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Every summer growing up, my sister and I would go stay with our Aunt Betty and our cousins Lacey and Michelle. Lacey and I were roughly the same age, with Lacey being about a month younger. We always looked forward to seeing one another, especially once puberty hit and we began getting curious. Over the years following our thirteenth summer, Lacey and I shared a few firsts: our first serious kiss, our first groping.

By the time our sixteenth summer came around, Lacey began half-jokingly telling her friends that her ‘boyfriend was coming home.’ Our respective mothers thought that our ‘relationship was cute,’ and my sister Jean (a year and a half older than I) teased me about it all the time. But no one ever really seemed to think Lacey and I would get serious with our curious antics.

Aunt Betty owned a ranch in Kansas, a fairly sprawling tract of land with a spacious house, large barn, and over three hundred acres of rolling hills. Lacey and Michelle were both accomplished riders, Lacey especially. She spent at least a couple of hours nearly every day on the back of a horse. I found myself, once our sexual curiosity really kicked in.

The afternoon of our return to the ranch that summer of my eighteenth year, my sister and I got out of the car with Aunt Betty after she had parked before the house. After the cloistering feel of the city, the fresh air and wide open space of the ranch was welcoming. I really did feel like I was coming home.

“Jeanie! Mark!”

My sister and I looked as fifteen-year-old Michelle came charging from the horse corral toward us, her long blonde hair flying behind her. She leapt into my arms, squeezing me tight, smearing her lips on mine for a moment before jumping down and hugging my sister. I looked around, searching for Lacey, and saw her as she trotted up on her favorite horse, a roan mare named Ellie. She gave me a little smile as she approached, holding onto the reigns of another saddled horse, a spotted grey stud named Hal.

Oh my God did Lacey look good! In the nine months since I had last seen her, Lacey had really filled out. She had a sexy, curvy body she showed off in her tight Wranglers and loose pink blouse, which was unbuttoned and tied in a knot just under her mouth-watering 34Cs, revealing quite a bit of sun-bronzed cleavage. Her richly tanned abdomen, flat and toned, was bare, her sun-kissed, freckled face round and beautiful. Her naturally blonde hair fluttered around her face.

“Hey, Markie,” she said casually, and tossed me Hal’s reigns. I caught them with a grin, gave my sister and Aunt Betty a questioning look.

Aunt Betty laughed, my sister rolled her eyes. Michelle stuck her tongue out at her sister.

“Go ahead, you two,” said Betty. “Dinner’s in two hours.”

“Hey, Mark,” said my sister as I climbed up in the saddle, feeling Lacey’s eyes on my soccer-player body. “I’m not unloading your suitcase.”

I fixed her a look. “I’ll get it when we come back.” I turned Hal about as Lacey lead her mount away. I watched Lacey’s tight, firm ass bounce in the saddle. Damn . . . .

“Mark.”

I looked back to Jean. She gave me a knowing look and mouthed the word ‘protection.’

That startled me, and I nearly fell off the horse. Neither Michelle nor Aunt Betty had witnessed Jean’s message to me. I gave my sister a funny look, even as her lips curled in a knowing smile. Then I followed after Lacey, thinking, did she really just do that?

***

I chased after Lacey, who laughed and giggled euphorically as she spurred her horse on. Lacey was a hell of a better rider than I was, and literally ran circles around me. She smiled, laughed, and more than once, as she passed by, smacked my butt or leg with end of her reigns. Not hard enough to leave a welt, of course; she was just being playful.

“If you catch me, you get a kiss!” she shouted as we rode along a shallow valley between two hills.

A kiss? That was worth risking my neck! So I dug in my heels and slapped the reigns, urging Hal on. His hooves thundered across the ground, digging up clumps of dirt and grass that flew behind us. And wonder of wonders, as we approached the ancient, massive prairie oak Lacey and I had long ago christened Mr. Gnarly, I shot past Lacey, then pulled back on the reigns.

“You let me win!” I said as I turned Hal around and approached Lacey.

My beautiful cousin cocked her head as I came up beside her. “Of course I did, silly,” she said. She leaned toward me. “I want that kiss.”

I smiled, reached for her, leaning in. Our lips touched, then pressed. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her hands fluttered along my arm and settled onto my left leg. My hands went to her back and upper thigh. Mmm, damn, Lacey was a good kisser, a hell of a lot better than any of the city girls I had fooled around with. She sucked sensuously on my lips and tongue, moaning softly all the while.

We finally parted, and I stared at Lacey’s sun-kissed face. Damn, not a bit of makeup, and she was absolutely, undeniably, gorgeous. Little button nose, bright hazel-amber eyes, freckles across her cheeks and nose, and those soft pink lips . . . oh, man . . . .

“Miss me?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said, as if there was any doubt.

Lacey glanced around, then slid from her saddle to straddle me. I took in a deep breath as her legs wrapped around my hips, her warm crotch pressed against the growing bulge that was stretching down the left leg of my jeans. Lacey glowed, smiling, as she wiggled her butt a little, getting comfortable. Casually, she untied her blouse, letting it fall open, exposing her unnaturally firm, full breasts.

“Miss these?” she asked coyly.

I sighed with arousal, my penis twitching and throbbing against Lacey’s thigh. I knew she had to feel it. Her breasts were perfect, as uniformly tanned as the rest of her body, capped with dark pink nipples that jutted out half an inch, with broad, saucer-sized areolas. Immediately, I cupped my cousin’s incredible tits.

“Oh, man,” I said, and lowered my head. I had waited so long for this! I kissed and licked and sucked the firm flesh, those stiff, warm nipples. Her skin was sweet, a little salty. She tasted better than I remembered.

Lacey moaned, leaning back a little, encouraging me to suck her nipples. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders, leaving her half-naked. I took as much of her tit in my mouth as I could, sucking hard, even biting slightly into her flesh. Lacey had real sensitive nipples, despite the size of her breasts, and she started breathing heavier and more passionately, grinding her crotch against mine. How often had I fantasized about doing this very thing, I wondered?

It did not take long. I knew girls’ buttons fairly well, and pushed the right ones on my sweet cousin, gripping and squeezing her ass as I sucked one nipple, then the other, pulling on them with my teeth, flickering my tongue across them. Lacey bucked, moaned, threading her hands through my shoulder-length, wavy black hair. Her crotch humped against mine, and she gasped and shuddered as she came.

“Ohh, Markie . . . oh, yes!” she cried hoarsely, trembling.

I kissed and licked my way up her neck, meeting her lips as Lacey lowered her head. We kissed hungrily, passionately, rolling our bodies together. Hal shifted beneath me, perhaps affected by mine and Lacey’s passion.

Lacey pulled back, eyes and face glowing. Her breasts were flushed. She gave me a satisfied smile. “Mmm, God I missed you,” she whispered.

I smiled, then chuckled. I caressed her face, smoothing back a few strands of sun-bleached hair from her sweaty forehead. “You’re beautiful, Lace,” I said. “This is the best welcome-home I could ever ask for.”

She gave me a sweet look. “I wish this really was your home,” she said. “I wish you really were my boyfriend.”

I frowned. “Why can’t I be? We’re eighteen now. Isn’t this what we’ve been waiting for?”

