Cousins with Benefits

Her heels clicked out of the kitchen, and Max quickly turned back to the sink and grabbed his towel, internally cursing his Aunt Sally while thinking gleefully about Mel's failure to keep a boyfriend. He half expected Mel to follow her step-mom out of the kitchen, and he wouldn't have minded a bit.

"Loser," Mel whispered at his back. "She dumped you!"

Max didn't even turn around. "Slut," he hissed, "so how many loads have you taken on your pretty face, desperate to keep a boyfriend who treated you like the slut you are?"

He whirled and glared at his cousin. "And she didn't dump me, it was mutual. It should have been over months ago."

Mel laughed. "You're so pathetic. She dumped you, probably because you were always too spent for sex with her."

She leaned in, and Max was suddenly aware again of the intoxicating aroma around her. It made his mind wander for a moment and images of sex with Mel raced through his imagination.

"Because the whole time you were dating her you were always jacking off into the bathroom sink, imagining I was kneeling in front of you eager to take all of your cream in my mouth."

This time Max laughed and, in turn, he leaned closer to Mel. Their faces were only inches apart now, and even more of her scent was clouding his brain.

"Is that an invitation, dear cousin? Because it sounds like you could use the practice. Your technique must be terrible since you can't manage to keep a boyfriend for longer than two weeks."

"That's not true! And I haven't been with a lot of guys."

Max snorted, turned around and dried the final dish in the rack. He hung the towel on the oven door and then faced Mel again.

Her arms crossed on her chest—which, Max noticed immediately, gathered up her tits and pushed them out—Mel hadn't moved at all. Her stormy expression and the smirk on her full red lips told Max she was still angry.

"Well, dear cousin," she said with mock politeness," we better get ready to have our picture taken. I know you'll want to stand next to me so you can secretly feel my ass when we're all smiling at the camera."

Max snorted again and turned to walk away but didn't escape Mel's vice like grip on his arm.

"And if you tried something like that perv," she whispered severely, "I would slap you into next week."

Max wrenched his arm free and smiled sweetly at her.

"Don't worry; I won't touch you. See, if I put my hand on your ass then you would bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning with pleasure. I don't wan to ruin the picture, so I'll keep my hands to myself."

Pleased with himself, Max marched out of the kitchen, imagining that Mel was glaring at his back as she followed him into the living room.

* * * * *

Mel lay staring at the dark ceiling above her head, surrounded by giggling and whispering. She was on a blow up mattress on the floor with two of her little cousins in bunk beads, and she was afraid she would never get to sleep.

"OK kiddos, time for sleeping," she said again, "we can play in the morning."

It was quiet for a minute, and Mel was hopeful that they were finally asleep. She thought fleetingly of Max, alone in the attic loft room. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of complaining about the fact that she, as a guest, was on the floor, while he got a bed and a room to himself. It wasn't fair, she grimaced. If she had the guts—

A little voice interrupted her growing irritation: "Where's Max?"

"He's up in the attic in his room."

"Oh. I miss him. I wish he could be with us."

"Yeah, he's a lot of fun," a second voice said.

Mel gritted her teeth and counted to three before answering.

"Yeah, he seems to like you kids."

"Isn't he lonely upstairs, all by himself?"

"Oh, I think he'll be fine. He's probably already asleep"—that big jerk, she thought savagely—"like we should be."

It was quiet for another minute.

"Well...maybe you should go sleep with him in his room."

"Yeah," a second voice said through a yawn, "make sure he's not lonely."

"You could get in bed with him and make sure he's warm enough," the first little girl offered.

An avalanche of thoughts dumped on Mel at that moment, and she felt hot desire rush through her at the images coursing through her brain: in bed with Max, keeping him warm. Oh my, we could definitely keep each other—

She rolled over on the mattress violently, shifting her blankets practically off her body.

"I think Max will be fine. We'll check on him in the morning, OK?"

Sleepy murmurs of agreement sounded from the two bunks, and before long, Mel could hear soft, regular breathing.

Mel shifted again, trying to remain quiet, her mind swamped with anger as her hand moved down to her damp crotch. She was desperate and she needed to do something—either pound Max for being a jerk or fuck him like crazy.

