


The Falls

by clearwinston



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2015-05-13
Updated: 2015-05-13
Packaged: 2017-04-20 22:38:17
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-falls-5
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1379904&page=submissions
Summary: Cousins come to a life-changing realization.
Erotica Tags: Anal Sex, Blowjob, Boy-Girl, Cousins, Family, Oral Sex
Average Rating: 4.83






        The Falls


"Hey, turd!"  
  
"Shut up, Bucky!"  
  
I didn't even turn around. I could hear the smile in her voice and I smiled in
my reply, but continued cleaning the fuel intake on the lawnmower, my hands
submerged in the solvent as I scrubbed at it with my thumbs.  
  
My cousin was right behind me now and she reached forward to smack my elbow in
an attempt to cause me to drop the small motor part on the workbench. "What's
that?" she asked.  
  
"Fuel intake for the tractor," I answered.  
  
"Do you know what you're doing?" she smiled.  
  
"Rarely," I said, smiling back up at her. Her brown eyes sparkled, her dark
hair pulled back in a ponytail. "How you doing, Becky? Good to see you."  
  
"Good to see you, too, cuz." She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled
herself in close to give me a hug. I tilted my head toward her and gave her a
kiss on the cheek since my hands were busy, plus I was covered in yard grime
and sweat, with a hint of gasoline. "Need a hand?" she asked, letting go.  
  
"Sure."  
  
She started clapping.  
  
I laughed. "You're such a dork."  
  
She laughed and asked what I needed. I asked her to grab one of the red shop
towels from the pile and lay it flat on the workbench, next to the tub. She
put it on there like I asked and I set the fuel intake on it before grabbing
another towel to wipe my hands down. I dried the fuel intake with the air
compressor and Becky helped me re-attach it to the motor. I primed it and
started the riding mower and it ran like a dream, not sputtering like it had
been before.  
  
"Now what?" she yelled as I revved the engine.  
  
"What?!" I yelled, cupping my ear.  
  
"Now what?!" she yelled, louder and slower.  
  
"No thanks! I already ate!" I shouted, waving.  
  
She just made a face and gave me the finger.  
  
I backed the engine down to idol and said, "I've got to hook up the trailer
and pick up all the branches that fell, and pile them up in the woods."  
  
"Let's go," she said, jumping onto the lawnmower and dropping onto my lap.  
  
Well, that was unexpected. My cousin Becky was obviously outgoing and
lighthearted. We'd been almost best friends since we were kids. Only a few
months apart in age, both of us now eighteen, we spent most of our time
together when our families would get together a few times a year, plus all the
phone calls, e-mails, and instant messaging we would do. Most of her comments
to any of my posts were sarcastic and funny, but that was Becky.  
  
Did I mention that she's hot? Because she is. She used to be cute, then she
grew up and became hot. Even when she was little and had a severe overbite
(that's why I started calling her Bucktooth Becky, which quickly got shortened
to Bucky), she was cute. She's one of those people that skimmed right through
what is often called the "awkward phase." She never had that. I had that, but
she didn't.  
  
And now, here she was, sitting on my lap in her Daisy Dukes, tank top and
flip-flops. "Come on," she said, gripping the steering wheel and bouncing on
my lap as she turned to look at me with a big smile. "Let's go. Time's a
wastin'."  
  
The tractor lurched forward as I controlled the pedals while I let Becky
steer. I looked over her shoulder, telling her where to go while I kept my
hands on her trim waist. She squealed and laughed when we jerked forward,
falling backward into my chest, but she quickly regained her composure and
steered us toward the shed in the back, where I hooked the yard trailer onto
the lawnmower and asked if she wanted to drive.  
  
"Really?" she asked. "I don't know."  
  
"Sure." I showed her the controls and told her just to keep it in the low
gear. I walked over to the pile I had already started, Becky driving beside
me, smiling the whole time. I told her how to turn it off and she cut the
engine.  
  
"That was fun!" she said. I told you she was lighthearted. She hopped off the
tractor and we began picking up the branches I had piled up, and tossed them
into the trailer. We talked as we worked, moving around the large yard,
creating piles in different areas so Becky could drive to each pile.  
  
"What have you been up to since graduation?" she asked.  
  
"Nothing much. Trying to get some money saved for college. Mostly doing lawns
and stuff."  
  
"Do you like it? Make good money?"  
  
"I do like it. I don't think I want to do it long-term, but it pays well, and
I can choose when I want to work; that way I'm not working all summer, but can
still go out, relax, that kind of stuff."  
  
"Cool. Are you still going out with what's her name?"  
  
"Cara? No, we broke up."  
  
"What happened?"  
  
"Just didn't work out," I shrugged, still picking up branches. Honestly, I
didn't want to talk about it.  
  
"Who broke it off?"  
  
"She did."  
  
Becky muttered something.  
  
"What?"  
  
She stood straight up and turned to look at me. "I said she's an idiot."  
  
"You don't know the whole story," I said.  
  
"I don't have to." She dropped her branches in the trailer as she walked over
to me. "You forget, I know you. I know what kind of guy you are. I've seen you
at your best and at your worst. I say if she can't appreciate you for who you
are, good riddance."  
  
"Becky," I started to object.  
  
"What, Steve?" Her arms were crossed and she had one eyebrow raised as if
challenging me to try and change her mind.  
  
"Nothing," I sighed.  
  
She frowned and said, "One day, you're going to find someone who is going to
love you the way you deserve." With that, she turned and walked back to pick
up more branches and sticks.  
  
I watched her walk away and thought, "Maybe one day I'll find someone like
you." I returned to my task. We were loading our second-to-last pile into the
trailer when my aunt Brenda, Becky's mom, stuck her head out the back door and
yelled that lunch was ready.  
  
"Go ahead!" I waved. "We'll be in, in a few minutes!" She waved and turned to
walk back into the house.  
  
"What are we doing after lunch?" Becky asked me.  
  
"I don't know," I said. "I haven't really thought about it."  
  
"Want to go to the falls?"  
  
I shrugged, "Sure."  
  
She smiled at me. "Sweet! Hey, I wonder if that rope swing is still there."  
  
"It was last year."  
  
"I remember," she frowned, rubbing her ass.  
  
"Oh, yeah! I forgot!" I was laughing and she started laughing with me. Last
year she had slipped off the rope, fortunately while we were still high up on
the hill, dropped about four feet onto the dirt, and scraped her butt as she
skidded along the dirt and rock. She was okay, of course, but it could have
been really bad, had she let go later into the swing, over the big drop-off.  
  
We finished dumping the branches and Becky sat on my lap, steering, as I drove
the lawnmower back to the shed, unhooked the trailer and parked the mower.
"Thanks for your help, Becky. I really appreciate it."  
  
"Glad to help," she smiled. "More time at the falls."  
  
"That'll be nice."  
  
We ate lunch with our parents. Becky's older brother, Doug, Jr. (we called him
DJ), was working. He had just graduated college, so with his new job he didn't
feel like he could ask off. My little brother Spencer was at summer camp,
leaving Becky, me, and our parents alone this week. That was fine with me.
Like I had already said, Becky and I usually spent most of our time together
anyway because we were the only ones even remotely close in age. Our parents
would think nothing of us taking off for the day; in fact, they would likely
break out the cards, sit on the screened porch, playing and drinking beer, a
tradition they had continued since as far back as I could remember.  
  
"We're going out for seafood tonight," said Mom. "We're going to leave at
around seven so you need to be back in plenty of time."  
  
"Yes, ma'am," I said.  
  
As Becky walked into the living room, she was wearing the same clothes she had
been wearing before, only this time I could see the ties of her swimsuit
sticking up around her neck. Of course she looked amazing. We loaded a cooler
with some of the sodas from the garage refrigerator, grabbed some chips and
bean dip, and loaded into my truck. When we got to the end of the long dirt
road, we knew we had to walk about a half a mile to get to the falls and while
we knew that other people knew about it, we had never actually seen anyone
there. It took a lot of effort to get to it and we had actually found out
about it by accident, listening to a couple of older teens talking about it
when we went to get shakes at the sandwich shop a few years ago. When I was
old enough to drive, we searched for it, found it, and noted how to get there.
We've been back several times since then.  
  
As we walked down the trail to the falls, Becky started asking me about Cara
again. I decided to just let the story unfold as I talked, knowing Becky would
be sympathetic, but also would tell me when I was doing something stupid. I
had always been able to get her input about girls and sometimes she would ask
me about boys. I was the closest thing to a girl friend she had, she would
say. I would always roll my eyes and say, "Thanks a lot," before she would
laugh. For my sixteenth birthday, she even got me a manicure kit with several
colors of nail polish, laughing loudly as I looked at it. The rest of the
family laughed, too, but not to the extent she did. Later on, however, she
gave me my "real" present: a runner's watch. I loved and still wear it to this
day.  
  
"So she got mad that you didn't buy her more things?" asked Becky,
incredulous.  
  
"I wouldn't say that. I mean, maybe, but I don't have that kind of money. I
took care of her the best I knew how, but I guess that wasn't enough for her."  
  
"Steve, you've got a good heart, and you're a good-looking guy. You're funny,
smart, hard-working, confident. . . One day, you'll have some horny young
thing wrapped around your finger," she smiled. "Who knows? Maybe you already
do and just don't know it."  
  
"Maybe," I said. "What about you? What's the latest?"  
  
"Randy?" she asked. "Dickhead bounced after graduation. He said he couldn't go
to college already in a relationship. Something about clipping his wings so he
can't flyyyy, or something. Have you ever tried to watch a chicken fly? They
kind of jump and flail. That's how I see him trying to flyyyyyy." She ran
awkwardly, lifting her knees high and flapping her arms awkwardly as she
described it. "He don't know a damned thing about women."  
  
She had me laughing as she loped down the trail before stopping to wait for
me. "Come on, slow poke!" she called.  
  
"Hey, I'm the one carrying the cooler and all the crap. Probably so you can
flyyyyy," I mocked.  
  
She put her hands on her hips and made a face. "I thought you wanted to be a
gentleman. Maybe I need to teach you a thing or two about how to treat a
lady."  
  
"Well, maybe one day I'll meet a lady. I'll let you know."  
  
"Hey!" She tried to look offended, but ended up laughing at me. When I got to
her, she took the towels off my shoulders and the blanket off my arm and
carried them. It didn't help much because they weren't heavy or awkward, but
it was nice that she shared the load.  
  
It wasn't long before we were at the edge of the little pool where the water
fall fell about fifteen feet over the edge of the rock into the clear green
water. We dropped our stuff on a rock at the edge of the pool and I walked
down to the sandbar to feel the water. It was warm and I called up to Becky
how great it felt.  
  
I walked back up off the sand bar and I turned to round the boulder, stopping
dead in my tracks. Becky was bent over in front of me, facing away, her lean
legs and bubbly ass right in my view. Her bikini was a hot pink, fairly modest
for a bikini, but on her frame, with her bent over, it was stretched tight
across her backside. She stood up and turned toward me with a big smile on her
face.  
  
"What do you think?" she asked, her arms out to the sides. "I just got it."  
  
"It's. . . uh. . . nice."  
  
"Nice?" she asked, her hands on her hips. "That's not exactly what I was going
for."  
  
"Pretty?" I asked. She just scowled. I swallowed hard. "Sexy?" I croaked.  
  
She smiled and relaxed. "Are you asking or telling?"  
  
"Telling. It's sexy."  
  
"THAT's what I was going for," she said, pointing at me. "So, thank you." She
walked toward me. "So it's warm, then?" she asked.  
  
"Yeah."  
  
"Well, come on, then." I took off my shirt as she walked toward the sandbar.
We had to wade in from this side because it was so shallow. The waterfall was
directly across from us and the rope swing was at the far end, where the water
was still deep from the stirring water of the falls.  
  
I followed Becky into the water until it was at the top of our legs, then she
dove in, coming back up a few feet further out before standing chest deep in
the crystal pool. "This is nice," she said with a smile. "Come on in." I dove
in and stayed low before I heard her squeal when I grabbed her legs. I
surfaced right next to her, only to be assaulted with a series of punches on
my arm and splashes of water as she laughed and called me names.  
  
"I give up!" I cried, laughing as I tried to keep my back to her so I could
breathe without taking a mouthful of water. She stopped splashing me and I
turned around to see her smiling as she kicked away toward the center of the
pool.  
  
"Come on," she said, "Let's jump off the falls."  
  
"Okay." I followed her over as she swam leisurely toward the bank by the falls
side. I climbed out first and helped her on the slick rocks. She ended up
holding onto my hand the whole time, which was fine with me. I have to admit
that I felt butterflies in my stomach at her touch and tried to brush it off.
She was my cousin and my best girl friend. Probably my best friend of anyone,
but she was still my cousin.  
  
When I helped her up to the flat surface of the top rock by the falls, she
squeezed my hand and smiled. "See?" she said, "There's a gentleman in there."
She poked lightly at my chest as she said it.  
  
"And you really are a lady. I'm sorry about what I said earlier."  
  
She rolled her eyes. "Don't go getting soft on me. I didn't take it
seriously." She winked, "I know you better than that."  
  
I nodded and said, "I'm still going to go first, right? So I can be there for
you?"  
  
"Yep."  
  
I walked to the edge. This always seemed like more than 15 feet to me. Of
course I don't like heights, so that could have something to do with it. I
stood there for just a few seconds before Becky blurted out, "Don't be a
pussy; jump already." I turned and gave her a look.  
  
"I'm checking for sharks."  
  
She just smirked at me. I turned around, counted to five (yes, it was supposed
to be to three) in my head and jumped into the water, surfacing a moment later
and giving Becky a thumb's up. "No sharks!" I called. "Come on in!"  
  
"Good to know! GERONIMOOOOOOO!!" She jumped in and pulled into a cannonball at
the last second, creating a huge splash and resounding thud as she smacked
into the water. It hurt me just to hear it.  
  
She popped up out of the water. "OOOWWWW!" she laughed. "Damn, that hurt!" She
could hardly contain her laughter and it had me laughing just as hard as we
tread water.  
  
"You want to go again?"  
  
"Yes. I'm not as big of a pussy as you are."  
  
"Probably," I shrugged.  
  
We swam to the edge and she got out before I did. I cracked up again, bringing
a look of surprise from Becky. "What?" she asked.  
  
I pointed to her back and tried to regain some composure. "Your back and ass
are totally red."  
  
She laughed a little and touched her butt, cupping it in both hands. "It's
hot," she laughed. "Now you know I'm not lying. That cannonball hurt!" She
rubbed her ass for a second before sticking it out at me. She pulled her
bikini down to the bottom of her cheeks and stuck it out at me. "Want to kiss
it and make it better?"  
  
I suddenly stopped laughing. Here was my hot cousin wiggling her bare ass at
me, asking me to kiss it. She started laughing before pulling her bikini
bottom back up. I tried to look normal and laughed a little as I waded to the
shore where she was climbing the rocks again.  
  
We jumped a few more times, laughing and goofing off before Becky said she was
getting hungry. We swam across to the sandbar and walked around the boulder to
where our cooler, blanket, and towels were. Becky opened the bean dip and
chips while I spread out the blanket and laid our towels on it. We sat down on
the blanket, letting the sun dry us as we talked and ate.  
  
"When do you leave for school?" Becky asked.  
  
"August 12th. Orientation."  
  
"Oh. That's only like five more weeks," she pouted.  
  
"I know. When do you leave?"  
  
"August 26th. After this week, do you think we'll see each other again?"  
  
"Of course. We're family."  
  
"I guess," she shrugged.  
  