Lacey touched my nose, then lightly kissed me. “You’re my cousin, remember?”

I shrugged. “So? Jerry Lee Lewis married his cousin.”

Lacey giggled. “So, you wanna marry me, now?”

I laughed softly. “And if I did?”

Lacey’s smile faded slightly, replaced by one of nervous arousal. “Oh, Markie, don’t say that,” she said. She shuddered, swallowed nervously. “I-I mean, we’re cousins . . . .”

I looked down. “I know,” I said forlornly. “I wish we weren’t.”

Lacey cocked her head, nuzzled my lips, tilting my head up. “Hey . . . hey, Markie . . . I still love you. God, I would marry you in a heartbeat if I could.”

I looked into her eyes. “You mean that?”

Lacey smiled. “I do.”

I smiled, looking her over. God, she was so sexy, naked from the waist up, her bronzed skin, toned body, beautiful blonde hair . . . she put any model or porn star to shame. My eyes returned to her face. “I love you, too, Lace.”

We kissed again, deeper and more loving, passionate and more needy. Lacey’s hands tugged on my jeans as she sucked on my lips and tongue. I helped her, freeing the button, and sighed when Lacey pulled down my zipper and pushed the denim apart. She dug for my engorged cock, pulling it out. I moaned at the warm, firm grip of her hands as she started stroking my stiff cock.

“Mmm, Markie . . . yeah, I really missed you . . . .”

I chuckled, then sighed as she really began jerking my cock. None of the girls I had been with since the previous summer gave as sensuous a hand job as Lacey. She kept kissing as she rubbed, stroked, caressed my rod. Just as I seemed to know just how to suck her breasts to make her cum, my sweet cousin knew how to masturbate me to get me off.

“Oh, God! Lacey!”

“You gonna cum?” she asked in an excited whimper.

“Yes!” I grunted.

Lacey leaned back with a grin, tilting my cock toward her taut abdomen and cupping her left hand under the head of my straining dick. We both watched as my thick white sperm gushed out, the first shot splattering Lacey’s belly. But most of my load pooled thick and warm in Lacey’s hand. She cooed and giggled, jerking out every drop of fluid from my dick. I groaned, my cock spasming with pleasure. My entire body tingled.

“Ooo . . . damn, Markie,” she said, staring at the glistening pool of cum in her hand. She giggled, looking up to me. She bit her lip. She tugged my dick a little more, her face glowing again. “You’ve been saving up for me.”

I sighed in satisfaction. “Oh, man . . . I’ve been waiting for that.”

Lacey giggled again, then, staring into my eyes, lifted her hand and slipped her tongue out. I watched in amazement as Lacey lapped up the sperm from her hand, moaning softly as she tasted my seed. Her tongue was streaked with semen over and over as she licked it up. She slurped it up hungrily, even sucked her palm and fingers to get it all. She savored the taste of my cream, then swallowed and licked her lips. “Mmm . . . yummy,” she said, then smiled sweetly. She returned her hands to my dick, stroking it gently. A last thick bubble oozed to the tip, and she wiped it up with a finger, sucking it off.

I stared at her. I never knew Lacey would be so kinky! “Oh, baby,” I breathed.

Lacey grinned. “I’ve been wanting to do that since last summer,” she said. She sucked her lips. “Hmm . . . sticky.”

I chuckled, noticed the glob of cum on her abdomen. “You missed some,” I said, and scooped up the milky paste with my finger. Lacey kept her eyes on mine as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I watched in fascination as she sucked my sperm-coated finger clean. She swallowed with an “mmm” sound, then leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were, indeed, sticky. The aroma of cum on her breath turned me on.

Lacey settled her forehead against mine, draping her arms over my shoulders. “Are you still a virgin, Markie?”

I kissed her softly. “Yes.”

She smiled. “So am I,” she whispered. She pulled back, stared into my eyes. “I don’t wanna be able to say that by the time you go back.”

I trembled. We had never talked about actually having sex, but I had always wanted Lacey to be my first. “You serious?”

Lacey nodded, biting her lip in arousal. “But we gotta get back, baby,” she said. My cousin gave me a sexy smile. “Don’t worry, Markie, we got all summer.”

***

Satisfied and feeling closer than ever before, Lacey and I rode back to the house. I grabbed my heavy suitcase from the back of Aunt Betty’s station wagon and Lacey held my hand, giving me little wistful looks as we went inside. The aroma of chicken fried steak wafted out from the kitchen. Jean was in the living room, talking on the phone to one of her boyfriends back home. Michelle was laying on her stomach on the floor, watching afternoon cartoons on the TV. She looked up as Lacey and I came through the door.

“Hey, Lacey, cousin Mark,” she said, and gave us a suspicious look. “What have you two been doing?”

Lacey rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Mickie,” she said. She gave me an almost apologetic look. But I just dismissed Michelle’s words. For years, it had been a running joke that Lacey and I were ‘summer lovers,’ but I always assumed no one ever really thought my cousin and I had become intimate in any way. Still, I remembered Jean’s suggestion of using protection . . . .

Lacey took me up to my room. Aunt Betty had a big house, with five bedrooms. Two of them were always set up as guest rooms, allowing Jean and I to have our own accommodations. I set my suitcase on the floor by the bed, and turned to my cousin. Lacey kissed me deeply, pushing me back onto the bed for a moment.

“I want you, Markie,” she whispered heatedly, staring down hungrily into my eyes. “I’ve been saving myself for you.”

I trembled, my cock getting hard again in my jeans. Lacey felt it as she rubbed her crotch against mine. I groped her breasts through her shirt, kissed her deeply. “Oh, Lacey . . . .”

“After dinner,” she whispered. “I wanna go to the pond with you. There won’t be anyone else around for miles.”

I shuddered, staring up into her beautiful eyes. “Y-you wanna . . . I mean, tonight?”

She smiled sweetly, licked her lips contemplatively. “We can’t, not yet,” she said, then blushed. “I just got on the pill. I have to wait a few weeks, but . . . we can still do some things like what we did today, things we’ve always wanted to do.”

I sighed with relief and arousal. I mean, I wanted Lacey, I wanted to make love to her more than I wanted to breathe. But I was apprehensive and nervous about having sex for the first time. I didn’t just want to jump into it. So I was glad that we had to wait.

I smiled, and for a moment, tugged aside her blouse and cupped one of Lacey’s nipples with my mouth. My cousin hissed with pleasure. I gave that dark pink nub a hard suck, then eased back.

“I can’t wait,” I said.

***

Dinner was a time for us all to get caught up on the events of the previous nine months. Jean went on and on about her two ‘best boyfriends,’ Kevin and Rick, trying to decide which one she wanted to be with. Michelle proudly shared the news that she was on the academic decathlon team at her high school. Lacey, who had just graduated high school – as had I – was nervous about going away to college.

“I still wanna be a veterinarian,” she said. “I’m just kind’a scared about going away.”

“Hey, it’s no big deal,” said Jean. “College is a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, but, I’m gonna have to move away,” she lamented. She looked to my sister. “You didn’t have to leave home to go to school. I do.”

Jean nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s true,” she said. Her eyes flickered between our cousin and me. “So, uh . . . you have a boyfriend, Lacey?”

Michelle suddenly laughed. “Yeah, he’s sitting right next to her!” she said, her dark brown eyes shining as she looked at me.

