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Authors name: OvidMeta
Story title : Encounter With My Cousin
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Encounter With My Cousin (mf, almost inc)
by ovidsmeta@hotmail.com
We were late. The flight had been delayed, but they'd
kept the poor thing up for our inspection. My wife
tried to coo and tease the bald tiny three month infant
in her arms. I smiled. Could the little shit see yet?
Don't gawk at the helpless thing with silly faces.
She'll be scarred for life. The kid's tiny hand
reached up, probably to block the teasing face and
Sarah smiled. Fuck. I hated quaint family gatherings.
Good. The brat started crying and my wife tried to
rock him quiet. The kid cried harder. Smart kid. I
wanted to laugh. Sarah was useless with infants,
children, anything domestic. Why was she pretending
so hard? When in Rome . . .
Becky, whose eyes, I'd noticed, had never left her new
daughter, quickly got off her chair and walked to my
struggling wife.
"There. There," she said, picking up the bundle of bad
news. "Mommy's here honey. Shhhh. Mommy's right here."
The brat gurgled a little, let out a long fart and
started to quiet down. Sarah stared in discomfort at
the display.
"When are you two gonna start a family?" Bob, my
cousin's husband, grinned.
I shrugged. "We--"
"Very soon," Sarah said, defiantly.
I looked at her. Very soon? What the fuck are you
talking about? Very soon, my ass. You haven't wanted
a kid since . . .
"That's great!" Bob laughed. He picked up his can of
beer. "Here's for the best. Let me know, if I can
give you any pointers."
I smiled at him. Fuckin' construction dirt-ball is
going to give me pointers. What a world we live in.
He downed his beer in a couple of loud gulps and
reached for another. No loud belch? I thought
surprised.
*
Sarah tried to stifle a moan as a I pushed against her
clit, buried balls deep inside her. My cock jerked
violently, begging for release, so I held myself still,
feeling the blood pounding in my ears.
I looked down at her red, sweaty face and matted dark
hair. This was Sarah's domain. Few could compete with
her.
I slowly pulled out, trying to ease the tension and
she sighed. I held myself aloft, barely touching her,
my cock-head surrounded by her hairy swollen cunt-lips
and she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
I studied her, trying to guess her thoughts, but
couldn't.
I didn't want to think and strained forward. I shoved
it all back in, swiftly and she gasped. I held myself
in her.
"Don't do that," she whispered, after she'd caught her
breath. "You're going to wake everyone up."
"So?" I whispered, slowly pulling out and then slowly
pushing back in.
"So." she gasped. "So. Your cousin might think we're
nuts."
Becky, I smiled. Over a year since I'd seen her. Shit.
Over a year since I'd been back to the old home town.
Wouldn't have come back except to see the baby.
"They'll think we're trying to get you pregnant." I
whispered, reaching to tease one of her hard brown
nipples.
I felt her stiffen underneath and we were silent
holding each other. My rigid, unbending, hardness
was lost. I could feel myself, still erect, but
floppy. She felt it, too.
"Do you think we should?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
She nodded and I could hear her breathing had returned
to normal. It was over. My erection was gone and I
gently pulled out and rolled off her.
"It's not that I don't want to," she began, after a
couple of minutes.
"I know," I nodded, looking up at the dark ceiling of
the strange bedroom.
"It's just not time, yet, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
We held each other and fell asleep.
*
Since my father had died, and I was an only child, the
remaining members of dad's large clan focussed obscene
attention on me the next day at the party. The old man
had been the oldest of five sons, the head of the
family. In a fucked up way, the dignity seemed to pass
to me. My youngest uncle was only six years older than
me and the other three kept pushing beer and nasty food
in my direction. The old man had dragged them out of
Arkansas and to Chicago. He had made them lower middle
class and they were grateful.
Sarah, my princess, was hard for them to take. Every-
thing about me was hard for them to take. I was almost
forty, had been married for more than ten years and
still had no children. But worse, I was a professor of
all things, a professor of history. I irritated them
and their sixteen children. I may have even irritated
their thirty some odd grandchildren, but I'd never
taken a poll. Through it all, for good or bad, but
mostly bad, I was still, in their eyes, heir to the
head of the family, the man.
