Filthy Dirty Brother: A Forbidden Cousins Romance

by Ford, Mia

  I knew it right then. I was in love. There could be nothing more perfect than this. And it was becoming more and more obvious all the time that Kay felt exactly the same. We were two lonely souls who’d found each other and now that we had we were never going to let each other go, no matter how wrong other people tried to tell us we were.

  “Yes!” Kay said as she humped me harder and harder. She knew I was about to come.

  She looked me right in the eye and smiled.

  “Fuck your cousin! Fuck your cousin!”

  Those words took my lust to yet another level and I began humping up and down with every bit of strength I had in me.

  I was in love with my cousin. I was fucking my cousin. My beautiful… sweet…cousin.

  It was so wrong.

  And that made it perfect.

  I’d never come so hard, or so much in all my life before. It filled Kay to the brink and she was dripping out of me, my own cum rolling down my dick and falling back onto my stomach.

  And when she finally released her own climax, she somehow pulled even more cum out of my aching, tired, cock.

  Afterwards we held each other, both of us hot and sweaty, our wet skin cooling off quickly in the dropping temperatures. Soon, we nestled inside of a sleeping bag and held each other. This was where we’d rested all night.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Kay

  I woke just after dawn. The first rays of sunlight were beginning to make their way over the high, looming mountains. I was so warm, snuggled tightly in a large sleeping bag with Sam. It felt so good that I didn’t want to move, but Mother Nature had other ideas. I quickly became aware that I had to pee really badly. Sometimes sex does that to me.

  Without disturbing Sam, I shimmied out of the sleeping bag and quickly put on my panties and a large T-shirt, followed by a hoodie. It was way cooler this morning than I thought it would be. Even though I was about to pee I put on a pair of pants and my shoes. I was practically freezing now that I was out of the little love cocoon Sam and I had created.

  Wow, the sex last night had been beyond crazy. I was almost possessed with lust. At one point, I’d basically treated Sam a bit like he was my bitch, and I’d loved it. And the best part was that Sam seemed to like it as well. I was going to have to up the ante and see just how much weirdness he would take in the bedroom. Something told me that he was game for practically anything. And that was music to my ears.

  I walked behind the closest boulder, dropped my pants, and let it go. The pee was long, it was massive, and it felt amazing. I hadn’t realized how bad it was until the cold hit. Something about being cold when you had to pee always made it so much worse, or at least it did for me.

  I was just finishing up when I first heard it. At first it sounded like a car moving along the dirt road off in the distance. There was a crunching sound, following by a thumping noise. But as I stood up and pulled my pants back on, the sound was getting closer.

  It was then that I glanced to my right and saw the animal charging for me. It was about a hundred feet away, but it was coming fast and its sights were set on me. There was no doubt about that. I could hardly believe the animal that I saw running at me full speed. It looked like a giant, wild hog of some sort, with huge tusks, giant protruding teeth, and a large snout.

  “Shit!” I yelled.

  Before I knew what I was doing I was running at full speed past the boulder towards our camp where Sam was still sleeping. What in the hell was that thing?

  “Sam!” I yelled. “An animal!”

  Sam’s eyes were instantly wide open. He leapt out of the sleeping bag and ran to the car, his bare feet ignoring the thorny, rocky desert ground crunching beneath his skin.

  Where was he going? He was nude and he didn’t have the keys in his hands. Hadn’t he locked the car? I was sure he had.

  I ran after him hoping that the car might be open and I could hop inside of it away from this rampaging animal that was hell bent on destroying me.

  “Get in the car!” Sam yelled.

  I tried the passenger side door and miraculously it opened up. I quickly hopped in and closed the door behind me. Sam was not coming around to the driver’s side; he was going for the back hutch. What in the hell was he doing?

  Sam opened the hutch and quickly grabbed something.

  “What are you doing? Get in!” I yelled.

  Sam had other ideas.

  He strode away from the SUV as the animal entered the campsite and headed straight for him. It was the strangest thing I’d ever seen. Sam was standing there naked holding a rifle aiming it at the animal who was completely unfazed by it.

  Sam squeezed the trigger, a shot rang out, and the animal fell to the ground about ten feet in front of him. It did not move.

  I waited until Sam inspected it and gave me the clear sign.

  “What the hell is that?” I asked.

  “It’s called a javelina. They are native to these parts, usually travelling in packs. They don’t usually attack people unless you have a dog with you. This is a bit strange. But they are very dangerous and have been known to kill pets and even people.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you had a gun?” I asked.

  “You didn’t ask.”

  “Well, that would have been useful information,” I said.

  “Why?”

  I didn’t have an answer, but for whatever reason I was still upset that Sam had brought a gun without telling me.

  “Why did you have to shoot the animal? You could have hopped in the car the same as me,” I asked.

  “Because we need to pack up our stuff, and it was very possible that this thing would have others with it. They are pack animals. I’ve rarely seen one alone. It’s probably sick or confused. We aren’t their usual enemies or prey, so that would explain it.”