Lacey blushed deeply, and I felt a little warmth in my cheeks.

“Okay, that’s enough, Mickie,” said Aunt Betty. But I caught a look in her eye, even as she smiled, that suggested she thought the same thing as her youngest daughter. And I suddenly wondered if that smile meant she had no problem with Lacey and I being as close as everyone evidently thought we were.

Lacey and I shared conspiratorial smiles. I couldn’t wait to get to the pond and be alone with her.

After dinner, we all had some of Aunt Betty’s homemade rhubarb pie – two-time winner for best in the county, I might add – and watched a little TV as the sun went down. Betty broke out the Trivial Pursuit game from the closet.

“Who wants to play?” she asked with a smile. Jean and Michelle eagerly got down on the floor with Aunt Betty, but Lacey and I held back.

“Um . . . we’re going for a ride,” said Lacey, taking my hand. “Is that okay, Mom?”

Betty seemed to hesitate a moment, then nodded. “Sure, baby,” she said affectionately. “Just be careful, okay?” It seemed to me that her words conveyed more meaning than simply warning of the dangers of riding at night.

Lacey blushed slightly. “We will,” she said, then tugged on my hand, leading me to the door. Jean uncurled her legs and got up, following us. Lacey noticed, and gave me a nervous look.

“Um, I’ll go get Ellie and Hal ready,” she said, then slipped out the door. I watched after her, admiring her perfect ass. I tried to control my arousal.

“Mark.”

I looked back to my sister and sighed. “Jean, don’t start,” I said.

My sister just smiled, glanced back over her shoulder to the living room. Aunt Betty and Michelle were busy getting the game ready. Jean looked back to me, brushing back a strand of long brown hair. She pulled her hand from her pocket, even as she grabbed one of my own, and settled a small plastic package in my palm.

“Just in case,” she said, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. She spun away, heading back to the living room. “Okay! Who wants to get their butt kicked?”

I peripherally listened as Michelle and Aunt Betty responded to my sister’s challenge, glancing down at what my sister had given me.

A condom.

I swallowed nervously, and quickly stuffed the package in my pocket. Feeling both embarrassed and anxious, I opened the door and stepped out.

***

It took about fifteen minutes or so to reach the pond. Flanked by elms and poplars, the pool was like an oasis between two hills, bordering the fence line of the ranch’s property. The moon was rising when Lacey and I reared in the horses and slipped down from the saddle. We slapped the reigns around a low-hanging branch of one of the trees, giving Ellie and Hal room to graze on the grass and moss around the trunk.

Lacey gave me a nervously excited look as she took my hand and lead me to the pond. It was shallow, no more than three feet deep in the center, and about thirty feet across. The cool water reflected the moon above, and the entire glade seemed to glow ethereally.

At the edge of the pond, my cousin turned to face me. Without a word, we kissed softly and lovingly, our hands wandering. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, we began peeling off each other’s clothes. Lips caressed naked skin as it was revealed, and Lacey sighed as I gently suckled her breasts once more. Jeans and shirts fell to the ground, then finally, underwear.

I had never seen Lacey naked, and took in a deep breath as she was totally revealed to me. She had such a tiny waist, which made her hips look sexy and voluptuous. Her blonde pubic mound was naturally sparse, and she trimmed only barely. The golden, wispy hairs above and around her sex seemed to vanish in the pale light reflected off the water.

Lacey trembled before me, as nervous as I. But she slid her fingers around my thick, engorged penis, tugging gently as we kissed. The sounds of her yearning sighs mingled with the chirps and burbles of unseen forest creatures.

Taking a blanket from her saddle bags, Lacey lead me to a soft patch of grass beside the pool, and spread out the blanket. We kissed some more, staring into each other’s eyes. We did not have to say anything as we slowly settled onto our knees on the blanket. I caressed her firm breasts as her hands fluttered along my shaft and swollen balls. Her thumbs smeared pre-cum across the head of my dick while mine rubbed her stiff, swollen nipples.

I carefully lay my cousin back on the blanket, supporting myself over her as our lips remained locked. Lacey breathed hotly in my mouth, and I groaned as she rubbed the head of my dick against her slick, warm pussy.

“Ohh, Markie . . . .”

“Mmmm,” I responded, my head spinning. The feel of her moist heat against my penis was incredible. It would be so easy, I knew, to push inside her, to make love to my beautiful cousin the way we wanted to. On instinct, I started pressing against her slick cunt, feeling her lips part around the head of my cock.

“Not yet, baby,” she whispered, nervous. “Please.”

I sighed, pulled back with some difficulty. I smiled upon Lacey’s glowing face. “I . . . I have a condom,” I said, somewhat hopefully. My earlier apprehension about having sex had totally vanished, replaced by pure desire and love for my cousin.

Lacey smiled back, cupped my face. “Baby . . . when we do it, when you’re finally inside me . . . I don’t want anything in the way. Please, Markie, let’s wait.”

Oh, how could I argue with her? I chuckled softly, kissed her again. “Whatever you want, baby,” I said.

Lacey moaned, kissing me back desperately. Suddenly, she pushed against my chest. “Lift up, baby,” she whispered. Her eyes flashed with excitement. “I wanna do something.”

I pushed up, straightening on my knees, my stiff penis jutting out over Lacey’s taut abdomen. The sight of her spread legs, her golden bush framing plump, pink lips . . . oh, Jesus, Lacey had a beautiful pussy! Her thick little clit glistened like a pink pearl at the top of her slightly swollen slit.

Giving me an excited look, Lacey got back on her knees, kissing my lips, then my neck, then my collarbone . . . I trembled as Lacey slowly trailed kisses down my body, licking my chest, swirling her tongue around my little nipples, flicking that stiff muscle down my abdomen. My cock twitched and bobbed as her face moved closer. My sexy cousin flipped her hair back as she got on all fours, arching her back. My God did her tight little ass look incredible!

I looked down at her sexy face, leaning back on my knees as Lacey cupped my balls in her hand, her mouth poised just before the shiny wet head of my penis. She glanced up to me, her cheeks blushed with excitement.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” she said nervously. “So, um . . . bear with me.”

I smiled, my heart pounding. I petted her soft blonde hair. The feel of her warm breath on my cock was maddening. God, how many times had I fantasized about her sexy mouth on my dick? “Oh, Lacey . . . you don’t have to,” I said, even though I was dying to let her suck me.

Lacey grinned. “But I want to,” she said, and returned her adoring gaze to my stiff penis. “I really, really want to . . . mmmm . . . .” she moaned as her mouth opened and her lips slid wetly around the head of my penis, gliding down like a warm, moist sheath. Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock, massaging it firmly and pressing it against the roof of her mouth.

I moaned, leaning back more, supporting myself with my hands on the ground behind me. I watched in erotic fascination as Lacey went down on me, sucking sensuously but firmly. Her brow furrowed as she tasted a cock for the first time, as it filled her mouth. Her cheeks drew in, wrapping my dick in an envelope of hot sucking flesh. I shuddered in pleasure.

