Expect the Unexpected – Chapter 1 – Part 3: Pitching a Tent

I leaned up and kissed her neck, hoping to spur on the incredible feelings in her body. “Hurry, Jen…!” I urged her, desperate for her to feel my love shake her entire body. “I’m getting close, too…” I warned her, reaching up to caress and squeeze her tender breasts again. My eighteen-year-old cousin gasped. When I brought my mouth down to kiss them, spinning my tongue in circles around her susceptible nipples, I tipped the scale. Jennifer clung onto me, her mouth hanging open in a suspenseful expression of pleasure and ecstasy.

She pushed hard against me, pushing my tingling rod deeply into her love channel. I felt it squeeze all around me, still burning with a lustful fire. Then, I couldn’t resist anymore. The feeling with Jennifer was simply too much. I climaxed. I let loose a few primitive grunts, enjoying the sensation wash over and pamper every cell in my body. My hands instinctively found Jennifer’s round bum, and I held her hard against me.

My muscles were clenching, and I felt whatever was left of my manly juice get launched into Jennifer’s vagina. My cousin’s body accepted my offering of love willingly, and I felt her gasp and tense up one last time before the emotions settled between us.

I laid back down on the mattress, touching Jennifer lightly with my hands. I couldn’t believe it. I’d made love to my beautiful cousin, the one I’d been lusting after and fantasized about for a few years now. We’d shared the precious moment together. It was an experience that I knew would draw us closer and into a secret, taboo love that we could share for many, many years together.

I opened my eyes to look at my illicit lover. Jennifer was biting both of her lips together in apprehension. I certainly hoped she didn’t regret this passionate encounter together.

“It felt too good,” she explained. “It felt too good for me to stop.” She looked at me, hoping for the deep understanding that I usually offered her. “That orgasm…it just felt too good…and now you cummed inside me…”

A broad smile crossed my face instead as I carried a secret that I hadn’t told any other member of my family yet, not even her. “Yeah…!” I cheered breathlessly. I could see her discontent. She was worried about getting pregnant. I shook my head at her. “Don’t worry. It’s ok.”

She laid down on my chest, then rolled off me, curling up beside me again as she had before our passionate encounter started. “How is it ok?” she demanded. “I’m not on the pill or anything.”

“No,” I acknowledged. “But I can’t get you pregnant.”

Surprise crossed her face as she looked up at me. “What?” she gasped. “Why not?”

I smiled warmly at her, stroking her hair tenderly. “Because,” I whispered tenderly as I stroked her hair, “I got a vasectomy before I left for my exchange.” Her jaw dropped. “That’s why.”

“Really? Why would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want to be leaving children all over Europe,” I reasoned matter-of-factly. “I knew there’d be a lot of girls to chase over there. I didn’t want to get them pregnant, so I took steps to prevent it.”

“But that means you can never have kids.”

“It’s semi-reversible, but, yeah, it’s highly unlikely if I just leave things the way they are,” I told her. “Better than having unwanted kids all over the continent over there – or having a kid with my beautiful cousin, as sexy as she is.”

Jennifer looked away bashfully. When she looked up again, I could tell she was blushing, even in the low light. “You’re sure?”

I nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah.” I put a long, lingering kiss on her cheek. “It’s perfectly fine, Jen. You won’t get pregnant from this.”

“Ok,” she sighed trustingly and cuddled up to me warmly.

I put my arms around my young cousin. She snuggled up more tightly, putting a hand on my chest. Her luscious breasts pushed up against me. She felt calm, but after what we had just shared, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel distressed or worried. “You don’t regret what we just did otherwise, do you?” I asked, wanting to clarify her feelings.

Jennifer’s free hand rubbed my chest, playing with my hair again. “No,” she whispered softly, kissing my shoulder. Her hand wandered down my body and found my limp male appendage. “As far as I’m concerned,” she giggled in the night, “we can do this whenever we like.” She lifted her head up and kissed me full and softly on the lips. I was only too happy to return the affectionate token. “I love you, Carter.”

I brushed her hair from her face. “I love you, too, Jennifer.”

My cousin smiled and laid back down. Before long we were both fast asleep.

Morning arrived way too early. The first thing I completely became aware of was a far-off voice I recognized as my aunt’s saying, “Go check to see if your sister and Carter are awake yet.”

“Ok, Mom.” It was Jennifer’s younger brother, another cousin, coming to check on us. Unfortunately, I wasn’t entirely conscious enough to understand what that might entail.

A few seconds later, terror gripped me as I heard someone walk up to the tent and start to unzip the door. Panic ensued, and I lunged for the zipper, pulling it back down. “We’re awake,” I told Jennifer’s brother, hoping he wouldn’t try to force his way in. The two of us being naked in a tent together, wrapped up in the same sleeping bag would be very difficult to explain away. “We’re just getting dressed,” I lied, willing him to be satisfied with the answer.

“Ok, I’ll let Mom know.” I heard him leave.

Jennifer had, of course, woken up from the commotion. We looked at each other gravely. “That was bloody close,” I commented.

“Yeah,” she gasped with a stunned expression. She searched around for her clothes.

I did the same, zipping apart the sleeping blankets. “This might be awkward if someone sees it,” I explained, separating the two.

“Yeah,” repeated Jennifer. As she pulled on a shirt, she looked at me. With a sultry twinkle in her eyes, she asked, “So…are we sleeping in here again tonight, Carter?”