Cousins Are Perfect For Sex

It was the Friday before Thanksgiving my freshman year of college and I was looking forward to having nine whole days without class. However, my plans came crashing down when I found out I would be required to attend my boring family reunion at grandma and grandpa’s for Thanksgiving.

Worse yet my BFF and roommate Hayden told me my parents had called and they were too cheap to even buy me a plane ticket. Instead their plan was for my older cousin Darrel to give me a ride on his ways from his school to our grandparents. That meant that three days and two nights would be wasted driving there, and another three days and two nights driving back. Not to mention that like any grandparents’ home, it would be boring.

I turned to Hayden for solace. “This is awful! My whole Thanksgiving vacation is ruined!”

Just as I’d hoped, Hayden had all the answers. Although I could never have imagined what her answer would be. “Don’t cry Michelle. Six days will be spent with your cousin. What’s he like?”

“Oh, he’s such a geek. He’s 23 but he’s still into comics and ‘Star Trek.’ I’m sure he’ll talk my head off about how Picard is better than Kirk. The best I can hope for is to try and fall asleep in the car.”

“No no silly. I mean what does he look like? Is he cute? Is he well hung?” Hayden’s dirty mind at work again.

“How would I know?” I asked shocked.

“Well maybe when you were little you took baths together or something?”

“No such luck, Miss Mind In The Gutter! Looks wise I guess he’s average. Not fat or anything. If you want to have a quicky with him when he comes here to pick me up I’m sure he’ll comply. He’s such a nerd I’m sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend.” I answered.

“No, not for me. For you. Is he cute enough for you?” she persisted. At this point I still had no idea what she could be thinking.

“Hayden? What is that filthy mind of yours up to now?”

“Well, if you’re stuck with your cousin for six whole days you might as well make the best of it. Cousins make the ideal sex partners.”

“Oh goodness Hayden, have you?”

“Of course! Even with one of my married uncles. Don’t you see. Cousins are like the best. You already know each other so you don’t have to waste time buying each other drinks and asking, ‘So what’s your sign?’ He can’t tell anyone and spread rumors to hurt you like guys here at school can. And, there’s no fear of commitment. You both know it can’t last and you’ll both have to go back to your old lives. All you have to do is make yourself available for sex. No man turns down free sex. He doesn’t even have to buy you dinner.” she encouraged.

“No man turns down free sex, but from his own cousin? I’m sure he’ll object.” I said.

“There’s no law against marrying your cousin, and there’s nothing prohibiting it in the Bible. But it is true that he may refuse simply from being such a gentleman. That’s why we’re going to make it impossible for him to refuse.” And with that, Hayden put her sinful plan into action. Operation: Seduce My Own Cousin.

When Darrel arrived he was dressed in a shirt and tie as usual. Hayden had vacated as not to distract him.

He knocked on the door and I answered, “Come in.”

“Hey Michelle. Ready to…” He was immediately cut off by the sight of me bending over wearing nothing more than a G string and a very open bikini style bra. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were changing! I’ll come back!” He immediately turned around and started to leave.

I couldn’t let him escape. I jumped up and literally dragged him back into the room by his arm. “Don’t be silly Darrel. I just need your help with my bags.” I hugged him and I kissed him on the cheek saying, “Oh Darrel you look so handsome in a tie.”

As he quickly tried to pull away from my flirtatious embrace I took hold of his arms. “Oh my. You’re so strong. Have you been working out?” I said all of this in a too sexy girlish voice while at the same time twirling my long golden hair and jumping up and down on my toes to make my 34DD breasts bounce as much as possible.

Poor Darrel almost had a heart attack and he looked away quickly. “No… I mean… yeah… I mean… Let’s just go.”

Hayden had warned me he’d try and escape the situation. But we’d fully prepared an elaborate trap for my cousin.

“Sure. Can you just get that bag for me right there?” I pointed to the one underneath my desk.

This forced my cousin to bend over and reach for it. At the same time right next to him I bent over and stuck my G string fanny right in his face. Unfortunately I couldn’t see his reaction but I imagined he looked away.

“Thanks, big guy. You are strong. Now can you fill it up with everything in the top dresser drawer?” Again I said all of this in an overly flirtatious voice while twirling my hair and bouncing my boobs as much as possible.

As my cousin opened the top drawer he jumped back about two feet. “Umm ummm. I think you better get these.” Of course I was my panty drawer.

“Oh no. I forget to pack my bras.” I opened the lowest drawer giving me another opportunity to bend at the waist. “Let’s see. All my bras are mixed together with my roommate’s. Come here Darrel and pick out the double D ones. Those are mine.” I asked.