“Oh-h, God, Lacey!” I exclaimed. “That feels so good!”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned in response, sucking back and forth. I winced slightly as I felt her teeth scrape along my shaft, but Lacey shifted, adjusting her lip-lock on my dick, and was soon plunging smoothly up and down on my rod. I felt nothing but firm, wet warmth, the insistent push-pull of her mouth. The wet sounds she made were just audible above the crickets and bull frogs.

And I wondered: Did Adam feel this good when Eve gave him the first blow job in the Garden of Eden?

Lacey’s sucking became more and more urgent, her excited whimpers louder. Her body writhed and rolled, her sweet firm ass moving in tight little circles as if she was getting fucked by the Invisible Man. Her fingers curled beneath my swollen balls, tickling them, lightly squeezing. The expression on her face was one of glorious bliss as she worked as much of my cock in her mouth as she could, about half my length. Her lips glistened wetly, her mouth dripping saliva from the corners.

I luxuriated in the most incredible sensation I had ever experienced, letting Lacey bring me closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans of “mmm, mmm, mmm!” only increased my pleasure. And I was getting so close, oh, God, so fucking close . . . .

I heard the horses snorting, they way they do when startled. I looked toward them, seeing their shadowy outlines beneath the tree boughs. And for a moment, there was an unmistakably feminine figure, standing between two trees. By her height and long hair, I knew it was my sister. Then, swiftly, she melted against the trees.

My heart palpitated. Oh, shit! She caught us! Jean caught us!
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10-31-2010, 01:54 AM
Then why isn’t she doing anything? Why is she just watching?

Lacey slurped her wet mouth from my cock. I looked back to her, saw the wondering expression on her face, the way her soft pink lips were shiny and wet and dripping. My cock glistened from her mouth.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

I sighed. Damn, she was so unbelievably sexy! “No, baby,” I said, settling a hand behind her head. “Just a rabbit spooking the horses.”

Lacey giggled. “I wanna ‘spook’ you,” she said, then engulfed my dick once more, this time staring up at me as she sucked and pulled on my cock. Oh, God, that was so sexy, staring into her eyes, watching her incomparable mouth wrapped around my dick, sliding back and forth . . . .

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Lacey!”

My cousin murmured excitedly, sucking even harder, her body rolling and writhing as she literally fucked my dick with her mouth. My skin tingled, my body tensed, my cock felt electrified as it pulsed and pumped and sprayed inside Lacey’s mouth. I cried out, tilting my head back, watched a bolt of lightning flash across the sky high above as my semen jetted between Lacey’s eager lips.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she tasted my juice, and kept sucking to get it all. I thrashed, holding out against the intense sensations since they felt oh so fucking good! Lacey pulled and licked, squeezed and stroked, filling her mouth with cream. She smacked her lips, and a little sperm leaked from the corner of her mouth, trickling down to drip off her chin. She trembled, whimpering around my cock, her body shuddering, her sweet round ass shaking and bouncing up and down. The expression on her face was one of uncontrolled enjoyment.

I convulsed, my strength gone, and fell back. Lacey stayed with me, lovingly sucking my spent dick, keeping me in her mouth as I slowly softened. I shuddered with every little movement of her lips and tongue, felt her breathe out through her nose.

Finally, she sucked her mouth off my dick, letting it flop like a newborn calf to my abdomen. I looked down at her face, saw her eyes closed as she licked her lips, savoring the load of cum that swirled in her mouth. Then she swallowed her mouthful of semen and breathed out, her lips trembling. “Uhn,” she emitted faintly. “Oh, God . . . .” She returned her mouth to my crotch, licking up and down my half-hard cock, mouthing and kissing my balls.

My head fell back as I panted, recovering. I blinked, staring up at the stars through the leaves and branches above us. I felt so relaxed, so satisfied . . . .

Lacey crawled up over me, planting hungry kisses on my abdomen, chest, neck, and face. She mashed her lips against mine, driving her tongue into my mouth as she settled atop me, pressing her steamy, wet pussy against my cock. Holy shit, was she always that wet?

She lifted her head, staring at my face. Her freckles seemed more pronounced, or maybe it was because of the deep blush of her cheeks. The little trickle of semen still glistened from the corner of her mouth to her chin as she smiled upon me, amber-hazel eyes glowing.

“I guess you liked that,” she whispered, then giggled softly.

I laughed with euphoria, made an effort to wrap my arms around her. “Oh, baby . . . I fucking loved that,” I said earnestly.

Lacey grinned, bit her little pink tongue. “Guess what?”

“What?” I asked, brushing her lovely blonde hair with my fingers.

“I came, too,” she said. “Right when you started squirting. Can you believe that? I wasn’t even touching myself or anything, and I got off, too!”

I gave her a surprised look. “Really?”

She nodded, still grinning. “God, that was so hot!” she exclaimed. “I mean, I could feel it, right before you started cumming! It got all thick and really hard in my mouth, and then . . . sploosh!” She giggled. She breathed in deeply, then out, giving me a sultry look. “I wanna do it again.”

I chuckled. “Might have to wait a little while,” I said.

Lacey’s sexy eyes burned. “Uh-uhn,” she said, then slid down my body. She lifted my soft cock, licked all around it. She stared up at my face as I watched her. “I dare you to not get hard,” she whispered.

I groaned, watching my cousin’s talented, eager pink tongue lapping at my cock, her lips kissing and sliding up and down the sides. Despite my recent orgasm, I was, indeed, getting hard again. Lacey squealed with glee and started sucking me again.

Oh, God, she’s incredible! I thought, settling my hands on her head, turned on immensely as she bobbed up and down, sucking hungrily. Lacey, apparently, had suddenly become addicted to giving head. She sure had a natural talent for it.

And I sure as hell didn’t mind letting her satisfy her hunger with me.

***

“Oh, God! Please stop! Stop!” I grunted, my cock burning in Lacey’s mouth.

I heard my sexy cousin laugh softly, punctuated as she swallowed my cum yet again. She crawled up beside me, laying down with her head on my shoulder, her hand stroking my chest, her left leg draped over my thighs. She idly wiped the corners of her mouth, sucked her fingers clean.

“You okay, baby?” she asked me sweetly.

I huffed for a few moments, seeing stars. “I-I think . . . f-four times . . . is enough . . . for one night.”

Lacey giggled. She pushed up and a look of compassion passed over her sweet face. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she said.

I laughed, stroked her body. “No way, baby,” I said. “I just . . . well, you sucked me dry.”

She laughed. “And I had a lot of fun doing it,” she said.

I smiled, kissed her tenderly. My head fell back. I was all but exhausted. “God damn . . . four times . . . .”

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” said Lacey, touching my face and giving me an apologetic look. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

I smiled up at her angelic face. “Hey, don’t get me wrong,” I said. “Long as I can keep getting it up, you can keep doing that.”

“Yeah?” Lacey glanced down to my penis, and her hand cupped my balls. “So, uh—”

“I wanna eat you,” I said, interrupting her.

Lacey snapped her head back, her cheeks coloring instantly. Her eyes softened with arousal, and she bit her lip. She suddenly smothered my mouth with hers, kissing me deeply, digging with her tongue. She moaned into my mouth.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered, breaking the kiss. “Come up here.”

Lacey giggled girlishly, and crawled up my body. I watched her soft, blonde-haired pussy as she swung her lean leg over me. Her plump vagina was swollen and wet, her clit bright pink. I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Wait,” said Lacey, and moved her leg back over me. She turned around, straddling my head as she got in a sixty-nine over me. “Just in case you get hard again.”