"You don't think we'll see each other?"  
  
"I don't know. I mean, look at DJ. He's out of school now and trying to get
his career started, so he's not here. And this isn't the first time, either.
He's missed a lot of stuff, between school and his internships, and his
girlfriend. I'm just thinking that when college starts, our adult life will
take over and we'll see each other less and less." She started choking up and
her eyes turned red.  
  
"Hey," I said, wrapping her in a hug, "I'm going to make it a point to keep
you in my life as much as possible."  
  
"Yeah?"  
  
"Yeah. You're my best friend, and I love you more than anyone."  
  
"I love you more than anyone, too," she said, squeezing me tighter. I pulled
back after a moment and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and I wiped a tear
off her cheek with my thumb. She looked so beautiful just then. Of course she
always was, but my heart melted for her in that moment. I leaned in and gently
kissed her on the cheek again, this time a little closer to her mouth. When we
pulled back she gazed into my eyes, but took a quick glance at my lips before
looking back into my eyes.  
  
I wanted to kiss her again, but this time she leaned forward and met my lips
with her own. The kiss was tentative and gentle. She placed one hand gently on
my bare knee and her tongue grazed my upper lip. "I love you," she whispered.  
  
"I love you, too, Becks."  
  
She pulled back a little. "No, Steve."  
  
She didn't get a chance to finish her thought before I nodded my agreement. "I
know what you mean, and I mean I really love you, Becky."  
  
She smiled a little. "Like you love Cara?"  
  
"I could never love her the way I love you."  
  
She threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips again. I
wrapped her in my arms and we kissed like lovers. For the first time, like
lovers. I loved her. I think at that moment I realized I had loved her for a
long time, but I could never admit it, even to myself, because she was my
cousin.  
  
Oh, shit. She's my cousin.  
  
"Becky," I said, pulling away. "I can't. . ."  
  
"Yes, we can," she smiled. "We're only cousins."  
  
"Only cousins?" I laughed. "That's enough!"  
  
She shrugged. "Maybe. But I've been thinking about this, Steve. I've loved you
for a long time. A couple of years ago, I got curious and looked online. In a
lot of states, including this one, first cousins can even get a marriage
license."  
  
"Marriage? Whoa, Becky."  
  
"I'm not saying that," she laughed. "I'm just saying. . . you know. . . even
the law sees that these things happen." She shrugged and smiled a little.  
  
I leaned back and ran my hand through my hair, letting out a deep breath.
"This is weird," I said.  
  
She looked sad. "Steve?"  
  
I smiled at her and took her hand. "Don't worry, Becky. It doesn't change the
way I feel about you. I just have to think through some things."  
  
"I've been thinking about things, too. A lot." She broke a pine needle into
tiny pieces as she talked. "I know that we're cousins, Steve, and that adds a
challenge." She shrugged. "Maybe it even means we can't be together. If that's
true, I get it. It just means so much to me to know that you feel the same way
about me that I do about you." She looked up at me and smiled, then sighed.
"But the question is, what can I do about it? I mean, I love you so much and
I'm so happy that you love me, too. But there's so much to think about."  

"Our parents and family. . ." I said.  
  
"Eventually telling everyone we meet who become good friends. . ."  
  
"Trying to convince ourselves it's okay." I looked at her.  
  
She looked back at me and said, "Or trying to convince ourselves that it's
not."  
  
That was poignant. Maybe she was right. We sat in silence for a couple of
minutes. What had happened in the moments before had literally changed our
relationship. While from the outside it would simply (simply?) look like I had
kissed my cousin, internally my entire worldview was different. Could this
relationship happen? I saw myself standing at the altar with Becky in a white
dress slipping a ring on my finger. Suddenly she was on a hospital bed giving
birth and the doctor's eyes went wide as he pulled out a baby with three arms!
I saw my parents freak out, kick me out of the family, and Becky's parents do
the same to her. I saw us living in a run down trailer on welfare because
that's what happened to kissin' cousins.  
  
Damn, this shit was fucked up! "Becky," I said, shaking my head. I didn't know
what to say.  
  
"Is it the two-headed baby?" she asked with a frown.  
  
I smiled. "Three arms." She smiled and nodded.  
  
"I thought about that, too." Her look turned serious and she picked up another
pine needle, apparently the most interesting one in the world. "I don't know
how I would tell my parents. I'm scared of what they might say."  
  
Suddenly it hit me. "Wait a second," I smiled. "Aren't we getting ahead of
ourselves?"  
  
"What do you mean?"  
  
"Look, we've just admitted that we love each other about. . ." I looked at my
watch, "Four minutes ago," I smiled. "And now we're talking about how we're
going to endure the hardest parts of our relationship? We don't even HAVE a
relationship!"  
  
"But don't you think we should at least think about it?"  
  
"Eventually. If this goes anywhere. Becky, you're my best friend and I do love
you, and I love that you love me. I do. But we're about to go to college and
our hearts could wander. Maybe we'll each fall in love with someone else, get
married, have kids and meet up a couple of times a year like our parents do.
We may one day look back at this time and think of it as the weirdest crush
we've ever had," I laughed. She seemed to brighten a little at that. "IF it
does develop, however, then we'll have plenty of time to discuss these things
and respond as the time comes. We wouldn't have to decide everything today, or
even in the next few weeks." I felt a lot of stress slide off my shoulders at
that point.  
  
Becky's face began to fade into a smile before she buried her face in her
hands and laughed a little. "You're right!" she said. "This is so stupid. Why
can't I just enjoy the news that we love each other? That's what this should
be!"  
  
"I got so wrapped up in worry that I didn't even get to enjoy our first kiss."  
  
She looked up at me with a flirty smile. "So, now that we're more relaxed, do
you want to try that first kiss again?"  
  
"I'll take every chance I get, to kiss you, Becks." She smiled wide and we
both leaned in for a kiss. We weren't so tentative this time and our tongues
immediately went to exploring. Knowing how she felt gave me the freedom to
kiss her the way I wanted to kiss her, and to receive her kiss with the same
enthusiasm with which she offered it. I felt my body responding. I was getting
warmer, my pulse rate increased, and naturally I quickly became fully erect.  
  
The feel of Becky's bare skin under my hands was electric. Whether it was due
to the sun or to our kiss, her skin was warm and moist and I loved being able
to touch her. I also loved the feel of her hands around my back. She brought
one hand up to cup my cheek, and for whatever reason, that seemed so intimate
to me, so sexy. She pulled away and looked at me with this beautiful,
comfortable smile. She looked all over my face, like she was examining it. My
cousin gently swept my hair back over my ear before drawing her hand down
across my cheek again.  
  
"You're so beautiful," she said quietly. I just smiled. I placed my hand on
top of hers and turned to kiss her palm. Her eyes closed and she sighed. "Why
can't it be like this forever?" She looked around. "Alone together, in our own
little paradise. Maybe without our swimsuits?" she winked. "We could wake up
together in the morning, spend the day together, just us, doing whatever we
wanted, then climb back into bed together at the end of the day. I could curl
up in your arms and I would sleep in peace every night. I would be warm and
safe always. And I would be yours, all yours. Doesn't that sound nice?"  
  
"I can't imagine anything better."  
  
"What do you think would be the ideal paradise for us?"  
  
"Anywhere with you is paradise."  
  
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm serious."  
  
"So am I," I smiled. She slapped my arm. "Okay, I think a nice cabin on a
bunch of private land, in the mountains, right on a lake. Warm in the summer
so we could swim, like we are now." She smiled. "And cold enough winters that
we could snuggle by a fire inside, or by a fire pit outside in the spring and
fall. A Jacuzzi on a screened porch so we could relax."  
  
"Naked?" she winked.  
  
"Sure, why not?" I smiled. She laughed. "I think I'd like a nice big, soft bed
for us to share, with a fireplace in the bedroom, and a big shower in the
master bath for us to share. I guess that's it. Ultimately, though, it's just
about being with the woman I love. That's paradise."  
  
She kissed me again. "You're so sweet. Come on," she said, rolling the bag of
chips, "Let's get back in the pool. I hear that rope swing calling my name." I
stood and helped her up, putting the chips and dip back in the cooler and
wading back in off the sandbar, holding her hand as we went. She let go of my
hand and dove into the water, popping up to swim to the bank with the rope
swing. As we climbed the bank, she was directly in front of me, her wet,
tanned ass covered in the pink bikini, wagging in my face.  
  
"You'd better not be looking at my ass," she teased. She knew me too well.  
  
"I'm not," I lied.  
  
"That's too bad. I mean, it's right there." She turned and looked over her
shoulder at me, wiggling it at me.  
  
We finished the climb to the top and I unwrapped the rope from the tree and
tugged on it to test the branch. "I'll go first and make sure it's strong
enough, then you can go." She agreed.  
  
I gripped the rope a few feet above the end knot and took a run toward the
edge of the bank. It took a sudden drop and I hung from the rope, flying over
the red dirt, then the green water. When the rope arced up, I let go and
flipped backward as I kicked my feet up. I heard a squealing cheer and I
dropped into the cool water, landing on my left side. I swam to the surface
and saw Becky grabbing at the rope, which was swinging wildly from the strong
branch of the giant hardwood.  
  
When she grabbed it, she backed up as she said, "Great jump! Here I come!"  
  
She ran and jumped off the edge as the bank dropped, and she dropped off the
rope when she got out to the apex of the swing. She was almost right above me
when she let go, falling feet first, landing about ten feet away with a
splash. She surfaced and started laughing. "That was so awesome!" she cried. I
swam toward her and kissed her.  
  
"Great job," I said. "You want to again?"  
  
She backed away toward the rocks by the waterfall. "In a minute," she said.
"Come here." I followed her over until we stood on a sandbar extending out
from under the rocks. We were standing in chest deep water and she draped her
arms over my shoulders. My hands rested on her waist instinctively and she
reached in to kiss me. We kissed and she wrapped one leg around my thigh. I
reached down to stroke her thigh and she pulled herself up on my neck,
wrapping both legs around my waist. "I hope this is okay," she whispered,
pulling herself into me.  
  
"I hope this is okay," I answered, reaching down to cup her perfect ass.  
  
"I like your hands on me. You can do this as much as you want."  
  
"I like your hands on me, too." We began to kiss more urgently and as I
squeezed her ass, she began to moan into my mouth and her hips started
grinding against me. I was already hard anyway, but this just served to
increase my arousal.  
  
"Is that for me?" she asked, still grinding her hips.  
  
"What do you think?"  
  
"I think you'd better answer the damned question," she smiled.  
  
"Yes, Becky, that boner is for you."  
  
"Good." She kissed me again, pulling herself tighter against me with her arms
and legs. Her kiss was more urgent, prodding me to kiss her more urgently as
well. As she continued to move against me, I found myself squeezing her ass,
that perfect ass. Suddenly, Becky broke the kiss and buried her face in my
neck, biting at it gently as she whimpered. After a few moments, she grunted
and her hips flinched against me as she held me tight. "Oh, god," she
breathed. "I wasn't expecting that." She lowered her legs and stepped back,
obviously embarrassed.  
  
"Man," I said, shaking my head.  
  
She looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry," she muttered.  
  
"What for?!" I laughed. "Giving me the most exciting kiss of my life?"  
  
She smiled a little. "Um, no. For. . . coming."  
  
"Yeah! On me! Using me to do it!"  
  
She giggled. "You're not mad at me, then?"  
  
"Oh, yeah," I said sarcastically. "I'm furious."  
  
She laughed a little more freely at that one. "I've never done that before,
you know, come with a boy."  
  
"Never?"  
  
She shook her head. "Have you?"  
  
"Ever come with a boy? Never," I said, shaking my head.  
  
She laughed. "You know what I mean!"  
  
"No, I've never blown my load making out with a girl before."  
  
"Did you that time?"  
  
"No. I was having a good time, but I didn't quite get to come."  
  
"Not quite? Does that mean you were close?" She looked like she had an idea
forming.  
  
"Yeah, pretty close."  
  
"Well, that doesn't seem quite fair," she smirked. She immediately wrapped her
arms around my neck again and smiled at me as she lifted one leg. I gripped
her ass and kissed her as she wrapped both legs around me. She rubbed herself
against me again, every once in a while letting out a little whimper. She
broke the kiss and whispered in my ear. "I want to make you come this time.
It's so hot to think of you coming with my legs wrapped around you."  
  
I groaned at the thought, thinking not of us swimming, but of me buried inside
her pussy, whatever that would feel like (I didn't really know; I was a
virgin), and screwing her until I could come inside her. The stimulation of
her request, her thrusting hips, and my imagination pushed me perilously close
to the edge. I began pressing against her as she rotated her hips.  
  
"Mmm, that's good, Steve," she whispered, her breath catching as she spoke. I
could hear her voice quivering.  
  
"Oh, Becky. Oh, my god," I groaned.  
  
She kissed me again and our tongues caressed each other while she kept her
hips pressed against me, gliding smoothly against the underside of my cock
through my swimsuit. I flinched involuntarily and my breathing picked up. My
groin tingled and I knew the feeling of a climax from all the times I had
stroked myself off. "That's it," she whispered, nibbling my ear. "Go ahead.
Come for me."  
  
I grunted when the first blast of heat filled my shorts. Becky must have felt
me twitch against her because she yelped and groaned before whispering more
encouragement to me. She cooed and slid her legs off my hips before stepping
back a little, causing a cool flow of water to rush between us. "That was
nice," she smiled. "Did you like it?"  
  
I could only nod stupidly. "That was amazing," I said, trying to regain some
composure.  
  
"You should probably clean out your shorts now, huh?" she asked.  
  
I blushed. "Probably."  
  
"It's getting late," she said. "We should head back. You clean up and I'll get
our stuff together." I nodded. She kissed me again. "That was fun," she
whispered. "We'll have to do that again."  
  
I smiled in return and watched her swim across to the sandbar. I cleaned out
my swimsuit the best I could and swam over to the other side. I watched her
walk out of the water and round the boulder. By the time I got to the sandbar,
Becky had already slid her shorts back on and was pulling her tank top over
her head. She rolled it down and slipped into her flip-flops. I took my towel
off the rock and dried off the best I could before slipping on my own shirt
and flip-flops, grabbing the cooler and blanket and walking up the trail.
Becky slipped her hand into mine with a smile and we quickly kissed before
walking back to the truck.  
  
We were pretty much our same old selves on the ride home, joking and laughing,
making personal jabs at the other's expense. The only difference was how
freely we held hands as we drove and talked. Becky let go of my hand when we
got to the house, giving me a look of sadness, but I knew what she was
thinking, that we had to act normally here, like nothing had changed.  
  
Dinner at the seafood restaurant was as good as it always was there, but the
company made it better. Becky and I sat side by side and while our parents
chatted and laughed, we would flirt with our hands or eyes, while otherwise
having our normal side conversation like we had always had growing up. As far
as we could tell, our parents thought nothing of it. They didn't say anything
and otherwise ignored us as had been the case on most of our family get-
togethers. The adults would hang out together, and the kids would hang out
together; we were in different worlds.  
  
When we got home, the parents played cards again while Becky and I played
pool. We were all in the big lounge room in the basement while the television
played idly as background noise, none of us really interested on what was on.
After we got tired of playing pool, Becky and I went out to the patio and sat
on the porch swing, talking as our parents' laughter and teasing carried out
through the screen door. We could see them, which meant they could see us,
too. We talked about nothing in particular, but just enjoyed being together.  
  
The next morning was an early morning for me. I had two yards to do, but was
home by lunch. I came in and took a shower, changing into some soccer shorts
and a t-shirt before grabbing some lunch with the family.  
  
