by Ford, Mia
“Oh, that is good…”I purred.
Suddenly, an impulse came over me. I knew I shouldn’t have done it, but I had to go for it in that moment.
I moved as close to Kay as I could, then I gently tilted her head moving her face towards mine, and without hesitation I kissed her softly on the lips.
Immediately, Kay came to her senses and moved away from me. She turned around and I could tell she was freaked out. This had gone way farther then she’d meant it to. Dammit. Why did I do that?
“Whoa…” Kay said.
“What?” I asked, pretending that I didn’t notice anything.
“What do you mean? You kissed me!”
“It just felt right,” I said. My instinct was to apologize, but then again I wasn’t sorry. I felt something and I made my feelings known.
“This just got really weird…” Kay said.
“Nah, it didn’t feel weird to me. Why did it feel weird to you?” I asked.
Kay didn’t answer for a moment.
“I…I don’t know… it just went too…I don’t know… um, sexual… for me. I mean, you are my cousin. You just kissed me on the lips!”
“Ok,” I said. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to. I don’t feel weird at all. It was just a kiss.”
Kay didn’t answer. She stood there a moment not saying anything. She was completely stunned by my nonchalance. I realized I needed to diffuse the situation.
“There isn’t any reason to feel weird,” I said. “It’s just dancing. It’s just playing. It’s just a kiss. It’s not real.”
“What are you talking about? This isn’t right. We can’t kiss each other like that. Why do you think this is ok?” Kay asked.
I tried not to laugh.
“People have married their cousins. I mean we are related, but we aren’t that related. We are fairly far removed; don’t you think?”
“I…I… don’t know… This isn’t right. I just feel weird about it. We should never do that again.”
“Why? Didn’t it feel good?” I asked trying not to laugh.
“Um…yeah… but that’s not the point.”
“You seemed to want it. You leaned in and you gave in to it. I thought the feeling was pretty mutual.”
Kay shook her head and put her palm to her forehead.
“I know, but I guess I just got caught up in the moment and forgot what I was doing,” Kay said.
“So did I,” I said. “I guess we are both perverts,” I said with a large grin and a roll of the eyes to make it cheesy.
Kay nodded and after a moment cracked a smile.
“You OK?” I asked.
“Um, yeah…” Kay replied. “I’m fine.”
But I could tell she was still weirded out. She was trying to rationalize it in her head.
I sat down on the couch and changed the channel. After a few minutes Kay joined me. We didn’t speak much the rest of the evening, just watched old In Living Color reruns and laughed.
But the tension between us was there.
And it made me happy.
Chapter Seven
Kay
What the hell had just happened?
I couldn’t believe I’d allowed that dance to go that far. Hell, my cousin, Sam had actually kissed me right on the mouth. What in the hell did I think I was doing? I kept replaying it over in my mind. I was feeling the music, the vibe, the rhythm of the beat, and Sam felt so good against me. His body was hard, lithe, and he was so seductive. For a moment I really did forget who he was and that we were cousins. It was like I had been transported to a nightclub and some sexy man was grinding up on me, making me feel things I haven’t felt for a long time. And then his lips were on mine. Soft lips, sweet lips… Sam’s lips… my cousin. No!
I’d pushed away from him quickly at that point. I couldn’t believe I’d let things get that out of hand. How did I lose touch with myself like that?
The remainder of the evening was so awkward, at least for me. I couldn’t tell how Sam felt. He seemed normal and chill as always. I was starting to wonder if he ever got upset or worried about anything. I didn’t think so. It was starting to dawn on me that Sam was one of the most naturally confident and stress free people I’d ever met. That was a big part of his allure. It made him so charismatic and charming.
If he hadn’t been my cousin, I would have wanted him badly.
As it turned out he was my cousin.
(And I still wanted him).
What? What the hell was I thinking? My heart was in my throat the rest of the night. I felt this intense fear and guilt, as if I’d done something really wrong, but I felt even guiltier of the fact that deep down I did want Sam. I lusted for him. I hardly knew him so it felt like we weren’t even related, but we were. That was the bottom line. We were related by blood. He was my cousin and though he was saying some valid points I couldn’t shake off the dirty guilt I felt about it.
After we watched television for a few hours and I failed to put this all out of my mind, I took a hot shower (remembering to lock the door this time) and then I laid in bed and read for a bit before falling asleep.
As I fell asleep my mind would not stop racing. What was going on here? I felt like ever since I arrived at Sam’s, I’d been fighting this lustful urge and it was starting to overtake me. It was so wrong. But that was kind of what made it so hot. The fact that it was taboo and that our families would probably disown us if they ever found out, not to mention what our friends, the people at my new job I was starting tomorrow, and not to mention society—they would all think ill of us if they ever knew.
I had to keep this lust buried deeply inside. I could never act on it.
This was my last thought before I fell into slumber.
* * *
I couldn’t believe that this was happening. My whole body was a furnace of raging lust and I was about to have all of my dreams and desires come true. Everything I’d been feeling—the guilt, the shame, the lust, the pain, and the sexual fury—all of it was about to come to a head and it was going to be fantastic.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” Sam said.