I chuckled, looked up at my cousin’s beautiful, hairy blonde cunt. Her tight, firm little ass cheeks were spread apart by the way she leaned over me. A shaft of moonlight seemed to land right on her perfect ass, completely illuminating her tight, puckered pink anus and swollen, equally pink pussy lips. I slipped my arms around her slender thighs, pried her pussy open with my fingers. Damn, she was so wet! I inhaled the strong, sweet, tangy aroma of her pussy.

Lacey whimpered in anticipation as I licked her inner thighs. I felt the soft hairs of her furry lips against my cheek as I got closer and closer. I pulled her open even more, eyeing her glistening, dripping pink. I moaned in arousal.

Lacey gasped, and whimpered loudly, her body shaking as I lifted my head and sucked as much of her dewy, slick pussy flesh in my mouth as I could. Oh, God! She tasted incredible! I sucked and slurped, pulling on her lips with mine, sliding my tongue as deep in her tunnel as it could go and rubbing her tight little asshole with my nose.

“Oh, Markie!” she gasped, grabbing my cock. “Oh, baby! Mmmm . . . .” Her moans became muffled as she stuffed my dick back in her mouth, sucking almost the entire thing since I was soft.

Lacey rolled her hips, grinding her increasingly wet snatch against my mouth as I sucked and licked and tongued her. I couldn’t get enough of Lacey’s pussy, and felt as addicted to her flavor as she was to mine. I sought out her clit with my tongue, slashed at it with my tongue. Lacey convulsed, gasping around her mouthful of dick.

I kept it up, licking, sucking, pulling, pushing, squeezing her ass with my hands and even massaging her asshole with my fingertips. A few times, I even licked up to her anus and rimmed her a few moments. Lacey rumbled around my cock.

She got off like a firecracker after maybe a handful of minutes, her pussy twitching and spurting and gushing in my mouth. I sucked out her cum eagerly, swallowing it down. Lacey slurped her wet, dripping mouth from my dick and cried out, gasping loudly through her orgasm. And I didn’t stop.

Lacey came again and again as I sucked her heavenly pussy. I loved the way she writhed and rolled and whimpered when she came, and the taste of her rich fluid inundated my senses. She was all I could taste and smell. I was so turned on by her repeated orgasms that my cock stiffened once more in her grasp.

Lacey masturbated me furiously, licking the head as she shuddered over and over with her own pleasure. My own orgasm came over me before I knew it, and I moaned into Lacey’s pussy as I erupted. Lacey giggled and gasped, pressed her mouth to the head of my dick and rubbed my spurting penis all over her face. Then she took me back in her mouth, sucking me lovingly and tenderly until I was soft.

We lay still a while, with me kissing her adorable cunt, Lacey mouthing my soft cock. Finally, she rolled off me and we both sat up.

We looked at each other. Lacey had streams and rivulets of cum dripping down her face, with a thick dollop of it on her nose, her mouth smeared with the stuff. I suddenly laughed. God, she looked so hot, yet so fucking cute!

“You’re all wet!” she exclaimed, touching my chin. “Did I really juice that much?”

I touched my face, realizing my cheeks and chin were slick with Lacey’s fragrant cum. “Me? What about you?”

Lacey giggled. “Is it all over the place?” she asked, crossing her eyes to look at the glob of sperm on her nose. She laughed.

“I wish I had a camera,” I said, watching cum drip from her chin to her gravity-defying breasts.

Lacey’s eyes flashed. “We’ll take pictures some other time, baby,” she said. She licked her lips, then wiped her nose and sucked her fingers. “We got all summer.”

I eyed the pond. “Maybe we should clean up,” I said.

Lacey smiled demurely. “What time is it?”

I checked my watch. “Damn. It’s after eleven. We’ve been out here almost three hours.”

Lacey bit her lip, looked a little disappointed. “We should probably head back,” she said, and pouted.

I nodded reluctantly. “Yeah.”

Lacey took my hand, and we got up, stepping into the pool. The bottom was muddy and soft, but the water was relatively clean. Lacey and I washed each other’s bodies and faces, then climbed back onto the blanket. We cleaned the gooey mud off our feet with the blanket, then got dressed. Leaning against each other, feeling so totally satisfied, we walked back to the horses and climbed into the saddles.

I didn’t tell Lacey, but I noticed the evidence of another horse that had been tethered to a tree at the very edge of the little grove.

I wondered how long my sister had watched us.

***

I wasn’t much of a smoker; I usually only lit up when with some of my buddies and we had scored a case of beer through ‘Uncle Charlie.’ But, after the night’s activities with Lacey, I really felt like I needed one. So, with the house dark and Lacey taking a ‘real’ shower upstairs, I stole out on the large back porch, took out my pack, and lit a cigarette. I exhaled with satisfaction into the still night air.

“Want some company?”

I was startled by the voice, and almost dropped my smoke. I looked to see my sister, clad in little blue shorts and a black tank-top, closing the door behind her. She gave me an impish smile.

“Uh . . . sure,” I said.

“Got another one?” asked Jean, stepping up to me.

I blinked, then took out a cigarette, lit it for her. My sister was tall, taller than me, even, standing almost six feet without shoes on. She had a slender, athletic build gained from years of playing high school and college basketball, and long, wavy black hair. I always figured that Jean, with her attractive face and slender body, was destined to be a model.

“You guys have a, uh, a nice ride?” she asked cagily, looking out over the prairie.

I studied her face a moment, then chuckled and pulled on my cigarette. “Cut it out, Jeanie,” I said. “I know you were watching.”

She blushed. “I . . . I didn’t mean to,” she said, glancing to me sheepishly.

“Oh, really?” I asked challengingly.

Her blush deepened. “Look, Mark,” she said. “Lacey’s your cousin. No matter what you feel toward each other—”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. My heart sank. “I know.”

Jean didn’t say anything for several minutes as we smoked in silence. She slipped her arm around me.

“I love you, bro,” she said at last. “You know I do. Maybe we’ve had our fights in the past, but I still love you.”

I nodded. “I love you, too,” I said. I looked to her. “And I love Lacey. I really do.”

My sister gave me a sympathetic look. “I know you do,” she said. She flicked her cigarette, then headed to the door. She suddenly laughed softly.

“God damn, bro,” she said. “Four times?”

I chuckled. “Five, actually.”

Jean rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “My brother, the stud,” she breathed out, then headed inside.

Lacey and I, as always, were inseparable. We would ride into town like Old West gunfighters, tethering Ellie and Hal outside the convenience store, the arcade, the grocery mart. Everyone knew us in the small town, and no one batted an eye as my cousin and I held hands and occasionally kissed. We had always been like that. We bought each other little trinkets, such as leather wrist bands with polished steel emblems on them, a straw cowboy hat for Lacey and a spur-like keychain for me.

We both got matching T-shirts that read ‘Riders Do It In The Saddle’ and changed into them right there in the store. Lacey gave me a look of arousal as her breasts were so publicly bared before pulling the shirt down over them. But there was no one else in the little store except the clerk, who was immersed in the latest edition of Hot Rod magazine.