She slowly sat up from her mattress and looked around. Both of the kids were asleep. Despite her roiling emotions, she smiled at their innocence: they had no idea what they had done to her with their simple suggestions and simple concerns for Max. Honestly, she could care less whether he was lonely or not, and she was pretty sure he wasn't lonely at all. Probably upstairs jerking off right now and thinking about me she decided.

Ooh, what if I caught him in the act? The thought made her smirky smile play across her face and set her body in motion. She rose quietly, gathered her blankets and pillow, and snuck out of the room.

In the hallway everything was dark and quiet, and Mel moved slowly up to the third floor. The last things she wanted was to see her step-mom or some other adult and try to explain where she was going. But no one stirred, and in no time at all, she was standing outside the jerk's room. She paused, for a moment feeling uncertain about what to do, but the usual emotions she associated with Max—lust and anger—now augmented with the idea that she was going to interrupt that perv rubbing his rock hard cock (a fleeting interest in how big he was raced through her mind only to be savagely dismissed by a jerk of her head) while fantasizing about her—motivated her to action.

* * * * *

As usual, Max was stuck in the attic bedroom of his parents' house. He was used to being here for family gatherings; it had become a tradition. At least he had a room to himself while his own bedroom was occupied by either cousins or an aunt and uncle. He had no idea where Melissa was, and he didn't care. If they had gotten along better, or even moderately better, he might have invited her to come up here so they could hang out. The thought of Mel lounging in this room, or maybe the two of them lounging on the bed, chatting and laughing together, her green eyes flashing, her hair pulled back, her perfect body splayed next to his, her lips joined to his, his hands moving over her tits and ass, her—

Max shook his head and grinned ruefully. Not gonna happen, ever.

But just the fantasy had roused him and his rock hard cock was straining at his shorts. Maybe I should have gone out with Mike, he thought. He looked around to make sure a box of tissues was in the room, and then reached his hands down into his pants, stroking his hand over his sensitive member and sighing slightly. God, it wasn't fair. The hottest girl in the world in this house and we can't even—

The door banged open, and Max sat up in confusion.

"What the..."

"Sorry to barge in on you, perv. You were probably making a mess of yourself under the covers, weren't you?"

Max gritted his teeth. "Mel, what are you doing in my room."

Mel dumped a pile of blankets and a pillow on the floor. "I can't sleep downstairs—too many people and too many noises. So I'm sleeping up here tonight. You're going downstairs."

Max guffawed and sat up, careful to keep a blanket over his still raging hard on. In the dim light he could see she was wearing very little—a sports bra, boy shorts, and that's it. She was so hot it made him ache, but at the moment his anger at her was overcoming his lust.

"Get out, bitch! I am sleeping right here!"

"Nope, I am. Get out of my bed!"

Mel stood over him, her hands on her hips, her boobs seemingly pointing directly in his face. Max tried hard to lock his eyes on hers, but his gaze slipped down to her chest and lower to the camel toe between her legs. He wondered, for a second, how much hair she had and how big her clit was and how puffy her lips were. This visual journey over her body took less than a second, but it wasn't short enough to keep Mel from noticing.

"Sicko," she hissed. "You really were jacking off thinking about me, weren't you?"

Her smirk made him angry. She's probably been planning this all night. To torture him in his own room and make him miserable. But he would not give in.

Mel made a sudden move for the blanket covering his torso and legs. But before she could yank it free, he pushed her away and scooted further onto the futon.

"Ha! I thought so. Trying to hide that you were stroking your pathetic tiny cock while imagining your sexy cousin, weren't you?"

She jumped on the futon and came at him again. Max pushed her away, but Mel grabbed his arm and his shoulder so that he moved with her.

The next few moments were utter chaos. Max grappled trying to get her off the futon while Mel tried to stay on. At one point they both fell onto the floor, tangled together, only to struggle back onto the futon at the same moment, both trying to keep quiet and both trying to claim the mattress for their own. All the while, Max was keenly aware that his hands were on Mel's body—on her smooth back, against her side, a hand each on her thigh and full bottom, and once there was full contact between his hand and a pillowy breast. All the while he was aware of her heavy vocalized breathing and the way she impetuously pushed herself against him, as if to provoke him to action.