I walked along the hot concrete of Bob's new pool deck.
Little cousins were splashing and screaming their
delight in the hot air. I shook my head, imagining
several floating face down, having drowned. No one
was watching them.
Sarah was lying back on a plastic lawn chair in a
flowing summer dress, reading a book. I laughed. That
a girl. Take it easy. There are plenty of women here
more than ready to get that grill going. She looked
up to see who'd blocked her sun and smiled. I took
off my sun-glasses and knelt next to her.
"Having fun?" she teased.
I nodded.
"So many kids."
"My family breeds well."
She laughed and then stopped.
"About last night," she began.
"Forget about it."
She nodded and was silent, as we both turned to watch
the kids doing their insanity in the pool.
"I could go off the pill next month," she said, not
looking at me.
I turned to her and shook my head. "Baby. Let's talk
about it, later. At home. Okay?"
She nodded.
*
I was lying down, eyes closed, trying to digest the
two hamburgers and hot dog I'd wolfed down. I didn't
feel well and I could feel my stomach turning and
twisting, trying to get used to the intrusion of the
too rare meat. Never again, I promised, myself. Never
again.
I looked up quickly. Raining? I heard a hearty laugh.
"Got you," she giggled, water dripping off her and onto
me.
I struggled up, trying to get out of the way, but she
laughed some more and started shaking her body over me,
drenching me.
I gave up and let it fall.
"Awww. Don't be such a party-pooper," she laughed.
"Shouldn't you be helping your sister with your new
neice?" I asked her.
"The kid's asleep and Becky's enjoying the water," she
pointed towards the pool.
I shook my head. Jesus. Hard bodies. These two
sisters. Only three months after giving birth to her
third kid and Becky looked fine--hell, more than fine--
in her blue one-piece. Her younger sister over me
looked like an Olympic athlete. Long, muscular thighs
and broad back and . . .
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing," I sighed, lying back down on the wet lawn
chair.
"You were checking out Becky's body," she laughed.
I looked up at her and shook my head.
"I know," she continued. "I know. I find it hard to
believe myself. Three kids."
I nodded.
"What do you think of this?" she asked, fisting her
hands against her waist to show off her goods.
I laughed.
"Heh," she kicked my leg. "I'm not joking. What do
you think?"
It was, of course, lovely, a little leaner than Becky,
but quite similar. I had good looking cousins. Let's
see. Becky, the oldest of . . . yeah, four kids was
probably 30 or so. That would make her about twenty,
maybe a little older.
"How old are you?"
She kicked my leg again.
"I can't believe you. I'm your first cousin and you
don't even know how old I am? I thought you were
supposed to be really smart."
"I'm not. How old are you?"
She shook her head and finally said. "Nineteen."
"You going to school?"
"I'll be a sophomore at N I U this fall."
I nodded. University? God, anything could be a
University these days. What a joke.
"That's great," I smiled.
We were silent. I wanted her to leave. There was
nothing else to talk about. But, more relevant, all
these hard-bodies were making me horny. I wanted to
find Sarah and get lost for a few minutes.
But she didn't budge, staring down at me.
"We all think you're a stuck-up asshole," she said,
matter-of-factly.
I laughed.
She kicked my leg again. "It's not funny," she
lectured. "You don't talk to us, you never visit. I
mean, and your wife . . ." she began.
I sat up. "What about my wife?"
"She doesn't like us. I think she makes fun of us."
I shook my head.
"My dear, I think you're confusing being different
for stuck-up and having little in common as hostility."
She stared at me. I could see she was kind of upset.
"Bullshit," she spat out, finally, and huffed away.
I shook my head, not knowing whether to slap the little
retard upside the head or sink my teeth into that tight
little ass, bouncing away from me. Find Sarah, ass-
hole.
*
Bob was hitting on Sarah, when I found her.
The roob was trying to get her into the pool. He had
on speedos (absolutely outrageous and bought, I was
sure, to impress my wife with his bulge).
I watched from a distance as she was politely, but
firmly, telling him to go fuck himself.
She saw me and smiled and motioned to the idiot. I
nodded and asked with my eyes whether she was okay.
She smiled and I walked away to leave them alone.