Of course he refused. “Ummm… can we just go now?” He sounded frustrated. Of course if he’d just let me I’d be happy to relieve his frustration.

“Sure, we can go. Just get that last bag underneath the bed.”

Again, I’d strategically placed another bag way underneath my bed, forcing him to get down on his hands and knees to retrieve it. At the same time I bent over to get something and strategically placed my boobs right in this face. My cousin just looked away saying nothing.

Then we both noticed a strong vibrating sound coming from the bag he was holding. His eyes bulged! His imagination was now tickled.

“Oh that’s my vibrating cell phone. I must have left it on. Can you turn it off for me?” I asked.

My cousin seemed relieved. Eager to leave, he quickly dove into the bag which was also filled with panties to turn off the vibrating device.

At the same time I too innocently picked up my cell phone from my dresser. “Oh my. My cell phone is right here. So what could possibly be vibrating in that bag?”

“Oh nothing! Nothing!” he answered nervously.

Even though it was winter I dressed in only a plaid school girl skirt, white formal blouse, and flip flops.

My poor cousin felt very embarrassed as we left my dorm. He carried both bags while I hung on his arm like a love drunk school girl. The way everyone looked at us they assumed he was my boyfriend.

Fortunately my cousin owned a big black BMW sedan. As he put my bags in the trunk I hopped into the back seat.

“What are you doing back there?” he asked.

“Well isn’t your girlfriend going to ride up front?” Again, I was saying all of this in a very flirtatious voice while twirling my hair.

“What? I don’t have a girlfriend.” he said defensively.

“Oh go on. A big handsome guy like you doesn’t have girlfriend?”

“No seriously I don’t.”

“Did you just break up?” I asked sympathetically.

“No.” he said annoyed and wanting to drop the subject.

As we drove off and headed for the highway I pointed at a passing gas station. “Oh oh! Stop stop! It’s an emergency!”

“Why? What is it?”

“I’m all out of batteries. I need batteries. Lots of batteries. Please stop at the gas station so your cousin can buy batteries.”

Annoyed he stopped and I ran inside. When I returned I showed him all the batteries I bought. “A single girl can never have too many batteries.” I said dangling them in front of him.

Now, very annoyed he said nothing.

I had to get him feeling better mentally. “So big guy, tell me about ‘Star Trek.'”

Now he was excited. His demeanor changed instantly. “Well Captain Picard…”

I cut him off. “Isn’t it true that there’s a race called the Ferengi?”

“Oh yeah.” he said eager that I knew something about ‘Star Trek.’

“And isn’t it true that on their planet girls aren’t allowed to wear any clothing? In fact if a girl wears clothes even in doors it’s considered just as offensive and illegal as any if a naked girl walked down Main Street naked?”

“Well now that you mention it, yes.”

“Oh my. I sure wish I lived there. Not having to wear any clothes sounds dreamy. Would you like to see me there?”

“You bet! I mean… ummm. No no. The women there are treated badly like Saudi Arabia.” he said.

“That’s so manly of you. You’d treat a girl right. So I guess the best planet would be one where girls didn’t have to wear clothes but men attended to their girls’ needs.”

He didn’t answer.

Now I unbuttoned my blouse and flipped off my flip flops stretching my bare feet across the dash board right in front of him. “Oh my. I get so stuffy in cars.”

“Here, let me turn on the air conditioning.” Even though it was winter he turned on the air conditioning.

“Oh my. It’s so cold. My feet are freezing. Can you massage them and warm them up?” and I swung my feet even more in front of him.

“Well I better turn on the heat.”

“No. It’s too stuffy. Here let me rest my feet in your lap. That will warm them up.” And I turned sideways and placed my feet right in his lap. It also gave me the opportunity to open my legs so whenever he looked at me he’d have to see right up my skirt to my G string.

“Hey no. I’ll get into an accident.” As he looked over at me to say this, his face turned bright red as he came face to face with my G string.

I retracted my legs and took off one of my earrings. I held it in my left hand and reached over him saying, “Look at that billboard.” and dropped it right in his lap.

“Oh my. I dropped my earing.” Now I reached over into his crotch and pretended to search for the earring. Of course that wasn’t what I was looking for but I pretended to fumble around for it moving my warm curious hand everywhere.

“Oh my. I still can’t find it. Where I could it be?” I said as I now stuck my face right in his lap. My long golden hair pressing against his arms.

“Hey stop that! We’re going to get into an accident!”

