Forbidden Fantasies

In life there are the things that we do naturally and then there are the things that we are just expected to know not to do. Like for instance, we blink, yawn, eat, sleep, and breathe naturally on our own. No one has ever told you to do these things when you need to; you do them on your own.

Now technically no one tells us to procreate on our own. We are just expected to know how to do that on our own. Animals aren't taught, and we as humans aren't "taught" by mom and dad how to do it either... We might get the old "birds and the bees" conversation from good ole mom and dad, but with the exception of my next point;we aren't taught how to have sex.

The catch to that whole situation is the unsaid! NO ONE tells us that we aren't supposed to fall in love with or have sex with certain people. You're just supposed to know. We have this tool in our pants or that moist hot box that does what it does when our brains process what they see as attraction, but we're just supposed to know not to touch certain people. ...Well I didn't do as such when I railed my fantasy fourteen ways from Sunday one particular rainy afternoon.

*

I have always had eyes for my cousin Angela. I don't know about you but it is hard to keep my heart, and pants, in check when I get aroused every time I see this girl. She is so stupid gorgeous and she is dumb to the fact and it is actually a shame.

Angie grew up in a very strict home of a military man and woman, who happened to be my Uncle Nathan and my Aunt Patricia. She had one sibling, Lucas who was ten years older than her, so in all actuality it was almost like she was an only child after the age of eight when Luke left the house at eighteen to follow in the footsteps of Uncle Nate and become a Naval officer.

She was beautiful as I mentioned. Long naturally curly light brown hair as she was a product of an interracial marriage, she stood five feet, eight inches, and had a very athletic frame as she ran cross country. Muscular legs that could snap a tree trunk if need be, a tight firm bum, and a flat washboard stomach. Tiny snake bite breasts lined her chest and the part of Angela that always made me week in the knees was very rare to the African race. It wasn't her beautiful caramel colored skin that absolutely drove me wild, although it was much prettier than my dark chocolate complexion, but it was her eyes.

Angie and Lucas both came out with a rare condition that made their eyes hazelnut colored. The rest of my family and ninety five percent of black people come out with brown eyes. But there are that five percent that come out with bright brown eyes, and I have even seen a few with green eyes. The genes of the parent with the more dominate traits over power the gene of the lesser. And this was the case in Ang and Luke's situation. So much so, that Uncle Nate was about to get a divorce from Aunt Patty until the doctor confirmed that the DNA matched himself and his wife that made up his son. And it wasn't such a surprise when Angela Alexis was born the same way accidently ten years later.

But what made Angie unbearably attractive to me was the fact that she as I mentioned earlier, didn't know it. She never dated in high school because everyone thought she was a prude. She had but one boyfriend and from what everyone said, he wasn't lucky enough to get stink finger let alone have sex with her. She had a date to her Junior and Senior Proms, and every major dance, but none of them turned up lucky number sevens either.

Even the few girlfriends that she had were wondering if she was gay, or was just remaining celibate until marriage or if the rumors were true and she was a prude. Some friends they were! But the whole thing was the fact thathe thoughtshe was too nerdy. She made the grade every time. High honors, and honors on every report card and not because mom and daddy threatened her! She was just naturally gifted. She could listen to something once and recall it to memory for a test a week later almost perfectly. And as you can imagine, all of the dummies and jocks in high school wanted to sit beside Angela the Smart Kid.

But along with Uncle Nate, Grandma Keller only had one other child and it was my dad, Lucas. (Why my uncle named my cousin after my dad is beyond me when my name isn't even close to that. My name is Gabriel, but that's not necessary information...) so in tradition, as Grandma Keller's mom and grandmother did, she cooked dinner every Saturday night for the family. And then her kids would take turns on Sundays as to who cooked for her and Grandpa Kelly. So I was used to seeing Angela and Lucas on a weekly basis and they were used to seeing me and my three siblings. Luke moved away for college and the navy, so because Angie was still around, her parents would still bring her to Saturday Supper.

Angie was two years younger than me, and was the same age as my sister Margaret. As a matter of fact they were only two weeks apart. I was the oldest with two twin sisters, Charleigh and Elizabeth, under Meg. They were turning eighteen the year I really started showing my feelings for Angie.