I walked into the house. Take a piss. Clear your
head, maybe lie down a little, I thought as I
maneuvered around little laughing cousins, toys and
uncles I had no desire to notice me.
The piss felt good (they always do) and I bounded up
the stairs with fresh energy. I would change my wet
clothes and go back down and laugh with Sarah about
Bob's bulge. That would be fun. From there, a good
night sleep and . . .
Oh fuck!
I'd pushed open the door to the guest bedroom and
before me was Becky, her blue suit off and falling
from her shaking hand. I would be less than human
if I hadn't stopped to soak in the sight of the poor
woman with the amazing body.
Our eyes met and her baby blues followed mine as they
travelled lower to her small, round tits and pink
nipples--must not be breast-feeding--her flat stomach,
to her hazel-chestnut curly wet thick pubic mound. My
eyes fixed there for what seemed like long minutes,
but it was over in seconds.
I turned around, quickly, muttering, "I'm sorry," and
walked out, shutting the door softly behind me, hoping
not to make any greater disturbance. I wanted to hide,
but took a deep breath to clear my head and waited
outside to apologize in a more formal fashion.
I waited. I knew she knew I was out there, waiting,
because I hadn't run down the stairs. I continued to
wait. Fuck, maybe she'd fainted. Christ.
I knocked softly on the door.
"Becky," I called in.
Fuck. "Becky, are you okay?"
Shit. I slowly opened the door and saw nothing.
I rushed in. She'd fainted? No. And I heard and then
saw her sobbing on the bed, her back to me, still
naked.
I took a deep breath.
"Honey," I started. Honey? Who the fuck says Honey?
Good grief. Get yourself together man.
"Becky," I tried, again, but I saw her waiving me off
weakly.
"Are you okay?"
The crying was ending.
"I'm sorry," she choaked.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I," she started, but then started crying again.
This was ridiculous. I walked over to her and stopped.
What the fuck are you going to do? Put your arm around
the naked lady. Real good, shit head.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
She turned to me, her eyes red.
"I. . .I," she began. "Bob hates me."
I was confused. What the fuck does Bob have to do with
this?
"He thinks I'm ugly," she continued. "He's all over
Sarah."
I shook my head, unbelieving. How incredible.
"Baby, Sarah doesn't like Bob."
"I know, and that's what makes it worse. She's making
a fool out of him. Everyone sees it."
"We'll leave."
She shook her head. "It's not your fault."
I smiled.
"She's a bitch. Everyone knows, but I guess that's
why you guys want her so bad."
The second time in half-an-hour my poor wife had been
unfairly maligned.
"She doesn't even like kids," Becky continued.
She stood up and faced me. I turned away.
"Look at me," Becky called out. "That asshole hasn't
even touched me since the baby."
"I'm going now," I said, starting for the door.
"You think I'm ugly, too don't you?" she quivered.
I shook my head and heard her sobbing again and then
walking quickly behind me.
I turned around and she threw herself at me, throwing
little punchs at me, hard on the chest and face. I
grabbed her hands to stop her.
"Look at me!" she yelled. "Look at me!"
She continued sobbing and I released her hands and
held her. Real good, couldn't be better, I thought,
looking at our reflection on the mirror nearby. Guy
in white shorts, holding naked sobbing woman. His
cousin, of course. Who else would it be? Fuck.
I looked down at her and she looked up.
"You okay?"
She nodded.
I smiled and then quickly tried to push her off as her
mouth pursed and touched mine.
"Heh!" I yelled. "What the. . ?"
She held on, tightly and tried to kiss me, again.
"Are you nuts?" I hissed.
"What's wrong?" she smiled. "Never been kissed by a
real woman?"
Oh brother. This was fuckin' Jerry Springer now.
Total psycho-melodrama. I shook her off me roughly
and she laughed, letting herself fall onto the bed.
"You are an asshole," she said, opening up her thighs.
"That's such bullshit. Cousins? Like you even know
me." She reached down and rubbed herself, her cunt-
lips lewdly parting, moist.
Neat. My cousin is going through a fuckin breakdown
in front of me. Terrific. I saw her finger disappear
inside her slit and she moaned. She looked up and
smiled at my watching.
"Don't you want to stick it in here?" she groaned,
shoving another finger inside. "You want a baby?
