Family First Ch. 01

"And the worse news?" she asked, doing her best to sound appropriately disappointed.

"There's no gentle way to put this, so I'm just going to say it. Olivia's boyfriend is Brett Sampson."

"Well good for him..." she muttered, not sure what else to say. She knew logically that Brett had been a total prick, but thinking about him still brought back painful memories. "How sure are you?"

"Unless something's changed between Sara Cunningham's party last weekend and now... I'd say pretty sure. They were all over each other."

"Pshh, whatever. Better her than me," Christina said as she unsuccessfully tried to dismiss the mental image of the two of them together. "Thanks for letting me know... Danny's going to be disappointed."

"Meh, who knows. Knowing Brett, he'll probably be on to someone new within a week or two. Maybe Danny will still get a shot."

"Thanks, but something tells me that won't be much comfort to him. I should probably go. In theory, I still need to get some studying done tonight."

"Good night, Chris. Sorry I couldn't be more help," Meghan replied.

"Don't worry about it. At least now I know. Good night. See ya tomorrow."

By the time Christina hung up with Meghan it was nearly ten o'clock, and she knew she wouldn't get any studying done even if she tried. Instead, she got out a novel and decided to try to read herself to sleep, but she was too distracted to pay attention to anything that was going on in the story. After re-reading the same paragraph four times in a row, she cast the book aside with a frustrated growl.

Christina had hoped that talking with Meghan would help put her mind at ease, but it had only cast it further into turmoil. She would have to tell Danny what she'd learned. It was not a conversation she was looking forward to. He was going to be crushed. Worst of all, she knew she should feel bad for him, but the only authentic emotion she could seem to muster was relief. It was wrong, but it felt good knowing that she wouldn't have to share her cousin's attention with the new girl in school.

Is there something wrong with me? she asked herself as she stood up to clear her head. Why do I care so much who Danny dates? It's not like I can keep him all to myself forever.

She moved to open her back window, hoping that the fresh spring air would help clear her thoughts. As she looked out over her backyard, she could see that all the lights were out at Danny's house except for the light in his bedroom.

He's still awake, she thought. I should just go down and tell him. Get it over with.

She crept down the stairs, hoping not to wake her parents and carefully opened the back sliding doors. She moved stealthily but with purpose, knowing that she'd talk herself out of it if she stopped to think about what she was doing.

Outside, the weather was cool and breezy. She shivered as she felt her erect nipples rub against the thin white material of her nightshirt. She considered heading back to change into something less revealing, but It was late, and she didn't want to risk waking her parents. Besides, It wasn't like Danny had never seen her in pajamas before.

Danny's house was a split level, and his room was on the first floor, facing out across the yard. He liked his basement bedroom because it gave him a lot of extra space and privacy from his parents. He didn't have to worry about waking them up if he was watching movies or playing video games late into the night.

Christina felt a twinge of nostalgia as she approached his bedroom window. She remembered all the times she'd crawled in and out of that window. As kids, she'd often sneak out past her bedtime and go visit Danny. Sometimes the two of them would stay up all night talking or playing video-games. As they reached puberty, those visits gradually stopped. She had forgotten how much she missed them.

Christina had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't stopped to consider why Danny was still awake at such a late hour. As she peeked inside, she did her best to stifle a gasp at the sight of her cousin staring intently at his computer screen, his fist stroking up and down on his hard cock.

Luckily for her, the window was tightly sealed, and Danny remained unaware of her presence. For several long moments, she looked on with an open-mouthed stare, unable to process what she was seeing. When her senses returned, she ducked out of sight and scooted against the wall underneath his windowsill, unsure what to do next.

Her heart pounded as she sat there, waiting for any indication that she'd been caught. Her mind was in complete turmoil. On one hand, she was terrified of getting caught peeping on her cousin. Another part of her couldn't stop replaying the mental image of what she'd seen. It was wrong, but she couldn't deny the rush of warmth between her legs and the forbidden thrill of imagining her cousin and best friend masturbating on the other side of that wall.