*

One Saturday night, we were up Grandma's house and we were all sitting around the table playing cards waiting for the meal to get done. My mom and Aunt Patty were in the kitchen helping grandma finish cooking dinner. Meg and I were fiercely beating the twins at pinochle and Angie came in to the dining room to join us.

I found myself staring at her with her glasses perched at the tip of her nose and her oversized t-shirt that covered the pair of shorts that came to the top of her meaty thighs. She sat down opposite me to the left of Meg and leaned over her shoulder and pretended to be interested in what was in her hand.

"Gabe!" Charleigh called. It seemed to be my turn but I was fixated on how cute Angie's glasses were rested on her little button nose.

"Gabriel Michael" she called again.

"What Char?" I finally snapped as my trance was broken and I looked up at my baby sister.

"Go! It's your turn." Liz finished.

"My Bad, here," I said laying down my card.

"Pay attention. You always scream at us." Charleigh chided.

I didn't comment because I didn't want to start a mindless argument over a card game.

As the game progressed, I caught myself over and over again thinking about Angie and how beautiful she was. But I figured I would just lay low and chill. So when dinner was on the table and we all were sitting around the table eating I tried my hardest not to react to the fact that Angela sat beside me and was rubbing her stocking feet along my jeans as she ate. It was actually so surreal. Like she was playing mind games with me and I was supposed to act stupid and let it all ride off my back. And that was my original intention, but the rock hard pipe that was turning from clay to copper to now a solid steel structure was telling me something else.

Dinner finished without a hitch and I went to the kitchen to head up the clean up process as we did every Saturday, and I started washing the dishes as Angela and Margaret rinsed and stacked and the twins put the dishes in their perspective places. Thank God, Angela left me alone because I think I might have ripped her apart in front of my sisters.

Meg and I were best friends, so she immediately noticed any changes in my behavior and she realized that I was silent while I was washing the dishes. Angela excused herself to the bathroom and I dropped a glass bowl into the sudsy water when I felt a set of tits poking into my back and hot breath on my neck.

"Is everything ok with you Gabe?" she asked.

"Shit Meg!" I said as I dropped the bowl and the suds splashed up into my face. "I could have broken Gram's bowl. Chill, yeah I'm alright."

"Well let me know if you need to talk." She said as she went back to rinsing the dishes.

I felt bad for lying to my sister but in certain instances that's what needs to be done. I couldn't tell her about my crush on Angela even though she was my best friend. Angela was my cousin and I knew that I shouldn't have the feelings that I had.

***

We finished the dinner dishes and were sitting in the living room of Grams house watching the Pittsburgh Steelers totally devastate the Cleveland Browns on TV and I was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Angie got up to go to the kitchen to get a glass of diet coke and when she came back, she sat down beside me and proceeded to then lay on me. She laid her head in my lap and it was only a matter of time before my body was doing the talking for me.

A massive erection started building in my pants as all of my attention from the game was diverted to the beautiful specimen that was lying in my lap. Of course she knew what she was doing. She had to know that I wasn't getting an erection watching a bunch of sweaty men bash the hell out of each other on the grid iron.

So I did as any boyfriend would to his princess, I started playing in her hair. Stroking, petting, and twisting the beautiful smelling hair that was attached to the most beautiful scalp in the world.

Meg noticed the actions being performed immediately, and she didn't seem to be happy about it. But she was a bigger person than that, so she didn't speak a word to me about it. But trust, I would hear about it later. She was my roommate and she never held her tongue when it came to telling me where she stood on issues in my life! (But I digress)

Every minute I sat there with Angela's head in my lap, I was wishing and imagining that her face was turned inward and her hot mouth was dripping hot saliva down my shaft and onto my balls. The feeling of want was so intense that my head was spinning and I couldn't take much more of it. And just as I thought I was about to explode the unthinkable happened; Angela got up.