I was lying on my bed naked, my legs spread wide apart and I was fingering my wet pussy. My fingers were slipping in and out of my wet slit so easily. I was so hot, so ready for him. I just wanted Sam’s huge cock to slide into me and make me whole. I wanted him to fill me up with every ounce of his hot seed. We would be one together. And nothing else mattered in the world. It was our world now. We played by our own rules and that was all that meant anything. I’d been dreaming of this for so long and now it was time.
“Give it to me… I need it…” I said. My fingers were furiously moving in and out of my pussy now, flickering over the clit, but being very careful not to give it too much sensation. I had to save myself for Sam.
Sam was standing to the side of the bed now. His large, thick cock was protruding from his hand as he smacked it repeatedly against the palm of his hand. The sound echoed in the quiet room. His dick looked almost magical. It had the key to open up doors to feelings and realms of love and imagination that I had only dreamt of so far. I knew that this was going to be the best sexual experience of my life so far.
I licked my lips, letting my tongue glide seductively back and forth across, leaving traces of wetness and making my lips glisten beautifully.
“Open up,” Sam said.
I barely had time to open my mouth before Sam slid all of it into my mouth. He started from the side but slowly began to angle behind me until he was leaning over me gliding his large cock between my lips and pushing it into my throat. I’d never sucked anyone this way before, but I loved it instantly. The loss of control, the fact that he was standing over me and using his hips to guide it in an out of my mouth, and the way it pressed against my throat shoving my larynx down farther was all so new and exciting.
I was getting so wet now. I furiously continued to slide my fingers in and out of my wet box.
“That’s it…” Sam
said. “Oh, suck that dick, baby.”
His encouraging words made me want to please him even more. I opened my mouth wider still and tried to suck it even harder. He was so big, and delicious. I loved his scent. I had been thinking of nothing but getting a sweet mouthful of his amazing elixir spurting from his gorgeous cock. And now it was going to happen.
But as badly as I wanted to taste him, I wanted to feel him in my pussy even more.
Sam was climbing on top of me now. At first I wasn’t sure what he was doing until I felt his mouth on my pussy.
I almost cried out “Shit!” but was mindful that I had a mouthful of Sam, but I still moaned softly as his sweet, glorious tongue began to caress my wet, sopping slit.
Sam buried his face in me. He was really giving it as good as he was getting. His warm, long, wet tongue glided in and out of me repeatedly almost as quickly and as strongly as his fingers, but stopping ever so often to give attention to my clit, which he licked and sucked, sometimes softly and sometimes hard. I loved it when he sucked my tight, fully engorged clit hard. It was so sensitive and it felt utterly perfect in his mouth, as if it had been purposely designed for him.
Sam was still humping in and out of my mouth, pushing hard against the back of my throat. My jaw was getting tired and my throat muscles were beginning to tighten up, but I didn’t dare stop. No, I wanted as much as I could possibly take and I was willing to push myself to the limits. I had to.
“Oh, you’re so wet,” Sam said. “I want that pussy, right now… I’m going to give it the pounding it deserves.”
Suddenly, Sam’s body weight shifted and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. My saliva dripped off it messily, but somehow it turned me on to see his tool covered in my spit.
And now it was about to be shoved into my sweet, tight, ready pussy.
Sam moved in between my legs. I spread my legs wider and moved them up to give the right angle for Sam. He smiled and fingered me for a few moments, testing the waters and covering his fingers in my sexual fluids. He sucked my pussy juice off his fingers and licked them clean.
“Delicious,” he said.
Then without a moment’s hesitation, Sam moved between my legs coming closer to my body and entered me slowly.
“Ah…” I gasped.
My whole body braced for the impact. It was a snug fit and Sam was cautious with me. I had never even had a dildo as big as him before and I was not used to it. I often wondered if there was a limit to what I could accept inside of me and I believed that Sam might have found that limit. But I wanted to push past that and just let it happen.
“You OK?” Sam asked softly.
“Yeah, do it,” I said.
I braced myself as Sam slowly pushed himself all the way in. My body expanded and tightened itself around his cock. It was almost like an electric shock to my whole body. I thought my heart might stop for a moment, but I kept going. My fingers clutched tightly to Sam’s as he leaned upright and continued to push his large member in and out of me.
“Shit! Oh, pound me!” I begged. I had never been so turned on. My body had never come close to the amount of pleasure that was bordering on total bliss. I’d never done psychedelic drugs but I imagined that a high like this had to be pretty comparable to the same effects.
It wasn’t just my body, but my mind, too. My whole realm of consciousness felt like it had been hijacked and moved to somewhere else in the universe where there was nothing but intense, beautiful feelings. And I wanted to stay there forever. I never wanted this pleasure to stop.
But I knew it would stop eventually. And it would climax. It would reach a pinnacle. And the pinnacle frightened me. But I had to know what it was. I had to experience that just once, even if that was the best I would ever feel in my entire life and it was all downhill after that—I had to taste that rush.
