Finally the big night of my grandparents’ anniversary arrived and they had reserved a banquet hall that the resort had available specifically for that purpose. It turned out to be a wonderful evening filled with music and laughter, and since family were the only ones present, no one thought it odd when Tiffany and I danced together. At the end of the night, after taking several photos of the entire family, we all wandered off to our beds.
The next morning my grandfather announced the activity he had planned for our final night at the resort, and that turned out to be a day long trip to six flags! Needless to say we were all very excited as we piled into our cars and headed for the massive amusement park. My memories of what I did there are a little fuzzy but I know I rode every roller coaster I could find even tried my hand at some of the carnival games I saw, but I’m fairly certain those games were rigged because even after several dollars and attempts I failed to win anything. As the day was winding to an end I was beginning to feel very good about the entire trip, despite my indiscretions towards Tiffany. Naturally that’s when fate decided to intervene against me.
Just as everyone was thinking that it was about time to head back to the hotel, Tiffany spoke up and said that she really wanted to ride the big ferris wheel that six flags had. When her parents broke down and said she could she told them that she didn’t want to go by herself. Sarah was tired and didn’t want to go with her, and ditto for the rest of the children that were there. Tiffany turned to me directly and asked me to come with her and naturally my parents agreed for me. Great. Just what I needed. Several minutes alone with the one person I was desperately trying to avoid.
In the face of her pleading gaze I reluctantly agreed and walked over to the ride with her and got in. The ferris wheel was a big one, and instead of having benches for you to sit on it had the completely enclosed cars that could seat up to four people. Once we got in and sat down, though, I noticed an almost immediate change come over Tiffany. It was almost as if, in the blink of an eye, she had traded personalities with her sister. Where before she had been very outspoken and full of life and youthful energy, now she was acting very shy and quiet. I could tell that she wanted to talk about something and was trying to work up the nerve.
Afraid of what she might have to say, I decided not to make it easy on her and sat there silently, looking out the window. The ride went on, and still she hadn’t said anything, and I began to think that I might be able to get out of this with no harm done. Then, for the second time that evening, fate conspired against me. We came around to the top of the ferris wheel and the ride paused to begin letting people out. as it started to move again there was a terrible, loud grinding noise and the ride shuddered to a stop. Tiffany screamed and began crying out of sheer fright and a few seconds later a voice came over a nearby loudspeaker, announcing that the ferris wheel had stripped a gear and to remain calm while they fixed the problem. Feeling sorry for Tiffany, who was still terrified, I moved over to her side of the car and pulled her close, whispering nonsense to her until she had calmed down.
As I slid away from her I could tell that she still wanted to talk about something, and since it didn’t seem like we would be going anywhere for a while, I finally decided to just get it over with.
“Are you okay, Tiff? You’ve been acting weird since we got on this ride.”
She looked at me for a few seconds before finally responding, “Yeah, I’m okay, but there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Crap. I knew it. I decided that playing dumb was probably my best option so I said, “Oh? What would that be?”
Tiffany, looking directly into my eyes, said, “I’ve noticed what you’ve been doing, Josh.”
My heart rate kicked into overdrive and I’m pretty sure I began visibly sweating bullets. The jig was up. I was pretty sure that Tiffany now hated me and worse, if she told anyone I would probably be disowned by the rest of the family, but, stubbornly sticking to my defense of ignorance, I said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, Josh,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I’ve seen you sneaking glances at me when you thought I wasn’t looking, and all those times you copped a feel while we were wrestling. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t notice?”
There was no point in playing dumb any longer. She obviously had me pegged, so I switched to plan B. Begging for forgiveness.
“Well, I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t. God, Tiff, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I’m just a sick freak I guess, and if you never want to speak to me again that’s fine. As soon as we get off the ferris wheel I will leave you alone and you’ll never hear from me again. I promise.”
