My Randy Cousin

This is a work of fiction. The characters are based on people I know, but names are not associated with any one person.

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Christmas 2011.

This year I decided it was time for a change. I spent most of my life in the Pacific Northwest and had been looking unsuccessfully for a job for over a year. Since I lost my job, I'd moved back in with my family.

As a Christmas present, my parents decided to take us all to visit my dad's sister in Minneapolis for the holidays. We had a great time connecting with the family. I did a little research on my own, and it looked like there might be better jobs there. Partway through our visit, my parents arranged for me to stay with my aunt and her daughter -- my cousin, Laura so I could look for work.

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My aunt, uncle and their three adult children came to visit us just before Christmas this year. The last time I saw them, Steve, the oldest had just started working for one of the major airplane manufacturers in Seattle in the late 1990's and the twins were just finishing college. The twins are both teachers in Washington State, but Steve has been unemployed for nearly a year.

Steve is about six years younger than I am. He is just over six feet tall, with black hair that shines when the light hits it. He has a warm, inviting smile that dances in his golden-brown eyes. Because his work has been fairly physical, he is in good shape with strong arms and shoulders. One morning I caught a glimpse of him after his shower, wearing only jeans; his abs were well defined, and for a guy his age, hasn't got a lot of body hair.

We all had a nice Christmas, even though my uncle had to leave the morning after. My mom, her sister, Steve, and I discussed the rest of their visit, and we decided that Steve would stay with us for a couple months so he could try to find work here. Steve settled into the extra bedroom after the rest of the family left. Since it was nearly New Years, we decided that his job search would wait until after the holidays were over.

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Late January 2012

I spent the first three weeks of January filling out applications everywhere from manufacturing companies looking for machinists to convenience stores. So far, nothing. My cousin Laura has been helping me with my resume.

She used to work in a hospital until she hurt her back. Now she stays home and takes care of her mom, who has numerous health issues. Several years ago her boyfriend was killed in a workplace accident. Since then, she hasn't dated anyone. She's kind of cocooned into taking care of my aunt and spending time in chat rooms on the internet.

Laura is a little older than me; seems like I was in junior high when she graduated from high school. She's about 5'7" with dark brown hair that has some nice red highlights in it. Her grey-green eyes sparkle when she's in a good mood, and look like storm clouds when she's upset. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't checked her out. She's got a nice set of boobs -- probably 40C's and nice ass. When she was in her teens and twenties, she probably had a bubble butt -- age has turned it into a nicely shaped ass with a bit of padding.

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The last few years haven't been easy for me. First, my longtime boyfriend was killed in a workplace accident. We began dating about 10 years ago; right after I divorced my slug of a husband for cheating. My boyfriend was the light of my life and I know I couldn't replace him, so I haven't tried -- or dated since. Last year I was injured at work and haven't been able to work in the food service industry since. Instead I've stayed home and helped with my mom's home care.

This leaves me with a bit of free time at home, since I can't leave Mom alone for any length of time. One of the other benefits of staying home is that I can be comfortable, and only put on a bra when I have to go out of the yard. In the last few months, I've discovered some "naughty" dating sites, and have chatted with guys. Often the chat turns hot, and I find myself with damp panties and hard nipples.

Since Steve started staying with us I've made sure that I'm presentable so as not to make him uncomfortable. Lately though, it seems that he's been checking me out. I catch him watching me as I walk down the hall, and I notice his eyes drifting down a bit when he talks to me. I gotta admit, that I've also watched him, so turnabout is fair play. OK, so I've fantasized a little too. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be held in those arms and kissed. Last night I dreamed about him coming up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck. I woke up to very hard nipples and felt myself dripping with anticipation.

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This morning I gathered my laundry and took it to the laundry room, expecting to have the washer and dryer to myself. I was surprised to find Laura down there still finishing laundry, as she'd spent most of the previous afternoon doing laundry too. I was a little self concious wearing only my jeans and walked past her quickly. I think I'd caught her off guard too. She had on a long sleep t-shirt, and she gave a surprised little "oh", and avoided looking at me.

As I set the laundry basket down, I glanced over at her and noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were silhouetted by the light from the hallway. I told her I'd be back later to do my laundry as I passed behind her. I brushed against her bum, and I could swear she'd backed up just a bit to ensure contact. I didn't say anything, but wondered... She turned her head to answer and I knew in a flash. I stayed there behind her for just a second enjoying the feel of her ass against me and immediately felt myself start to stiffen. This was my cousin, and so many alarms rang "WRONG", but I couldn't help but think of her in a different way.

I wondered whether she felt as I did; conflicted, yet curious. For the rest of the morning, I found myself looking at her, sneaking peeks as we went about our routines. By now I'd pulled on a t-shirt, though she was still in her sleep shirt. From time to time I noticed her glancing my way, and caught her looking at my crotch as she said something to me. I didn't miss her nipples staring to poke through the material of her shirt, either.

