by Fanta C ©
Generally speaking, I'm not a person given to lusting after men like they were nothing but a piece of meat. That is until I met my cousin Lucas. It happened not long ago, and I was supposed to have gone to Europe with my friends for my summer vacation. At the last minute my father informed me that he and my mother didn't have the money to pay for that kind of trip. Instead they were sending me to my uncle's ranch in Wyoming. I couldn't have been more dissappointed.
My dad could see my dissatisfaction with this upcoming trip, but he told me that I wasn't to let my uncle, aunt or my cousins see my upset. I spent two months sulking as I listened to my friends planning what they were going to do and see while they were traveling Europe. I couldn't believe everything I was going to be missing out on. On the last day of school, I said goodbye to my friends, knowing it would be several months before I saw them again.
When I got home, my father was waiting with my mother. My suitcases, which I had packed the days before, were already loaded into the car for the drive to the airport.
At the airport, we checked in and had my luggage checked as well. I waited sullenly as my parents told me what I was supposed to do and that my uncle was going to meet me at the gate when I arrived.
The flight took almost 6 hours...the longest six hours of my life. I, with my unfailing good luck, got stuck behind an obese man who insisted on reclining his seat back far enough so that it rested against my knees no matter which way I positioned them.
By the time I deplaned, I was tired, had a headache, and my knees were numb. I walked out into the slightly crowded airport, searching for anyone who I thought might be looking for me.
That was when I spotted him. Oh my god! There was a Greek god standing in the middle of the Cheyenne airport. His golden blond hair was swept back in a clean cut style and his emerald eyes glistened softly in the dim area. My eyes roamed downward, noting that he was turned sideways allowing me an all over view, I took in the tight fit of his black t-shirt, which revealed incredibly taut muscles, and a six pack any male model would kill for. His jeans clung to his somewhat thick legs, accentuating his firm buttocks and muscular thighs. He wore cowboy boots on his feet.
As I stood there gawking at him, I felt moisture flood my most private area and I couldn't help but flush at my reaction. I'm not an ugly girl. My shimmering, wavy auburn hair was the envy of most of the girls in the senior class and my violet eyes made some of my worst enemies green with envy. My skin is creamy white and I have a luscious, curved body, with fairly good sized rounded breasts, and slim hips. Yet I had never done anything more than kiss and touch a boy. I knew the rumors, that I was a frigid witch, but I didn't pay attention, not caring that I had never felt the kind of attraction to a boy that my friends always talked about. But now I understood what they whispered about at sleepovers...I could feel the moisture against my underwear, and shifted slightly to try and stop the throbbing that was pulsing through my cunt.
I was still standing there, not moving a muscle, gawking at him, when he suddenly turned in my direction, saw me, grinned, and started walking toward me. I was frozen to the ground, my mouth hanging slightly ajar.
His eyes glimmered softly, roaming over my body as he approached. When he stood no more than a foot from me, he said in his deep timbered voice, "Lily?" I nodded dumbly, just staring at him, awestruck by how incredibly sexy he was. He held out his hand. "You may not remember me. I'm your cousin Lucas. It's good to see you again. It's been years since you visited. I know my dad was supposed to pick you up, but something came up. Our prize mare just gave birth to a new foal." He quickly switched topics then, suggesting we go pick up my luggage. As we walked along I couldn't help but notice the slight swagger with which he walked, and the way his jeans clung to every muscle of his legs. It was enough to make a girl really hot.
"So, I hear you weren't very anxious to come out here for the summer?" he asked as we waited for my luggage to come down the chute.
"No, I can't say that I was, or am for that matter. I was supposed to spend the summer in Europe," I replied, grateful that my voice had started working again.
"Don't worry, you'll have fun. It may not be Europe, but we know how to show people a really good time." I looked up at him and he winked as if he knew what had been running through my mind since I first saw him. But that wasn't possible. I wasn't that obvious....was I? We picked up my luggage then headed to his truck for the long drive to the ranch. I was amazed at how large Cheyenne was and how desolate everything seemed once the city lights vanished behind you. I don't remember much of anything from the drive, I fell asleep just past the Cheyenne city limits. The next thing I knew, Lucas was shaking me slightly, urging me to wake.