Finally, Max evaded her attempt to kick him off the futon, rolled with her and ended up on top of her, their faces inches apart, his right leg between hers. Mel looked up at him, her chest heaving from their exertion, and Max had to use every bit of self control not to ravish her. In that moment that their eyes met, he wondered briefly if this was really her plan, if she had all along wanted nothing more than to put him in a situation where he desperately wanted to fuck her so she could laugh at him, proving once and for all that he was, as she always said, a sicko perv who wanted to to have sex with his cousin. But if that was true, Max mused quickly, then he was certain that she wanted it too, badly.

That second's worth of insight passed quickly, however, when he noticed the look on her face. It was innocence and fear. He realized, then, that perhaps he was putting too much pressure on her shoulders.

"Don't hurt me Max," Mel whispered in a small voice.

Max backed off immediately, concerned. He certainly didn't want to hurt her, bitch though she was. He moved back from her a little, and, knew, at that moment, he had made a mistake. With surprising strength Mel lunged and pushed him back and off the futon. She laughed and stretched out on the bed.

"Ha! My bed now!"

But Max was on the bed again in a moment, diving to place his body full length next to hers and as soon as he landed they were grappling again.

"This...bed...is...mine," Max grunted, groping her body in his attempt to push her off. Her back to him, Mel braced herself with one foot against the floor and pushed back hard with her bottom against him. His rock hard cock nestled just between her cheeks as she rammed back against him, and for a moment they both paused as Max's moan joined with her audible gasp. Max, simultaneously fighting back and thrusting with overwhelming desire, pushed hard against her butt while Mel, bracing herself again pushed back even stronger.

"Not...a...chance..." she grunted.

Max gasped at the intense pleasure of his cock rubbing in her crack, even with his boxers and her boy-shorts separating their flesh. His right hand on her hip and his left hand on her shoulder, Max thrust against her again. Mel gasped in turn and seemed to give way, just a little, to his forceful thrust but just at the moment when he relented she made a lightning fast move. Turning and twisting herself onto the bed she landed next to him, face to face and they were soon at it again, grappling with each other. Their bodies pressed and moved against each other, and Max didn't even try to hid his bulging manhood straining against his boxers.

Just when it seemed like he would be able to push her off—but did he really want to push her out of bed?—Mel threw her leg over his and squeezed him towards her.

Again their faces were inches apart and again Max was keenly aware of the heat from her body, her breasts heaving only inches from his bare chest, her eyes flashing with amusement and annoyance, and the damp heat of her crotch pressing against his thigh.

And then, suddenly and inexplicably, their lips were locked together.

Their lips met and re-met, their tongues tangling in and out of their mouths, and their bodies mashed against each other. They moved rapidly, rolling on the futon, at one point crashing to the floor and tumbling into Mel's pile of blankets, only to somehow end up back on the futon, kneeling and pawing at each other while kissing passionately.

Max's hands passed over her body rapidly, eager to touch every inch of his cousin's taboo flesh. Down her back, over and around her full cheeks. God, that ass! So full, so soft, so luscious. He couldn't believe he was finally squeezing and caressing it. His hands moved again, traveling up her sides and squeezing together her full breasts.

Mel made no moves to stop him. Her feverish, sex crazed mind had pushed far down into her subconscious any thoughts about stopping or whether they even should be doing this. She didn't care—she only knew two things: one, she loved the look of absolute lust on Max's face as he groped and fondled her body—he was on fire for her and his kisses and hands felt amazing—and two, he was really big and she wanted him, all of him, inside her.

Pulling away from a passionate kiss, Mel ripped off her bra and smirked at Max.

"There you go, perv."

Max didn't even bother responding verbally. His eyes drank in the glorious sight of her mounds which, in the dim light he could see were crowned with large, puffy dark nipples. His hands were soon full of her tits, and he was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from his bitchy cousin. She moaned again and again as his fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples, finally stifling them when she kissed him hungrily and greedily sucked on his tongue. Max broke away a moment later, kissing down her neck until his lips were poised over her left nipple. He flicked his tongue out and grazed the sensitive tip. She moaned and cupped herself into his face.

"Suck it, you perv," she whispered hoarsely, her final statement lost in a loud moan when Max engulfed her breast in his mouth.