I left my head there for several minutes bobbing up and down. I must have also been putting on a real show for the people driving by.

As expected my search confirmed that he was hard as a rock by now. I blushed, flattered.

After I sat back he pulled over at the first gas station. “I have to use the bathroom.” he said firmly.

My cousin pulled his coat over his bulging erection which was springing up in his pants and he headed straight for the men’s room. I had the poor boy so hard there was no need for him to stop inside and buy a porno mag first.

When he returned he had a smile ear to ear and was very relaxed.

“Do you mind if I at least lock arms with you so you can warm me up?” I asked.

“That’s a great idea.” Now after the release of his frustration he put up no resistance to snuggling up with me. Men often like to cuddle after ejaculating.

A few hours later it was night and we drove through a small highway town looking for a cheap but respectable motel. Before my cousin could find one, I spotted a romantic bed and breakfast. You know, the kind for couples with a romantic but clean atmosphere. The name ‘Lover’s Lodge’ said it all.

“Ooowwee that one right there! Let’s stay at that one there! It looks nice!” I said pointing.

“No way. That’s not for us. That’s a honeymoon bed and breakfast.”

“Yeah I know. But it’s nicer than Motel 6. Please? Pretty please? I’ll pay the difference.” I begged.

“Well OK.” he relented.

Romantic music was playing in the lobby and just as we’d left my dorm I hung onto his arm like a drunken school girl. It made it difficult for him to utter the basic words. “Umm ummm. We’d like a… ummm… I mean… I’d like a… I mean…”

“We’d like a room.” I said to the concierge.

“Of course.” he answered.

“One with two beds!” chimed in Darrel.

The concierge looked confused but tried to hide it. “I’m not sure we have any rooms with two beds available sir. Vera?” he called to a secretary. “Do we have any rooms with two beds?”

“Hummm.” She looked at the guest book. “Just one. It’s a deluxe suite. Is that alright?”

“Sure. I’ll pay the difference.” I answered too quickly for Darrel to claim we couldn’t afford it and would have to find someplace else.

“Very good. Would you please sign in?” and the concierge handed us the guest book.

I wrote in our names. Darrel and Michelle McAvoy.

Reminded that we were family and had the same last name Darrel nervously explained to the concierge, “We’re not married… I mean we’re family… I mean…” His face was bright red when he realized his statement had made things even more embarrassing.

“None of my business sir.” said the concierge.

The room did have two beds but not the way a motel does. This deluxe suite had one very large king sized bed and one bed in a separate room. Presumably for a family with a child.

I threw off my flip flops and started jumping up and down on the bed like a child. Each jump lifted my skirt revealing my G string. “Oh wow Darrel. This bed is fantastic. It’ll be so much fun. It’s just what I wanted. Thank you for not going to Motel 6.” Again I was saying all of this in a very flirtatious and girlish voice.

I was getting what I wanted but I couldn’t resist twirling my hair and asking the bell boy flirtatiously, “Are the walls here thick? I don’t want to bother the other guests here with any noise.”

The young man looked at me eyeingly. “Oh yeah. The walls here are sound proof. Why one time we found a guy handcuffed to… Well that’s another story.”

As my cousin tipped him I saw him give Darrel a big thumbs up.

Poor Darrel still looked glum. “Here, you can have the big bed and I’ll sleep in the other room.”

“OK.” I answered timidly. I had to dial things down a notch and get him to feel comfortable. I’d already shown him enough of my assets to get him interested. “But the TV’s out here. Don’t you want to watch ‘Star Trek’ and relax before bed?”

“Well, yeah.” he answered.

He turned on the TV and I sat on the edge of the bed next him.

I considered all the clichés of slipping into his bed later that night claiming I couldn’t sleep, or doing yoga while he watched but then I realized no matter what he wasn’t going to make a move until I put it to him bluntly.

I rested my hands on his thighs and looked up at him with longing puppy dog eyes and my cleavage bursting out of my tight blouse.

My cousin looked down at me lovingly. And I could see in his big blue eyes the worst pain imaginable. He was being driven in two different directions. His body wanted one thing but his mind was denying it.

“Darrel?” I said softly. “You could have that other bed and stroke yourself to sleep tonight. But I’d much rather have you here in this bed with me. There’s no reason for both of us to be lonely.”

My cousin’s eyes were still filled with pain. “I know what you’re doing. You’ve been doing it since we first met. You’ve been teasing me. This is all part of some sick sorority prank. Well I don’t think it’s funny. It’s not funny to play with someone’s emotions. Especially when it’s family. Someone you’re supposed to care about. Now we’re leaving this place right now and going to Motel 6 and getting two SEPARATE rooms.”

