Cousin Rocks My World on Nude Day

"You can eat me, Glen, so long as I can have you for dessert," she said with a lusty laugh.

Oh, my God. As soon as she said that, I remembered how we used to flirt with and tease one another. It may sound incestuous vulgar to someone on the outside, but we always talked like that to one another. Emotionally immature, so totally innocent, and sexually inexperienced, we were always throwing innuendoes around.

"Blow me," I said with a laugh.

"Eat me," she said returning my laugh.

I was always saying to her, blow me and she was always saying that to me, eat me. It was just the way we talked to one another. Even though I masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with Diane, licking her pussy and her sucking my cock, I now wondered if she ever masturbated over me in the way that I still masturbate over her.

We didn't really mean what we said. I really didn't want her to actually blow me and she really didn't want me to actually eat her, we were just goofing around. Okay, I wished she'd blow me but, at the time, it was just something we always said to one another. Yet, now that I remembered saying blow me and hearing her say eat me, I thought about her sucking my cock and me licking her pussy.

We sat together on the couch and I took her hand in my hand, while gazing in her big, blue eyes. It took all the self-control that I possessed, not to put her hand on my cock. Fearing that she'd leave, I didn't do that. After all that we've been through growing up, I was just so overwhelmed with emotion, sexual and otherwise to see her again. As if seeing an old, long lost friend, I couldn't take my eyes off her and I couldn't stop touching her arm, her shoulder, her knee, and her hand.

"What kind of convention are you attending, Diane? Electronics? Fashion? Home show? Boat show? Automobile?" With a multitude of men surrounding her, I imagined her wearing a short skirt and low cut blouse, while modeling and demonstrating whatever she was showcasing.

"It's none of those," she said looking at me, taking a breath, and pausing, as if suddenly feeling embarrassed for what she was about to say. "It's a swingers' convention," she said pausing again and taking another breath, before looking away and looking back at me to make solid eye contact. "I'm a swinger, Glen."

As if I was watching a movie, so far removed from the thought of her being a swinger, my mind was suddenly filled with incestuous, sexual fantasies. When she said she was a swinger, immediately, I don't know why, but I looked down at her tits, before looking back up at her pretty blue eyes. I couldn't help but imagine her naked. I couldn't help but imagine her kneeling in a circle jerk and blowing one guy, while surrounded by other men waiting their turn. I couldn't help but imagine her sucking my cock.

"A swinger? Really? Seriously? You're a swinger," I said with a nervous laugh, while imagining having sex with her.

"I am," she said giving me a such a sensuous look that I wanted to confess every perversion to her.

"Just men or do you do women, too," I said imagining Diane in bed naked with another women or two guys.

Then, I imagined Diane being gangbanged. Oh, my God. I could feel my cock growing in relations to my sexual imagination.

"I've had sex with women, but I'm not a lesbian. I do woman just to please and placate the man I'm with at the time. Men want to see two women together much more than two women want to be together," she said with a sexy laugh.

"Wow, I had no idea you'd turn out to be a swinger," I said looking at her, while wondering what she looked like naked and how she'd look in the throes of having hot sex.

"Are you ashamed of me?" When I didn't immediately answer me, she just assumed my response. "Oh, my God, you're ashamed of me." With the vision of her naked and having hot, swinging sex, lost in a sexual fantasy, I stared at her, not understanding what she was saying. She was just so damn desirably beautiful. "If you are ashamed of me, I can stay at--"

"Ashamed? Why would I be ashamed of you? No, don't be crazy. I'm not ashamed of you. You're my cousin and whatever you do or did wouldn't change the fact that I love you and have always loved you," I said giving her a hug, when I really wanted to give her a hump and her ass a squeeze.

"And I love you, too, Glen," she said leaning into me to give me another kiss on the lips that was a bit more than a peck.

Again, especially now that I knew she was a swinger, I so wanted to slip her my tongue. In hindsight, I couldn't believe that I confessed that I loved her and have always loved her.

"Besides, ashamed is not the word I'd use," I said thinking that I shouldn't say it, but I did anyway. "Aroused would more describe how I really feel about you participating in the swinging lifestyle," I said. "I apologize for my incestuous thoughts and dirty mind, but I can't help myself from imagining you naked and having hot sex with swingers...and with me."

"Yeah, well, not all sex with swingers is hot, trust me," she said with a laugh and pausing to look at me with a look that made me wonder what she was going to say, after ignoring what I said. "You know, Glen, now that you're single again," she said with a pause, while making solid eye contact again, "if you'd like, you can come with me to the convention."

"Cum? Did you mean accompany you or did you mean--," I said pausing and waiting for my nervousness to subside before continuing.

"The same old, Glen. Well, if it helps you feel more comfortable about being my escort, I'm still just as sexually attracted to you, as I was when I made out with you in your car," she said rubbing my knee and moving her hand higher to rub my thigh. Why I didn't take her hand and put it on my cock is beyond me. I so wanted her to touch me and feel me, while I kissed her and felt her.

"Oh, my God, Diane. I'm so embarrassed."

"Embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed? Are you embarrassed because I'm a swinger? Or are you embarrassed over what happened so very long ago. Whatever it is you're embarrassed about, don't be embarrassed, Glen. I knew exactly what I was doing, when I was doing it and what you were doing too," she said with a little laugh, before leaning in the give me another kiss.