Almost every single day, Lacey and I found ways to satisfy our passions. The hills were alive with the sounds of passion as Lacey and I sucked and stroked and fingered each other to numerous orgasms. My cousin, it seemed, had become a literal addict to the taste of my semen. I had no trouble feeding her as much as she wanted, even if it was four or five times a day.

While Aunt Betty and Michelle seemed to think that Lacey and I were just continuing our ‘innocent’ relationship, doing nothing more than kissing and holding one another, Jean knew the truth. But she seemed to approve for the most part, although she evidenced some worry about what would happen once the summer ended.

“You know she’s going away to school, Mark,” Jean said one afternoon as we did our chores around the ranch. We were in the barn, with me stripped to the waist, sweating profusely as I tossed bales of hay into the bin for the horses, Jean sweeping the hardwood floor. “She’s gonna meet other guys.”

“I know,” I said sourly.

“And if she gets that internship at the zoo, Lacey won’t be able to get away next summer—”

“I know!” I shouted at my sister, hurling another bale. She stared at me, startled by my outburst. She stopped sweeping and straightened up.

I sighed, shoulders sagging. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean—”

“Mark, it’s okay,” she said soothingly. “You really are in love with each other, huh?”

I gritted my teeth, cracked my knuckles through the thick canvas gloves I wore. “I don’t wanna think about that right now,” I said. I gave my sister a heartfelt look. “Look, as far as I’m concerned, nothing matters but this summer. Fall’s not here yet. Don’t ruin this for me, Jeanie. Just let us be happy, and when . . . when August comes and we have to leave . . . I’ll say good bye. But don’t make me think about it now.”

My sister slowly smiled. She actually looked embarrassed, or maybe even a little jealous. She nodded. “Okay,” she said simply.
ccman84
10-31-2010, 01:57 AM
hat night, Lacey gave me anxious looks as she took me by the hand and walked me toward the barn. All throughout dinner, she had been staring at me, and I at her. We both knew that the ‘waiting period’ for her birth control had ended. She had marked the date on the calendar in her room, and we had both been counting down the days.

Everyone else was in the house, watching TV. Aunt Betty’s boyfriend, a tall, muscular guy who had been a ranch hand, was over, commanding her attention, Jean was on her cell-phone with Kevin, and Michelle was busy watching her favorite animated movie. No one seemed to notice when Lacey and I slipped away.

The sixteen horses in the barn snorted and whinnied as we stepped through the little entrance beside the big barn doors, but Lacey shushed them. Giving me an anxious look, she climbed up the ladder to the hay loft. I followed her awe-inspiring ass as I climbed up after her.

We fell onto a soft bed of hay, kissing, groping, touching. Our clothes seemed to disappear on their own, leaving us both naked. I sucked on Lacey’s firm breasts as she sighed in pleasure, stroking my rigid cock. I slipped my hand between her thighs, probing her slick pussy (I noticed she had trimmed her pubes, shaving her lips and sculpting her honey-colored bush to a triangle) as I licked and nibbled her stiff nipples. Lacey gasped and whimpered as she gushed all over my fingers, crying out my name.

She pushed me back, then went down on me, sucking hard on my stiff penis, getting it slick and ready. She moaned around my cock as I fingered her juicy cunt. She finally slipped her wet mouth from my dick and glared up at me.

“Make love to me, Markie,” she whispered.

Lacey lay back on the hay, gazing up at me with a loving, nervous expression as I settled between her legs. I kissed her neck, her cheeks, her soft lips, pressing the head of my cock against her dripping pussy. She lightly scratched my chest, stared up into my face.

“I know it’s gonna hurt, Markie,” she whispered. “But no matter what, don’t stop. Please, okay? Don’t stop.”

I smiled. “I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”

Lacey murmured as I kissed her again, then let out a small, faint grunt as I slowly penetrated her. I gasped at the heat of her, the incredibly tight fit of her virgin tunnel. Oh, God! It felt even better than I thought it would!

Lacey huffed, held her breath, staring at my face as she grimaced. I worked back and forth, giving my sweet cousin a little more of my length on each thrust, until I felt something stopping me. It was soft, yielding, like wet cotton. I paused, looked down at her.

“I love you, Lacey,” I whispered.

She nodded, looking both fearful and aroused at the same time. “I love you, Mark,” she said, her face contorting as tears leaked from her eyes. “Oh, God, I love you so mu-AHHHH!!!”

Lacey convulsed, crying out as I stabbed my cock all the way inside her, tearing through the membrane that kept her pure. I shuddered with the heat and sucking motions of Lacey’s sweet pussy as we both lost our virginities at the same time. Lacey shook under me, reflexively pushing against my chest, her legs kicking in the air. She gasped, cried, her eyes wide open and staring at the rafters.

“Oh, G-o-o-od,” she whimpered, then closed her eyes, tears streaming from her eyes to soak into her hair.

I was lost in my own world, moving back and forth inside her – inside her! – relishing the rippling, pulling motions of her vaginal muscles as they pulled on my cock. I groaned in pleasure. I slid slowly in and out of her wet tunnel, looking down at her bulging vulvae as they were wrapped around my thrusting cock. I trembled at the sight.

“Markie,” said my cousin, making me look at her. She was smiling. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“It doesn’t?” I asked dumbly.

She shook her head. “Oh, Jesus Christ, it feels so good . . . .”

I grinned, and Lacey and I laughed together, sharing our joy. We kissed deeply, and I kept pushing in and out of her tight little pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning into my mouth. She rolled her hips, fucking me back, making love to me as earnestly as I made love to her.

After a while, Lacey started breathing rapidly and shallowly, her breasts bouncing as I buried myself again and again inside her. My cousin clutched me, digging her fingertips into my cheeks – damn, was I glad she trimmed her nails! – and howled long and loudly as she came. Her pussy spasmed and clamped down tightly on my thrusting rod, squeezing so hard I thought she might actually pinch it off. I winced, shaking over her, staring into Lacey’s orgasmic, beautiful face. Her fluid spurted around my dick, saturating her inner thighs and cheeks.

She finally came back down, and before I knew it, she had rolled me over, keeping my cock inside her. She curled her legs up until she was in a squat over me, and braced her hands on my chest as she fucked me. She pumped up and down, tossing her head about, her long blonde hair flying around her face. She gave me feral, almost desperate looks as she smacked her tight, wet ass to my crotch again and again and again.

“Cum, baby!” she hissed, fucking me with abandon. “Cum for me, Markie! Cum inside me! Oh, God YYYEEEAAHHHH!!!!”

Lacey threw her head back and literally screamed in release as she came with her most volcanic orgasm ever. I was so overcome, so incredibly turned on. I squeezed her perfect ass, drove my cock as deep inside Lacey’s spasming pussy as it could go, and groaned as I came.

Lacey stared at me with a wide-eyed expression as my thick surges of sperm rocketed from my cock to fill her womb. She pumped up and down, gasping and moaning, milking my dick with her pussy. “Oh my God! Oh my God! I can feel it! I feel it, baby! Uhnnnn . . . .”

I grunted, panting with my exertions, my vision going blurry. My dick burned inside my cousin’s hot, sucking pussy. I slapped my hands to her hips and pushed her down, keeping my dick shoved all the way inside her. Lacey and I quaked together, and we both sighed in satisfaction.