I opened my eyes and felt something hard, yet comfortable beneath my cheek. Oh my god! I had fallen asleep on his lap. My cheek rested against his firm, muscular thighs and my feet were on the seat near the passenger door. I sat up quickly, having to pretend I had felt his erection against the back of my head. How he had driven like that I'll never know.
"We're here," he said quietly, as if talking to loud would make the tension in the cab of the truck unbearable.
"So we are," I said softly, not looking him in the face. I think this disturbed him, because he grasped my chin with his tan, calloused hand. His emerald eyes stared straight into mine, fueling an arousal in me that had been building since I first saw him. He saw it there, in the depths of my violet eyes, no matter how hard I tried to keep it hidden.
Satisfaction glimmered in him, knowing that I was so aroused by his presence. "I know your secret," he whispered, leaning closer to me. "Your father told my uncle that you were uptight and sometimes snobby, I figured that meant that you were frigid too, not at all like the little girl I remembered, but you're not are you? You're a hot little number...it just takes a really hot man to get to you."
I tried to turn away, ashamed that he could figure me out so quickly...that he could know how hot I was for him.
"Don't look away from me, Lily. You know you want me, admit it. All it takes is three little words and I'm yours. I want you and you can have me...we can do things together that you've never dreamed of. Come on...you know you want me. All you have to do is tell me and I'm yours."
I knew he was goading me, trying to humiliate me, before rejecting me. But I couldn't help my response. I had to answer him. I couldn't not do it. "I want you," I said shamelessly, yet turned my head away as a tear coursed down my flushed cheek. It was followed by yet another, and another, until I was crying silent tears of embarassment.
I stiffened slightly, when I felt his arms come around me and pull me against him in a warm, comforting embrace. "Shhh, relax, Lily. I didn't mean to embarass you or make you cry. You shouldn't be embarassed or upset. It's perfectly natural to want someone...even if he is your cousin. You can't help the way you feel. Neither can I. The moment I saw you standing there, staring at me as if I were the sexiest guy in the world, seeing that desire in your eyes, I wanted you. You are beautiful beyond belief, and way out of my league. You're sophisticated and belong in an ivory tower. It's almost ironic, the unattainable princess and her fiercely protective bodyguard...wanting each other, yet coming from two completely different worlds. It's almost enough to make me stay away from you. Almost. But I can't stay away from you Lily, don't think I'll even try. I'll have you. And you'll have me."
I had listened to his speech, every word pounding at my defenses until there was nothing left. I knew he would have me..and I would give myself to him, without hesitation. He would be my first. "I don't want you to stay away, Lucas. I want you to be my first."
"Your first?" he asked, just a little shocked. "You mean you've never been with anyone?"
"I haven't. Does that bother you? Do you still want me?" I whispered, afraid that because I was a virgin, he wouldn't want to be with me.
"How can you even ask that?" he cried, stunned. "Of course I still want you. Even more now than before. Just the thought that you want me to be your first is enough to make me explode." He grabbed my hand and gently placed it against the front of his jeans. I could feel his penis, hard and erect beneath the fabric. "This is the state I've been in since I first saw you. I prayed to god that you wouldn't notice in the airport. I didn't want to freak you out."
"You could never freak me out, Lucas. You're too sexy for words." I bravely leaned forward and brushed my lips against his, gasping when I felt an electric current run between us. I pulled back and stared, surprised at the connection.
"God, Lily, what was that? I've never felt that before," he gasped, as startled by it as I was.
"I don't know what it was, but I want to feel it again," I said, before leaning in and kissing him again. This time it wasn't a little brush across the lips. This time I planted my lips on his, kissing him in a way that I knew would break the tension that had been building between us. His lips were soft and moist, and opened beneath mine. His tongue slid across my lips, opening them, and slipping into my mouth. I moaned as our tongues tangled, mating the same way that I knew we would soon. I pressed myself against him, my breasts pushing against his chest, my nipples hardening beneath my shirt. His hands threaded through my hair, controlling the kiss. We were so absorbed in each other that we didn't hear the front door open or the sound of boots thudding against the ground. It wasn't until a sharp knock sounded on the window that we jumped apart and looked guiltily at the man staring at us through the windshield. I had a feeling we might be in big trouble.
