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I don't know exactly when the thought of fucking my cousin became an obsession, but somehow the fantasy has played in my mind so long it has taken up residence. I think about him at night, in my dreams. When he walks in a room, I have to cross my legs to keep the throbbing between them at bay. When I visit my aunt and he's there, my body practically takes on a mind of its own. It's not right, but I am completely powerless to stop feeling the way I do. Sometimes the urge to touch him is so strong that I have to leave the room. I often wonder if he senses my attraction. So often I've imagined him between my legs that I feel like we've actually fucked.

We didn't grow up together, but I don't see how that could really matter. He's not just a distant cousin. He's my first cousin. He's my mom?s sister?s son, which makes him almost like a brother. Never mind that I wasn't raised by my mother. Never mind that I didn't even meet her until I was 18, or him until I was in my twenties....he's my FIRST cousin!

And I'm a good girl. Always have been. I have only been with one man., my husband. .and even though we were having sex for over a year before we were married, I am nobody's slut. We've been married over two years. We have one kid and I am a good, moral woman.on the outside.

On the inside, my mind takes me places my body only dreams of following. I fantasize. About my coworkers, even some of my friends....I daydream about what it would be like to taste women, to touch their bare breasts, to lick their wet pussies, to drive my finger deep inside them. I imagine strapping on a dildo and fucking them or being fucked by them. I think about the men I work with....what their hard cocks might look like....how they would react if I kneeled down in front of them and took them in my mouth....if they would moan in pleasure or be shocked and horrified beyond comprehension.

I fantasize big...and often when I'm alone, I slide my fingers under my panties and finger myself to orgasm. I like to read other people's fantasies and imagine the sound of their hot bodies slapping together. I daydream about being there, watching, and eventually joining in the seduction.

And it's not like my husband doesn't sexually satisfy me. We're still attracted to one another, and we probably have a better sex life than most parents of three that are working two jobs between them and trying to keep up with the bills.

Having said all of that, I just can't explain my fixation with my cousin. I could have many other men if I so desired. In my twenties, I'm able to turn heads regularly. I'm 5'4" with soft curves...large nice shaped breasts with prominent nipples and a round, firm ass. My legs are long for a woman who is on the petite side. My midsection is short, and that makes my breasts seem all the larger.

My hair is just past my shoulders in length...reddish brown and thick....but my eyes are my best feature...big enough that they are the focal point of my face; green and gold flecked with dark, heavy eyelashes. My skin is while but yet not too pale.

Because my husband and I still share a mutual attraction and get along so well in other areas of our married life, I often ask myself what makes my mind wander so much. Part of me thinks it's hormonal....I'm in my only27 and may be reaching my sexual prime...another part of me thinks it was because I was just barely out of my teens when Ihas first sex . later married and started a family. Having only one sexual partner in my married life, sometimes I wonder if I just want to know what else is out there.

These fantasies often feel so real that the temptation to act on my feelings is great; I have to consciously restrain myself. So it is where my cousin is concerned.

I remember the first time I met him. I had only met my birth mother a few years earlier, and I was reluctant to get to know this whole new family. I loved my parents, and I didn't feel any emptiness in my life or any drive to find out about my heritage. I had small child, and I was content being a young mother, raising him and being a wife.

One day I was carrying in groceries to the apartment where we lived at the time. My brother-in-law was helping me get them out of the car, and a stranger walked up to me. I focused in on his face, and found myself intrigued. This man was just an inch or two taller than I was, but was absolutely amazing to look at. He had short, sandy colored hair and big green eyes, much the same color as mine. His jaw was strong, and lips full. He had a barbed wire tattoo around both arms, which were bulky with muscle. In fact, he wasn't wearing a shirt that day, and it was more than obvious that he was a man who liked to work out. It was a hot summer afternoon and sweat was beading on his chest. I remember being amazed at how tan and smooth his chest looked, and almost comepletely hairless. I felt the urge to reach and touch his broad chest, but quickly looked away. I speculated that this must be how some men feel, compelled to stare at the breasts of a beautiful woman, instead of looking them in the face. If he noticed my admiration of his rock hard body, he didn't let on. Maybe he was used to women staring at him that way. Maybe that's why he wasn't wearing a shirt, but I couldn't swear to it. I guess if a guy has a six pack to show off, more power to him.

With my eyes back on his handsome face, this stranger flashed me a friendly grin, and stuck out his hand to introduce himself.

"Hi" he smiled. "I know you don't know me, but I think I've seen pictures of you at Mom's house, and I believe you might be my cousin. Are you Sarah ?"