"Tonight," said Dad, "We're taking Doug and Brenda to the club. We won't be
home until late, so you're on your own for dinner and entertainment."  
  
"How late?" I asked.  
  
"Well, aren't you the nosy one?" Mom asked sarcastically. Everyone laughed.  
  
"Well, old people late is a LOT different than college student late," I
jabbed, causing Becky to laugh and Mom to feign shock and offense.  
  
"Old people?!" she gasped. They all laughed again.  
  
"After midnight at least," laughed Dad. "If it's any earlier, we'll call so
you can get rid of the beer cans and hookers."  
  
"Thanks," I said. "Are you going to leave money for the hookers?"  
  
"I said you were on your own for entertainment." Everyone laughed again. Yep,
this was my family.  
  
After lunch, our parents retired to the porch to talk. We were bored, of
course, so Becky sat down beside me while I was flipping through the channels.
"We should go to a movie," she said, grabbing her laptop off the coffee table.  
  
"Sounds good to me," I said. "I need to get out of here. What's on?"  
  
She brought up the local theater's site and scrolled through it. "If we leave
soon we can go see, 'The Mirror Darkly.' I hear it's really creepy."  
  
"Awesome," I said.  
  
"I'll go get changed for our first date," she whispered with a smile, closing
her laptop.  
  
"Date?" I asked.  
  
"Mm-hmm. You don't have a problem with going on a date with me, do you?" she
smiled.  
  
I couldn't help but smile back. "Not at all. Don't dress up, though. You're
perfect just like that."  
  
"You're sweet. I'll keep it casual," she said.  
  
I went out to tell our parents that Becky and I were going to a movie and that
if we didn't see them before their night out, to have a good time. I went
upstairs to change into some jeans and a collared shirt for my date with
Becky. I sprayed on a little cologne and brushed my teeth before returning
downstairs to wait.  
  
I didn't have to wait. Before I could sit down on the couch, I heard Becky's
door open and she came down the hall. Holy shit, I thought, she looks amazing.
She had on a yellow halter top and white short shorts. Her hair was hanging
loose and lightly curled. She had on white canvas boat shoes and just a touch
of makeup. Damn, she looked fine. "Wow," I mouthed so our parents couldn't
hear.  
  
She caught on. "Thank you," she mouthed silently. I took her hand and walked
her out the front door to my truck, opening the door for her and closing it
behind her. As soon as I started it and took off, I turned to her and got a
good long look. "I take it you like my choice," she smiled.  
  
"Damn, Beck. You look amazing."  
  
"I'm glad you think so. I did it for you. I was hoping you would like it."  
  
"How could I not?"  
  
She reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. I squeezed it back and
smiled. When we reached the theater, we had to stand in line outside for the
ticket window. Fortunately a lot of the people in line were there for the
children's matinee and not the horror movie we came to see. When I ordered the
tickets, Becky reached forward with the money, but I pushed her hand away,
reaching forward with my own money instead. "It's a date, remember?" I
whispered. "I pay for our dates."  
  
She blushed and nodded, tucking the money back into her tiny brown purse. I
took her hand as we walked from the ticket window to the front entrance. "Can
I still pay sometimes?" she asked.  
  
"Sure, if that's what you want, but I'm paying for most of our dates."  
  
"MOST of our dates? You think we'll be going out very much?" she asked,
surprised.  
  
"If I have anything to say about it."  
  
The unenthused ticket taker droned that we would be in theater nine before
ripping the tickets in half and handing the stubs back to me. "Snacks?" I
asked.  
  
"Of course," she smiled. We stood in line holding hands and I couldn't help
looking at her. I noticed that a lot of the guys there had the same problem,
but I honestly don't think she noticed. This may make me sound like a jerk,
but I was proud to have someone like Becky holding my hand. I liked that other
guys saw her as beautiful and yet she wanted to be here with me. One guy got
caught by his girlfriend who was holding his hand. She jerked hard on his hand
and said something to him, but he shrugged apologetically and answered
something I couldn't hear. I laughed.  
  
"What?" asked Becky with a smile.  
  
"Nothing," I snickered. "This dude was checking you out and he got caught by
his girlfriend."  
  
"Oh," she said, blushing. "Sorry."  
  
"Don't be," I said. "You can't help it that you're hot. I'm just glad you're
here with me."  
  
"Me, too," she smiled.  
  
When we got to the counter we got two giant pretzels with cheese dip, a Coke
and some Twizzlers. As soon as we got to our seats in the nearly empty
theater, Becky opened the Twizzlers and bit both ends off before jamming it
into the hole in the lid. She took a long pull and shared the drink with me.
It was just like old times, only this time we were sharing a drink instead of
just splitting the Twizzlers. Over the course of the movie we would change out
the Twizzler several times, eating the one that had first served as a straw
while replacing it with a fresh one.  
  
Several times during the movie, Becky would grab my arm. I had moved the
armrest up out of the way so we could be closer together. She jumped countless
times, and I have to admit that I did, too, causing us to grab onto each
other, an arm or a leg. The truth was, I couldn't help but touch her. I'm
serious, you should have seen her. Now that I knew she knew how I felt about
her, and since I was now able to be honest with myself, I didn't hide the fact
that I was looking at her like she was a hot chick. That yellow halter and
white shorts were perfect for accentuating both her form and her tan. She was
firm and beautiful, a light golden tan. Of course I couldn't see her tan well
in the dark of the theater, but I already knew it by heart, and I could
certainly admire her form.  

She was leaning into me, her legs curled up on the seat beside her. Her thighs
looked delicious and I knew her short tight shorts hugged that perfect ass. I
felt she needed to know. I leaned into her, smelling her hair as I found her
ear beneath it. "Becky, those shorts show exactly how perfect your ass and
legs are."  
  
She sat back a little and looked at me, her lips pursed in a tight smile. "You
shouldn't be saying things like that."  
  
"Should I tell you how amazing your rack is in that halter?" I asked.  
  
"No," she giggled.  
  
"Then forget I said anything." I went back to watching the movie and she
giggled as she leaned back into me. Her hand found mine and she intertwined
her fingers between mine as she leaned into me.  
  
After a few minutes she whispered into my ear. "Now you've got me thinking
about yesterday at the falls, and I'm all excited."  
  
"I didn't mean to do that," I snickered.  
  
"Liar."  
  
Since I was looking at her, she reached for the drink, still watching the
movie, and took the Twizzler between her lips, but she kept lowering her mouth
onto it, all the way until her lips bumped the lid of the cup, taking about
four inches of the candy into her mouth, just briefly before sliding her lips
back up and taking a sip of the soda. Her eyes darted over at me and she
raised her eyebrows before turning her head toward me. "I'm sorry, would you
like some?" she asked, moving the cup in front of my face.  
  
I opened my mouth without thinking, allowing her to place the tip of the candy
straw in my mouth before I took a sip. She pulled it away and took another sip
herself before placing it in the cup holder and watching the movie without
another word or look my way. After a few seconds, I saw a subtle smile creep
up on her lips. She had me, and she knew it.  
  
When the movie ended, she stood and reached for my hand. "Come on," she said.
"Let's go to the mall. We have some time before our folks leave."  
  
I was hard as a rock and didn't need to be waving that kind of flag around.
"Wait," I said. "Shouldn't we wait for the credits? Sometimes they put the
real end of the story or a teaser or something after the credits."  
  
She wasn't buying it. She sat back down with a smirk, looked down at my crotch
with an obvious glare, shook her head with a smile and said, "Credits, huh?"  
  
Busted. Either way, I needed the time. She didn't say anything else about it
as we silently watched the credits roll before the house lights came up. Of
course we were the only ones in the theater at this point.  
  
I was still somewhat erect, sitting here with her, knowing that we were
together. "You know," she said, standing and pulling me up, "I could have
thought of a better way to resolve that issue than sitting through movie
credits." She pulled me into the aisle, walking ahead of me. Walking helped me
deflate and soon enough I was in a more manageable state.  
  
The theater was almost connected to the mall. It was a separate building with
separate entrances, but was on the other side of a large plaza with patio
seating, a fountain, and some benches for people to gather and hang out. She
held my hand as we walked across the plaza and I held the door open for her at
the mall entrance.  
  
"What are we looking for?" I asked.  
  
"Nothing in particular," she shrugged. "Just hanging out until it's time to go
home." I let her lead me around the mall, stopping to look at a few things she
liked. I watched her try on a dress or two in a couple of shops before she led
me into a jewelry store.  
  
"May I help you?" the older blonde lady asked.  
  
"Where are your engagement and wedding sets, please?" asked Becky. She
squeezed my hand and smiled at me. I looked at her sideways, surprised at her
question.  
  
"Right this way," she smiled. "My name's Elizabeth," said the blonde.  
  
"I'm Becky, and this is Steve."  
  
We stopped at a glass counter at the end of the store. Elizabeth stood behind
it and Becky and I stood in front of it. "Now, what are we looking for?"  
  
"Nothing, really, just looking."  
  
"Have you two been together long?" she asked.  
  
"We've been friends forever, but we just started dating," Becky said, smiling
at me.  
  
"And already looking at rings?" she laughed, surprised. She looked at me and
said, "It looks like Steve is as surprised as I am."  
  
Becky laughed. "He may be surprised to be here today, but he knows our future
as well as I do."  
  
"Well, I, uh. . .I. . ."  
  
"Elizabeth is it?" Becky asked. Elizabeth nodded. "Well, Elizabeth, we're not
shopping today, probably not for quite some time, but I wanted to freak him
out. I'm just looking at earrings, please."  
  
They both began laughing. "Right over here," laughed Elizabeth. Becky followed
her over to another counter with a variety of gemstone earrings. After a few
minutes, Becky decided on a pair of simple emerald studs with zircon wraps,
allowing her to change out the center gemstone studs for any others she
wanted, depending on her mood or outfit.  
  
After paying, she told Elizabeth good-bye, thanking her for being so helpful.  
  
"Come back when you're ready for that ring, Steve," she smiled. Becky laughed
and pulled me out by my hand before I could say anything.  
  
"What the hell was that?" I asked, not angry, just confused.  
  
"Relax, Steve," she laughed. "Like I told her, I was just trying to make you
panic a little. I'm just messing with you."  
  
"Good one," I said, rolling my eyes.  
  
"What?" she said, stopping in the center of the mall and standing in front of
me.  
  
"Just. . . why did you have to do that?" I asked.  
  
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just messing around."  
  
"It's okay," I shrugged. "I should have known. It's cool."  
  
"Are you sure? I hate to think I upset you like that."  
  
I smiled and nodded, relieved. "I'm sure." She smiled. "However, now that you
did that, I feel like that's the place I'll need to buy your engagement ring."
I started walking away.  
  
"What?!" she called after me. "WAIT!" She prodded me for more information, but
I just kept walking, hands in my pockets. After a couple of minutes she just
laughed and said, "You're a real shit, you know that?" I just shrugged. She
pulled my hand out of my pocket and intertwined our fingers. I held her hand
gladly as we walked through the mall.  
  
I looked at my watch. "It's getting kind of late," I said.  
  
"What time is it?"  
  
"Almost 5:30. Our folks should be leaving soon."  
  
"Okay," she shrugged. We walked to the truck and again I held her door open
for her. On the way home we talked about nothing in particular and when we
turned the corner, we could see that Uncle Doug and Aunt Brenda's SUV was
gone. I looked at Becky and she smiled at me, I think both of us knowing that
some time alone in private would be fun.  
  
I locked the front door behind us, as I had always been taught to do, and
walked to the kitchen to find the note my mother had written. "Kids, gone to
the club. Home late."  
  
"Yeah, they're gone," I called to Becky, who was still in the living room.  
  
"Good. How do you feel about getting your ass kicked in Mario Kart?"  
  
"I didn't know anyone else was coming over," I answered, walking back to the
living room.  
  
"Oh, that's it," she laughed, "You're going down."  
  
"Bring it, little girl," I said. She turned and stomped down the stairs. I
followed behind, watching that perfect ass in the tight white shorts, a stark
contrast to her long, tanned legs. She pulled out the controllers while I
loaded the disc into the system.  
  
"Care to make it interesting?" she said, one eyebrow raised as she scrolled
through the menu options.  
  
"You name it."  
  
She thought for a moment and said, "Loser gives the winner a massage,"  
  
"So, I win either way," I smiled.  
  
"I like the way you think. Those are the stakes, then?" I nodded. "Let's get
to it." She scrolled down and chose her character and I chose mine. We raced
the short track three rounds, and I won twice, but just barely. She smiled at
me and scrolled to the long race. "Winner take all?" she asked.  
  
"Hang on," I smiled. "We had a deal. I get a massage from you; I won two out
of three."  
  
"Fair enough," she said. "How about loser on the long track has to strip down
to just their underwear?"  
  
"Uhh. . ."  
  
"Chicken?"  
  
She knew how to get to me. "All right!" I said. "Let's do this!" The race was
pretty tight for the first several laps. We bumped each other, switched
positions, tried to take advantage and generally played dirty, the way we both
knew we would. As we were on the last lap, I saw Yoshi go flying off into a
pit. I crossed the finish line in victory. "Yeah!" I cheered.  
  
Becky didn't even take any time to pout or protest. She just stood up and
looked at me with a smile on her face. "I lose," she shrugged. Her hands were
already on the button of her shorts.  
  
"Wait a minute. You went down on purpose!"  
  
She just shrugged and looked at the ceiling. "That doesn't sound like me."  
  
"Rematch! No cheating this time."  
  
She put her hands on her hips and looked at me astonished. "Are you kidding
me?"  
  
"No! I want to win fair and square." I was scrolling through to reset the game
when she spoke.  
  
"Steve."  
  
"What?"  
  
"Steve," she said more quietly. I looked up at her. "Our parents are gone, I'm
about to strip down to my underwear and give you a massage. Do you really want
to play another round of Mario Kart?"  
  
It smacked me in the face like a two-by-four. "I'm such an idiot," I laughed.
She laughed with me, nodding at the obvious. "No," I said quietly, "I don't
want to play Mario Kart."  
  
She stepped toward me with a smile and bent down to kiss me. It was gentle and
loving, not passionate, but it lingered for just a few seconds. She stood and
took my hands, placing them at the waist of her shorts. "Why don't you help me
get rid of these?" she quietly invited.  
  
I swallowed hard, having difficulty believing what she had asked me to do. My
prick quickly filled with blood, bending uncomfortably in my jeans. I slid my
hands around to the button, my knuckles brushing her bare stomach, smooth,
taut and tanned. I looked into her eyes as if waiting for her to laugh and
yell "April Fools!", but all I saw was a gentle, loving smile.  
  
She stroked my hair and I unbuttoned her shorts. She giggled, her stomach
flexing as she did. I grasped the zipper tab, nerves fluttering in my stomach.
I pulled it down smoothly, trying not to look overly excited, but also trying
not to pull it down too slowly. When I reached the bottom of the zipper, the
flaps had folded back and a triangle of light brown fabric was exposed in the
gap.  
  
"I have to wear nude-colored boy shorts with these so they don't show through
the white fabric," she explained quietly. "Either that or a thong," she said
after a pause. My voice caught in my throat as I looked up at her with wide
eyes. She smiled at me and said, "I thought you were going to help me take
these off."  
  
I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled down. The tight shorts
presented quite a challenge, but with my insistent tugging and the wiggle of
her hips, I soon had the shorts down past her hips and sliding down her
thighs. Holy shit, she looked hot. I didn't think I should be seeing her camel
toe, but it was right there at eye level. I couldn't help but notice it. Becky
cleared her throat, quickly drawing my attention back to her face. She had a
sexy smirk on her face.  
  