We slowly got out of the truck, and I walked around to join Lucas in facing his father, my uncle. It wasn't his fault and I intended to make sure my uncle knew that.
He stared at us for a moment, making us feel even more ashamed and guilty than we already did. We looked away, unable to tell what he was going to do or say. Needless to say his words surprised us. "Lucas, you couldn't wait to seduce your cousin until after she met the rest of the family?"
I was stunned, but I had a feeling Lucas was far more shocked than I. "Dad?" he asked cautiously.
"I could have gone out to the airport to pick her up. I wasn't needed at the birthing. The vet was here and could have handled everything fine without me. I sent you because I had a feeling you two might hit it off. Looks like I was right."
I couldn't believe it. My uncle was condoning what had just occured and everything else that was going to happen between Lucas and I.
"After you meet the family, Lily, I want to have a serious talk with you. Your mother will be joining in the discussion, Lucas. There's something we need to tell you. We need to discuss the real reason Lily was sent here this summer." Having had his say, he turned away and walked back toward the house.
Not sure of what to say, I stared at Lucas numbly, unsure of what to do next. He kissed me lightly, as if assuring me that everything was going to be fine. With his arm around my waist, we walked to the back of the truck to unload my luggage. Slowly we walked toward the house, trying to prolong what was to come.
When we stepped through the door, the first thing I noticed was the aroma of a fresh baked apple pie, filling the room with its sweet scent. An attractive looking woman, older yet, still young looking, approached me and gave me a hug, introducing herself as Lucas' mother, Nancy. I smiled shyly and was introduced to everyone else, including Kyle, Lucas' older brother, Kyle's wife, Rhianna, Lucas's younger sister Jessica and her husband Nick.
We ate a sumptuous meal, with apple pie and vanilla ice cream for dessert. Everyone was extremely friendly and either didn't notice or ignored the tension between Lucas and I, who ended up sitting next to each other through the entire meal. During the meal, we tangled our feet, keeping in contact with each other, even though we were seperated by more than a few inches.
After dinner when Kyle and Rhianna went home to their apartment and Jessica and Nick left to go back to their own ranch, Nancy and my uncle, David, escorted us to the living room where they had Lucas and I sit on a loveseat that was so small there wasn't any way not to touch. Our legs pressed against each others' as did our shoulders. We were trapped.
My uncle spoke first. "Your mother knows about what happened in the truck tonight. I told her. I felt that we should both speak to you honestly about this matter."
Nancy broke in saying, "It's not that we condone cousins who kiss once in a while, nor do we condone incest. But sometimes the feelings one has for a family member can't be helped. That's what we are going to discuss tonight. Along with the real reason you were sent to us Lily."
She continued, her soft voice seemingly loud in the small room. "You were sent here specifically to meet Lucas." Her announcement left us both paralyzed. Did she realize what she was saying, what she had just told us. I was sent here to meet Lucas. I had to say something.
"But that's not possible. My parents would be apalled by what happened tonight."
"No they wouldn't, dear," she said gently. "I think I should start by telling you the truth about your parents, David, and I. You see we're all related. Your mother, Dianna and I are sisters and we, in turn, ended up falling in love with our brothers...David and I, and Dianna and your father, Mark. We had no idea what we were doing was wrong...David and I first slept together when I was 12. It was so special for us...so right. There was never anyone else. When I was 16 and your mother was 14 our parents found out. By that time Mark and Dianna were sleeping together as well. I found out I was pregnant....that's how our parents came to know about what we were. We were kicked out of our home..." "Thankfully I was already living on my own when they learned of our relationship. I took in Nancy, and your mother and father...my brother and sisters. As soon as we were able, Nancy and I married. There had never been any other option. We were so much in love, being related didn't matter. The same went for your parents. It was as if we completed each other. There was no one else in the world who could make us feel the same way. Oh, we all tried dating other people, but we always came back to each other."