My warm hand stroked his face. “I’m not joking. I’m not making fun of you at all. I only did those crazy things so you could see my body and see what I can do for you. I wanted you to stop thinking of me as just your cousin and start thinking of me as someone you want to have sex with.

“Just imagine all the fun we can have together. Sleeping in the same bed during our trip. Making love every night and every morning. And when you want oral sex just let me know. I want to keep you satisfied. Isn’t that what you want? Don’t you want free sex with a busty blonde all the time?”

The pain in his tearing eyes had fallen but was still there. “Michelle, even if I wanted to we can’t. We’re cousins.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It may be taboo but cousins can marry and have children. No law or religion prohibits it.”

His nerdy mind used the opportunity to play devil’s advocate. “Oh yes there is. In most states it’s illegal and Leviticus says…”

“No, Leviticus doesn’t say anything about cousins. And all states have to recognize the marriages of other states. It’s called the, ‘full faith and credit clause.’ You still feel bad because your organ gets hard when you look at me. But that’s something we should both be happy about.”

I could sense his heart softening more and more and another organ hardening more and more. He still needed some convincing.

“Well maybe.” he conceded. “But why me? You’re so gorgeous you could have any guy you wanted. But you’re stuck here with your own cousin?”

Now I started to undress him. Unzipping his trousers and pulling off his socks. “I can have any man I want. And I do want my own cousin. You’re such a loving and caring person. As my family you can’t do anything that will hurt me. And we know each other better than two strangers could every know each other.

“When people date casually, seriously, or just sexually, they put on an act and try to lie and impress the other person by pretending to be someone else. Family can’t do that. We’ve known each other since childhood. That makes you the perfect lover for me.”

With his clothes off I laid him down on the bed and disrobed.

“But all of this family talk isn’t why you’re scared Darrel. You’re scared because you don’t think you’re a skilled lover. You think I’ll be disappointed by your performance.

“That’s just it Darrel. You and I don’t have to put on performances like we were making a movie. We want to build sexual intimacy. We want there to be no secrets between our bodies just like there are no secrets between our minds.

“I can see you’re still very very nervous. So I’ll take charge. You just follow my lead OK? I know your penis is very very lonely and I know just how to change that.”

My cousin nodded obediently like a child. I slipped off his briefs and lay on top of him opening my mouth so our tongues could glide together tenderly, smoothly and lovingly.

Then I looked down at cousin’s swelling organ. “Oh my. I had no idea you were so well…”

I was interrupted by my cousin eyes rolling into the back of his head as his cock bobbed up and down by its own will releasing its beautiful nectar on his belly.

My cousin looked down in horror as his manhood escaped him and he was helpless to stop it. He looked so frustrated he was almost crying. “Oh no! No! Oh I’m so sorry! This is the first time that’s ever happened to me I swear!”

I wrapped my arms around his naked body and kissed him on his reddened cheeks. “It’s OK. It happens. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It’s the first time it’s happened to you because this is your first time isn’t it?”

“No it’s not.” he said defensively, even more frustrated.

I’d suspected he was a virgin even at 23. “Darrel, no secrets, no lies. This is your first time isn’t it?”

He nodded his head ashamed.

“And you feel embarrassed about being a virgin at 23? Well you shouldn’t be. We should both be very happy because now your first time can be with me. Much better than meeting some fat slut after school and getting some disease. Aren’t you glad you waited for the right girl to come along?”

“Well… If you put it that way.” he giggled. Our naked bodies cuddled together and we kissed. “So are you a virgin too?”

Now here’s where I did lie. It’s standard book and procedure for guys to multiply the number of girls they’ve slept with. And for girls to subtract the number of guys they’ve been with. Discarding some as, ‘Not really counting.’

I did lie. But it was a good lie. “I’m 18 but I’ve only been with two guys. Well only one really. In high school I had my first oral relationship. And I slept with another boyfriend a few times my senior year.” That sounded convincing. I couldn’t afford to have my cousin’s male ego damaged anymore.

“Oh.” he answered. A bit disappointed he wouldn’t get to claim me. But if I’d told him I was a virgin he’d know I was lying and then his imagination would run wild with all sorts of ideas.

This was followed by another good lie. “I’ve been meaning to complement you on your size. I had no idea you were so well endowed.”

“Oh really.” he perked up. “I just thought I was average. You’re not just saying that because you’re my cousin are you?”

