All in the Family: Cousins

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by Luke Lafferty


  She looked down at my face, and her expectations, her anticipation of what was to come, showed in her eyes. She lowered her mouth to mine and we kissed very softly and gently, our tongues just lightly stroking each other. We could feel our hunger building, flaming, growing hotter, and we wanted to savor every nuance of this moment. Our hunger for each other was not mere lust, it was the incandescent first flares of youthful sexuality reaching out to each other. It was more, too, than raging sexual fire, it was a need to absorb each other, to devour, to possess each other totally. We each needed to be completely a part of the other.

  Laurie broke the kiss and rolled over onto her back, the soft carpet cushioning her whole body. Her knees lifted up and her thighs spread wide apart. She moved her hands down to her swollen, dripping sex and spread the lips apart even wider than they were already gaping. She was completely open, fully exposed, turned up to me, waiting.

  "Danny, I want you here, now. I want your cock in me, filling me. Make me fully a woman. Make real love to me now, Danny."

  I got on my knees between her wide-spread thighs, scooting up so the very tip of my cock brushed against the slick-coated valley splitting them, and nestled it there lengthwise between the pouting labial lips. The sensation of her heat and lubricity and the soft, wet labial pressure filled my senses almost to overflowing. The urge to thrust the ramrod stiff member into her steaming love tunnel was almost irresistible, and I had to fight it, deferring that moment of truth, deferring what I knew would be the greatest pleasure a male and female can share: the pleasure, the sweet agony, the joy, the pain, the ultimate step of first penetration. I gazed down at her breasts, swelling upward, their nipples engorged, rigid. I wet my fingers in my mouth and lightly stroked them across the nipples, the areolas, and then all around the breasts. Goosebumps of pleasure appeared and Laurie sighed. Her hips moved in little involuntary undulations, reflecting her tingling, mounting ocean wave of desire.

  A surge of tenderness swept over me as I touched and caressed Laurie. Sweet, precious Laurie. My Laurie, waiting for me to fulfill our heart's desire. I refused to question whatever fates had swept us together for this moment, determined only to make the most of them, to fulfill Laurie, to fulfill myself, to make us one.

  Laurie had closed her eyes during my caresses and was beginning to tremble ever so slightly. Her hips were becoming more insistent, moving up and down, brushing against my cock lying there between our bodies. Creamy juices were overflowing around my cock, and it became coated and even more lubricated. Inside the rubber, I could feel my own flow seeping out and working its way around my cock, warm, slick, and liquid. My cock brushed against her clitoris and Laurie's body responded in even greater trembling and pressing of her hips against my intruding member. "Oh, Danny, Danny," she whispered, "do it now. I can't bear any more of this. I can't wait any longer."

  Pulling back ever so slightly, I moved the head of my cock down to the opening of Laurie's little cave. Pressing in just a little, its head lodged in the opening, spreading it. Just a beginning, and it was already tight and hot, so hot. I wondered about her "test" to see if my cock would fit and began to worry about whether she would experience pain. Even if she wanted the pain, I'm not sure I could knowingly impose it. I eased my cock in another half-inch. It was still very tight. And hot, steamy hot, and so voluptuous. So far, no obstruction, no maidenhood guarding the entrance to Laurie's pleasure depths. I pushed some more and got about two more inches of purchase. It was tight, yes, but with my cock so rigid, penetrable.

  Laurie was giving no signs of pain. To the contrary, she was moaning--moans of pleasure, not pain. Her hands were stroking my back and holding my buttocks, almost seeming to urge me on, to encourage greater and greater penetration. I was now half-way in. I stopped at this point and just held in place, enjoying the sensation. I leaned down and kissed Laurie, and asked, "Are you sure this doesn't hurt?"

  Laurie looked up at me and answered. "No, no pain. Tight, yes, but it doesn't hurt at all."

  Encouraged, I pushed a little more. Laurie hunched her hips up to me assisting and helping to speed the process. Another half-inch, and then another. Suddenly, Laurie put her hands behind my buttocks and pushed, hunching her hips up to mine at the same time. In one thrust, my buried itself, buried itself to its very base in Laurie. Laurie went "Unnnhhhh!" as I hit bottom.

  I put my cheek down to Laurie's and murmured, "Oh, Laurie, I'm sorry. I didn't want it to hurt. I didn't want to hurt you."

  Laurie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me all over my face, little kisses on my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my forehead. "Oh, dear, sweet Danny. You haven't hurt me. It doesn't hurt at all." She flung her head back, smiling, and said, "No, it feels...it feels...glorious! Absolutely glorious. Just like I dreamed it would feel."

  Laurie spread her thighs even wider and to my surprise my cock slipped in another half inch. Our wet locks of pubic hair were intermingled, our pubic bones pressed hard against each other. Laurie's ankles moved up and locked around my calves, her hips spread to their widest, her sex completely and wetly gaping around the base of my deeply buried cock.

  I moved my face to hers, my mouth eagerly searching. Our lips blended, our tongues gliding softly and gently over each other. Laurie's breasts were between us, little love cushions rubbing over my chest. I moved my chest against her breasts, enjoying the sensation of bare skin to bare skin. Her nipples were hard little nubbins, and I could feel them press into my flesh. Then I wrapped my arms completely around Laurie, lifting her, holding her tight against me. Unmoving, we lay locked together, flesh against flesh, interlinked through the throbbing connection of the eternal yin and yang merged together into just one.