"And that's why you were sent here, Lily. You may not remember it and I'm pretty sure Lucas doesn't, but you two were inseperable when you were younger. When you and your parents came to visit...the first thing you would do is give Lucas a hug and a kiss. You did everything together and never left each others' side. Lucas was fiercely protective of you, never letting any harm come to you. We all knew then that it was the same way for you as it had been for us. There was no denying the pull we saw between you...it was such a vibrant connection, almost everyone around you saw it, even at such a young age. It hasn't changed, from what David has told me."
"Your parents could have sent you to Europe, Lily. They have plenty of money to do so," David said. "But we thought the timing was right to bring you two back together. Lucas, you're 22, and you were planning on moving out soon, having bought your own small ranch recently. And Lily...you were going to leave for college this fall. We thought it best to reunite you before these events occurred...to make you see what has been there all along."
I turned away from them, from Lucas, trying to bring to terms everything they had told me. It's not every day you find out your parents are really brother and sister. Or that they want you to be with your cousin. Lucas, taking my refusal to look at him as shame, stood up and started pacing.
We had never been in a situation even remotely like this before. It was almost unbearable. I was so attracted to Lucas, felt things around him that I had never felt before. But he was my cousin. Through the haze of worry and doubt, I heard my aunt tell my uncle that they should leave us be. Quietly they left the room.
Not wanting to, but having to see him, I looked up at Lucas. He was looking out the living room window, staring at the flat, green pastures. I didn't know what to say or do, but he spared me that by speaking first. "Do you know what this means?" he asked, still looking out the window. "I don't what anything means anymore. I'm not sure of myself, of what I feel, of what to believe."
"Don't you see. They mean for us to be together. In every way. My father wasn't angry when he saw us kissing, he wasn't even surprised or shocked. He had expected it to happen, just probably not that soon." He turned to me, took my hands in his and sat beside me. "I don't know what this is. Is is lust, a fierce attraction, or something deeper? I don't have the answer to that, but I want to find out. Come with me when I move out. Come stay with me on my ranch so we can explore what's between us. Please say yes, Lily."
His eyes were pleading with me, willing me to say yes. I saw something in the depths of his eyes, something wild and untamable, more than just desire. It was hope and something more...something undefinable, but I needed to find out what it was. I knew my answer. It was one simple word. "Yes."
The three weeks before we moved into Lucas' ranch home, were some of the best of my life. He didn't push me to sleep with him, not matter how far we went, or how aroused he was. We revelled in the time we spent together. He courted me and romanced me, making me feel as if I was the only woman in the world for him. Between picnics by the lake, to horseback riding across the meadows, we spent every waking moment together, not being able to tear ourselves away. We didn't notice it, not right away, the feelings growing deeper, the bond between us become stronger with each passing minute. We didn't realize it, but we were falling in love and unable to stop it or turn back before it was too late. By the time we moved into Lucas' home we were on the verge of showing each other how we felt. I was ready to belong to him. As a surprise, on our first night in his new home, I decided to give myself to him.
While he was out working all day, I set up the table with the best plates, wine glasses, candles. I made sure that I was at my best, having taken a long, luxurious bubble bath and doing my hair up just right. My dress was perfect. It was a simple black cotton dress, yet it had spaghetti straps and a button down front. I left three buttons open to leave just a glimpse of the tops of my breasts. Beneath the dress I put on some lingere that Nancy had gotten for me before I arrived. It was perfect. The underwear was black lace and satin french cut, with garter belts to hold up the black hose that adorned my legs. The black high heels I wore were the finishing touch. I purposely forgot to wear a bra, I thought he would enjoy that even more.
When he came in he was surprised to see everything that I had done. But he was even more surprised by how I was dressed. I told him to go change and come join me for a delicious dinner.
When he came down the stairs, I couldn't help but take a deep breath. He was devastatingly handsome. His blond hair was wet, evidence of his shower, but brushed back out of his face. He wore a dark blue business shirt, with a striped tie around his neck. His khaki pants were kind of long, slouchy, touching the floor when he stood.
"So what's the occasion?" he asked as we sat down to the table. I poured some red wine I had found into the glasses before answering his question.
I raised my glass in silent salute. "To your new home. May it be everything you wish for." He clinked his glass against mine and took a sip of the wine. He nodded appreciatively at the choice in wine.