For several long minutes she sat huddled underneath Danny's windowsill tormented by her desire to spy on him and the fear that doing so would make her the worst kind of pervert. She knew that if she was caught, it could ruin her relationship with Danny forever.

She tried to convince herself that she should just walk away and pretend like she'd never seen him. Erase the memory from her mind. It's what any normal person would do. Despite her attempts at rationality, the throbbing between her legs would not be denied. She'd never felt this kind of pure, sexual desire before. Not even with Brett. She knew she would regret it later, but she couldn't resist the temptation to take another peek.

She peered back into his room, this time moving much more slowly and carefully. The room was illuminated by a small bedside lamp and the glare of Danny's computer screen. Even though her face was right in his view, he didn't seem to notice. His attention was totally focused on the screen in front of him. She quickly realized that the glare on his window was likely concealing her from his sight.

She'd never seen a man's cock in the flesh, but despite her lack of experience, she thought Danny's looked perfect. It wasn't huge, like in some of the pornos she'd seen, maybe 6 inches or so. But it had a nice girth to it. It was smooth and soft, and without even realizing it, she found herself wishing she could reach out and touch it.

She stared in rapt attention as he took himself in hand, stroking up and down at a steady, deliberate pace. Her eyes were drawn to a stream of sticky fluid that leaked from the head of his cock, and spread over his shaft with each upstroke. She wondered what it would feel like, what it would taste like.

Suddenly, she desired nothing more than to suck her cousin's cock, to take the place of his hand and feel him thrusting that perfect shaft against her lips and tongue. Could I really do that? she asked herself, knowing the answer immediately. She'd never found the idea of sucking a man's cock particularly appealing, but she knew that if she had the opportunity with Danny, she wouldn't hesitate.

On some level, she'd always known, that her cousin was a good looking guy, but for obvious reasons, she'd never considered his potential merits as a sexual partner. The intense heat and moisture between her legs changed her mindset entirely. Danny was tall and lean, in surprisingly good shape considering how much time he spent parked in front of a television or computer screen. He usually had a goofy grin on his face, but as he stared intently at his computer screen, Christina realized that behind his shaggy brown hair and nerdy t-shirts he was a really good looking guy.

And that cock... She really liked looking at that cock. She stared open-mouthed as she watched its purple head poke in and out of view with each stroke of his closed fist. With his free hand, Danny reached down to fondle his heavy balls, rolling and squeezing them between his fingers. She broke her stare long enough to see the look of lust on his face while he pleasured himself.

The more she watched, the more her breasts and pussy ached for attention. Any thoughts of the conversation she'd planned to have were long gone. Unable to ignore the pressure building in her any longer, she began rubbing herself through her pajama bottoms, pressing the fabric against her moist opening. Her other hand reached up to pinch and pull on her straining nipples. Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching, she reached below the waistband of her pajama bottoms and started rubbing slow circles around her erect clit.

God, what's wrong with me? she asked herself, unable or unwilling to stop her fingers as they stroked her overheated sex. She was no stranger to masturbation, but she couldn't remember ever being this worked up before.

As she pushed two fingers into her dripping sex, she was surprised at how slick and open she felt. Soon, she was thrusting them in and out, unconsciously matching pace with the up and down motion of Danny's fist. With each stroke she imagined his cock sliding into her. The image of Danny on top of her, fucking her with that wonderful cock filled her mind. This is so wrong, she thought. But it feels too good to stop! She bit down on her lip to keep from moaning loud enough to draw his attention.

Soon, the pace of Danny's stroking became more frantic, and she wondered whether he was about to cum. Her suspicions were confirmed when he stood up and grabbed a handful of tissues, holding it carefully below the head of his cock. Her heart fluttered in anticipation of seeing her first male orgasm up close and in person. A gasp of surprise and pleasure escaped her lips as she watched him shoot streak after streak of pearly-white cum against the tissue.