  We quickly packed up our stuff, got dressed, and headed off back down the road. Along the way we stopped at a fast food restaurant and ordered some breakfast with some fresh, hot coffee. It was delicious. As long as I could remember I had to start my day off with some fresh, hot coffee. I’m not myself without it.

  I was feeling a bit jittery from the near fatal animal attack and somehow the dose of caffeine the coffee provided helped me calm down a bit until I was somewhat normal. I tried to hide my fear from Sam; I didn’t want him to see me freaking out. I’ve always been the type of person that tries to keep their emotions to themselves. No one else really needs to know, nor do they really care how I’m feeling. I didn’t want Sam to think that I was somehow less of an adult by showing him exactly how scared I really was.

  But he knew anyway. It was uncanny, the way he could read me so well and instantly know how I was feeling.

  “It’s ok,” Sam said when we stopped at the fast food restaurant.

  “What? I’m fine,” I said playing it off.

  “I know you’re not,” Sam said. “If it’s any consolation, I’m still a bit shaken up, too.”

  “I’m not shaken up,” I said. “I’m just fine. The animal gave me a bit of a stir, but it is over now and I’m over it.”

  Sam smiled and shook his head. “I’m beginning to realize that you and I are more alike than I even thought.”

  “What? I don’t think we are that alike.”

  “Have you ever cried in front of anybody?” Sam asked.

  “What? I don’t know… I think…” I answered a bit mystified.

  “I haven’t either,” Sam said. “Even when I was a kid, I couldn’t allow myself to cry. On the rare occurrences when I was like seven and my father spanked me, I didn’t cry. I wouldn’t give him or anyone that satisfaction. Same thing when I’m scared or in pain. There is no reason for crying as far as I can tell. It just lets other people know where you are weak. But as time goes on, I have realized that it’s the wrong approach. There is no shame in having feelings. It’s called being human.”

  I nodded and sipped my coffee. Sam was right. I’d always had a big problem with that. There was just
this voice deep inside of me that was always yelling at me to stop. As far as I could remember, I’d always had a problem with being open and vulnerable.

  But maybe it was time for me to let go of that. Now, I had someone who was telling me it was alright to be vulnerable with them. I could let loose sometimes and just be the way I felt. It was nice, almost refreshing to know this. It was like a huge load had finally been lifted off me.

  I was ready for this next chapter of my life to begin. And I had someone with me every step of the way.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sam

  I swung the golf club smoothly through my arc trying not to use too much strength from my shoulders and instead just keep things nice and steady, so as not to overpower the ball or pull it right or left. The club connected with the ball and I watched my shot lift off the tee high into the air allowing the current to carry it almost two hundred yards where it landed close to the fairway. I was almost on the green and I knew I had a good shot at being ahead of par on this one for sure.

  I smiled and put my driver away before hoisting my bag over my shoulder and walking towards the green. My father was now following along behind me. I could feel his gaze boring holes into the back of my skull. The man hated to lose and so far on our monthly golf outing, I was kicking his ass all over the place. He was usually a decent golfer, but that day was not his day. I’d out played him on every single hole so far. And I loved every minute of it.

  I got my competitive streak from my father. When the two of us got together to compete, it hardly ever ended well. We almost always ended up in an argument of some sort. It would typically start out about the sport we were playing (usually golf) and then it would become personal, which is what it was really about anyway. I wasn’t sure why I even went on these golf excursions anymore. I’d never really liked the game that much and I certainly didn’t enjoy spending that much quality time with my dad, but somehow I felt an obligation as his son to at least make an effort. It might have been the same reason he kept trying.

  My dad and I have always been very different people. I was able to accept it but I knew he would never be happy until I was a spitting image, carbon copy of him. And it just wasn’t going to happen. He expected me to be Mr. Corporate Career Man already with a wife and some kids whom I never saw. That was what being a man in his world meant. He was of the old school and he would never understand anything else.

  I wondered how he would feel if he knew that his son was in love with his niece and regularly having amazing, wild sex with her. The look on his face would have been so priceless… I was so tempted to tell him, but I knew that it would destroy Kay. So for the time being, I was keeping my mouth shut.

  But things between us were getting even hotter. I loved her so much and I knew she loved me the same. Hell, I hadn’t even looked at another woman since that first night Kay and I were together.

  “Nice shot,” my father said.

  “Oh, thanks,” I replied. It was an odd thing for him to say about a minute after the shot had already happened, but I didn’t point out the obvious to him.

  “So, have you given any more thought to the offer?” Dad asked.

  I laughed. “Jesus, can’t we have one outing where you don’t try to recruit me? It’s been a month since you made that offer; let it go. I’m not interested. Just find someone else.”

  “It isn’t that type of job,” Dad said. “We are always looking for great people and more sales agents. That’s how a business grows. You fire those who aren’t working out and you continue to get better people to build the best team you can.”

  “Thanks for the tip,” I said. “But when is enough, enough? When are you going to quit work and just live your life?”

  My dad gave me a puzzled look. He was genuinely confused by the question.