This time, I didn't even have to think about slipping her my tongue and French kissing her, as she was the one who parted my lips were her tongue. Oh, my God, my hot, sexy cousin, just French kissed me, after 15 years. We kissed and kissed, and as if a magnet, my hand found her tits. I love feeling a woman's breast through her blouse and bra and Diane's tits felt incredible. My ex-wife, Sally had A cup tits and it was so very exciting to feel a big tit in my palm again.

"Diane, I've never forgotten the excitement of your kisses and now I have a new one to remember."

"You can be my escort and my big protector in the way you used to protect me from those horny guys at the dorm parties. Who knows, if you play your cards right, maybe you'll get luckier this time and we can finally cross that invisible line of incest that we were so afraid to cross back then," she said squeezing my hand, in the way she squeezed my cock so many years ago.

Oh, my God, did my sexy cousin just proposition me? She did. She really did.

"Yeah, I was always watching out for you, as if I was your big brother."

"An incestuous big brother," she said with a laugh.

"What do you mean?" Suddenly, my stomach sank. Did she remember all that we did? Other than some kissing, how much of what we did, did she remember?

"I remember when you pulled me out of that party, before they gangbanged me and we parked and made out. I remember you feeling me up, taking my tits out of my bra, and sucking on my nipples, before you put your cock in my hand."

"Oh, my God. You remember all that? I thought you were drunk."

"I was and if I wasn't so drunk, I would have sucked your cock, after making love to you. You made me so wet with your kisses and then when you sucked my tits, I so wanted to suck your cock, but if I put my head down, I would have puked all over you," she said with a laugh.

"Gees, Diane. I've always been so very sexually attracted to you. Now that you're in the swinging lifestyle, maybe we could--"

"Come to the Nude Day Swingers' Convention," she said with a laugh. "You never know what may happen," she said giving me a kiss on the lips and my ass a grab, when we stood.

That Saturday, two days after Nude Day, we attended the Swingers' Nude Day convention. It was the most erotic thing I had ever done in my life. There were thousands of swinging couples, but I had eyes only for my hot, sexy cousin. A day filled with talking about sex, seeing all things sexual, and being immersed in the swinging lifestyle, going from booth to booth to learn more about the swinging experience, she made me feel, as if I was her boyfriend and her swinging lover, instead of her cousin. With everything we so openly discussed, with nothing taboo, she made me so horny. Later that night, as if girlfriend and boyfriend, instead of cousins, we continued where we left off 15-years-ago in my parked car.

After sharing a wonderful dinner and a bottle of wine, we made out on the sofa. As if there wasn't a lapse of so many years in between, I felt her magnificent breasts through her blouse and bra and she felt my erection through my pants. Then, forsaking the guest bedroom, we retired to the master bedroom. Kissing and kissing her, I couldn't stop kissing her, while touching her, feeling her, and caressing her. The fact that she was my first cousin made it so much more exciting.

She allowed me to undress her and I took my sweet time unbuttoning her blouse in-between kisses, removing her bra, skirt, and panties. Then, working from head to toe, I kissed her in all those places that I dreamed and masturbated over, when fantasizing about having sex with Diane. Just as my mouth was all over her big tits, her hand was all over my cock, cupping my balls, stroking my erection, and fingering the engorged head of my prick.

Then, finally, I made my promise good about eating her. Teasing her about eating her, since we were young adults in college, finally now, I was fingering her and licking her. She had such a sweet pussy and I don't know if it was because she was my cousin or because she was a swinger or a combination of the both, but she made me so excited with the thought that she wanted me, as much as I wanted her.

"Oh, Glen, fuck me with your fingers. Oh, yeah, right there. That feels so good. Go deeper, baby, deeper. Now, lick my pussy. Lick me. Eat me. Stick your tongue all the way inside me. Lick me, while finger fucking me."

I love talking dirty in bed and Sally didn't. The fact that Diane was so vocal added to my sexual excitement and to the incestuous delight of the experience. Never have I been with a lover who was as sexual as I was.

"I love licking your pussy, Diane. I love finger fucking you, my best friend, and my cousin. I love eating your pussy."

"Oh, my God, Glen. I'm going to cum. Never have I had an orgasm so fast. Lick my clit, while rubbing my bean with your finger. Oh, yeah, baby. Right there. Right there. Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

After she had her orgasm, I moved up to meet her lips and we made out, as if we were teenagers at a movie.

"I love you, Diane."

"I love you, Glen," she said breaking off my kiss to slide down the bed.

When I looked down, she was looking up at me, while holding my cock in her hand and stroking me.

"This is my dream come true, Diane. You looking up at me, while holding my cock in your hand."

"What if I take you in my mouth, Glen. Would you like me to suck your cock, Glen? Would you like to have incestuous sex with your cousin?"

"I just did," I said with a laugh.

"Then, since you've already eaten my pussy, it will be okay for your cousin to suck your cock, before I fuck you."

"Oh, God, Diane, you're such a sexy woman. Suck my cock. Suck me, Diane. Blow me," I said, while watching her take my cock in her mouth.

Never in my life have I had such a blowjob, as he one that I received from my sexy, swinging cousin. Had I not pulled away, I would have exploded all the incestuous lust that I had for her in her mouth, but I needed to fuck her, really fuck her, just as I needed to make love to her.

"I love sucking your cock, Glen. You have such a big, hard prick."

"Fuck me, Diane. Make love to me. Then, after you fuck me, after you make love to me, after I explode my cum in your pussy, I want you to suck me. I need to fill your mouth with my cum."

"Oh, Glen, you know just what to say to a swinging woman," she said with a laugh.

We made love, steamy, lustful, incestuous love. Now, the love of my life, we've been living together ever since.

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