I'll give you a baby. That's all I'm good for,
anyway," she groaned.
I could hear her fingers slurping in and out of her
slit. My mind was screaming; get the fuck out of
there. Go. Leave. NOW! She would win. It would
be a crass rationalization, unjustified and unwar-
ranted, but she would win. I would prove to her that
I was a pathetic twit and that Sarah was looking for
a real man, like her Bob.
"Come on," she taunted. "Get that pencil dick out
or can't you get hard anymore from all the ball-busting
your bitch gives you?"
She was geting into it. I felt myself hardening. No.
Get the fuck out of here, my mind tried, one last time.
I could smell hernow, see her juices drooling on
feverish fingers. Good God.
I was erect. And here's the problem. An erection
takes on a mind of its own. And that direction is
not multi-dimensional or layered. It has a single,
unforgiving purpose.
I pulled down my shorts and underwear. I could hear
my heart pounding in my head and felt myself falling
onto her. She felt it too and opened her eyes.
Surprised, finally, horrified, she tried to push me
off, but I pinned her arms back.
"Don't," she whispered, terrified. "I was only
teasing."
My cock wasn't, and I felt it snake its way between
her thighs. She tried to close herslf to me, but I
forced her legs open with my own and pushed forward.
Her sopping fingers were still in her slit. She tried
to cover herself. I tried to pull her hand out. She
wouldn't relent as my cock-head pushed harshly against
her wet fingers.
"Get your fingers, out of the way," I hissed.
She shook her head.
"Your cunt is mine," I told her and pushed myself in.
She screamed, her fingers still in her, and I quickly
covered her mouth. Fuck her fingers, fuck her cunt,
my cock told me and I shoved in, heard her muffled
yell, felt her fingers scraping my top-side and
delicious, wet tightness underneath.
I held myself tightly against her and looked down at
her teary eyes, and whispered, "I'm going to take my
hand off."
She nodded and took in a huge breath of air as soon
as my hand was off.
"Take your hand out," I continued.
She nodded, again, and I felt her fingers pulling out,
scraping against me. I felt her cunt quickly adjust
itself and wrap it's hot moist membrain around my
throbbing cock.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked, slowly pulling
out.
She shook her head, turning away.
"You sure?" I asked, slowly pushing in all the way.
"Please don't," she whispered. Almost like a robot I
quickly pulled out of her and stood grabbing for my
clothes, my cock upturned towards the ceiling. Real
good. You raped your cousin. Five more seconds and
you would've spewed it all in her. Terrific. Two
headed kids.
I laughed to myself, putting my underwear and shorts
on. That's what probably happened in Arkansas. Lots
of in-breeding. This was probably a daily occurrence
in the old-country. I put my shirt on. Becky and I
were simply engaging in the little dance our great-
grandmother and her brother, but our great-grandfather,
had done eighty or so years ago.
"It's my fault," I heard her say as I was about to
step out of the room.
I turned back and saw she was getting dressed too.
I walked out closing the door behind me.
*
The party wound down early, almost everyone leaving
before eleven, about the time that normal parties just
started out East.
Bob was more or less passed out and Becky asked whether
I would help get him to bed.
We closed the door to his snoring and smiled at each
other. I reached down and took her head. We hadn't
been alone since the disaster in the guest-bedroom.
I wanted to make sure she was okay.
"Pretty crazy today," she grinned.
I nodded.
She was about to say something, but stopped herself.
"What?" I smiled.
"You don't have a pencil dick," she giggled.
I rolled my eyes and started walking away, softly
laughing to myself. Yeah. You worry yourself to death
and she's got your dick on her mind. At worst, it was
a sign this would pass.
"Ahh," I heard her call out and I turned around.
I waited.
"Why didn't you, you know. . . . I mean, you know, why
didn't you finish?"
"Are you serious?"
She nodded.
I shook my head. She was really quite beautiful.
Nothing at all like professional Sarah. Insane, I'd
had my dick in her. Jesus. Fuckin' cousin.
"What are you thinking?" she smiled.
"How sorry I am."
She shook her head. "You promise me you won't feel
bad. Nothing happened. Really. Nobody got hurt."
I nodded. That's right. Nobody got hurt.
"Good night," I smiled.
"Good night."
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