"Are you just going to sit there staring at my panties, or are you going to
help me out of this top?"  
  
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry," I stammered, standing up as she turned around. Her butt
looked amazing in those tight panties. The color was just a little lighter
than her skin and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any panties, but I
guess that was kind of the point. She swept her hair over her left shoulder
and looked back at me, tapping at the hasp on the back of her neck, where the
two sides of the halter connected. I disconnected the hasp and the two sides
fell forward over her shoulders.  
  
Keeping her back to me, she pulled them down and began sliding the top down
over her hips. It was at that moment that I realized something; I don't know
how I had missed it.  
  
"You're. . . you're not wearing a bra," I breathed.  
  
"I can't with this top. The straps would show."  
  
"But that means you won't. . . I mean. . ." I tried to tell her that I would
be able to see her breasts, but I didn't know how to say it.  
  
She giggled. "Are you worried that I'll be topless?" she asked.  
  
"Don't you want to cover up?"  
  
"We had a bet. I lost. Underwear only. No bra means only panties for me." She
turned around, cupping her tits. "Is that a problem for you?" She still had
this sexy little smirk on her face.  
  
I couldn't help but smile. Damn, she looked good. I shook my head. "No. Not
really." She smiled back and took a step toward me. She pressed herself
against me and kissed me. I placed my arms around her waist and she pushed her
tongue into my mouth. As our kiss grew in intensity, her hands slid up my
chest and over my shoulders. We embraced as we kissed and I was acutely aware
that she was topless, her bare breasts right up against me, with only my shirt
separating her skin from mine.  
  
I slid my hands down to her ass and caressed it. She moaned into my mouth and
squeezed me tighter. "Oh, god," she breathed into my mouth, "I love you so
much." I could only moan as she rotated her hips against my erection. I felt
one hand leave my back and she leaned back a little, looking me in the eye.
Her hand stroked across the front of my jeans and I gasped at the first time a
girl touched my dick.  
  
"Oh, my god, Becks."  
  
"You're so hard," she said, stroking me up and down through my jeans. "I can't
believe it."  
  
"Believe it," I groaned. "I can't help it; you're so hot."  
  
"Let's get started on that massage," she whispered. She cupped her breasts
again and turned away. Looking over her shoulder, she nodded her head toward
the stairs and turned to walk up toward the main floor. I followed her up to
my room. She walked in and asked me to close the door and to turn around. I
did as she asked. She turned on the lamp and closed my blinds. Walking up
behind me, she pulled my shirt out of the waistband of my jeans and pulled it
over my head.  
  
I felt her hands stroke my back. "You're so strong, Steve," she said quietly.
"I'm going to enjoy this."  
  
I felt her breasts press against my back and my breath was caught short. Her
hands had reached around and were unbuckling my belt. "What are you doing?"  
  
"I can't give you a massage while you're dressed, can I?" she asked quietly.  
  
"Becky, I don't know—"  
  
"If you can control yourself? It's okay, you just relax and let me take care
of everything."  
  
"I've never. . ." I hesitated, wondering if I was being presumptuous with my
warning. I wanted her to know in case any number of things happened that
somehow made me look like an idiot. "I've never done. . .anything. . . you
know, with a girl."  
  
"Good," she said. "I like knowing that we can learn to enjoy each other."  
  
"You mean you've never. . ."  
  
"No. I've never done anything with a boy, either. Just kissing." She continued
to caress my back, my belt now unbuckled, but my button and zipper still
closed. "Part of what Randy wanted from me, was something I wasn't willing to
give him. I had bigger plans for my heart. And my body."  
  
I looked over my shoulder and Becky's face was right by my shoulder. She
looked so beautiful, so peaceful, like she was in exactly the right place. I
smiled. She kissed my shoulder just above my shoulder blade. "Now, where were
we?"  
  
I felt her hands meet at the button on my jeans and looked down to see two
feminine hands unbuttoning my jeans, the first time that had ever happened. I
watched excitedly, unbelieving as she peeled the opening back and grabbed the
tab of my zipper. Her other hand peeled the fly back as it opened more and
more with the lowering zipper. My cock was hard as steel and it looked like an
iron rod draped in fabric as it strained to break free from my microfiber
boxer briefs.  
  
Becky pushed my pants down with one hand while she ran her other palm up and
down my shaft, moaning behind me. I could feel her hot breath on my back, and
suddenly recognized her breasts pressing against my back. I throbbed at the
thought of it.  
  
"Lie down on your stomach," she said as I kicked off my shoes and pulled my
jeans the rest of the way off. I lay on my stomach as she said and she
straddled my thighs, the naked skin of her bare legs resting on my own. I like
this underwear," she said as she stroked my ass. "What kind is it?"  
  
"It's, uh, microfiber, I think."  
  
"It looks amazing on you. Your butt looks incredible." She squeezed my globes
as she said it. I don't think I had ever had anyone compliment my butt before
and frankly, it felt a little weird. Not bad, just weird. I have to admit, it
was nice, though, to think that Becky liked it.  
  
Her hands pressed into my back and for a few minutes she massaged my muscles
firmly, occasionally just rubbing her hands on my skin. I heard her moan and
her thighs squeezed me on occasion. My head was turned so I was facing the
wall and my erection was pressed against the mattress. I sighed at her touch
and she stopped for a moment before continuing on. Her own sighs and moans
became more frequent and I began to feel her glide back and forth on my butt.
After a few minutes her breathing picked up and Becky whined, "Oh, my god,"
before letting out a series of short, sharp breaths, followed by a long sigh.
She leaned forward onto my back and I felt her breasts against my bare back.  
  
"I want to see you," she said.  
  
Surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?"  
  
"I mean, I want you to turn over so I can look at you and so you. . . so you
can look at me."  
  
I considered what that meant and smiled. "Okay. I want that, too."  
  
"Yay," she giggled. She lifted up and knelt beside me. When I rolled over,
there she was, her hair draped over her shoulders and her naked, perfect
breasts proudly exposed.  
  
"God, you're hot," I said.  
  
She laughed. "Thank you. You are, too." She caressed my chest and stomach in
circles. I didn't really know where she was looking as she did this, because I
was focused on those perfect, perfect tits. Her areolae were perfect circles
of a light pinkish brown with somewhat large, erect nipples protruding from
the centers. Her breasts were teardrop-shaped, rounded at the bottom, but with
a little sag to them; like I said, they were perfect, slightly large for her
small, toned frame.  
  
I was snapped back to attention when I felt her hand glide over my erection. I
looked up and saw her smiling at me, with a questioning look. With a knot in
my stomach, I nodded and her face relaxed into a natural smile. She turned her
attention back to my dick and caressed it more deliberately. She explored and
I moaned. She gripped and I groaned. She squeezed it and I gritted my teeth at
the exquisite pleasure.  
  
"What's this?" she asked, touching the head of my cock. I lifted my head to
look down and saw her pulling her finger from my boxer briefs, with a pool of
silver against the black of the microfiber. She lifted her finger and rubbed
her finger and thumb together. "It's slippery. Did you. . ."  
  
"No," I shook my head. "It's pre-come. It means I'm excited. For you."  
  
She smiled at me. She stuck her hand into her panties and made a pleasurable
face before pulling it back out and showing me her glossy middle finger. "I'm
excited for you, too." She leaned over me, placing both hands on the bed and I
felt her nipples graze against my chest before her lips met mine. She rested
on my chest as her tongue probed my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist,
reveling in the feel of her nearly naked body against mine as we kissed. I
squeezed her round ass and rolled us over onto our sides. In a moment I was on
top of her, angled across her body.  

I slid my hand up her body, waiting for an interruption that would never come,
and soon cupped my first breast, my beautiful cousin's perfect tit. She sucked
in a rush of air at my touch, and moaned into my mouth. "Touch it," she
whined. "Play with my tit." She forced her tongue back into my mouth,
obviously as turned on by this as I was (or at least I hoped she was). I
freely groped and squeezed her breasts, alternating back and forth between
them, experimenting. I was honestly surprised at how they felt, having never
felt one before, soft and pliable, but bouncing freely back to their normal
state immediately. The skin of her areola was a softer skin, smoother, but
with small bumps scattered throughout, and the erect nipples were rubbery and
knobbed, something I had not expected. It was thrilling and surprising and I
continued to trickle into my shorts as my prick pulsed while we played.  
  
"I want to see it," she breathed, before kissing me again.  
  
"What?" I pulled back. Our faces were only inches apart.  
  
"This," she said, squeezing me through my underwear. "I want to see it. I want
to make you come. We can make each other come." She stroked me as she said it,
almost making it impossible for me to deny her request.  
  
I nodded.  
  
She smiled.  
  
Without another word, she quickly slid down by my knees and pulled my
underwear down by the waistband. "Oh!" she squealed when I snapped up, free of
the underwear, slapping against my belly. Becky looked at it as she pulled my
shorts the rest of the way off my feet. Rising on her knees, she walked to me
on the mattress and gripped my shaft in her warm hand. "It's hot!" she
giggled. "And hard and soft at the same time."  
  
"If you're trying to make me come right now, you're doing a good job," I said
through gritted teeth.  
  
"No! Here," she said kneeling upright again, "Take off my panties." I
nervously pulled at her waistband and her panties rolled down her hips,
getting stuck or caught at her pussy before snapping free, catching up to the
rest of the panties, which were a couple of inches further down her thighs.
Becky's pubic hair was trimmed into a small triangle that pointed at her
flared dark pink lips, which stuck out from inside a crease. I had remembered
that the crease would be from the labia majora and the lips sticking out would
be the labia minora. Suddenly those drawings and labels were making a lot more
sense.  
  
I forced myself to look away as I pulled the panties down further, Becky
allowing me to remove them by lifting first one knee, then the other as she
steadied herself on my shoulders. I noticed a wet patch on the crotch of her
panties, and, without thinking, I touched it curiously. It was slick, almost
like a very thin gel lubricant. I laughed lightly, finally getting the phrase,
which I muttered to myself. "Snail trail."  
  
"What?"  
  
"Sorry. I was just thinking of something Brad told me one time."  
  
"You were thinking of Brad?" she smiled, one eyebrow raised.  
  
"No," I laughed. I held her panties up to her, inside out with the crotch
draped over my fingers. "He told me this was called a 'snail trail.'"  
  
"Well, that's romantic," she smiled.  
  
"Sorry," I apologized, suddenly thinking I had ruined the moment.  
  
She touched it and rubbed her thumb and middle finger together again. "Makes
sense, though," she shrugged, laughing. She tossed the panties to the side and
grabbed my wrist, placing my hand right against her pussy. Her eyes closed and
she took a deep breath. "This, I think, is more appealing."  
  
"Oh," I moaned. "Wow." I rubbed back and forth gently. Her lips were soft and
wet. I had never felt anything like it. This wasn't really what I imagined
they would feel like. I guess I didn't know what they would feel like. They
were thinner than the lips on her mouth, but I knew from science that it was
the same kind of skin. I had only been familiar with my own cock and balls to
this point. I knew what when people were sexually aroused, their genitals
filled with blood and that's why the penis became erect; I hadn't given much
thought to the softness of an aroused woman. It made sense, though, but like I
said, up to this point, everything was theory.  
  
"That feels so good, Steve," she sighed, her hips starting to move against my
hand. She eased down next to me on the bed and opened her leg up so that one
leg was flat on the bed and the other had the knee pointing at the ceiling and
her foot planted flat on the mattress. As she lay down, I rolled onto my side
to face her and we kissed again, this time with my hand stroking her pussy.  
  
Becky gripped my dick firmly and pulled up on it, but I said, "Barely hold
it." She nodded and we kissed as we stroked each other. Her grip was very
loose and her hand glided gently over my skin. I groaned into her mouth and
fed her a steady supply of pre-come to lubricate me with. She learned pretty
quickly, apparently picking up on my responses to her various touches. As she
experimented with stroking my shaft, caressing the head, and rubbing lightly
at my balls, I experimented with her as well.  
  
At a couple of points, she let go of me and directed my hand. My cousin
pressed against the back of my middle finger as I caressed her, and pushed it
slightly into her. She moaned long as I sunk my finger into her. Again, I was
amazed at the soft, wet heat inside her pussy. The walls were soft and. . .
not spongy, that's not the right word. Pillowy? It was like nothing I had ever
felt. Becky was incredible and sensual inside and out.  
  
As we kissed and explored, her breathing picked up and she let go of my cock,
grabbing at my wrist instead and burying her tongue in my mouth, frantic to
kiss me. "My clit!" she demanded, pulling my hand up before stopping it with
my fingers at the apex of her lips, where I could feel a small knot. She
gasped and moved my hand back and forth across it a couple of times, gasping
and flinching at my touch.  
  
Becky pulled away from me and arched her back, thrusting her chest at me as
she pulled my head against her breast, "Suck my tit!" she breathed. I was
happy to oblige. Her hand returned to my cock, her grip a little firmer, and
she would occasionally squeeze it as she stroked the full length, bringing me
closer to my own release. Honestly, I don't know how I had lasted this long
already, except that I think I was concentrating so hard on learning Becky's
body. I alternated between her nipples, sucking on them and whipping on them
with my tongue as they were trapped between my lips and teeth.
"Mmmmffffuuuhhh..." she cried while flinching on my hand and gripping my head.
Her leg dropped and trapped my hand between her clenching thighs and her fist
locked around my shaft near the base.  
  
Becky's breathing was erratic for a short time before she went limp on the
mattress, giggling when she looked at me. "Wow," she sighed. I smiled back.
God, she was beautiful. I leaned in for a kiss and she returned it, stroking
my cheek. "We're not done yet," she winked. She looked me in the eye and slid
her hand down my body to my crotch. Her eyes went wide in mock surprise. "Look
what I found," she exclaimed. She began stroking me lightly again and moved
toward me for a kiss. This time we kissed like gentle lovers as she stroked me
lovingly. Then she whispered.  
  
"Come for me, Steve. I want to feel your cum on me."  
  
"Ungh," I grunted, feeling my asshole twitch as the tingle started.  
  
"That's it," she said, her lips resting on mine. "I want that load to cover
me. Can you do that for me?"  
  
"Yeah," I stuttered. The burn suddenly increased exponentially and I warned
her, knowing from experience that my release was about to burst out of the
head with pretty significant force. "Fuck, Beck!" I grunted and she pulled
away enough to look down.  
  
She squealed as my seed ejected through the tip of my painfully hard cock. She
continued to stroke me and I continued to shoot. After a few, I don't know how
many, spasms, I stopped firing and she slowed her stroking. "Oh, my god, that
was a lot of cum."  
  
"That felt so good, Becks." I rolled onto my back, my arm flopping out to the
side. I was sweating from the heat, from my effort, and from the sexual
excitement. "Holy cow," I sighed, trying to catch my breath.  
  
She sat up. "I am absolutely covered, Stevie."  
  
I looked up and she had her left arm held out in front of her. Her hand and
forearm were coated, her stomach and thigh were spattered all the way up to
the underside of her perfect right tit, and she had a delighted look on her
face as she examined herself.  
  
Becky looked past me at the clock on my nightstand and said, "It's only 8:30.
Plenty of time." She turned and bounced up off the bed. "Come on, let's go get
cleaned up." She walked out of my room and I heard the shower turn on in the
bathroom at the end of the hall. I tiredly turned to sit on the side of the
bed and noticed that my dick was hanging low and swollen, but soft, the end
slick with my own cum. I snickered and shook my head before standing up. I
walked out the door and saw Becky walking down the hall toward me, my seed
still sliding down her stomach. "There you are," she smiled. "Come on." She
took my hand and led me into the shower before closing the door behind her.  
  