The sight of her cousin hunched over and ejaculating was by far the hottest thing Christina had ever seen. She loved the way his muscles rhythmically flexed and relaxed as he unloaded his cum, his cock jerking wildly as thick ropes of the pearly white liquid shot out of him. She wanted more than anything to taste and smell it. She wished she could be in that room with him, holding his cock while he came all over her naked body.

The mental image of her cousin covering her with his cum combined with the slender fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy sent Christina over the edge of her own intense orgasm. She struggled to stay upright as her knees buckled beneath her, the pleasure ripping through her like a hurricane. She did her best to stay silent as her muscles tensed to the breaking point. Her pussy tightened around her fingers before releasing a wave of her own warm lubrication, soaking her hand and leaving a large wet spot in the crotch of her pajama bottoms.

She gripped the windowsill tightly with her other hand in a desperate bid to keep her balance. Through her orgasmic haze, she saw Danny collapse back into his desk chair, visibly sighing in relief as his cock softened and settled between his legs. After taking a few deep breaths, he tossed the ruined tissue into the trash, pulled up his boxers, and moved to his bed, which was out of Christina's field of view.

As she came down from her intense cum, the rational side of Christina's brain started reasserting itself. She was hit by a wave of panic and fear as she realized how easily she could have been caught. Fortunately, the tall fence and canopy of trees that surrounded the yard kept her out of view from prying eyes. Still, it had been a stupid risk, one she could hardly believe she'd taken. Something inside of her had completely taken over, something sexual and raw. It had been frightening, but incredibly exhilarating as well.

Watching her cousin masturbate had easily been the hottest thing she'd ever seen. It was so taboo, so wrong, and had made her pussy so very wet.

Despite her physical arousal, Christina was ashamed of herself. Girls weren't supposed to fantasize about their family members. She was sure that if anyone ever found out, especially Danny, it would ruin her life forever.

She snuck back into her room and changed out of her soaked pajama bottoms. Pulling out her diary, she wrote down everything that had happened, doing her best to ignore the excitement building in the pit of her stomach as she recalled each lurid detail of what she'd seen and done. She hoped that putting her thoughts on paper might help banish them from her mind.

When she was finished, she closed the book, telling herself that she was going to forget that this had ever happened. After setting it down on her nightstand, she turned off the lights and curled up under the covers. Her mind was in turmoil, but her exhaustion soon won out and she slipped off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

In the harsh light of day, Christina found it hard to believe that the events of the previous evening had actually happened. As she walked to school with Danny, she did her best to think of anything other than what she'd seen and done, but it was no use. Every time she glanced in his direction, she found herself picturing his hard cock or the intense look on his face when he came.

Fortunately, Danny barely seemed to notice her awkward behavior. She assumed that he was lost in his own perpetual daydreams about Olivia.

They parted ways at the school entrance, heading off in opposite directions for first period. Christina was so lost in thought that she nearly collided with an oncoming teacher carrying a large stack of papers. She managed to dodge away at the last second only to crash head first into none other than Olivia Foster. Pencils and books went flying in all directions, and everyone in the hallway stopped what they were doing and stared in her direction.

"I'm so sorry!" Christina exclaimed, scrambling to gather up the scattered items. She braced herself for an angry response, but none came.

"No worries!" Olivia replied with a cheerful smile as she bent down to help. "I was totally in my own world and didn't even see you coming."

"Yeah, me too, I guess..."

Both girls were on their hands and knees for several minutes, doing their best to gather their various papers before other students stepped on them. When they finally managed to get everything sorted, Christina found herself face to face with the new girl for the first time.

She'd only ever known Olivia from a distance. From up close, it was easy to see why Danny was so infatuated with her. She was a slim brunette with striking, sky blue eyes, soft pale skin, and a perfect smile. Her breasts were large for her slender frame, and her tight-fitting sweater emphasized them nicely. Christina thought she was almost unnaturally beautiful.

Rather than looking upset, Olivia flashed her a bright smile that seemed entirely genuine. "I don't think we've met," she said. "I'm Olivia. You're Christina, right? Danny's cousin?"