Again and again he sucked her engorged nipple into his mouth and then let it out slowly. When he moved to the other side Mel eagerly cupped it for him and gasped again at the feeling of him sucking on her deeply while his fingers played with the slick nipple he had just finished.

"Feels so good," she moaned.

And when he smashed her mounds together, taking both nipples into his mouth simultaneously, sucking deeply and fully, then she moaned even louder.

"Oh my god...Max...don't stop."

Mel had her hands over his, cupping herself into Max's face, urging him to suck more and more. With each pull on her nipples, each time his tongue swirled around them, Mel felt her slit get hotter and wetter. He was arousing her to a state she had not experienced for a long time—too long. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his lips and tongue on her nipples as his hands, now free to roam, moved down her back and to her full cheeks.

She jiggled her boobs in front of his mouth, teasing him until he succeeded in wrapping his lips around first one then both nipples again. And all the while, between her gasps for pleasure and barrage of dirty talk, Max felt more aroused than he ever had his whole life.

"Suck them, you fucking...perv"—her last word more a gasp than a word as Max forcefully sucked on her nipple—"you know you love your"—another moan from her lips as she forced both nipples in his mouth and he sucked deeply—"your cousin's titties."

Molding and squeezing her ass, Max suddenly gave her a little slap, pulled his face away from her tits, looked her in the eye, and with one swift motion, yanked her boy-shorts off her waist and down to her knees. His hands back on her ass, he pulled her close to him, their lips and tongue meeting and his rigid clock, straining against his boxers, was now firmly between her legs. Through the flimsy fabric Max could feel her damp heat, and it was only seconds later when Mel ripped his own shorts down to his knees that he felt just how hot and wet she really was.

Mel moaned into his mouth as his rigid cock rubbed through the slick, hot flesh, and Max could barely contain himself. His fingers dug into her ass, and he leaned into her as she pushed back, grinding her crotch against him. Their combined movements were just enough to throw them off balance and they crashed back on to the futon, Mel on her back and Max's thigh pressed firmly against her sopping wet pussy, their tongues dancing across each other, and Mel's hand now stroking his cock.

Max lay over her, loving the feeling of her grinding against his thigh, a wild look of mischievous desire playing across her face. His fingers were pulling on one of her nipples as he kissed her hungrily again, noting how her grinding became more insistent as they kissed and as he played with her tits. He shifted position and, as if already anticipating his move, Mel spread her legs wide so he landed between them, leaning on his elbows, poised with his cock inches above her pussy.

Mel smirked at him, though her eyes were intense with desire, and he could see her struggling to maintain control when he used both hands to pull on her nipples again.

"So...cousin," she gasped, "are you brave enough?"

"What? To give my cousin what she's been begging...for?"

He barely got through the last part. As he was talking, Mel lifted her torso and tilted her pelvis so his cock was gliding through the steamy flesh between her legs. Again Max held back an almost uncontrollable desire to thrust deeply into her.

Mel's eyes were wild and her chest was heaving as she moved against his rigid manhood, allowing the warm rod to pass through her juicy sex for second time and then a third and then again. It was so intense, and Mel had to practice the ultimate self control. She knew if she moved just the right way that Max would slip easily into her. And she wanted him to—God, how she wanted it!

"You've wanted to fuck me since you first saw me, loser," she moaned in reply.

Spreading her legs farther apart, she lowered herself from him and looked him in the eye. "So give it to me, perv. I'm pretty sure it won't be enough to satisfy—"

Max rammed his cock into her hot wet channel with one swift motion, unwilling and unable to restrain himself any longer. She wanted him to fuck her? Well she was going to get it, good and hard. He moaned loudly at the intense pleasure of his cock buried inside her tight, steamy channel, but he wasn't nearly as loud as Mel when he pushed into her.

"MAX...MAX..." She vocalized his name, gasping and writhing as he filled her to the hilt, clawed at his shoulders, and raked her nails down his back.

Her eyes came back into focus, and for a moment they lay still, staring at each other.

"So whose the perv, now, bitch?" Max pushed slightly against her crotch, exhaling at the jolt of pleasure that raced through his body and reveling in the loud moan from his cousin that filled the attic room at even the slightest movement of his body in hers.