At lunchtime we were both in the kitchen again. The kitchen is narrow so contact is unavoidable. As I reached for a dish on the counter, I deliberately put my hand on her ass to gauge her reaction. Come to think of it, I did give a little squeeze too, and she looked right at me and smiled saying "Um, your hand" and wiggled her ass for me. I took this as an invite (what else could it be?) and stepped behind her, pressing my cock against her ass. At the same time, I gave in and reached around to give her breasts a squeeze. They were a very nice handful and the nipples firmed to my touch oh, so nicely. Just then we heard her mom and separated a split second before she came in the kitchen.

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When I awoke from the dream and felt how wet I was, I just had to start playing with myself. I rubbed my lips, smearing my juices around and dipped one finger inside me feeling a sudden need for more. I added a second finger, then began massaging my clit and the hood with my other hand as my hips started moving trying to get more. My breathing was ragged, and I quickly reached into the nightstand for my favorite toy. After a couple nice orgasms, and the needed relief, I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit before I started downstairs to get the last of the laundry from the laundry room.

I was standing at the dryer folding the last of the clothes when Steve walked in with a basket of his clothes to wash. As he set the basket down and prepared to leave, I couldn't help but sneak a peak at him. His strong arms, chiseled chest and washboard abs suddenly gave me a shiver and my nipples started to grow. As he was leaving, he stopped right behind me, and I felt him brush his crotch across my bare ass under the long sleep-shirt I was wearing. I couldn't help myself, and pushed back ever so slightly as I gave him a look over my shoulder that said, "I know what you're doing, and I'm not running away".

Later on, we wound up together in the kitchen fixing lunch. We'd been eyeing each all morning when each of us thought the other wasn't looking and the tension was in the air. Steve reached across in front of me to grab a plate, and as he did, I felt him put his hand on my butt. Naturally I wiggled it, enjoying the touch and he gave me a little squeeze. "Umm, your hand?" I said to him; letting him know I was paying attention. I thought to myself, "What is happening with me? This is my cousin -- I shouldn't be reacting like this." My body, however was answering differently. I didn't know where this was going, but I wasn't going to stop it right now. Steve moved behind me and I pushed my bum into his crotch and ground it around. He moaned a bit as he reached around and took my breasts in his hands, feeling the nipples harden to his touch while I felt his cock harden against my ass. We heard a noise and quickly separated -- just in time before my mom came around the corner to see what was going on.

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Talk about luck! I would have been so screwed if my aunt saw what had just happened. In a way, it was even more exciting, and I had a difficult time keeping the bulge in my jeans from being too obvious. After lunch I helped my aunt finish the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen so she could get ready to go to an appointment.

I went upstairs to my room, shut the door and tried to make sense of what had happened that morning. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had to do something about my immediate situation and dropped my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. I looked down at my cock that had a nice drop of pre-cum at the tip and started stroking it. It didn't take long for me to shoot ropes of cum all over the carpet and my bed with a groan. I realized I'd been noisy, when going down the hall to the bathroom, I sensed I was being watched. I pushed the bathroom door closed knowing it wasn't latched tight and began to clean myself. Again, I sensed someone watching, and thought I heard footsteps on the carpet going away from the bathroom. At this point I didn't much care if Laurie had heard me, but I was curious to see what she was up to. Still naked, I walked toward her room and saw her lying on the bed, chatting on the computer as she humped the pillow she'd placed between her legs. Her skirt had ridden up, and I could see her boyshorts peeking out from underneath the hem.

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Later that afternoon I was up in my room chatting on the computer when I heard my cousin in his room making sounds like he was stroking himself off. I peeked my head out in the hall and saw him head away from me toward the bathroom wearing nothing at all. He shut the door, but it didn't latch and opened a crack. My curiosity got the better of me and I crept to the bathroom door. I saw him through the crack wiping his cock down with a tissue and looking like he'd just cum.

Quickly, I went back to my room in hope that I wouldn't be discovered spying on him. The image of him stuck in my head, and again I was feeling aroused. We keep the house quite warm for my mother, so often I wear shorts or a skirt and top instead of jeans and a sweater. I took my laptop off the desk and put it on my bed. I lay down on my stomach on a pillow as I chatted. It also helped conceal my arousal -- or so I thought.

I was chatting online and I was hot from this guy's cam show as he stroked himself. I couldn't help but think of the sounds Steve made a little while earlier, and I was just humping my pillow in rhythm to his stroking. I was oblivious to anything else around me, especially that my skirt had ridden up, and anyone looking in the room could see my panties.

I was so into the show that I didn't realize anyone was in the room until I felt a hand slide under my skirt and settle on my ass right at the bottom of the panty leg opening.

"Jesus! What are you doing" I hissed. As I turned to see who touched me.

"You were enjoying the show, and I just thought you might like some help", Steve replied. At eye level was his very ready and stiff cock; I had to touch it.

Steve's hand continued to caress my ass, slipping fingers under my panties and to the inside of my thighs while I took his cock in my hand and stroked it. Each of us realized then and there that we needed each other.

