Cousin Lacey

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.

***

That 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.

***

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 forced 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 children, 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.