“Oh no. I mean it. You’re much much larger than my other boyfriends. And what a handsome shape too. I prefer bareback anyway.” Another good lie. Guys never like to hear the truth that size doesn’t matter to most girls. It makes them feel small. But truthfully I didn’t care what size my cousin was. Although I wasn’t lying about preferring bareback.

“I still can’t believe it. My first time is with a teenage double D blonde. I’m glad I waited after all.” he said.

“Really? Am I as hot as the girls you stroke off to on your computer?”

“No.” said my cousin grinning. “Better.”

“Now that you’re more relaxed we can have more fun getting to know our bodies better.” We followed my suggestion and broke out a bottle of body cream. We each took great pleasure in exploring each other’s bodies thoroughly.

My cousin enjoyed exploring my legs and feet, but his curious hands spent the most time massaging my breasts.

As I told Hayden, my cousin’s fasciae was average, so I focused mainly on massaging his manhood which I knew would please him as well. Even after ejaculating his organ quickly sprang back to life in its full upright position.

We made love in the missionary position. I opened my legs welcomingly and he thrust himself into me again and again. His thrusts were powerful yet very tender and loving. His undulations made my eyes roll into the back of my head and my breaths shorten.

“I’m cumming… I’m cumming… I’m cumming.” I moaned uncontrollably.

My cousin’s loving thrusts did not diminish in their power and kept their rhythm. He was like an engine of pure warm flesh. His energy and stamina must have been due to his 23 years of built up sexual frustration which was now finally being released my body. I was a lucky girl.

After what seemed liked hours my cousin withdrew and he kneeled over me to release his seed on my bright red welcoming face.

Darrel collapsed next to me, spent.

I lapped up his delicious nectar from my face like a cat cleaning itself. Then snuggled up next to him, resting my head on his heaving chest as we both desperately tried to calm our breathing.

My cousin wrapped his loving arms around me massaging my breasts as we both let sleep take our naked and exhausted bodies.

The next morning we awoke sore and happy in each other’s arms. I nuzzled up to his face kissing him. His eager hands continued to caress my body everywhere he could reach.

“How was I?” he asked.

“Oh you were wonderful. You brought me to climax again and again. See, I knew you’d be the perfect lover if you just had faith in yourself.” I didn’t need to lie about that.

We never made it to Thanksgiving dinner.

Epilogue:

At the end of the week I made another call to inform our family that the fictional blizzard which had kept my cousin and I stranded at Lovers’ Lodge for a week had miraculously passed and we would be able to return to school in time.

“I still don’t see why you drove.” said my mother. “If you’d taken a plane you could have missed the blizzard altogether.”

“What do you mean mother? Driving was your idea.”

“No, it was yours. Darrel called us and said you hated flying and had begged him for a ride and he was nice enough to take six days out of his life just to pick you up from your school.” she said.

WHAT?!

“Umm… yeah mom… I forgot… Happy Thanksgiving.”

I hung up the phone and turned around glaring at my naked cousin.

“Darrel? What’s this I hear about you insisting we drive together instead of fly?”

“Oh yeah, this week has been sooooooooooooo miserable.” he answered sarcastically.

I hopped into bed next to him and started tickling his body. “You devil. You planned this all just to sleep with your own cousin? You’re weren’t even a virgin were you? You faked the premature ejaculation.” This explained so much.

“Oh get off of it.” he giggled tickling me back. “You were so funny I almost burst out laughing at several points. Wearing a G string, sticking your bouncing boobs in my face, always bending over and twirling your hair around. You looked like you were auditioning for a music video. And leaving your vibrator on in your bag. And that part about losing your earing in my crotch. That was almost too much for me to keep a straight face.

“Besides, it was your roommate Hayden who gave me the idea.”

“What? Are you serious?” Now this was just too much.

“You bet I am. That girl’s a freak. When I first helped you move into your dorm in August, she drags me into a bathroom stall and starts going down on me without a single word. Of course I didn’t object but after she swallowed I had to ask her, ‘Why?’ She just says it’s been 15 minutes since she’s had a cock in her mouth and mine was the nearest one.

“I never thought I’d see her again until she calls me up last week, no idea how she got my number, and says she has this elaborate plan to get us to hook up. At first it sounded silly. Then she e-mailed me some nude photos of you and you were so sexy I couldn’t say ‘no’ after that.”

This was just too much! Not that I regretted any of it but something had to be wrong. “OK but Hayden knew the driving rouse would be exposed at Thanksgiving dinner when I talked to my parents?” I said.

“No. Hayden knew we’d never make it to Thanksgiving dinner.”