking in and meeting up with our friends, as we were the last to arrive, we were eager to find something to eat and enjoy more than one jug of sangria.
We held hands the entire time, nothing suspicious about that as we always held hands. But Amy was a very affectionate girlfriend, and having spent the past two weeks falling in love even further, making love every morning and night, and living our lives freely as a couple, when she snuggled into me and started to kiss my cheek and whisper very rude suggestions in my ear, I turned to face her and suggested that she was going to find herself naked and spanked if she wasn’t careful.
“As long as they get a big dick inside me once you’re done spanking me,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine, “Though I’m not sure what our friends will think when you make me climax so hard that I’m screaming.”
There was silence before Mike burst into laughter. “Pay up, Brad. I told you they were going to finally get together!”
Cindy was up and out of her seat, hugging Amy tightly. “Oh my god! Oh my god! It’s about time, Amy!” she exclaimed.
“You’re really not weirded out?”
There was more than one snort before everyone around the table laughed. Mike met my eyes and grinned as Brad handed him a folded fifty-buck note. Australian dollars, not Euros. “Look, guys. We know you’re cousins, but quite frankly, we’ve all thought you should have got together the day you hit eighteen, Amy. You’ve been in love for so long, you were meant to be together.”
Amy burst into tears. Happy tears as she hugged Cindy tightly, quickly joined by her two other female friends. My male friends were polite enough not to ask questions about what we’d been up to though I guess the smiles on our faces when we met them suggested we’d been intimate often enough since we’d been traveling by ourselves.
The girls wanted details. Not of our sex life but how and why we finally admitted our feelings and quite obviously made love. We explained that it was in Oviedo of all places, that we’d been growing closer and closer since leaving Paris. I admitted to being tempted in Bilbao to finally just bite the bullet, but I was worried I’d scare her off. Amy looked at me before leaving a soft kiss on her lips.
“Well, now you know better. I’d have been in your bed so quick and bouncing on your cock…” She paused and blushed before laughing to herself, resting her head against my chest. “And I’ve got to remember that our friends are now here, and I can’t just blurt stuff like that out.”
“So the sex is good?” Cindy wondered. I’d learned long ago that women talked about sex just as much as men. In fact, I was convinced men just asked simple questions. Women would go into details.
“Better than good,” Amy replied, holding my hand, “All I know is that we’re meant to be together.”
We stayed out until the early morning before returning to our hostel. It was the first night since Oviedo that we didn’t have sex though Amy did climb up onto my top bunk as quickly as possible so we could snuggle together. Mike eventually broke the silence.
“If you two need to make love…”
“Shut up, Mike,” I stated, “Just go to sleep.”
His laughter echoed in the empty room along with everyone else eventually enjoying a good chuckle. “Happy for you guys,” he stated, “Just try not to be so sickeningly sweet together that we need to dump your arses along the way.”
We both loved Barcelona though had arrived knowing the reputation that locals were growing increasingly tired of the throngs of tourists who descended upon the city. We almost understood how they felt given the city just felt overcrowded. Sure, we were eight of thousands and thousands though we knew one real point of anger was the prevalence of homes being turned into holiday apartments, such as Airbnb’s. Local people were being priced out of the market.
Four of us left Barcelona on the train as we headed north into France, our intended destination being Nice though we would break up the trip at least once or twice. We kept things cheap by continuing to share rooms in a hostel, and after not having sex for three nights in Barcelona, we gave into temptation our first night in Marseille, Amy climbing up onto my top bunk and then onto my cock as Cindy did the same thing with Mike.
“Make me cum,” Cindy murmured, “I need to feel you cum in me too.”
“Cindy, I think…”
“Mike, you’d better fuck me as I’m not listening to Amy orgasm without getting one of my own.”
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