Once she was on her feet and she turned around to me and extended her hand. Hesitant, but not wanting to cause a scene in front of the siblings and the rest of the family, I took her hand and got up and followed her. She wouldn't let go of my hand, but I followed her as she took me through the dining room, the kitchen and down the basement stairs. She was quiet the entire way as if she were hiding something,

Scared as I was, I kept quiet and went with her. Off to the side of Gram's laundry room was a game room that was no longer in use and Angela took me in there... boy did I wish I opened my mouth and asked what was going on.

For a thin small petite girl, Angela was stronger than I thought. Grabbing both of my arms right above the wrist, and fully facing me, Angela slammed me against the wall and squared off toe to toe.

The thirty seconds that I stood there with this chocolate beauty in my field of view seemed to be decades.

"So, is it true?" she asked in a very hushed tone.

"Is what true Ange?"

"Please don't play stupid with me Gabriel. I haven't the time."

I was starting to sweat bullets now, and the knot in my throat was getting bigger and bigger, not to mention the lump in my pants. My throat was dry and it was getting hard to swallow as Angela stepped in closer. She was now looking up into my eyes as I stood a mere two inches taller than her, and her breasts were pressing into my chest, and now standing square in front of me, the bulge in my pants was pressing into her mid torso.

"So are you going to answer me or is the hard lump in your pants going to tell on you? Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.

Never before had I been as light headed and dizzy as I was that moment. The urge to faint was so overpowering and I could hear my heart beat ringing in my ears louder than I ever remember. And I still couldn't talk.

"Answer me Gabriel! What, does the cat got your tongue?" she said as she took her hand and gently drug it up the inside of my leg to the v in my jeans. The heat that was radiating from the throbbing snake in my pants was now radiating onto Angela's hand as she stroked my scrotum through my jeans.

I breathed heavily and managed to close my mouth and force saliva down my dry throat. "Yes Angie I want you."

And as if something snapped inside of her, Angela immediately dropped to her knees and both hands clawed and scratched at my zipper and button on my jeans. She ripped them open and with two tiny paws reached into my pants and into my briefs and pulled out my cock.

Her warm breath as she brought her small quaint mouth down on my cock sent shivers up and down my spine over and over again, and I almost came as she wrapped a pierced tongue around my swollen phallus. My knees were weak and the dizzy feeling that I had was now multiplied by about four hundred percent, and Angie's expert mouth was bobbing up and down on my cock and dripping saliva down my shaft and onto my balls. The feeling was so intense that I wanted to faint over and over again, and the adrenalin rush from the sheer fact that it was my baby cousin and number one biggest crush performing my wildest dream put me over the edge.

Not ten minutes into Angela's performance I caught myself grabbing the back of her head with two full fists of hair because I felt the slow but steady rush of an orgasm tickling the base of my balls. The throbbing of my cock must have been her cue to realize this and if looks could kill...

"You better have a second round if you cum now." She whispered harshly.

"Angie, I can't help it, this is a dream come true. Can I please cum for you?" I heard myself begging... 'What? I'm begging my cousin to cum on her... oh hell no! I was going to get mine! This opportunity may never come again. My throbbing cock was bobbing to a beat of its own hanging suspended in mid air as my cousin still stared into my eyes.

Relentlessly, she put my cock back in her mouth and resumed the work she was putting in on my hard swollen member. With in the next forty-five seconds I was back to where I was before she stopped and was ready to blow. And then I was going to show my cousin the time of my life... (Yeah it's normally the time of her life, but I WANTED THIS! So badly that I could feel her tight pussy muscles contracting around my cock! So badly that I could see her sweating as I pounded into her for all it was worth and as I blew a load so big into her hollow hot cavern that she was forced into a mind blowing orgasm right along with me. This was MY TIME!) And just as all of those thoughts went through my mind, I had just enough time to grab the back of Angela's head and hold it as a ground shaking orgasm erupted all through my body and my hot man juice splattered the back of Angela's throat. She jumped and struggled to try and get away at first, but soon relaxed and swallowed the load I had just deposited in her mouth.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I finally finished and I let go of Angie's head and she got up and looked in my eyes. She grabbed my head and kissed my lips passionately like no one ever had before. It was so good that I let go and full on French kissed my cousin. Her mouth was... she had tricked the shit out of me! As our tongues wrestled, Angela passed on a little of my cum back into my mouth.