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Laura was very engrossed in a cam session on her computer. Some guy was stroking his cock for the camera, and making sounds like he was having the best fuck of his life. She was humping right along with him stroke for stroke; I couldn't be a specatator any longer, and reached out and put my hand on her ass, where with her next move, it would be up under her panties.

I guess I surprised her because she jumped and swore at me. I smiled and said it looked like she might appreciate a little help. Again, she wiggled her ass, and took my cock in her hand as my fingers explored under the panties and stroked her wet and waiting lips.

Laura's bed was one of those high beds, that make fucking easy from a number of different positions. I continued to play with her pussy and tugged her panties down and off her legs as she turned her head and took my cock in her mouth. Her lips were stretched wide by my cock and I knew that it wouldn't take much more sucking for me to cum again. She felt it too, and popped me out of her mouth, spinning around on the bed so my cock was right at her very wet, pink, waiting hole. I didn't want to ram things home right away, and slid myself in her until I was all the way in and bumping against the top of her cunt. As I slid home, she began clawing the bed and hissing "Fuck me -- Now!"

I put my hands on her hips and began driving in hard and fast. She was like a hot, wet, velvet vise, gripping my cock with each stroke. It was like she was 21 again -so tight and hot I couldn't believe it.

The harder I slammed into her, the louder she got, and the more insistent she became. I didn't think I could hold out much longer, and she held me in her as she yelled "God! I'm Cuuuuuummmmmiiiiingggg!" That was all it took and I filled her pussy with my hot sauce. "More, Give me your cum" as I shot another rope after rope in her. Finally I pulled out and moved to offer her my cock, we heard the garage door open.

Fuck! Her mom was back from her appointment. We both grabbed the Febreeze, hoping my aunt wouldn't smell the scent of fucking when she came upstairs. Just as I ducked back into my room, the door from the garage to the house slammed. I wiped myself off on a kleenex while Laurie ducked into the bathroom to clean herself up.

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I gave Steve a little tug and he moved right to where I could get that big gorgeous cock in my mouth. I started licking the tip of it, as his hand continued to play with my pussy. I raised my hips so he could get my panties off, and he began playing with my pussy like a pro. I had all I could to to take his cock in my mouth. It felt like I was trying to get my lips around a beer can! I sucked and worked that cock like I'd never get another cock, and I could feel him tensing. I didn't want to miss feeling it in my pussy, so I backed off and turned on the bed and spread my legs around his.

I love being taken from behind, and when I bought my bed I made sure that it was the right height for this. Today would be the proof. He stood at the edge of the bed and pulled me right to the edge too. I felt his cock slip inside me. I'm glad he didn't ram it in the first time -- I don't know when my pussy had been so full of cock. I needed the gentle slide to accommodate him. Once he was in, I felt him filling me completely, and knew this would be a fuck to remember. As he backed out, I moaned and told him to fuck me silly.

My late boyfriend had been a hell of a good lover; maybe it was the fact I hadn't been really laid in years, but I knew I was going to be well fucked today. As Steve slammed into me, I clawed at the sheets and yelled "Fuck Me" over and over.

When my climax hit, there was no warning; just a huge orgasm that gripped and rippled the whole length of my pussy. I screamed and bucked, trying to make the feeling last. Suddenly he gripped my hips and thrust forward as he flooded my pussy with his cum. Again he thrust and spurted -- moaning and jerking several more times until his flood subsided, and I felt his cum running out past my lips and running down my legs. What a feeling! I hadn't been so well fucked in years.

Steve just pulled out and was going to offer me his cock with our mixed juices when we heard the garage door open and mom's car drive in. Fuck! You never saw two people move so fast! We sprayed Febreeze like our lives depended on it, before sprinting to the bathroom for me, and Steve's room for him. No sooner had the doors closed, when Mom walked in from the garage.

I sat on the toilet letting Steve's cum run out of my pussy and tried to collect my thoughts. What just happened? I've just been fucked silly by my cousin. There was no question that we'd just done something taboo in the eyes of society. Strangely, it didn't feel wrong. I didn't feel "dirty", but I knew we'd have to be extra careful around each other if this was to remain our own moment. Finally after a few minutes, I finished cleaning myself up, and walked back down the hall to my room. I decided at that point that I wanted more of what Steve had to offer.

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I shut the door to my room and grabbed a handful of tissues to clean myself off, and let my hard-on go down; there was no way I'd get my jeans zipped for a few more minutes at least. I heard my aunt putting things away from her errands, but I didn't want her to see me like this. I knew that she would know exactly what happened.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Laura walked by my room and went back into hers. Then I grabbed my clothes and ducked into the bathroom to clean up. The vent fan was on and the smell of air freshener hung in the air, not quite covering the smell of sex. As I washed up, I reflected on the afternoon. We were both consenting adults. Although we were cousins, we'd become lovers. Next time, and I knew there would be a next time, it would be Laura's turn to start.

IWantMoar.