We spent the next few minutes soaping each other up and rubbing on each
other's slick, wet bodies. We were not ashamed to explore, groping and
squeezing as we kissed. Her hand quickly brought me back to maximum hardness
and I brought her to another orgasm with my fingers, my mouth on her nipple.  
  
As we recovered and rinsed off, Becky stroked my cock and said, "I guess we
should get some supper, huh?"  
  
"Probably."  
  
She turned off the water and grabbed a towel. "You pick a movie on demand and
I'll order us some Chinese." I agreed and we dried off.  
  
As Becky dried her hair with a towel, gripping the wet strands and squeezing
them through the soft, blue towel she said, "Don't put on any underwear. Just
some shorts. I want access." She winked.  
  
"What are you going to wear?" I asked.  
  
"A t-shirt," she smiled. She opened the door, hung up her towel and walked
naked to the guest room. I followed her in and leaned against the doorframe,
my dick swollen with excitement as I watched her tits sway while she pulled
out an oversized t-shirt with "My finger, pull" printed on it, Yoda in
profile, his crooked finger extended in invitation. I laughed at her shirt and
she said, "You like it? DJ brought it back from Disney when he ran the
marathon there."  
  
"That's awesome," I laughed.  
  
She walked toward me and kissed me on the lips, giving me a single stroke.
"You'd better cover this thing up or you'll make the delivery guy jealous."  
  
"When he sees you, he'll already be jealous of me."  
  
"You're sweet," she said, kissing me again before walking past me to pick up
her cell phone so she could order the food. I slid on my soccer shorts and
followed Becky to the living room. As she placed the order, I scrolled through
the selection of movies. I snapped my fingers at her as she spoke, and when
she looked at me, I pointed to the screen with the highlighted teen comedy bar
in bright yellow against a field of blue. She gave me a thumb's up and
continued to verify our address. She plopped down on the couch, sitting on one
foot while the other swung freely, bumping the couch on every return.  
  
"He said 30-40 minutes," she answered before I could ask.  
  
"That gives us some time," I said.  
  
"I don't want to be interrupted," she smiled. "Besides," she traced my calf
with her toe, "I promise to make it worth the wait."  
  
"How so?"  
  
"There's two things I've always wanted to do with a boyfriend besides just
sex."  
  
"What would that be?"  
  
She slid onto the floor between me knees and rested her hands on my thighs.
"I've always wanted to give him a blowjob while he relaxes on the couch."  
  
"Wow," I sighed. My dick twitched at the prospect. She noticed and giggled.
"I've always wanted to eat my girlfriend while she lies back on the couch,
too," I said.  
  
She laughed, "That's the second thing." I smiled.  
  
"Do we have to wait?"  
  
"I want some buildup time. I want you to know what's coming. I want us to get
our energy up so that you can give me a nice big load of cum and so you can
eat me until I can't take it anymore."  
  
"Damn, Beck," I said, still kind of stunned.  
  
She stood, grabbed the remote control, hit play, and went to the fridge to
grab two beers from our parents' stash. She returned and settled in next to
me, leaning on the arm of the couch with her feet extended toward me. "Ste-
eve," she sang. I looked over at her and she spread her knees apart, giving me
a perfect view of her bright pink pussy, glossy with excitement. In one hand
she held her beer and with the other, she swiped at her pussy with her middle
finger before extending her hand toward me. "Have a taste," she invited.  
  
I leaned over and took her finger into my mouth. I couldn't describe the
taste. The only thing I could think to describe it as, is pussy. But I liked
it. "Delicious," I said. "I want some more."  
  
"Later," she said. She nodded at my crotch and said, "Your turn." Almost
immediately catching on, I pulled the front of my shorts down so that they
were hooked behind my balls, my STILL hard cock sticking out, and I gripped
the base, squeezing firmly and pulling toward the head to bring a large clear
dollop of pre-come to the tip. I scooped it up with my finger and reached out
toward my cousin, who was already leaning in for her treat. She swirled her
tongue around my finger as she enveloped it in her mouth. She pulled almost
all the way off before reversing direction and driving forward. She did this a
couple of times, looking me in the eyes as she sucked on my finger. She pulled
off and licked her lips. "Yummy. I can't wait to taste it straight from the
source."  
  
"Want some more?" I asked, trying to be bold, but my voice cracked, giving
away my excitement.  
  
She giggled. "Trust me, I'll get plenty after dinner." I twitched again and
she smiled, noticing it in my exposed cock. That pulse sent another bead of
pre-come surging out the tip and rolling down the side. "Okay, maybe just one
more," she sighed. She quickly leaned over and ran her finger up along the
side, catching the rolling droplet before bringing it to her mouth and sucking
it off. Without another word she took a sip of her beer and turned her
attention back to the movie, resting on her hip with her legs together and
curled up. I pulled my shorts back over my erection.  
  
The next half an hour was uneventful with Becky watching the movie and me
trying hard to watch it, even though my attention was primarily focused on my
half-naked cousin pointing her wet pussy at me after sucking my pre-come off
her finger.  
  
When the Chinese food finally arrived, I moved to stand, but Becky spun her
feet around to the floor, insisting that she get it. I was a little worried
about the shirt being too short, but it came to just below her ass. "What? Are
you worried he'll see my pussy?" She waved it off, saying, "That will only
happen if I do this." With that, she bent forward, facing away from me, giving
me a beautiful, albeit brief, peek at her perfect ass and glistening pussy
lips. Before she stood, she quickly slid her middle finger into her pussy from
between her legs and withdrew it to stand up. She didn't even look back as she
sucked her finger clean while walking to the door.  
  
The look on the delivery guy's face was classic as a beautiful brunette in
nothing but a long t-shirt opened the door. She took the bag of food from his
hand and gave him the cash before wiggling her fingers in a wave and closing
the door. She never said a word. She didn't even act like anything unusual had
just happened. Instead, she walked to the kitchen with the bag, grabbed a few
napkins and came back with the boxes on plates, setting them on the floor in
front of the couch. She gave me a sly little grin before she sat on the couch
and leaned over to grab a plat and napkin, sticking the chopsticks in the rice
and handing the plate to me. She repeated the process with herself, knowing
full well that she was showing me her ass and pussy as she bent forward, a
little sideways, to grab her dinner.  
  
I offered to get a couple more beers and she said thank you as I stood. I went
to the kitchen and returned with the bottles, having opened them in the
kitchen. When I handed Becky her beer, she reached forward, but grabbed my
erection instead of the bottle, stroked it a couple of times through my
shorts, then took the bottle with a smile.  
  
"You're a horrible tease," I said.  
  
She was drinking her beer when I said it, but she answered. "Mm," she grunted,
swallowing her mouthful before continuing. "That's only true if I don't follow
through. You should know just from the last couple of hours that I'm not a
tease."  
  
"Okay, I'll give you that one."  
  
We talked and laughed as we relaxed into the movie, naturally making fun of
the absurdity of their dilemma and the continually increasing catastrophe of
their attempts to solve the problem. Although there was little outright sex
involved, their was a near constant discussion of it and plenty of bikini-clad
(and occasionally topless) girls on display.  
  
As soon as the end credits began to roll, Becky scooted in for a kiss. Our
hands were all over each other. I squeezed her perfect ass, pulling her cheeks
apart as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I slid my hand toward the
center and eased my middle fingers into her pussy from behind. "God, Steve,"
she grunted. "That's amazing." I worked my fingers in and out as we kissed.
Becky pulled back and ripped her shirt off over her head. I immediately
attacked her tits with my hands and mouth and my cousin shoved her hand down
my shorts. I was slick with arousal and her hand quickly greased my pole.  
  
She quickly backed off, a look of fire in her eyes. "I can't wait any more,"
she breathed, pulling my shorts all the way off and eyeing me hungrily. "Just
relax," she said, dropping to her knees. She gripped my shaft at the base and
shoved her mouth down to her fist.  
  
I grabbed the couch cushions on either side of me, screaming at the intensity
of the wet heat that suddenly engulfed my sensitive head. My whole body
immediately tensed up and I knew I wouldn't last long at all.  
  
"Mmmmm," she moaned around me, bobbing up and down, her tongue working wildly.
She looked up at me as she worked and her other hand was tucked between her
legs. I could see her tits bob when she began jerking me with her hand,
holding it against her lips so that she backed almost all the way off, leaving
a thick coating of saliva on my cock before engulfing me again, her hand
bumping against my groin. It felt like her mouth took all of me because her
wet hand followed all along until my head was far into the back of her mouth.  
  
The soft, wet caress of my cousin's hand and mouth, combined with the teasing,
her nakedness, and whatever else was rattling around this whole series of
events, all compounded to flood my blood stream with pleasure, my nerves
firing constantly.  
  
"BECK!" I grunted.  
  
"MMMMMmmmm!" she replied, looking into my eyes and stroking hard and fast.  
  
"AAAAAHH!" My hips thrust up off the couch and my balls sucked up into my
stomach, blasting a force of my cum into Becky's mouth. She moaned as she
struggled to swallow it, stopping her stroking and keeping her mouth around
just the head. I couldn't believe it, but she swallowed every drop, not losing
any of it. After a long volley of ejections into her mouth, I finally
collapsed onto the couch, my eyes trying to focus on. . . hell, on anything,
really.  
  
Becky's hand had loosened on me, but it gripped me again and I was able to
focus enough to see her convulse on her own hand, her tits jiggling as she
came on her fingers. She dropped her cheek onto my thigh, her breath hot on my
shaft and balls. I forced myself to sit up a little so I could pull her up
beside me on the couch. She rested beside me, leaning on my chest with my arm
around her, rubbing her back.  

"Thank you, Beck," I whispered. "That was amazing."  
  
"Mmm," she sighed, snuggling even closer somehow, her shoulders shrugging.
"That was so cool. I'll have to do that more often."  
  
"I can't believe you got off on sucking me off."  
  
She sat up a little and looked at me with love in her eyes. "I did. I can't
explain it. It was you, who I love, and it was your dick, which is, god,
beautiful. . . I was just really turned on." She paused with a smile. "Still
am."  
  
"My turn?" I asked with a smile. She nodded shyly. "Lie down," I said, moving
to the floor. Becky scooted down so her ass was at the edge of the couch, and
spread her legs open right in front of me. "Beautiful," I said quietly,
looking at her wide-open pussy.  
  
I kissed her right on the labia and breathed in her scent. It was familiar to
me now, and I loved it. She gasped at my touch and I stroked lightly up her
inner thighs, just enjoying the touch of her smooth skin under my fingers. I
felt her hand tangle lightly in my hair as I licked tentatively at her lips.
"Tell me what you want, okay? I've never done this before."  
  
She smiled. "Thank you," she said quietly.  
  
I explored by licking softly and firmly, pulling on her lips with mine, and
sticking my tongue into her, and she was responding to all of it. She
whimpered, gasped, moaned and sighed. After a few minutes she said in a
strained voice, "My clit. Don't forget my clit." I planted myself there and
she groaned in response. As I circled it lightly, making my tongue pass over
it in quick succession, she began to grow louder and more enthusiastic in her
responses to my efforts. She held my head in place and moved her hips against
my mouth quickly. She came almost immediately and froze while her entire body
tensed up silently. I could feel her muscles in her legs quiver under my hands
and watched her abs flinch in a quick, steady rhythm. After a few seconds she
relaxed back onto the couch and her legs slowly lowered so that her feet were
on the floor as I pulled back.  
  
I knew that my mouth, cheeks and chin were slick with a mix of her arousal and
my own saliva. It must have matched her crotch and inner thighs. Her brown
patch of hair was matted in short curls around her clit and labia, which were
flared open, slick, and bright pink, exposing the entrance to her pussy, with
a tiny opening just above it, which I knew to be her urethra. I took a moment
to get a good look at her while she was recovering. It really did look
beautifully complex; I also knew I was currently in love with every part of
Becky.  
  
"Don't even think about it," she muttered with heavy breath.  
  
I looked up and saw her smiling at me with lidded eyes. "Think about what?" I
smiled back.  
  
"I'm exhausted. If you put that mouth or hands back on me right now, I won't
be able to take it."  
  
"I'll get us something to clean up with, then," I said. She smiled and nodded.
I walked to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth, cleaning myself first
before reheating it and bringing it to Becky. She cleaned herself and then we
wiped down the leather couch. I helped my cousin off the couch and we both
went to put on more clothes, Becky in her traditional pajamas and me in a pair
of lounge pants and t-shirt. We put on another movie, ate some more Chinese
and fell asleep as I curled up behind Becky on the couch.  
  
******  
  
"Get up," my mom whispered. "Becky? You need to get to bed, sweetie." I
stirred at the sound, and saw Mom lightly shaking my cousin's shoulder. Mom
looked up at me, smiled a little and said, "Get her to bed." I nodded and my
mom kissed me on the head before heading upstairs.  
  
"Becky?" I said a little louder, shaking her shoulder.  
  
"Mm." She buried her face in her pillow and covered her eyes with her hand. I
sat up a little more and pulled at her arm.  
  
"Come on," I said. "It's late; everyone's home." I noticed that the Chinese
boxes and bottles were gone and the television was off. The only lights on
were the two that were at the hallways downstairs and upstairs.  
  
"Leave me here," she mumbled. I laughed a little and stood. She must have been
wiped out. She was a heavy sleeper, but had no problem getting up early once
she had rested enough. She let me pull her up and she stumbled along up the
stairs and down the hall, with me turning out the lights as we went.  
  
My parents' door was open and Mom was hanging up her dress. She looked out at
us when Becky said, "Take me to your room; I want to stay there." She didn't
realize my mother could hear us since Becky was still mostly asleep. I looked
at Mom and she nodded lightly before closing her door. I turned into my room
and pulled back the covers on my bed. Becky slid in and I closed the door and
turned off the light. I slid in beside her and in a few minutes I was sleeping
again.  
  
******  
  
The summer sun snuck in through the space between my window frame and the edge
of my blinds, just so it could poke me in the eye. I turned away and noticed
that I was alone in my bed. It shouldn't have surprised me; I'd always woken
up alone. Last night, however, Becky had requested to sleep in my bed and she
was dead tired from. . . well. . .  
  
I looked at my clock and realized the problem: it was 9:15. I come from a
family of early risers. When we would visit my grandparents, my grandfather
used to accuse me of sleeping my life away if I wasn't up before 7. By that
time he had already done a full day's worth of work, he said. Of course he
went to bed at 8pm, so there's that. I rolled out of bed and went to the
bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.  
  
I walked into the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table with my dad,
both of them fully dressed and drinking their coffee. She was on her phone.  
  
"No, I don't think it would be a problem. . . Not really concerned, just. . .
I just think it would be good for them to get a little perspective. . . Are
you sure you don't mind?" She looked at Dad and smiled a little, nodding.
"Thank you so much. We'll take care of it."  
  
"Morning," I said, pulling my mug off the drying rack.  
  
"Morning," they both replied.  
  
"Who was that?" I asked, nodding toward Mom's phone on the table.  
  
"That was Lewis. I just need to get his help with something," she said before
taking another sip of her coffee.  
  
"Becky went to breakfast with her parents this morning early, and we already
ate, so if you want something, you're on your own," said Dad, not looking up
from the paper.  
  