She fell atop me, panting as she recovered. I lifted heavy hands and stroked her hair, her sleek, toned body. My penis slowly softened inside her.

Lacey kissed my neck, breathing hotly. “Oh, God, baby . . . oh, Markie, I love you so much . . . .”

I murmured, kissed her shoulder. “I love you, too,” I managed to say.

***

We awoke a little while later, and Lacey finally pulled herself off me. We both watched, with Lacey giggling, as our mingled cum dribbled out of her pussy, soaking into the hay. Lacey wiped some up with her fingers, sucked them clean.

“Mmm,” she moaned, staring at me. She gave me an impish look. “Wanna go again?”

I chuckled, and threw Lacey onto her back. She cooed as I went down on her. I had to admit that our cum tasted good, mixed together in the burning cauldron of her pussy. I licked and sucked Lacey’ quivering clit until she climaxed again, then moved up over her and shared the sticky treat as I invaded her once more.

Lacey and I made love all night. She begged me to take her from behind, and I don’t think I could ever see a more beautiful sight than my sexy cousin on her hands and knees, her firm cheeks barely shaking as I slapped my hips to hers, driving again and again into her eager cunt.

I came three more times that night, once more in her sweet sucking pussy, once all over her tight little ass, and once in her mouth when she urged me to pull out from her sopping pussy and straddle her chest. She wrapped her breasts around me and sucked on the pussy-flavored head of my dick until I erupted between her lips, and she swallowed my load with contented moans.

We fell asleep for the night in the hay loft, our sweaty bodies entwined, kissing and murmuring our love for one another. I knew I would never be in love with any woman as much as I was with my own cousin.
ccman84
10-31-2010, 01:58 AM
In hindsight, it is obvious to me that Aunt Betty, Michelle, and even my mother understood what had happened between Lacey and I that summer. But no one ever said anything about it. Perhaps, if Lacey and I had not reluctantly agreed to go our separate ways at summer’s end, they might have voiced their concerns. But Lacey and I understood that, no matter how much we loved each other, our relationship could not go beyond the bliss we had experienced over those three wonderful months.

That last day of summer, just a week before I was to go away to my East Coast college and Lacey to hers, we shared one last, passionate afternoon, making love in the hay loft of the barn once more. I was surprised and aroused beyond words when Lacey got on her hands and knees and offered me a bottle of lubricant.

Oh, Jesus! How incredible it felt to penetrate her ass! Lacey winced a little at first, and grimaced at the discomfort, but once my cock was sliding back and forth between her cheeks, delving deep in her rectum, Lacey really got into it and all but slammed her ass back against me, crying out as she fingered her pussy and came again and again. The sight of her tight little anus stretched around my thrusting cock spurred me on, and I fucked her as deeply as I could before finally ejaculating in her burning bowels.

Afterward, we gave each other passionate kisses as we lay together. The looks we shared said more about how much we loved each other than words could ever express.

Lacey and I kept in touch when we went away to college, but the letters, and later, email, became less and less frequent as the years wore on. I dated several women, and was even engaged at one point before breaking it off when I realized she had cheated on me.

None of the women I dated seemed to compare to my sexy cousin. I hated the fact that the perfect woman for me was the one woman I could not have.

***

I’ll never forget the pain I felt in my heart when Lacey sent out her wedding announcement. But I had to respect my cousin for the woman she was, and sent her my blessings.

I almost did not go the wedding, but realized that I had to. As much as I loved Lacey, I could not insult her with my absence on the day that she gave herself to her husband. And I had to admit that Jeff was a nice guy. He was honest, humble, and treated Lacey like a princess.

“He reminds me of you,” she said that afternoon, when I came to see her in the little ready room of the church. Jesus, she looked so beautiful in her wedding gown, like a goddess. Her face glowed; she looked different with makeup on, like a painted doll.

“God, Lacey, I wish—”

She shushed me with a finger to my lips. Her eyes were emotional, and I could tell she was struggling to hold back tears. “I-I know, Markie,” she said in a choked voice. She stared into my eyes. “So do I. B-but it has to be th-this way.”

I nodded slowly, begrudgingly. “I know.”

Lacey stepped up before me, pressing her slender, beautiful body to mine. “I love you, Markie,” she whispered, then kissed me deeply. I moaned, kissing her back with as much passion as I could give. Without hesitation, Lacey slid down my body, unzipping my slacks and pulling out my dick. I trembled in pleasure, watching my sexy cousin, on her knees in her wedding dress, blowing my cock less than half an hour before she was to exchange vows with her husband. I held back my moans of pleasure as she eagerly serviced me, sucking hard, then soft, and staring up into my eyes as my cock ejaculated in her mouth. She let my cum bubble between her lips a moment before swallowing it.

Licking her lips, Lacey tucked my dick away and stood, kissing me once more. My hands wandered over her body, sliding up her lean thigh under her dress . . . .

“Don’t, Markie,” Lacey said, stepping back with a painful, apologetic look. “Please. Because you know I want you so much . . . .”

I f****d myself to stop, and nodded reluctantly. A blow job would have to do, I figured. I smiled, accepting that the future I always wanted with my cousin was not to be. “Fix your makeup,” I said. “Your . . . husband’s waiting.”

***

I got pretty drunk at the reception, but not so drunk that I couldn’t seduce Jessica Watson, one of my cousin’s hot little bridesmaids after Lacey and her new husband left to consummate their marriage. I banged the hell out of Jessica, first in my rental car, then in my hotel room. At one point, I called her ‘Lacey’ as I was shooting my load in her pussy. That pretty much killed the mood for her, and she left.

I graduated college a year later, went in with a friend of mine and started a small distributing firm. We struggled for the first year or so, but eventually began growing and making a profit.

I met Lana at a small business emporium in town, and we hit it off right away. She was a kinky, enthusiastic lover, and reminded me, in many ways, of Lacey. Like my cousin, Lana was a natural blonde, slender and demure, and sexually voracious. Four years younger than I, Lana nevertheless had a good head on her shoulders and a definite eye for business. She became my partner and helped the distributorship grow as we acquired more and more contracts.

Lana and I were married a year after we met. Everyone on both sides of the family showed up, including Lacey and her husband. The reception was hosted at my Uncle Mike’s Hyannis Port home, which consisted of a two-story mansion, three acres of land, and even a private dock and a boat house.

At one point, as my new wife – beautiful in her tight little sun dress that showed off her firm breasts and long, killer legs – was talking with my sister and mother, Lacey approached me, leaving her husband with a group of men talking about barbecues, fishing, and football. Lacey looked even more beautiful than on her wedding day. She still had a slender body, her hips still narrow since she had not yet had c******n, even though she and Jeff had been trying for over a year.

“She’s gorgeous, Markie,” my cousin said, taking my hands and looking toward my wife. She smiled back at me. “I’ve talked with her. I like her. She’ll be a good wife, I know.”

I nodded. “The next best thing to you,” I said honestly.

Lacey’s eyes dipped. She sniffed, holding back her emotions. “Um . . . can we go for a little walk?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

Lacey and I wandered around our uncle’s property (Mike was Aunt Betty’s brother), talking casually. She told me about the veterinarian practice she had joined with, shared a few anecdotes with me. I told her about how Lana and I met, about how the company was doing. Lacey commended me on my success.

