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Authors name: Anonymous Author (withheld by request)
Story title : Sarah Michelle Gellar Does Her Cousin
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Sarah Gellar Does Her Cousin (FF, inc, fantasy)
By Anonymous Author (Address withheld by request)
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I'm sure that Ms. Gellar would never do anything
remotely as described in my story, but men have to
fantasize, and my fantasy is about beautiful sexy Sarah
Michelle Gellar.
***
Sarah-Michelle Gellar stood at the LAX gate waiting
expectantly for her cousin Brenda to emerge from the
plane. It had been several years, but they had always
remained close.
Brenda was her cousin on her mother's side. Privately
Sarah thought that Brenda was actually prettier, a
taller, dark-haired version of herself, but Brenda had
had a straitlaced Midwestern upbringing. She hadn't
sought out any modeling or acting, had gone to college,
married after graduating, and taken a steady job. Now,
the two women's busy schedules had worked out so that
Brenda could drop by LA for a few days.
Although the brunette, on paper, seemed boring and
predictable, Sarah thought that her cousin had some sex-
kitten potential that could be unleashed. As far as she
could remember over their girlhoods, Brenda always wore
boots. Whether she had on a miniskirt for a night of
dancing or was watching a video at home with Sarah, she
could be counted on to wear black leather boots--knee
length or the 'fuck-me' western variety. Now that the
racy Hollywood life had introduced Sarah to girl-girl
sex, she wanted to do the same for her martially
faithful cousin and spice up her life.
Brenda waved from the crowd and Sarah crossed over to
join her. The former was wearing a conservative
pinstriped business suit with an open-collared shirt, in
the now-popular 1970's style. As Brenda dragged her
wheeled luggage toward Sarah, there was the unmistakable
click of boot heels from under her trousers. Sarah
grinned to herself; Brenda hadn't changed.
Sarah hugged her extra hard, making sure that Brenda
could feel her soft , braless breasts. Brenda blinked in
surprise at the sensation; wasn't it a little
provocative for a movie star to be going around with her
boobs out like that? she thought to herself. As the two
babes headed for the car, she was, as usual, oblivious
to the lustful stares that she attracted from several
men and a tough-looking female cop. Brenda still didn't
seem to recognize the effect that she had on people,
Sarah observed.
They drove back to Sarah's mansion up in Laurel Canyon,
where both slipped into their bedrooms to change. Sarah,
still braless, slipped on a very worn T-shirt with very
large armholes and a cute little miniskirt. She
deliberated for a second, then dropped her panties on
the floor. Brenda shucked off her conservative suit coat
and pants and stepped into a pair of tight, faded jeans.
After her own pause to think, she pulled her riding-
style boots back on under the jeans. At least, she
thought she had deliberated, but anyone close to her
could have told her that she'd wind up wearing the boots
again. She had been known to vacuum and wash dishes
wearing them.
They convened in the sunken living room to catch up on
life over some sherry. Sarah slyly kept Brenda's glass
topped up while barely touching hers. As the
conversation wore on, touching subjects even like
Brenda's husband and what he liked her bed, the
brunette's eyes grew brighter, her laughter throatier.
She stroked her hair from time to time and her stares at
Sarah became longer and more direct.
Eventually Sarah decided to press her case; Brenda did
not know it but the sherry was working on her
inhibitions. She glanced over at her cousin's feet and
cooed, 'Those boots look great! You mind if I try them
on?'
'Sure,' Brenda said obligingly. She unzipped them and
handed them over to the actress.
Sarah zipped one up uneventfully but hesitated in mid-
shaft on the second, pretending to have trouble. 'Bren,
maybe my leg's a little too fat. Can you help me zip up
this one?'
Brenda got down on one knee like a salesgirl and
helpfully pulled up the zipper. Strange, it hadn't been
that hard. Then she glanced up inadvertently and froze.
Sarah had spread her legs just wide enough that her
moist cunt lips and curly blonde bush were visible. 'Oh
excuse me,' stammered Brenda, backing up into her own
chair, 'I didn't mean... I'm sorry...'
'Sorry about what?' Sarah replied. 'I WANTED you to see
it. You've been exciting me for years and it's time you
tried something other than poor boring Ed.'
'He's my husband! I'm married to him. I can't cheat...
I'm no lesbian. You're my cousin this is incest I
MNNNNFFF!' Brenda's anxious protest s were stifled by
Sarah suddenly planting one on her open mouth. She had
tried to stand, but the actress's karate-trained hand on
her shoulder drove her back into the chair.
Initially Brenda resisted, but the sherry, the smell of
Sarah's steaming crotch, maybe even some impulses she
had never admitted to herself had their effect. She
threw her hands around Sarah's neck in a warm embrace,
drawing the blonde closer to her. She returned the kiss
enthusiastically, their tongues exploring and tasting
each other, their lips locking and parting.
Sarah guided Brenda's hand to her pantiless cunt while
tweaking and massaging the brunette's generous breasts
and dark bush. Soon Brenda was as wet as Sarah and both
women were moaning and shrieking out loud. It was a good
thing that the gardener was gone for the day. The women
tumbled out of the chair and rolled on the floor,
kissing, sucking, and nibbling.
After orgasm Brenda sat on the floor with Sarah cradled
in her arms. Stroking the blonde star's clit and soaked
nether lips, Brenda gasped, 'I never, never thought...'
'You had it in you all along,' Sarah replied warmly.
'You're the sexiest woman I know and it was time you
tried something different. Didn't you ever notice that
you love to wear boots all the time? Doesn't that tell
you something?' Without warning, she corkscrewed an
index finger into Brenda's vulnerable anus, making her
cousin squeal in surprise. She thought of all the other
things that she planned someday to introduce to her
conventional cousin: the handcuffs, the whips, and
smiled secretly.
Two days later, after some high-intensity sex in the
pool and shower and even the bedroom, Sarah drove her
cousin back to LAX. Brenda was wearing the same business
suit, but what a change nonetheless! Sarah had told her
to lose the shirt---and bra, so that Brenda was naked
under the unbuttoned suit coat.
Sarah, in addition, had kept Brenda's boots and was
wearing them with her pantiless micro-mini, but in
return she had provided her cousin with another pair,
glossy black vinyl with sluttish high spike heels. She
escorted Brenda to the gate; the latter felt like a
hooker in the go-go boots and had trouble walking in
them.
To further break down Brenda's inhibitions, Sarah warmly
French-kissed her at the gate and stroked the girl's
soaked crotch, as scandalized tourists and the same dyke
cop stared. 'Goodbye Brenda,' she whispered. 'I hope you
liked your stay.'
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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