I grabbed a bagel and toasted it before adding some cream cheese. I checked my
social media feeds while I ate. Becky and her parents came in. She walked past
me, hip-checking my shoulder hard enough to make me drop my bagel onto the
table, cheese-side down. "Watch it, fatass."  
  
"Shithead."  
  
"Well," said her mother, "I'm glad you two are back to your old selves."  
  
"What?" I asked.  
  
Mom stood up and my dad followed. "Come on," he said, looking at Mom. "If you
want some coffee, now's the time." He turned and walked into the living room,
the other three adults refilling their coffees. I did the same, and made one
for Becky before walking into the living room.  
  
"Have a seat," Dad motioned to the two empty cushions on the couch. I looked
at Becky nervously. I had never seen anything like this before.  
  
"You're not going to teach us mahjong or anything, right?" I asked with a
smile. No one laughed. Gulp!  
  
I sat beside Becky, whose hands were folded in her lap.  
  
"I'm just going to get right to it," Aunt Brenda said, looking between the two
of us. "What happened yesterday?"  
  
My stomach sank. "What?"  
  
"At the falls. And last night," Dad countered. He pointed quickly back and
forth between Becky and me. "You two. What happened? What did you get up to?"  
  
"I don't know what you mean," answered Becky.  
  
"Yes you do." Uncle Doug interjected without apology. "When we got home last
night you two were curled up like lovebirds on that very sofa and there were
empty beer bottles everywhere. What happened?"  
  
I started getting defensive. "What are you getting at?" I asked, looking
around the room.  
  
Mom sighed. "We're not mad. We just want you two to be honest with us. Please,
Steve."  
  
I decided to take a bullet just to end it and to protect Becky. "I kissed her
at the falls yesterday. She didn't ask me to, I just—"  
  
"—Kissed me back," she blurted. "After I kissed him." Her chin was raised in
defiance, her lips tight.  
  
"Thank you," sighed my dad, slumping back in his seat. "It's about damned
time."  
  
Everyone else relaxed, too.  
  
Except me.  
  
And Becky.  
  
We were both confused. "What?" I asked.  
  
"We're not idiots, guys," said Uncle Doug. "We've seen this coming for a long
time. DJ even asked about it when he was away at college. 'Are Becky and Steve
dating yet?' he would ask."  
  
"But we just. . . yesterday. . . we just realized it ourselves."  
  
"No you didn't," Aunt Brenda argued. "You just admitted it yesterday. You've
both known for a long time." She looked around the room as she said, "We all
have," as everyone nodded.  
  
Mom added, "You've been best friends your whole lives, but then in about
eighth grade you started flirting. We knew it was just a matter of time."  
  
"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Becky.  
  
"Like what?" asked Doug.  
  
"Anything! 'You're cousins' or 'Don't date family', stuff like that!"  
  
I put my hand on Becky's arm to help calm her down. She looked at me like she
had been betrayed. I asked my dad quietly. "Who all knows?"  
  
"Just us in this room, although almost everyone could see it coming."  
  
"And Lewis and Shirley," added Mom. "That's what we were talking about this
morning."  
  
"What?! Why? What if you had been wrong?!" I asked, hot under the collar.  
  
Mom dropped her head and raised her eyebrow, giving me that familiar look that
said we both knew she was right and my argument was ridiculous; I had become
quite familiar with that look.  
  
"We're not accusing you," Brenda said calmly. "In fact," she paused, again
looking around the circle and receiving gentle smiles and nods, "We're kind of
proud of you."  
  
"Wait," Becky said, shaking her head as if she had just been hit in the head
with a baseball. "Proud?"  
  
"Yeah, I don't get that," I said, still on edge.  
  
Uncle Doug jumped in. "We love you guys and we want what's best for you. We
want you to be happy. We have seen the love you have for a long time. Like she
said, you've been best friends forever and have had crushes on each other for
years, you talk about everything. Apart from the fact that you're cousins,
there's nothing about your relationship that could be construed as remotely
off-center."  
  
"As for the 'cousin' thing," Mom said, "We already have some of that in our
family, so we don't really look at it the same way that maybe some other
families would."  
  
"It took some getting used to," said Dad, "but once I met the family and got
to know them, I couldn't find a flaw other than my own prejudice."  
  
"Me, too," agreed Uncle Doug, taking Aunt Brenda's hand. "I came to grips with
it a long time ago."  
  
"So we have other family that are. . . whatever you want to call it?" Becky
asked, surprised.  
  
I wanted to know. "Who?"  
  
"Lewis and Shirley," answered Mom.  
  
"Darius and Janet," Aunt Brenda added.  
  
"And Kevin and Mya." Mom answered again.  
  
"Not to mention Pete and Carol, our grandparents," Brenda concluded.  
  
"Wow," Becky said, stunned. Her shoulders dropped as she processed through it.
She looked up. "So, you're really. . . okay with. . . us?"  
  
"Oh, baby," Aunt Brenda said, settling in front of Becky and taking both our
hands. "We couldn't love you more. We've had a long time to expect this and to
work through whatever doubts we might have had and I promise, we're all in
agreement: we want you two to be happy, and if that means you are together,
we're more than okay with it." She smiled at each of us sincerely.  
  
"Now," sighed Mom, "The key is to let you have time to process through it.
Realistically, not like young teenagers in love who just think everything is
rosy, but like a couple who will have real-life struggles ahead of them. I've
set it up so that you have some time with Lewis and Shirley. Steve, when
Becky's family goes home on Sunday, you're going with them. You'll stay with
them for a day or two and then you and Becky will go to Lewis' house for the
rest of the week. They have agreed to mentor you, for lack of a better word,
on what it means to be a part of a romantic relationship with your cousin.
They are open to answer whatever questions you have, but they also want total
honesty in answering their questions."  
  
"Mom. . ."  
  
"You don't get to object," she said firmly, but dripping compassion. "You both
need this, and you know how much Lewis and Shirley love you." She smiled. "He
promised me that you would have a good time and he wants you to be able and
come away to relax together. As a couple."  
  
Becky began to tear up and nod her head. "Thank you," she said, gripping her
mother in a hug tightly. They wept together and everyone else stood up. Both
of the men gave me a quick hug before my mother hugged me tightly, kissing my
cheek. When she pulled away, she wiped a tear from her cheek, laughing a
little. She excused herself to get cleaned up and I watched Becky and Aunt
Brenda release their hug and laugh as they tried to wipe away the still
flowing tears. When Mom returned, she handed them each a handful of tissues,
bringing more small laughs from the two ladies.  
  
******  
  
Lewis pulled me in tight for a hug as I stepped out of the truck and I turned
to see Becky getting the same treatment from Shirley. Lewis and Shirley are
technically our second cousins, and are first cousins to each other, just like
Becky and me. I saw Becky nod and smile when Shirley whispered in her ear as
they hugged. Shirley hooked her arm into Becky's as they walked toward the
large house, and Becky turned to look at me and smile that beautiful smile. I
smiled back and focused on helping Lewis pull the luggage from the truck bed.  
  
An hour later I was riding next to Lewis on his Gator, rolling through the
woods on his large property. They had bought the property a long time ago, but
were finally in a position to design and build the house they wanted on it.
The house sat at the back of a small open field, which was a natural yard,
with a large pond in front of the house. He told me how he wanted the house to
be as low maintenance as possible, using a poured slab foundation, high-grade
wood framing, concrete siding, and permanent vinyl paint. All the decking is
composite and all the flooring inside is hardwood. He even bought Shirley "one
of them robot vacuums" so she wouldn't have to do that as often.  
  
"I wanted our time in our dream home to be a dream, you see," he said as he
drove slowly along the trail. "Shirley is the love of my life; always has
been. I want to spend my time with her, not fixing the house and yard. And I
don't want her to spend her time cleaning. We want to be able to enjoy each
other." He stopped the cart and looked at me, settling back in his seat.
"We've been through a lot together," he said seriously. "We've worked hard to
get to this place. Married twenty-seven years so far. We had that one son, you
know, who died a few years back." His eyes were red with tears. "We knew then
that we couldn't waste our time or energy on stupid stuff, or on making anyone
else happy but each other.  
  
"Steve," he said, turning more toward me. "You and Becky understand what's
going on here," he said, pointing to his heart. "No one else may ever get it
like you do. All they may see is incest. They may call you horrible names.
I've been called a pervert more times than I can remember. And people have
been calling Shirley a whore for most of her life, but I can tell you that
she's only ever known one man." He poked himself in the chest as he nodded
somberly, tears in his eyes. He turned to face the front and began driving
again. "People can be cruel, starting with family. You have to be the safe
place for each other. You have to, Steve; if you're going to do this, you have
to be."  
  
Almost immediately he began pointing out things like his timed deer feeder and
raised garden as we circled back through the woods toward the house. When we
broke from the woods I saw Shirley and Becky on the porch swing, glasses in
hand as they swung gently, their toes pushing off the decking of the covered
porch. When they saw us, they both smiled and waved. We waved back and Lewis
muttered something under his breath, but I did hear the word "beautiful."  
  
He pulled the Gator into the large steel shed and we walked up to the porch.
Becky was there alone now, but as we climbed the stairs, Shirley walked out
with two glasses of tea. Lewis pulled the two rocking chairs up and as I was
about to sit down in one, Shirley stopped me. "That's your seat," she smiled,
pointing to the swing. I smiled back and sat down next to Becky and Shirley
took the rocking chair next to Lewis'. We talked and laughed for a long time,
relaxing and enjoying each other's company.  
  
We all helped with dinner. Tonight would be Shirley's chicken fried steak, but
tomorrow Lewis promised his tender BBQ ribs. After dinner we talked in the
living room, the doors and windows open to let the cool breeze blow through
the house. Lewis and Shirley asked us about our relationship and how we each
figured out how we felt. I had not shared the story formally; and Becky shared
how she came to realize it, which I had never heard. Essentially for both of
us it was just, "I just knew."  
  
"That sounds pretty weak," said Lewis.  
  
"It sure does," Shirley nodded.  
  
"Well, it's true," Becky exclaimed, exasperated. "I don't know how else to say
it."  
  
"Oh. In that case. . ." Shirley smiled.  
  
I was confused. "What?"  
  
"Remember what I told you in the woods, Steve? The only ones who really need
to get your relationship are you two. No one understands Shirley and me like
we do. I can't tell you how many times people have asked us about our
relationship and we have yet to be able to give anyone a satisfactory answer,
but look at us: together for nearly 30 years." He squeezed her hand.  
  
"It's okay if you don't have words," Shirley added. "You two know if you're
connected. And the truth is, we see it," she smiled. "And I know your parents
do, because they're the ones who called us."  
  
"Do you think we'll make it?" asked Becky.  
  
"I can't answer that," answered Shirley. "Only you can. You don't decide on
day one to cross the finish line together. You decide every day that no matter
what happens today, we'll be together tomorrow morning. You re-decide every
day. Sometimes that decision is very, very easy, but sometimes it's much
harder, seemingly impossible. Sometimes you have to decide several times a day
that you're going to make it last and you're going to invest your whole heart
into the person you chose to love forever."  
  
"We've had a lot of bad days," Lewis said, looking at Shirley, "But we've had
a lot more good than bad. I'm so thankful that Shirley has decided to stick
with me during those times that I've been a jackass or a damned fool." His
eyes teared up and he looked down at his lap. "When Marcus died, I was angry.
Real angry. I shut off from everyone, including Shirley. I left her to grieve
alone. I didn't mean to do it. I mean, I wanted to be left alone, but I didn't
think about the fact that I was making his mother deal with his death by
herself, and one day she called me on it. I told her that she should leave me
and find someone else." His eyes ran freely now, and so did the rest of ours.
Becky reached for my hand and squeezed it. I took hers in return.  
  
"She wouldn't do it. She loved me more when I had abandoned her than she had
in all the times I had romanced her."  
  
"He never abandoned me," she said tearfully. "He was angry just like I was. I
knew he didn't mean it; he was just lashing out and he felt safe enough with
me to tell me how he really felt, even without using the words he wanted to.
It was hard," she sighed, nodding, "I won't lie. I wanted to walk away. I
didn't want to be treated that way, especially by Lewis, but I knew. I knew
who he really was and what he really wanted, and it was the same thing I
wanted. We wanted each other. It didn't take long for us to apologize and to
come back together to grieve our loss. And we are closer because of it."  

"So don't worry about people getting you," he finished. "You learn to read
each other, invest in each other, and you'll do fine."  
  
"Yep."  
  
"Thank you," I said.  
  
"Yeah, thanks so much," echoed Becky.  
  
"Well," Shirley said, standing, "It's getting late. I'll show you to your
room." Becky and I stood. Shirley pressed her hand to my chest. "Where do you
think you're going?"  
  
I stammered, not knowing how to answer. I looked at Lewis, but he just shook
his head as if he wasn't going to argue.  
  
I sat back down and Becky followed Shirley toward the stairs. Shirley turned
around and said, "I'm just messing with you." Lewis and Becky both started
laughing and I smiled as I stood and walked toward them. Becky took my hand
and Shirley led us up the stairs to a second master bedroom where we had
already placed our luggage when we arrived. Becky closed the door behind us,
locking it, and pressed her body against me. We kissed as she pulled my shirt
up over my head.  
  
"Let's take a bath," she smiled, pulling me by my belt loop. She ran the water
in the large jetted tub and began to undress. I undressed beside her and she
put toothpaste on both our brushes before handing mine to me. I admired her
body as she brushed her teeth through a crooked smile. Her breasts swayed
gently as she brushed and she watched me watching her. As we brushed our
teeth, she went to her suitcase and pulled out a bottle of bubble bath. She
handed it to me and I poured some into the swirling water.  
  
We finished brushing our teeth and Becky put her hair up into an impromptu
twisted bun before settling into the tub in front of me.  
  
"So, what do you think?" she asked as we soaked while I caressed her shoulders
and arms. Her head rested on the front of my shoulder while we talked.  
  
"About them?"  
  
"About us."  
  
"I can't think of anyone I want to be with more than you."  
  
"That's sweet."  
  
"Honestly, I was watching us in thirty years sitting in those same chairs,
holding hands. I could see you and me on the porch swing, or building our own
house away from everything. . ."  
  
"What about the hard stuff?" she asked.  
  
"What about it? Isn't every relationship going to have hard stuff? No matter
who we marry, we'll go through hard times. I can't think of anyone I'd rather
be miserable with, than you."  
  
"Shut up," she laughed, smacking my arm. After a moment she said, "Do you
really think we'll be able to handle all the criticism we'll face?"  
  
"Look at me," I said, scooting back as she sat up and turned a little to the
side to look at me. "I have no idea how bad things would get for us because of
that one aspect of our relationship. I don't know how people will react or
what they will say. What I do know, however, is that our parents know and have
already lent their support. We have Lewis and Shirley to come to for guidance
and encouragement. Finally, I'll have you. If I know that you'll be there
beside me, I'll be able to handle just about anything." I wasn't shooting her
a line, but was being entirely sincere.  
  
"Thank you," she sighed. "I feel the same way. I know that if you love me as
much as I love you, then you won't leave me. And I really think we would be
able to face anything."  
  
"We're here for a few more days and I know Lewis and Shirley will be more than
happy to help us work through some of our fears and tell us how they worked
through them. We need to take advantage of that," I smiled.  
  
"I agree," she said, and leaned in to kiss me before settling back against my
chest again.  
  
We talked some more before Becky stood to get out. I drained the tub and
stood, both of us drying off as I watched her. She took the clip out of her
hair, allowing her chestnut locks to fall around her shoulders. My cousin
walked seductively to the bed, motioning with her finger for me to follow her.
I helped her fold down the duvet and top sheet and slid into bed on the
opposite side from where she climbed in.  
  