Somehow, we ended up in the boat house. There was no one else in the building, and our seclusion from the outside world allowed our burning passion for one another to surface. We embraced, kissed longingly. My love for Lacey had never diminished, neither had hers for me.

I know I should have felt guilty for making love to Lacey on the day that I married my wife, but I didn’t. Our clothes seemed to melt away as Lacey and I fell into one of the moored boats, and it rocked back and forth on the water as we made love. Lacey was just as hot and tight as I remembered, and she cried out in orgasm as she bounced atop me in reverse-cowgirl, impaling herself on my cock over and over. She urged me to cum inside her, then spun around and sucked our fluid off my dick.

We made love tenderly and passionately over the course of the following hour or so. I held her legs apart as I pounded away inside her, unloading once more in her eager womb. She passionately licked my cock clean as I lapped at her oozing pussy in a sixty-nine atop the boat’s prow. We sucked each other until we came at the same time, Lacey gratefully gulping down my seed as I spurted in her mouth. Lacey’s skill at giving head had grown exponentially; she was even better than my wife.

The boat house, thankfully, had a small bathroom, and Lacey and I cleaned up before heading back to the party. She went back to her husband, and I to my new wife. No one seemed to notice that we had been gone, except my sister. Jean gave Lacey and I a suspicious look as we came back, but said nothing.

I was surprised that night that I was able to get it up twice with Lana.

***

The wedding had been in mid-summer. The following Christmas season, Lana and I accepted an invitation to spend the holidays at my Aunt Betty’s. Lana was the adventurous type, and looked forward to spending a couple of weeks in the country. She was itching to have sex outdoors, she told me. Aunt Betty said we could take one of the rooms in her house, while my sister and her husband Kevin would take another one. She casually mentioned that Lacey and Jeff were coming home as well.

It was a late afternoon when Lana and I arrived at the house. Snow was falling on the ground, and we shivered against the cold as I dragged our suitcases up to the house. There were numerous cars parked outside, most of them rental sedans like mine and Lana’s.

Everyone was gathered inside, and Aunt Betty met me and my wife at the door with hugs and kisses. She showed us to the living room, where the dozen or so other guests milled about. A big Christmas tree dominated the room, already surrounded by presents for the kids. Michelle came to hug me, showing off her boyfriend. She had grown into a beautiful young woman, I noticed.

I found my sister Jean, gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, pumped her husband’s hand. Jean gave me a strange look and a little smile.

“Lacey’s out on the back deck,” she said meaningfully.

I blinked. “Um . . . thanks,” I said.

Lana, the social butterfly that she was, easily mingled with the others, and let me step away after giving her a loving kiss. I headed to the back deck, opening the door to see Lacey standing alone, her back to me. She turned her head slightly, but she couldn’t see me.

“Hi, Lacey,” I said.

She smiled, then shuddered. I stood behind her, impulsively pressing my body to hers and kissing the back of her neck. Lacey trembled, breathing out, pushing back against me. But there was something reserved about her response. I got the feeling there was something my cousin wanted to tell me. Then she turned slowly, letting me get a good look at her.

My beautiful cousin’s belly was noticeably swollen with pregnancy. She wasn’t huge, but her condition could not be hidden no matter what she wore. I thought she looked incredibly beautiful.

I laughed. “Wow,” I said. “Um . . . congratulations. Is it a boy or a girl?”

Lacey blushed. She wasn’t wearing makeup, and suddenly reminded me of the eighteen-year-old beauty from six and a half years before. She touched her stomach.

“It’s a boy,” she said. Her beautiful eyes flashed to me. “You wanna feel?”

I smiled, mesmerized by her pregnant belly. I settled my hand on my cousin’s firm, rounded stomach. I felt slight motion beneath, and gasped. “Holy shit,” I muttered.

Lacey laughed. Her eyes bored into mine. “I-I wanted to tell you,” she said. “I-I mean . . . I should have. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay,” I said. “I’ve been busy, anyway.” I gently smoothed my hand over Lacey’s naked belly as she pulled up her loose blouse. “So, uh . . . if I’m your cousin, what’s that make me to him? Uncle?”

Lacey laughed, then suddenly cupped my face as her smile drained away. “It makes you ‘daddy,'” she whispered, giving me a serious look.

I stared at her for a long moment, my heart suddenly thumping in my chest. “Wh-what?”

Lacey kept her eyes locked on mine. “He’s our little boy, Markie,” she said in a strained voice. Her eyes moistened with tears. “Yours and mine.”

I shuddered, swallowing nervously. “A-are you—”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “When I found out I was pregnant, I asked for a b***d test. I didn’t tell Jeff. Markie, honey . . . our baby’s b***d type is the same as yours. I’m carrying your son.”

I breathed out, feeling overwhelmed. I leaned against the snow-covered railing, trying to calm myself.

“Markie, it’s okay,” said Lacey.

I looked to her. “I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you need,” I said. “I-I’ll support you, I promise—”

Lacey suddenly laughed. “Markie, relax,” she said. She stepped up beside me, insinuated her face before mine. “I don’t want anything from you. You already gave me the one thing I always wanted, and you can’t believe how happy I was to find out that I’m having your baby.”

I gave her a confused look. “But . . . Jeff . . . what’s he gonna think?”

Lacey’s eyes dipped. She felt a little ashamed, I knew, just as I did. “Well, in case you haven’t noticed, Jeff’s tall, dark, and handsome, just like you. However our little boy comes out, no one’s gonna know it’s not Jeff’s.”

I was quiet for a long moment. I was going to be a father, but the mother of my first c***d was not my wife. Still, it all seemed right. Lacey and I had shared so many firsts in our lives . . . why not our first c***d?

“I’d like to come see him,” I said, looking to her.

Lacey’s eyes dripped. “Any time you want,” she said. “I promise.”

I smiled, sniffed. “Jeff will be a good father,” I said.

She nodded. “The best,” she agreed. “Next to you.”

I took my cousin in my arms, hugged her tightly. She shuddered against me, and I held her until her tears stopped flowing. Finally, I let her pull back, and wiped her eyes. Lacey smiled up at me.

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s go get some egg-nog.”

Lacey laughed, squeezed my hand. “Okay, but no rum for me,” she said.

***

Lacey’s son, whom she insisted on naming Mark Jeffrey Baines, was born on April 3rd of the following year. Lacey and Jeff sent out announcements right way, alerting everyone to the birth of their healthy, eight-pound baby boy.

About a week later, I was checking my private email, and noticed a message from Lacey. No text, no subject, but there was a single attachment, a .jpg image. I clicked on it, and was treated to the sight of a tiny infant in a hospital nursery crib, flailing his chubby little arms and legs about. And superimposed across the bottom of the picture were the words, “Hi, Daddy!”

I couldn’t help but cry. My little boy, I thought, and touched the screen.

“Honey?”

Lana’s voice jolted me back to reality. I closed the image, logged off the computer, wiped my eyes as my wife stepped into the room. She gave me a quizzical look.

“You okay, honey?”

I nodded, smiling upon her. “You wanna have a baby?”

Lana’s features melted, and she swooned. “Oh, honey . . . .”