Tiffany started laughing about half way through my bumbling apology, “Josh! It’s okay! I’m not mad!”
“You’re not?”
“No! I mean come on. If I had a problem with what you were doing I would have stopped you. Truth is, I enjoyed all the attention you were giving me.”
“Oh…well then…uh…” Brilliant master of the witty retort. That’s me.
Tiffany chuckled, obviously enjoying how flustered I was getting.
‘Honestly, Josh, when I got out of the car and saw how hot you’ve gotten I had to resist the urge to start making out with you right there.”
“Yeah, but Tiff, we’re cousins. This is wrong. We shouldn’t even be thinking about things like this.”
Her expression grew more somber and she looked down, saying, “I know, and believe me I’ve tried to stop thinking about you that way, but for some reason I just can’t.”
“I know. Me too. So what do we do about this?”
“Well. Tomorrow I will be going back to Arizona and you will be going back to Virginia and after that we can pretend like none of this ever happened, but for now I say we just roll with it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, hesitantly.
“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.” she said, and with that she slid across the bench until we were almost touching, tentatively reached out and pulled my face towards hers, and kissed me right on the lips.
The kiss was slow and hesitant at first. She merely closed her mouth and pressed her lips to mine, but that one little peck set my nerves on fire, and though my mind was rebelling at the idea of kissing my innocent little cousin, my body went into autopilot, and my hands went to her waist. pulling her closer so I could kiss her more forcefully. She responded in kind by snaking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth, deepening the kiss. After a moment I felt her delicate little tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. I gladly let it in, meeting it with mine and began massaging her tongue. Tiffany let out a breathy moan and pulled me even tighter, pushing her breasts up against my chest. My cock had gotten hard the second her lips touched mine but now it grew so hard it was physically painful. I lowered one hand down to her thigh and began squeezing and my other hand slowly made its way upwards until I was cupping her soft breast. She made no move to stop me so I took that as an encouragement and began kneading and squeezing her breast and occasionally pinching her nipple, which had grown hard from arousal. She let out another soft moan and through my other hand I felt her begin squeezing her thighs together, obviously trying to resist the urge to touch herself.
Unable to resist the urge any longer I picked her up with both hands and set her down so that she was straddling my lap, the v of her crotch nestled perfectly on the ridge of my erection. I wrapped both my arms around her back and held her tight against me as she began rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her clit on my cock through the barrier created by our pants. The feeling was driving me crazy, and I could tell it was doing the same for her because she increased her tempo and began letting out low moans with every exhale. I began bucking my hips with her, matching her rhythm, and was rewarded with the knowledge that she was getting close because she picked up the pace even more and her moans became more frequent and louder. When her orgasm finally washed over her she was practically screaming and the instant she came she sucked in a huge breath and I felt her entire body lock up against me and start trembling. After a few seconds she let out her held breath in a long low moan that sent me over the edge and into my own intense orgasm.
When they finally got the ferris wheel fixed so we could exit the ride we were still laying there, wrapped in each other’s arms, trying to catch our breath. Tiffany gave me one last quick kiss on the mouth and moved over to the opposite bench so no one would guess that we had done anything, and as we exited the ride I looked down to make sure my shirt was long enough to cover the large wet spot in my jeans. Luckily it was and we left six flags with our family, acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
As I settled into bed for the night, as it had on many other occasions, the guilt and shame of what I had just done washed over me, and I did something that I hadn’t done in a long, long time. I cried myself to sleep.
The next morning the entire Abbot clan met up for one last breakfast as a family and then everyone began making their long drives home. Tiffany and I mutually avoided each other except for a quick, awkward hug goodbye, and before log she and her family were driving back to Arizona and I was in the car with my parents this time heading back to their home in Missouri for a few days before I had to catch a flight back to Virginia. Tiffany and I never told anyone about what we did in the ferris wheel, and though she sent me a few emails I deleted them without reading the contents because I was ashamed of what transpired.
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