As we kissed, our hands stroked each other and quickly found dick and pussy,
balls and ass, clit and nipple. Becky suddenly sat up onto her knees and took
me into her mouth, forcing me to drop my head back onto the pillow with a loud
groan, filled with surprise and pleasure. Her mouth was magic. The handful of
times she had sucked me in the last few days have taught her a thing or two,
and she has said the same about me.  
  
Imagine my surprise when she scooted her hips over against me before lifting
one leg to straddle my head. I knew immediately what she wanted and stroked
her thighs as I began to lick her the way I knew she liked. She moaned around
me and we again silently explored. While I gripped her thighs, I pulled her
open a little. Her pink flower flared open above me and she squealed. She
quickly pulled her head up and squealed, "That's dirty! How do I look, spread
open like that?"  
  
I answered by attacking her clit, forcing her to drop her cheek to my hip as
she continued to stroke me while she moaned loudly. I thrust against her hand
and she immediately buried me back in her mouth. I took two fingers and thrust
them into her pussy from above while I focused my tongue on her clit. She
moaned and writhed as she tried to concentrate on sucking me off, while I had
just as difficult a time focusing on eating her to orgasm.  
  
It worked, however and soon she was off my cock again while she wailed out her
orgasm, flinching on top of me. She rolled off, dislodging my fingers. I
sucked them clean and turned to lie next to her, kissing up her body, stopping
to take her sensitive nipples into my mouth and spending time there to bring
her to another miniature orgasm as she slid off the previous one.  
  
"I want to try something else," she said with a smile. "I read about it and
want to try it."  
  
"Okay," I said, not knowing what was coming. She stayed on her back and
scooted down to the foot of the bed.  
  
"Come here," she said, pointing over her shoulder. At that point I thought I
had an idea of what she wanted and it excited me.  
  
"Are you sure?" I asked as I walked over.  
  
"Mmhmm. I trust you," she smiled. She settled in so that her shoulders were
near the edge of the bed so that the back of her head rested on the side of
the mattress. I stepped forward and she stroked my slick, wet erection with
her fist, then opened her mouth and pulled me toward it. She slid her hand
back to cup and roll my balls as I guided the head into her mouth.  
  
She giggled around me and I pulled out. "Are you okay?"  
  
"Yeah," she giggled. "Everything just looks so funny this way. And your balls
are just. . . right there."  
  
"We don't have to do this."  
  
"I want to." She pulled me back toward her and into her mouth, again lightly
playing with my sac as her tongue swirled around my head. She adjusted her
head a little bit and then she grabbed my ass with her free hand, pulling me
gently forward. I followed her lead and pressed further into her mouth. It
felt amazing. I groaned as I watched her. Her hand left my ass and she pinched
both nipples before she began playing with her pussy, fingering herself and
stroking her clit.  
  
I thrust steadily into her, never too far until her hand came back up again,
wet with her juices and she pulled me in by my ass, giving me a new depth. As
she worked herself over, I started moving more freely. Her groans and mumbling
helped me pick up on where she was and she began taking me deeper. My dick was
shiny with a thick coating of her saliva. Becky slurped sometimes as she
worked, which for some reason really turned me on. Sometimes I would watch her
mouth and sometimes her hand or her gently bobbing breasts.  
  
It didn't take me long. "Beck," I grunted, my hips moving on their own,
thrusting a little deeper, bringing a gagging choke from her, before quickly
withdrawing. But instead of pushing me out of her mouth, her hand moved faster
and she started whimpering as we both worked. "Here it is," I warned. She
hummed around me in response and used both hands to pull me into her when I
started to throb. I almost screamed as I shot load after load into her throat,
feeling her tongue press against me and her throat clench up every time she
swallowed. I had to focus to keep from thrusting into her, and my toes gripped
the rug I was standing on as I made fists, not knowing what to grab onto.  
  
I was dizzy and shaky when I quickly pulled back, Becky's hands immediately
clamping on a breast and working over her clit. She wailed again as she came,
her eyes pinched closed with her head still hanging over the edge of the bed
before she somewhat collapsed, limp on the mattress. I knelt in front of her
and when she opened her eyes, they looked unfocused, her face a dark red and
it occurred to me that she probably needed to lie down in a more natural
position. I helped her sit up and a moment later we were curled together. I
reached back and turned off the lamp by the bed before wrapping my arm around
her again after pulling the covers over us. She squeezed my hand and I kissed
the back of her head. That's the last thing I remembered for the day.  
  
******  
  
"Sleep okay?" asked Lewis as I slid into my seat.  
  
"Yes, sir," I said.  
  
"Good."  
  
Shirley walked in just then. "Are you eating breakfast?" she asked. "I'm
making a full course."  
  
"Sure," I said. "Thank you."  
  
Lewis was looking at a file folder. "I'm sure you need to re-fuel." He looked
up at me without moving his head. A knot formed in my stomach and I looked at
Shirley, who was smiling as she measured pancake batter mix in a measuring
cup.  
  
"Oh, wow," I said, dropping my face into my hand. "I'm so sorry."  
  
"Don't be," Shirley laughed. "Young love. It's a beautiful thing."  
  
"Besides," Lewis added with a smile, "That's what we get for leaving all the
windows open."  
  
"Were we loud?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.  
  
"We only heard a little bit," Shirley said.  
  
"Which surprised me, based on how much noise Shirley was making," Lewis chided
nodding at Shirley.  
  
"Lewis!" she laughed, embarrassed.  
  
"Ah," I said, leaning back in my chair, "The truth comes out."  
  
"What truth?" asked Becky, gliding into the kitchen.  
  
"Well," I began.  
  
"Steve!" Shirley begged.  
  
I smiled as I continued. "Apparently we had a bit of an audience last night
because the windows were open."  
  
"Oh, my god," Becky laughed. "Who did you hear? Me or him?"  
  
Lewis started laughing and Shirley followed suit. Soon we were all laughing as
Shirley went back to making breakfast. The tension had officially been broken.  
  
"Listen," Lewis started as we ate, "I have to work today. My office is
upstairs in the detached garage. Shirley's going to make you a picnic lunch,
so I want you guys to enjoy the day together. Don't worry about us. Take the
Gator out around the property and just enjoy each other. There's fishing gear
in the shed and that pond is fully stocked."  
  
Becky and I went back to our room after breakfast and dressed in some
comfortable clothes. She looked amazing as always, in Daisy Duke shorts and a
tank top. I wore shorts and a t-shirt. We made our way out to the shed and
pulled out the fishing gear, agreeing it might be fun later on. We loaded it
into the bed of the Gator and I drove us back up to the house. When we walked
in, Shirley asked us, "Do you like wine?"  
  
"Never really had much," I shrugged.  
  
"I like white wine okay," Becky offered. "Never had red."  
  
"I'll get you a bottle of white, a couple of beers and a few sodas and
waters."  
  
I looked at the counter and there were several plastic containers. My
curiosity got the best of me and I walked over and looked inside.  
  
"No touching!" Shirley warned. I jumped and turned around to catch her smiling
at me as she walked in. She had an insulated soft cooler and we talked as she
began to fill it with drinks from the refrigerator. "I hope plastic cups will
be okay for your wine," she said. I hate to do that, but wine glasses may not
be the best idea for riding around all day on that bumpy trail."  
  
"That's fine," smiled Becky. "Thank you so much for doing this."  
  
"Well, you didn't just come out here to listen to us. You need time to fall in
love with each other properly," she smiled, then after a pause, she shrugged,
"Or to fall out of love. Better to find out now when the relationship can be
more readily stabilized."  
  
She made sense. "Have you ever seen, you know, cousins break up?"  
  
"Well, cousins marrying isn't real common, so I've only known a handful. Our
family has come to be more supportive, but Lewis had a friend when we were
growing up. Bill Carter. Lewis and I had told each other how we felt and our
parents knew, and when he confided in Bill, about a year into our formal
relationship, Bill swore Lewis to secrecy and told him that he was in love
with his second cousin, Danielle. Lewis and Bill talked for several months and
eventually Bill talked to Danielle. They were together for about three years,
and they had been good friends growing up. I'm not exactly sure why they broke
up, but it was ugly; family picking sides, traditions going up in smoke. I
think since then most of the family has worked it out, but last I heard a few
years ago, those two still weren't on speaking terms." She sighed and shook
her head. "Shame really."  
  
"I guess we really need to think this through, huh?" asked Becky.  
  
"Yes, ma'am," Shirley answered. "Talk about it. A lot. Be honest. But don't
let that fear be the basis of your decisions. Go into this with your eyes
open. Then you can love freely. Just like Lewis and me." She smiled. "There,"
she said, zipping up the insulated picnic bag. "These are your drinks, potato
salad and cheesecake," she said, placing her hand on the cooler. "This is your
fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans and rolls. That should be
everything you need. OH! One more thing." She walked through the door to the
laundry room and came back out with two quilts. "Here's a quilt to sit on, and
one to cover up with. Those breezes can get cool once you. . . settle down."
She winked and handed them to Becky, who blushed and nodded.  
  
I picked up the cooler and bag and we both thanked her. As we loaded the
Gator, she came out onto the porch and assured us that they wouldn't come
looking for us unless we were still out there at sundown; we had complete
privacy. She waved and went back inside.  
  
I looked at Becky, who smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Shall we?"
I asked, motioning to the Gator. She nodded and we climbed in. I drove around
the path that Lewis had taken me on yesterday as Becky and I talked and
laughed. As we stopped at a side trail only wide enough for us to walk on,
Becky opened a bottle of soda for us to share and took my hand. We walked
along, talking about our relationship and what we would like to happen, how
many kids to have, what we might imagine life looking like, and more. We came
to a wide creek and sat down on a log, passing the soda between us as we
talked.  
  
We ambled back to the Gator and I offered Becky the driver's seat, watching
her smile as she drove through the rough trail and shallow banks that marked
the narrow road Lewis had carved. Soon enough we arrived on the other side of
the pond, seeing the house in the distance, and parked near a large weeping
willow.  
  
"Let's eat," Becky said sweetly. I had seen some of her domestic side before,
but I had never been the focus of it, and had not really seen the romantic
side of her either.  
  
The wind gently blew the wispy branches of the willow as Becky spread out the
blanket next to the Gator, under the shade of the arching tree. I noticed that
she looked toward the house, stepping sideways to find the best spot for the
blanket. When I knelt on the blanket and looked back at the house, I realized
we couldn't see it. The Gator created a wall that blocked a low view and the
thick foliage of the willow blocked the high view.  
  
"Can I help with anything?" I asked.  
  
"Nope," she smiled. "You relax. Let me take care of you." She pulled the
containers out of the coolers, along with the plastic plates and flatwear.
Kneeling on the blanket beside me she asked, "What would you like?"  
  
"A little of everything."  
  
She picked up a plate and placed a little bit of everything, except for
dessert, onto it before opening the wine and pouring some into a cup. She
handed it all to me and I settled onto the blanket, holding my plate in my lap
as I waited for her to serve herself. She sat at an angle to me so we could
talk, but also so we could look out over the pond and the back of the
property. We actually didn't talk much. It wasn't because either of us was
upset; we were just enjoying each other's company and we had learned that we
could just be together.  
  
When we finished, I placed a slice of cheesecake on each plate and we talked
as we ate. When the cheesecake was finished, Becky and I both cleaned up,
putting everything back into the coolers. I lay down and Becky lay beside me,
her arm and leg draped over me, with her head on my chest.  
  
"Do you think we'll make it?" she asked, sounding worried.  
  
"I don't know what could stop us."  
  
"That's what Bill and Danielle thought, I'm sure."  
  
I sighed. "Becky, there are things I can't guarantee. I can't predict the
future, but my parents have told me over and over that love is a choice we
make. I may not know what will happen from day to day, but I can choose to
love you and only you, every day for the rest of my life. I've already been
doing it for a few years, and I've come to love you more in the last few weeks
than I ever had before."  
  
Her hand circled my chest idly. "What about when I get old or sick or fat?"  
  
"What about if I get old or sick or fat?" I asked. "Will you stop loving me?"  
  
"No."  
  
"Then how come I can't love you, regardless?" I paused and no answer came. "Do
you see the way Lewis looks at Shirley? There's nothing but love there. I can
relate. I know our bodies will change, but I don't ONLY love you for your
body," I smiled, patting her butt.  
  
She reached down and squeezed my cock. "I don't only love you for your body
either. Although," she sighed, "It doesn't hurt that you have a great body."
She looked up at me as she said it, with a gleam in her eye.  
  
I moaned as she continued to stroke me. She rolled over onto me, straddling me
and my hands cupped her ass as we kissed. My cousin began gently grinding
herself on my erection, causing me to moan into her mouth, just as she was
moaning into mine. I slid my hands up her back a little and then tucked them
into her shorts, gripping both bare cheeks firmly. She giggled into my mouth.
"You like my butt, huh?"  
  
"Everything about it," I said, our lips still pressed together.  
  
She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. Her hair fell back into place
as she tossed her shirt to the side. The immediately reached back and
unclasped her bra, allowing it to slide down her arms before she threw it onto
her shirt. My cousin lay down on top of me again and kissed me deeply. I
shoved my hands back into her shorts again, cupping her ass, bringing a groan
from her. She quickly slid up my body and shoved her tits in my face. I took
her nipple into my mouth, alternating between them. She squirmed on my groin
and I worked my hands down her cheeks and my fingers felt the soft, wet skin
of her pussy and asshole.  
  
She moaned and ground even harder against me. I continued to suck on her
nipples while I squeezed and caressed her bare ass and pussy. She quickly
pulled away. "Wait," she breathed. I pulled my hands out and she quickly
stood. She ripped her shorts off before kicking them to the side. She was
absolutely gorgeous, standing there in the sunlight, completely naked. "Take
that off," she said, pointing to my shirt while she bent down and pulled the
string on my shorts. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it
aside, then lifted my hips so she could pull my shorts off.  

Becky straddled me and walked forward until she knelt over my head. She didn't
have to ask me twice to eat her. I played with her tits as I ate her pussy.
She squealed and rubbed her lips against my face. Reaching back, Becky gripped
my cock and stroked it passionately as I licked and sucked on her. Soon
enough, she came on my mouth. I pulled on her nipples as she came, bringing
another squeak from her throat before she relaxed and pulled off my face. She
giggled a little, stroking herself.  
  
She bent down and kissed my cockhead before taking me into her mouth and
bobbing a couple of times, coating me with saliva before sitting up. I was
hard as steel. "I'm ready," she said quietly, swinging her leg over me.  
  
"What? Really?" I was excited to hear her say that.  
  
"Mmhmm," she nodded with a nervous smile. "I know I love you, Steve. You're
the one I've wanted for a long time. I want us to be each other's first and
only lovers for the rest of our lives." She settled onto my groin, pinning my
erection against me, her pussy resting on it.  
  
"I love you, too, Becks. I want to make love to you, only you." She looked so
beautiful just then. The sun brought out the gold and red highlights in her
brown hair, and her soft skin glowed. The same breeze that blew the willow
branches, stirred Becky's hair gently. She smiled at me as she scooted back.
She looked down as she gripped me. I looked down at her hand around my cock.
She lifted one knee, rising up a little, and held my erection almost straight
up. Slowly I felt the hot wet pussy of my cousin slide down over my head and
shaft.  
  
"Oh, god," she sighed, her brow furrowed. She slowly rose back up before
lowering a little, repeating the process, taking more of me each time.  
  