Now I was the one struggling to get free, and as I turned to break the kiss, Angela did it for me, but she held my mouth shut. "Swallow it!" she demanded. "That was nothing compared to what you just shot in my mouth. This is for cumming and not telling me. Swallow it."

I did, but not because I liked it. My gag reflex took over and I started coughing to try to clear the taste from my mouth. ~ Now I see why my ex hated it. But as I kept coughing, Angela threatened again. "Go ahead, and you will only dream of fucking me!"

What happened to the angel that I loved? She had turned into a regular dominatrix. She was bossy and pushy. But it was starting to turn me on slightly and my cock was slowly stirring back to attention.

Angela took off her over-sized t-shirt to reveal the tiny shorts that were covering her thong and her sports bra that supported her pert chest. Seeing her half naked was all the more encouragement that my cock needed as it sprang back to attention. Her eyes glistened in the soft light of the room and the tough hard ass nature that she had displayed just moments earlier seemed to just melt away. "I want you inside me" she whispered... and I almost came again!

I kicked my pants from around my ankles and knelt down on the floor to worship the idol that stood in front of me. I pulled her shorts and thong down in one fluid motion and the sweetest smelling rose in the garden stared back at me. She had a small landing strip pointing down to her treasure and the edges of her lips were glistening as she had already self lubricated several times.

I spared no time for conversation, but went straight to my work as I parted her two nether lips and stuck my nose against her clit and my tongue into her juicy hole and started exploring her crevices with my tongue.

She tasted so good, and I knew I wouldn't want to stop, but I did all too soon as Angela grabbed my head and looked at me, "No time for this, we're going to get caught. Fuck me please."

Up on my feet in no time, I picked Angela's tiny light weight body up and walked her over to my grand mother's organ and nearly slammed her tiny frame into the keys. I was biting her neck and at the same time, lining my cock to her hole so I could give her the proper beating that she deserved.

I slid into her all the way to my ball sack and pumped into her small body for all it was worth. Angela gasped when I slid all of the way in, and as I started slamming into her the keys dug into her pink flesh. With each stroke the keys pushed harder against her spine and lower back and ass. I didn't care and she seemed not to either.

With both of us panting like dogs, and sweating like them too, I fucked Angela with all I had. Then she started tightening her pussy muscles around my cock every time I pushed into her. I was about to lose my mind! This was too damn good! It felt great fucking Angela after this long, after waiting to fuck her, wanting, dreaming, for years! We rocked the organ against the wall until it started hitting the wall in a rhythmic motion and we realized what we were doing. "Meg's going to come down here, pick me up and fuck me in the air." Angela choked out in between stokes. I did as I was asked and Angela wrapped her legs around my torso as I continued my assault on her pussy.

*

Just as I was about to cum, Angela tightened her grip on my cock with her vaginal muscles, and bit my neck on the left side. "Fuck me like you hate me, then cum deep in my pussy!"

That was all the direction I needed, I slammed Angela into the wall so hard, her head bounced off of the wall and one of Gram's photos fell off of the wall and the frame broke along with the glass in it. Then with three of my most powerful thrusts, we both exploded into orgasm. The tremors from my orgasm pushed Angela into a multiple orgasm. And she kept twitching as I pulled out and sat her on the couch in the game room.

The orgasm and the after effects were so good that we didn't hear the basement door open. Charleigh was at the top of the stairs and lucky for us, she stayed at the top and hollered down.

"Gabi Baby, are you and Angie ok?" She asked.

"Yeah Love, we're ok. The hook on Gram's Picture gave in after all of these years, and it fell and broke. But we're ok. Hey Char, can you bring Angie a glass of water, she's a little out of breath."

As Charleigh went for the glass of ice water, Angela and I quickly got dressed and sat on opposite couches. The smell of sex pervaded around the basement and I knew that Charleigh knew something, but she never said a word. What she did do was, she handed the glass to Angela, and then walked over to me, wiped the sweat off of my forehead, and kissed me to the side of my mouth. Then she patted me on the head, and walked back up the stairs.