  We lay like that several minutes, each of us reveling in and enjoying the other's presence. Me, the presence of a hot, lubricious envelope clasping my cock in a longed-for, so desired embrace. She, the filling presence of my swollen and solid member lodged deep within her belly. It beat and throbbed in tempo with my heart beat, and she was able to feel each throb, each pulse within her heated grasp. I felt ten-feet long. My rigid shaft felt like it was impaled in a hot, slick glove. Rapid-fire, joyous thoughts kept spinning through my head: "I'm in Laurie...I'm actually buried to the hilt...I really have my cock deep inside Laurie...My God, I'm actually making love to Laurie... At long last, Laurie and I are actually fucking."

  Laurie started moving first--little, tentative movements of her hips against mine. I followed suit, pushing back at her, timing so we drew back and drove forward in perfect rhythm. Our strokes were about a half-inch, just enough for her to feel my cock move within her hot tunnel. Little by little, the strokes lengthened, until I was pulling out until just the head was still in place and then slowly pushing back in, inch by inch, until I was once more filling her cavity. I speeded up my strokes and then reverted to slow-motion, alternating back and forth. Laurie moaned each time I reached bottom and the base of my cock brushed against her clitoris. Seeing her reaction, I drove all the way to the hilt and then rubbed the base of my cock in little short movements, brushing it up and down, and rubbing her clitoris. Laurie threw her head back and shouted, "Danny, I coming again! I'm coming again so soon!" Her back arched, her buttocks clenched tight, and she pushed up hard against me, shuddering and gasping.

  I held in place as she was overtaken by orgasm. The walls of her pussy had clamped down so hard on my cock that I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to. The hot walls of her pussy were like a molten hands, grasping and pulsing against my cock, sending it into its own little pulses and jerks. Her orgasm almost brought on mine, and if I had been able to move, I'm sure I would have gone over the crest with her.

  Her mouth sought out mine and the passion of her orgasm fired her kiss. She appeared to be oblivious to all except our kiss, our bodies, and the blazing streams of pleasure centered where our sexes were joined. Gradually, Laurie's spasms eased up and her muscles relaxed. She broke the kiss and murmured, "Better, and better, and better. Each t
ime it only gets better."

  I renewed my movements, thankful for her few moments of lassitude so that I could continue. Gradual movements at first, then more rapid ones. Short strokes, then long ones. Lots of strokes, then pause. Laurie had returned to our pleasure and was again fully getting into the act. She moved her legs up from my calves and wrapped them around my hips, then up so that they were around my waist. She clutched at me, holding me around my neck with her arms and around my waist with her legs. She was completely off the floor now, moving in complete concert with my movements, matching strokes and withdrawals one for one. I was getting close, close, close. My cock felt like it had swollen and was an engorged log ramming in and out of Laurie. She was panting, crying, and moaning all at the same time. I was no better, with my grunts, cries of pleasure, moans, and gasping, panting breath filling the room. I fell down on top of Laurie, crushing her to the floor. Then I got on my knees, spread her thighs to their fullest, and pumped in and out, using the longest thrusts possible. Laurie and I were both crying and screaming, "Oh, it's good! Oh, I'm coming! Here it is, here it comes!"

  Then our explosions came, like star-bursts, like all the Roman candles in the world going off at once. I wrapped my arms completely around Laurie, crushed her to me, crushed her mouth to mine. We could hardly kiss for our pants and moans, but it was imperative that we blend as much of ourselves together as possible, that the pleasure flow between us at every point. I fell on top of her again and her legs wrapped around me. She humped her pussy against me, over and over, until the movements lessened and she lay still. Slowly, the muscles in our buttocks unclenched, and we lay spent, satiated. Our only movement was a continuation of the small, fluttery, clutching spasms of Laurie's pussy around my cock and my continuing little ejaculatory spurts, spewing out the last of my come. My hot emissions filled the rubber, and my cock was bathed in the flow. Laurie's flow covered the outside of the rubber, and my cock felt it was immersed in a scalding bath. Our mouths continued its kiss, gradually becoming more gentle as the intensity of our orgasms gradually ebbed.

  We lay locked in each other arms, neither wishing to move, to disturb the beauty of that moment in time. My cock was finally beginning to shrink, and I could feel it begin to fill less and less of Laurie. After about five minutes, it once more lay in Laurie's wet pussy channel. Laurie finally stirred, opening her eyes, and stared into mine. "Danny, I don't even know how to talk about it. That was better than all the good things that have ever happened to me wrapped up into one."

  "Laurie, I think you know you've always been my special person, and this made it even more that way."

  "Danny, I've always planned for my first time to be with you." Laurie kissed me on the lips and continued, "I never thought it possible, but it was better even than I dreamed it would be. Thank you, Danny, my dear, sweet Danny."

  Suddenly, there was a noise out in the dark stairwell, and the sound of a person's throat-clearing. Then a voice: "Ahem. I guess it's okay for me to come in now." There, to our horror, coming into the den, was Aunt Betty.

  Biography

  Luke Lafferty was raised in the hills of northern Arizona, but currently lives just outside Los Angeles where the air is cleaner, but trouble is still a stone throw away. Three years ago he began the equally frustrating and rewarding job of owning a reptile farm for (mostly) endangered species. Most of the sales from his bibliography go to feeding pythons and poisonous lizards. He has been rushed to the ER several times, and knows most of the paramedics by name.

  In his spare time, Lafferty attempts to play the saxophone, travel (he has a love for Russia -- bleak, yes; but exotic and fascinating), and run the odd triathlon (albeit slowly). He thanks you for reading this.

 

 

 


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