"Oooooh." She had settled all the way down and I felt her perfect ass rest on
my thighs. Becky leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest. She opened her
eyes and smiled at me. "God, I can't tell you how good this feels. I've wanted
this for so long."  
  
I tried to speak smoothly, but couldn't. My voice was strained. "You feel so
good. I can't believe we're doing this."  
  
"Finally," she smiled, biting her bottom lip. She leaned down to kiss me and I
felt her pussy glide along my length. I never knew the inside of a vagina was
so complex. It surprised me that it moved and pulsed, that Becky could flex it
at will. I felt the underside of my head roll over something that felt smooth
and round, which I later came to realize was her cervix. As we continued to
kiss, Becky began to roll her hips, moaning and whimpering into my mouth.  
  
She sat up and my hands automatically went to her thighs, up by her hips. I
watched her tits bounce lightly as she rode me slowly. "You're so beautiful,"
I said. I couldn't describe the love I had for her at the time. She smiled and
picked up the pace, her breath quickening. One hand left my chest and she
began stroking her clit as she rode me. I'll be honest, all this description
makes it sound like I had control and lasted a decently long time. But I
didn't. If I had to guess, I would say it was less than a minute.  
  
"Oh, god," I grunted.  
  
"Are you gonna come in me?" she panted, her eyes filled with lust.  
  
"Can't help it," I strained.  
  
"Don't."  
  
"Sorry! AHHHH!" I blasted into her and she slammed down onto me. She continued
to work over her clit as I loaded her up with my seed. After I finished, She
bounced a few more times before climaxing around me with a silent shudder.  
  
"Holy shit," she sighed, laughing a little. "Sex is awesome!"  
  
"I'm sorry," I said. "I—"  
  
"What for?" she asked, lying on my chest and kissing my lips.  
  
"When you told me not to come, I couldn't help it."  
  
She laughed a little. "I didn't tell you not to come. You said you couldn't
help it, so I told you not to. Not to help it. I wasn't telling you not to
come in me; I was telling you not to hold out."  
  
"Really?"  
  
"Yeah. I wanted it."  
  
"Good," I laughed. "I was worried."  
  
"Trust me, I'm safe." She kissed me again and rolled off to the side. I felt
my cum drip out of her onto my thigh as she rolled off. "One day I won't be.
I'll want you to fill me up so we can have babies. But not today." She kissed
my chest and I stroked her back. After a few minutes of silence Becky reached
behind her and grabbed the second blanket. "Shirley was right," she said,
unfolding it and laying it over us with a smile.  
  
We drifted off to sleep together, the cool breeze blowing over us, and the
rustling of the willow playing a lullaby to ease us into a light sleep.  
  
We awakened about an hour later and made love again. This time my cousin
wrapped her legs around me as I thrust gently into her. Her eyes were closed
in pleasure, her breasts bobbed with each thrust, and her wet pussy gripped
me. Again I came inside her as we kissed and she held me tight in her arms and
legs.  
  
We cleaned up, folded the blankets and loaded the Gator. Becky didn't let go
of my hand for the whole ride back. I couldn't stop smiling.  
  
Shirley and Lewis knew immediately. "Have a good day?" asked Shirley with a
wry smile as we entered the house, coolers and blankets in hand.  
  
Becky looked at me, blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Great day,"
she said, squeezing my hand. Shirley winked at me as she took the coolers from
me and Becky walked past her to put the blankets in the laundry room.  
  
When she returned, Lewis smiled at both of us. "The barbeque is just about
done. Why don't you go get cleaned up for dinner?"  
  
We agreed and headed upstairs to share a shower. I didn't look at Becky the
same after that. In fact I could never look at her the same again. Before that
afternoon I truly believed I was in love. From that point forward, however, I
knew for sure.  
  
EPILOGUE  
  
Becky's perfect ass rippled with each impact as I thrust into her. Her arms
were thrust forward against the headboard, her perfectly manicured hands
pressed against the wood. The white of her knuckles stood in stark contrast to
the bright red nail polish.  
  
Her hair was no longer perfectly set, the way it had been just an hour ago.
Instead, when she spun her head around to glare at me, her wet hair slung
droplets of water across her own back, my stomach and chest, and the sheets of
the luxury bed. "Fuck it!" she demanded, forcing herself back against me,
driving her knees into the mattress. "Drive that cock into your bride's ass!"
She had a wicked smile as she said it.  
  
"Oh, shit," I grunted. I liked the sound of that. "Say that again!"  
  
"You like that, huh?" She rolled her hips as she pulled forward before
spearing herself onto my thrusting rod. "How's this, then?" She used a pouty
voice, one she had used several times in our three years of dating and
engagement, and she knew drove me wild. "Fuck my ass. I want my husband's big
cock in my tight newlywed ass."  
  
"Oh, fuck, Becks."  
  
"Shove that dick in your wife's ass. I saved myself for you, Steve. Yours have
been the only fingers inside me, the only dick I've ever sucked and swallowed
cum from. Your cock has been the only one inside my cunt and ass." She never
stopped moving, and her talk was getting us both more worked up.  
  
"You're so sexy, baby," I said, trying to maintain some composure. "I love you
so much!"  
  
"I love you, too. Cuz."  
  
"Damn!" I blasted deep into her ass, holding her soft, perfect ass right up
against my groin as I blew my load inside her.  
  
"That's it!" she whined, her ass gripping me rhythmically. She had one hand
under her now, stroking her clit and I felt her come just as my orgasm was
finishing up. She slid forward, allowing me to follow her and lay face down on
her back. I was still buried in her ass and kissed the back of her neck.  
  
"Now we need to shower again," she giggled.  
  
"How about that bubble bath instead?" I asked.  
  
"Mmm, that sounds nice."  
  
I kissed her cheek and slid out of her ass, bringing a giggle from her as my
cum seeped out and ran down over her labia. I grazed the back of her leg with
my fingertips as I crawled off the bed and walked to the bathroom. As the
water ran, forming fragrant bubbles, I walked past the bed to the glass door
and opened it, letting the warm breeze refresh our room.  
  
As I looked out at the turquoise ocean, I felt Becky's hands slide around my
waist until I was completely embraced from behind. The familiar feeling of her
beautiful breasts and the warmth of her stomach and mons made me smile. I
wrapped my arms over hers before bringing her hand up and kissing the palm. I
looked at the simple gold band that sat loosely on her finger, nestled against
the modest, but brilliant diamond setting on the narrower band, and I wondered
at why someone like her would fall in love with someone like me. That thought
quickly passed, however, as Becky had always tried to justify her choice, and
eventually convinced me that I just needed to rest in the truth of it rather
than to try and rationalize it.  
  
"I really do love you, Becky," I said quietly, stroking my thumb over the back
of her hand as I looked at the diamond shimmering on her finger.  
  
"I know you do, Steve. And I really do love you." She squeezed me tighter. We
stood in silence for a brief time and Becky moved in front of me. She pointed
out to the hammock under the gauzy gazebo on the beach and said, "After our
bath, I want to curl up with you and nap right out there. I'm exhausted from
the wedding."  
  
"Me, too. But I'm sure I'm not nearly as worn down as you are." I turned to
look at her. "You did an amazing job on the wedding, Becks. It was exactly
like you had told me you wanted it to be. The wedding was beautiful, the
reception was beautiful, and I honestly had a good time."  
  
"You looked so handsome in your tux, too," she smiled.  
  
"Well, I always said I wanted to wear a tux with tails at my wedding," I
shrugged. "But I couldn't take my eyes off you."  
  
"You always say that," she laughed.  
  
"Because it's always true," I smiled. "But it was especially true this
morning."  
  
"Come on," she said, pulling on my hand. "That bath is waiting for us." She
pulled me toward the bathroom, which was only an extension of the large
bedroom in our beachfront bungalow. She grabbed the champagne and glasses off
the dresser and handed them to me before grabbing her cell phone. As I poured
the champagne again, I saw her fingers flying over the screen.  
  
"Who was that?" I asked.  
  
"Everyone. I just told them thank you for making this so amazing and thank you
for the honeymoon."  
  
Just then the phone chimed. She looked at it and laughed, showing me the
screen.  
  
"You're on your honeymoon. Get off the phone." It was from Shirley.  
  
Shirley and Lewis had given us this honeymoon as a wedding gift. As they
handed us the envelope two months ago, they said that they knew we didn't have
much money and that they thought this was something that we could use more
than anything for the apartment. Becky began to cry when she opened it and
tried to give it back, but they wouldn't take it. "They're just vouchers,"
Lewis explained. "You have to register for your flight and the stay under your
own names. It's ten days, and we gave it to you early enough that you should
be able to cancel your other plans.  
  
We hugged them tightly. Ever since that first few days at their house, they
had become very special to us. There's no telling what kind of investment they
have made in us, but our lives have been dramatically changed by them and we
have gone to them countless times for advice and support.  
  
This morning we had a simple garden wedding, but one that had the things we
both wanted: I wanted a tux with tails, Becky wanted a nice wedding dress, and
we wanted our friends and family to be with us. The crowd was small because of
the nature of our relationship. The truth is, we have lost some of our friends
and some of our extended family, but the friends and family who are very
supportive of us made it a wonderful wedding. We had a brief, casual reception
after the wedding and flew the two hours to the small, private resort before
taking a sea plane for the last few minutes of the trip, to the resort's
private island.  
  
Becky stood from the tub first, the suds sliding down her perfect form. She
stepped out and reached for a towel, blotting herself dry as I drained the tub
and dried off. She walked through the bedroom and into the living area before
returning with the cordless house phone and a menu. She brushed her hair as
she looked at the menu, resting it on the bed beside her. After a couple of
minutes she asked how I felt about steak and crab legs for dinner. After I
consented, she called the order in and set the time for 8:30. By the time we
finished freshening up, complete with Becky allowing me to help her lotion up,
the sky was a bright pink and purple, the sun low in the sky, not quite
touching the now deep blue of the sea.  
  
My bride remained perfectly nude, only the wedding set breaking up the creamy
landscape of her amazing body. She took my hand and led me, naked, off the
patio, past the landscape of palm and hibiscus, out onto the cooling white
sand, and toward the gazebo. The gazebo had a hammock, and two lounge chairs
sandwiching a small table. The hammock embraced me as I lay down, Becky
settling in next to me. She pulled a lightweight blanket, the softest I had
ever felt, over us, up just past our waists. We quickly fell asleep to the
sounds of the breeze and waves.  
  
Becky's phone woke us up when it was just turning dark. She hit the button to
cancel the alarm and kissed me before we both stretched.  
  
"Hey, look at that," I said, craning my neck to see over her head.  
  
She looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh, my god! Look!" She sat up,
allowing me to do the same, and we took note of the table that had been set
with covered dishes, a three-wick candle in a glass dome, and a small vase of
low-cut native flowers. The table was level on a wooden platform, covered
corner to corner with a soft rug. As we approached we saw that both chairs had
a fresh folded white robe on the seat. Beside the table an ice bucket on a
stand housed a fresh bottle of champagne. A small hand bell rested on the
corner of the table by the ice bucket with a card that read, "ring for
service."  
  
We enjoyed our dinner on the beach. Becky looked beautiful, unsurprisingly,
and very relaxed. We sometimes ate in silence and sometimes talked about our
future. Mostly we just enjoyed each other. Day one of our marriage was drawing
to a close, but we were still able to make love again, this time more
romantically after dinner, the breeze from the ocean cooling our room as my
new, young bride gently rode me before drawing my seed out of me.  
  
That was still our favorite vacation together and we were able to afford to
return for our tenth anniversary and plan to return for our twentieth, and
every tenth year for as long as we're able.  
  
By our second anniversary Becky was pregnant and when he was born that next
fall, we were both relieved to see that he only had one head and two arms. As
soon as he was born, the doctor placed him on his mother's chest, and both
mother and father joined their son in crying. Becky doted on him as the doctor
cleaned and patched her up and when she had looked her son over, she looked at
me and wiped her brow in an exaggerated manner. I laughed, knowing she was
glad to see that he was totally normal.  
  
When I walked out into the waiting room at the birthing center, both sets of
parents, Becky's brothers, and Shirley and Lewis stood to hear the news. "Our
son and his mother are doing great." They cheered and hugged me. After the
rounds had been made, I turned to Shirley and Lewis. Becky's parents and mine
stepped back and looked at us with smiles on their faces.  
  
"Lewis and Shirley, come on in." They looked shocked.  
  
"But your parents," Shirley started.  
  
"Go," said Mom, waving them in. "We've already talked. We'll be in soon
enough."  
  
"Are you sure?" Shirley begged.  
  
"Shirley," Lewis said, taking her hand, "The longer we wait out here, the more
we're holding up the rest of his family."  
  
"Don't make me wait too long," Aunt Brenda laughed. "I can hardly wait as it
is. Go on."  
  
Shirley nodded and they both followed me in and down to the room. Becky was
covered and her son was resting on her chest in his swaddling blanket and
stocking cap.  
  
"Look at him," Shirley whispered, cooing. She and Lewis smoothed the anti-
bacterial foam into their hands as they admired the little guy.  
  
"You want to hold him?" Becky asked.  
  
"Of course!" smiled Shirley. She scooped him up and I took Becky's hand as we
watched Lewis and Shirley. I sat on the edge of the bed next to my bride,
waiting for the inevitable question.  
  
"What's his name?" asked Lewis.  
  
Becky answered as she squeezed my hand with a smile. "Sargent Marcus
Copeland."  
  
They both looked confused. Or something. "What. . . what did you say?" Shirley
whispered, as both their eyes filled with tears.  
  
"Sargent. Marcus. Copeland," I repeated slowly.  
  
"Oh, my god," Lewis sobbed.  
  
None of us could keep from crying now.  
  
"We're going to call him Marcus," Becky said, choking on the words.  
  
"Hello, Marcus," Shirley whimpered, smiling as she wept, stroking her finger
along his cheek. He kicked a little when she said it, making her laugh a
little.  
  
"We didn't even think twice about it," I said. "When Becky mentioned it, I
knew she was right. It was the right name for him. Since your Marcus was a
sergeant when he was hit, we thought this would be the best tribute."  
  
"Thank you," said Lewis, wrapping me in a tight hug and crying into my
shoulder. I looked down and Becky was wiping tears from her red face.  
  
"Well," said Lewis, stepping back, his hand still on my shoulder as he reached
into his pocket with the other hand and pulled out a square-folded
handkerchief. He wiped his eyes as he said, "I guess we need to step out so
your folks can meet their grandson." Shirley handed Marcus back to Becky.  
  
"Wait," I said. "We want you to think about one other thing. We'd like you to
be his godparents." Becky nodded, patting our son through the blanket.  
  
"What's to think about?" smiled Lewis.  
  
"We'd never say no to that!" Shirley beamed. "Thank you so much!" she said,
hugging and kissing us both on the cheek, Lewis following with hugs of his
own.  
  
"We'd better trade out before your parents put a bounty out on our heads,"
Lewis smiled, taking Shirley by the hand. I followed them out to the waiting
room, noticing that their joy obviously couldn't be contained. They chattered
happily as I walked behind them before they pushed through the door and our
parents stood to greet them.  
  
Before the conversations could get started, I called out, "All right,
grandparents, come on back!" It wasn't quite a mad rush, but they ignored me
completely to make their way back to the room. As they passed me, I stood at
the door and before it closed, I looked back at Shirley and Lewis, who were
crying with joy once again, holding each other. Just as the door closed, Lewis
looked up at me and nodded, smiling with tears in his eyes.




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