Sam’s hands reached down then to grab a handful of my huge breasts. His hands were firm and strong. I loved how his long, nimble fingers wrapped around the entire breast as it overflowed his palm. My nipples pressed hard against the rugged edges of his skin. For a musician he had surprisingly hard hands, and very well used fingers. He just knew how to touch a woman. I felt like I was being made love to and not just fucked. I don’t think I’d ever had this before and like certain drugs, I knew I was addicted to his touch right from the onset.
“I’m coming!” Sam groaned.
I could feel his cock getting even harder. I expected it to explode any moment and that was basically what it did. Sam’s hot, juice blasted into my tight waiting pussy as my body reeled with the feeling of my own impending orgasm.
Sam was rocking back and forth inside of me as fast as any rabbit I’d ever seen, which vibrated my entire body. I tried to hold on to him, but I was almost bouncing off his ejaculating, writhing cock.
And then it hit.
My whole body shook with the tremendous force of a thousand atomic bombs going off inside of me. I could practically see stars dominating my vision surrounded by a beautiful dark, black sky. I felt nothing but total bliss in every facet of my being.
I wasn’t sure how long it took before my body started to calm down and my mind began to come back down to earth. But I relished every second of the high.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever know it again, but I couldn’t wait to find out.
* * *
I awoke to the sound of my alarm.
My whole mind was in a panic and my body was covered in sweat, even though I could feel the cool air conditioning cranking through the vents above me. It took me several minutes to regain focus of where I was and what was really happening.
I was sitting upright in bed with my phone alarm going off repeatedly telling me it was time to get ready for my new job. And I was alone. I was in my room by myself. Sam was not there. He hadn’t been there. It was all a dream.
Just a dream… but my God, what a dream. Everything had been so vivid. I remembered it all, everything right down to the very last detail. And most of all, I remembered the pleasure. I wished to hell that I was able to feel every single bit of what happened in that dream for real.
But with Sam? Did I really want that with Sam? He was my cousin. My God, I’d had a vivid, intense, sexual dream about my own cousin. That had to be wrong on so many levels even if it wasn’t real. I felt sick. I felt dirty.
But when I stopped to look beneath it, I wanted it to happen. I really wanted to be in that moment with him.
What in the hell was happening to me?
I tried to put it out of my head and start my morning. Today was a big day and I had to make a great first impression the first day on my new job. It was finally here, everything I’d always worked for. And I was beyond excited.
As I got dressed I kept thinking about the dream. I couldn’t put it out of my mind. Thinking about it felt so good. It turned me on to just entertain the notion that Sam and I could really do this thing. Would it happen? Could it happen? Did I really want it to?
My body felt hot with a mixture of emotions. The stress of it all was really starting to get to me, combined with the pressures of starting the new job. I needed to focus and put it all out of my mind or else I felt like I might have a nervous breakdown now.
I tried to breathe deeply and just concentrate on getting dressed.
After I finished, I checked myself out in the mirror. Perfect. I was very business classy, with just the right amount of sex appeal to be noticed, but still staying proper, and still looking like I was a force to be reckoned with. It was just the look I was going for.
Now I just had to face Sam this morning, if he was even awake. I prayed he wasn’t.
Couldn’t I just slip out of the apartment without having to face the kiss of last night. God forbid if he ever found out the true effect that kiss had on me.
As I stepped out of my bedroom and walked down the hall I knew that the dream was more than just some silly dream.
It was a predictor of future events.
Was I ready t
o accept it?
Chapter Eight
Sam
I poured a cup of coffee for both Kay and myself and sat down to eat the pancakes I’d whipped up. I was starting to enjoy this cooking breakfast thing; it was nice to get up earlier and get going with a hearty meal, plus it was far easier than I’d ever thought it could be. Maybe I’d found my new thing.
I’d waited until I heard Kay moving about in her room before I started so that the timing wouldn’t be an issue. To my surprise, I’d awoken at a quarter to six. I had actually gone to bed fairly early and had fallen asleep watching Netflix on my laptop. It was becoming a new thing. I’d meant to just work on a new song but instead, I decided to be lazy.
Plus, I couldn’t stop thinking about that amazing kiss. Oh, damn… it felt so good. Kay’s lips were like the most addictive substance that had ever touched my lips and I couldn’t wait to taste her again. I was starting to feel like this had become about much more than a sexy challenge to myself. No, I really thought I might have found the perfect woman, as crazy as that sounded. I mean, did I really think that even if Kay did jump on board this thing, that it could have a long term effect? We could never have a real, open relationship. In today’s culture, it was not considered remotely acceptable, if it ever had been. I remember celebrities like Jerry Lee Lewis and maybe a few others back in the fifties who had married their first cousins and even then, it was scandalous. Now it was considered taboo and massively perverted.
But that’s what made it so hot.
I’d always been attracted to the wrong thing, the abnormal. It was so much hotter than playing by the rules.
“Hey,” Kay said coming into the kitchen. She seemed surprised that I’d gone out of my way to fix another nice breakfast.
“Hey, there,” I said. “Today is the big day. I figured you could use a great meal to get you going.”
“Well, thanks,” Kay said. “It smells delicious. I’m getting used to this,” she said.