"You still haven't told me though, what this is about. Are you trying to blow me off nicely?"
"I'm not trying to blow you off. Dinner is ready, I'll go get it." I brought back two plates, heaping with my favorite, fettucini alfredo, with bits of chicken blended in. "Let's not discuss why I did this right now. Let's just enjoy each others' company." The rest of the dinner went very smoothly. We laughed and talked, our hands held tight the entire time.
When we had both finished, I took his hand and stood up. He followed me into the living room which I had decorated with candles. I turned on some soft, slow music and slowly leaned into him for a dance. We swayed against each other with the music, each brush of each others' bodies turning up the temperature around and in us. During the second dance, I felt his head bend slowly toward mine and was about to raise my lips for a kiss, when I felt his breath on my neck, followed by his soft lips. I tilted my head, as he kissed the base of my neck, slowly inching his way around it, over my collar bone, and around the other side of my neck, up to my earlobe, which he bit playfully, sending shivers coursing through my body.
I had long ago decided to stop fighting what I was feeling for my cousin. I couldn't help it, couldn't deny it. It was such a part of me, if I had tried to ignore it, it would have been like cutting out my heart.
I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and whispered softly in his ear, the words I know he had been waiting to hear. "Let's go upstairs."
He pulled back, looking deep into my eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, wanting to know that this was what I wanted.
"I'm sure. I haven't been more sure about anything in my life." I pulled away from him and took his hand, leading him for the stairs, slowly ascending them. I had butterflies in my stomach fluttering with anticipation.
When we reached his room, I led him toward the bed, stopping with the backs of my knees resting against it. He saw that I was nervous and kissed me softly, taking away the nerves that were willing me to run from the room. My hands reached up, shaking slightly, to undo his tie. It took a minute, but I finally got the knot undone and pulled it off. Anxiously I undid the buttons of his shirt, wanting to see his chest, to run my hands over the hard planes of his stomach. I felt his hands on the back of my dress, fumbling for the zipper. When they found it, they inched it downward. Quickly he pulled away from me, lifting the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, letting them fall down my arms.
He pushed them down, and the dress fell with them, landing in a soft pool at my feet. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock. I stood before him, not ashamed, but proud of how I looked, pleased by the lust and desire I saw in his eyes.
"Where did you get that?" he whispered, pointing to the panties, garters, and hose. "From your mother," I replied. "She bought them for me before I arrived. She thought they might come in handy.
"Oh they do," he said, grabbing my wrist and jerking me against him. I cried out hoarsely as my hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against his bare chest. "God, Lily! You have no idea what you do to me. I was beginning to wonder if you still wanted me, you were taking so long to decide. I couldn't have born it if you hadn't. I have fallen head over heels for you. I don't know how I'm going to let you go when the summer ends. I've been worrying about it for days, wondering what I would do when you left. I don't have anything without you. You've become the most important person in my life. I can't live without you. I love you."
I stared at him, knowing the words came from his heart. He loves me. It wasn't fair. I was leaving in a month and wouldn't see him for at least a year. So much could change between now and then. I had to tell him. Tell him how I feel.
"I love you too, Lucas. I can't stop myself from loving you, even though I know I have to leave."
"Then let's make the most of the time we do have. I want to make sure that you leave here knowing that you belong to me. That no one will ever make you feel the way I do."
He kissed me then...not the chaste, slow kisses we had shared, but a passionate, overwhelming kiss, full of lust and desire. I responded in kind, plastering myself against him, curling my arms around his neck.
He continued to kiss me as he removed his shirt and pants quickly. He stood before me, unashamedly naked. My gaze moved over him, taking in the taut muscles. No matter how I tried, my gaze eventually locked on his erection, watching it bob softly in the air. He was so big, I was a little afraid. He advanced on me, like a predator stalking its' prey. He bent on one knee and slowly lowered my underwear over my hips, unhooking the garters from my hose. "I'm going to make love to you slowly, with these on. I want to feel the roughness against my skin."