"Um, yeah... that's me... Sorry again for bumping into you," she said, choosing not to acknowledge the remark about Danny. She was desperate to end the conversation as quickly as possible and started edging closer to the classroom door.

"Like I said, it's no problem," Olivia replied. "Actually, I've been meaning to ask you a favor. I've really been struggling with Dr. Rao's class, and I noticed you seem to always have the right answers. I know you're probably really busy, but if you ever had the time, do you think you might be willing to give me some study tips?"

Christina was completely taken aback. This was the last thing she'd expected. "Um, well... I dunno.. I am pretty busy..." She immediately felt guilty as Olivia frowned in disappointment.

"Oh... No problem. I just thought I'd ask."

"Yeah... Sorry... Anyways, we better get to class. It was nice meeting you." Christina turned and walked into the classroom without waiting for a response. She didn't know why she felt so bad. This was the same girl that was dating her ex and playing games with her cousin, after all.

She did her best to pay attention to the lecture and discussion, but her mind kept drifting back to her encounter with Olivia. She really did seem like a nice girl, exactly the type of person Christina would normally be friends with, if the circumstances were different.

When the bell finally rang and everyone got up to leave, Olivia briefly made eye-contact with her, flashing her another one of those irresistible smiles. She didn't seem at all upset about having been given the brush-off earlier. Christina was struck with another pang of guilt, and she briefly considered catching up to her and offering to help.

She stopped dead in her tracks, though, when she saw that Brett Sampson was waiting for Olivia right outside of class. As she watched the couple walk off together, a fresh wave of anger and jealousy wiped away all of her previously accumulated goodwill.

After track practice, she drove straight to Danny's house, stopping briefly in the kitchen to say hello to her aunt. They chatted for a few minutes before she went down to meet him in the basement. She knocked twice then entered his room to see him playing a game on his computer. Despite herself, she couldn't help but remember how turned on she'd been the last time she'd seen him in that position.

"Hey, Chris. How was track?" he asked as he paused the game and swiveled his chair around in her direction.

"Meh, just alright," she said, plopping herself down onto his bed and trying to act casual. "I didn't get as much sleep last night as I probably should have," she offered by way of explanation.

"Yeah, same here. I've been super distracted by this whole thing with Olivia."

Christina fought back a knowing smile.

"So..." he hesitated awkwardly. "I was thinking that maybe I should call Olivia today. What do you think?" Christina could tell that he was incredibly nervous and excited, and she felt terrible about the bomb she was about to drop on his plans.

She hesitated awkwardly. "I don't know if you should," she said, her eyes downcast.

"What? Why not?"

She decided to take the direct approach. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm pretty sure Olivia Foster already has a boyfriend."

Danny's already fading smile quickly turned into a frown. "What are you talking about? How do you know?"

"Meghan told me. I also saw her with him after class this morning."

"You told Meghan about this?" he asked, anger rising in his voice.

Uh oh, she thought. Now he thinks I've been gossiping about him.

She chose her words carefully. "Well... yeah. I thought she might know something about Olivia. Don't worry, she won't tell anyone, though." She could tell from his tight-lipped frown that he wasn't buying it. "Look, I'm sorry, Danny. I know I should have just minded my own business. I just didn't want to see you get hurt!"

"Why would you assume that I was going to get hurt? Is it that crazy that a girl at school would actually like me for a change? Not everyone's like Brett, you know." he said.

Christina recoiled as if she'd been slapped. "If she's nothing like him, when why is she going out with him?" The words seemed to fly out of her mouth of their own volition.

"Olivia... and Brett?" he sputtered, clearly struggling to process the information.

For a moment, Christina felt vindicated by the look of confused disappointment on her cousin's face, but the feeling passed quickly. "It's true," she said with a guilty sigh.

For several long minutes, the two of them sat in silence. "Well I guess we both got screwed by that guy," he said.

"Not literally. Thank God," she replied.

"You don't still like him, do you?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not!"

"Because if you did, I would understand why that might be a reason for you to not like Olivia..."