  “What are you talking about? I am living my life. I love every second of what I do.”

  “So, real estate is a real passion of yours? How can something so boring be a passion?” I asked. “It’s not a passion; it’s a job.”

  “To me it’s fun. I love it. It gets my dick hard,” Dad said with a chuckle.

  He took another swig of his beer.

  My dad only said things like that when he’d had a few.

  “I’m working on other things,” I said.

  “Oh, yeah. How is the band doing?” Dad asked.

  I ignored the question. The band hadn’t had a gig in almost a month. I hadn’t really noticed as much because I was spending all of my free time with Kay, but it was true. The band’s little bit of momentum we’d built up was all but gone now. It was depressing when I thought about it. It was quite possible that my music dream was not going to happen after all. And I had no backup. There was nothing else I really wanted out of life.

  “Dad, can’t we just play the game?” I asked.

  “We are playing the game,” Dad said. “But I do enjoy our chats.”

  “Our chats? What is to enjoy? Our chats are mostly arguments.”

  “We bicker as fathers and sons do. That’s what families do. But I still enjoy the time we spend together, don’t you?” Dad asked.

  I thought about it for a moment.

  “You were never interested in spending time with me as a kid,” I said. “Now every time we are together it feels like you are just trying to recruit me for your company. This isn’t father/son time; it’s a business appointment, each and every time. I’m almost sick of it.”

  “You are sick of what? Sick of having a father who cares what happens to you? Are you sick of a father who doesn’t want to see you throw your whole life away?”

  I didn’t answer. I was getting so worked up. I just tried to go inside my mind and relax. I had to calm my body down. Fighting with my dad was useless; it never did add up too much.

  “I’m not throwing anything away,” said through gritted teeth.

  “Really? What if it wasn’t for me? What if I didn’t provide for you so that you didn’t have to worry about money? Have you ever thought about that? If I weren’t rich, then what would you do?”

  I didn’t have an answer. Truthfully, I had thought about it, but it was a lifestyle I’d chosen to live and personally, I’d always felt that this was my dad’s way of apologizing for not being around when I was a kid. He gave me ten grand a month to live on. I didn’t even use much more than half of it. It afforded me the freedom to do what I wanted all the time and work on what was important to me. As much as I wanted to tell my dad to shove it, I knew that I would be cooked if I didn’t have that money coming in. So, I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth closed. It was rough to swallow my pride sometimes, but at least I had my dignity by not giving in and getting some soul crushing job.

  “Seriously?” Dad said. “You have to do something productive with your life.”

  “Why does it matter? You don’t even miss the money you give me,” I said.

  Dad rolled his eyes. He knew I was right.

  “That’s not the point,” Dad said. “The point is that you need to become a productive member of society and you need to do it for yourself. You will feel better about yourself.”

  I laughed. “I don’t feel bad about myself. If you’d actually spent time with me when I was a kid, then you would actually know a thing or two about me.”

  “You’re right,” Dad said. “I was a lousy father. I probably still am, but I was building a business. You never went without anything and you still don’t. I guess that is how I have always shown my love.”

  We finally came to where my dad’s ball was located just off the green going into the rough. He still had a ways to go to get to the green.

  Dad grabbed his seven iron and lined up his shot. I watched as he made a terrific shot and moves very close to sinking the shot into the hole. I shook my head in wonder. Maybe he was going to have a great game after all.

  Dad grabbed his stuff and we headed on down the fairway towards where my own ball was located.

  “I just hate to see
you wasting your natural born gifts,” Dad said.

  “What gifts?” I asked.

  “You are a natural born salesman,” Dad replied. “You have charm, looks, charisma—I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but you could be huge in the real estate market. You just have to want it; you have to believe it.”

  “I don’t want it,” I said. “I don’t believe it.”

  Dad shook his head and sipped his beer.

  We came to my ball. I grabbed the nine iron and set up my shot. I was so agitated that I had to refocus my shot three times, but I finally got the ball up close to the hole where I could put it in on the next shot.

  Dad and I went about the game and barely spoke much more after that. It was a welcome relief. Some of his words were getting to me. He was making me feel a bit like a bum, which I knew I was, but somehow I’d convinced myself that I was better than that. I did work; I had my music and whether or not anyone wanted to believe it, that was hard work.

  And no matter what, I was determined to let it take me to the next level. Nothing was going to stand in my way.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kay

  I pushed myself back from the toilet bowl, reached up, and flushed it before letting the lid slam shut. The gallon or so of vomit that I’d just spewed out of my mouth was not something I ever wanted to look at again. Just thinking about it made me want to puke even more, if that was even possible. I was fairly certain I’d barfed up the contents of my stomach for the last three days. I had nothing left. I was empty.

  I tore a wad of toilet paper off the roll and wiped my mouth with it before tossing it in the waste basket when I made my way to the sink. I turned on the faucet and cupped my hands under it. When I had some water, I cupped it into my mouth and rinsed vigorously before spitting the contents into the sink.