After he slipped the panties off, he pushed me backwards, where I landed on the bed with a soft whoosh. He climbed up over me, resting between my legs. Before even moving, he cupped my face in his hands. "Do you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you?"
"I know that it's as much as I love you. And I love you with my whole heart, body, and soul."
His kisses moved over me, his mouth reaching my breast and suckling like a child. I felt his hands span my waist, the current that had always been there, surging between us. My hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles leaping beneath my fingers. His fingers were almost there, to that place on my body that so desperately wanted to be touched. I could feel them parting the folds surrounding my cunt, rubbing gently, one of them pushing inside me forcefully. I arched when I felt it come into me, my muscles clenching it tight. His thumbed rubbed over my clit, stroking it slowly, making me cry out in desire and want. His eyes burned with lust, making me bold. I grasped his dick, running my thumb across the tip of it, spreading the liquid that had seeped out of the tiny slit. I pulled my thumb up to my mouth and tasted it. It wasn't bad. My hand went down again and continued stroking, feeling him shudder beneath my touch. I pushed at him, slowly rolling him over onto his back.
He had no idea what I had in mind, until I turned toward the end of the bed, my legs straddling his head. Grasping his dick, I slowly licked the head of it, pushing my tongue lightly against the slit. I ran my tongue down the shaft, then back up again. His hips writhed on the bed, trying to get into my mouth. Finally, I slowly enveloped his prick in my mouth, running my tongue over it, bobbing my head up and down slowly. I was really getting into it when I felt his breath against my pussy. His tongue slowly emerged licking me softly, pushing into my cunt. I arched my back, crying out as his dick slid from my mouth. I was gone. My orgasm was so close and just one more stroke of his tongue would push me over the edge...and it did. I couldn't stop it.
The contractions and current roll through my pussy, making my hips writhe in agony and pleasure. Before I could recover and take him back into my mouth, he rolled me over again and climbed between my legs. "I have to have you Lily. Now."
"So take me Lucas. Make me yours." And then he did. He grasped his dick and placed it against the opening to my cunt. He pushed slowly, wanting to be gentle with me, no matter how wet I was. I arched beneath him, taking him even more. "Lucas, come inside me. I want to feel you all the way in me."
"Oh god, Lily. I want to be in you more than anything, but I don't want to hurt you." He still moved slowly into me, a little more each time. Frustrated with how slow he was going, I wrapped my hose covered legs around his waist, and pulled him into me with a quick lunge. I cried out when he pushed through my hymen, but the full, pleasureable feeling inside me more than made up for a moment of hurt.
Now that he was finally in me, he seemed to lose control. He grasped my hips and thrust in and out of me, groaning as I tightened my inner muscles around him. I arched my back as every thrust rubbed the walls inside my cunt, driving me crazy with desire. I could feel every inch, every rub of him inside me. He pounded into me, hurling me into my orgasm. I screamed as I came, thrusting my hips at his, with savage force. Suddenly I felt him pounding faster, and I knew he was almost there. He cried out as it happened, his hot, incestuous cum filling me. He shook uncontrolably with his orgasm. Finally, when we were both still, he leaned up and looked at me.
"I can't let you go Lily. I wish I was strong enough to do what I know is right for you, but I'm not. I need you with me, no matter whether you wish to be or not, I'll never let you go."
"You won't have to, Lucas," I said as I idly stroked his back. "I'm not leaving. I've decided that this is where I belong. Here, in Wyoming. With you. I'm going to attend community college in Cheyenne, to get certified as a nurse. I don't belong someplace without you. I belong here, forever."
"Do you mean it?" he asked, a sheen of tears misting his eyes.
"Those are the words I want you to say to me again real soon." He pulled open the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a small gray box. He opened it, revealing the small diamond solitare embedded in silver. "Will you marry me Lily? I don't have a bunch of pretty words to tell you, except that you are the love of my life, and I can't live without you."
Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't stop them. He was everything I wanted and thought I'd never have. I would have to thank my parents for sending me back to him. But for right now, I had to lay to rest the fear I saw in Lucas' eyes.
"I'll marry you, Lucas. I love you more than life." With that, he kissed me, pouring all the love and emotion we felt for each other into one passionate kiss. And I knew we'd be together forever.
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