For a few seconds I was taken aback, as I couldn't believe this gorgeous stranger was related to me.

Finally after an awkward pause I had the good sense to respond to him.

"Yes, I'm Sarah." I paused for a moment, trying to think, despite my obvious surprise. Then the thought occurred to me. "You must be Vinny," I guessed. I had heard enough about the family to deduce that much information. I knew aunt had a son about my age, so this had to be him.

He beamed. "Yes! I' am Vinny! It is so good to finally talk to you," he continued. "I've actually seen you around several times. I have a friend that lives in this same apartment building, and I thought that was you in 24E. But I never said anything because I wanted to be sure."

My brother-in-law, Mohit, introduced himself to Vinny and then took the last bag of groceries in for me. Vinny and I stood talking in the parking lot for at least fifteen minutes afterward. He was not only a nice looking man, but seemed like a genuinely nice guy as well. When Vinny's friend came out of the building and got into his car, Vinnie announced that he had to get going. We had been having such a good conversation, and I was disappointed that it had to end. Before he walked away, he reached out and gave me a warm, friendly hug. When he touched me, a spark lept from me to him. I don't know if he noticed it, but it was as tangible to me as the ground beneath my feet. When I walked up the steps into my apartment, I realized my heart was beating faster than usual. My palms were wet with sweat. I felt a little weak and my mouth had gone dry. Moreover, when I opened the door and shut it behind me, it occured to me: my palms weren't the only thing wet. I don't know if that exact moment was when I made the decision, but soon I had a change of heart. It was high time I got to know this other side of my family a lot better.

Well, the years have passed and I have spent many an hour hanging out at my aunt house, getting to know her and her family. When Vinnie is there, we chat easily, laughing and telling stories. I'm always especially happy to see his car in the driveway when I pull up. My aunt keeps a room for him there at her house. I think she realizes he'll visit more frequently if he feels at home. It is that very same room that is the setting in many of my fantasies. It's me and a bed....no clothes, no rules, no holds barred.

There are times that Vinnie gets me hot without even meaning to...although I'd like to hope that back in his mind he's wildly attracted to me, too. It would be such a rush to think that he's also fighting his urges...that he longs to approach me, to let me know how he feels, to reach out and touch my body...but his moral dillemma keeps him at bay.

In my mind, that is the way it is. Deep inside my thoughts, Vinnie wants me just as much as I want him. He is constantly restraining himself, longing to feel my lips brush against his. His cock hardens at the sound of my voice alone. When I walk in the room, his eyes gravitate to my breasts, and he only hopes I will bend over long enough for him to catch a glimpse of my ivory globes. He frequently passes me in the hallway, just to "accidently" brush himself against me. When I lick my lips, he imagines them on his cock, licking and slurping up and down its length. In my imagination, Vinnie wants me so much that he has to excuse himself to go the bathroom when I'm around, just to relieve the tension in his throbbing cock. I can envision his hot cum spurting all over his meat, dripping down onto his hand, sticky and sadly, wasted.

And finally, one day, it happens. He's come to visit his parents, and they already have plans for date night: dinner and a movie. He's disappointed, but he declines their offer to join them. He figures he can hang out, watch some t.v., eat a few leftovers, and then head home for the evening. Work was hectic that week, and he found himself in the mood to have a beer and watch a game. If more than one beer ended up in his hand, he could always crash here for the evening, fully aware that his parents would welcome his presence.

Conveniently, I had also decided that hanging out at home alone was out of the question for the evening, so I looked forward to an evening with Aunt Jan. My family had tickets to an exhibition basketball game, but only four. Since basketball wasn't my thing, I had graciously allowed the four of them to attend. After their departure, I became increasingly bored, and decided to make the ten minute drive to visit my extended family. We had become so close, that drop in visits weren't unusual, so the thought hadn't crossed my mind to call first.

I pulled up in the driveway, and was thrilled to see Vinnie?s car. I walked swiftly to the door, whistling, eager to spend some time around him, even if he was just there for a brief visit. Since Aunt car was kept in the garage most of the time, it didn't occur to me that she wasn't at home. I tugged nervously on my sweater and then rang the doorbell. Much to my surprise, Vinnie came to the door a few moments later with a beer in hand.

"Vinnie !" Are you the new doorman around here?" I kidded, wondering what was up.

Vinnie flashed a sexy grin and opened the door. "Nah," he laughed. "I came to hang out with the folks, and it seems they have better things to do on a Saturday night than hang out with me. But come on in." He gestured to the living room broadly. "We can hang out if you can stand my company."

There was no debating that issue, but I tried not to look too eager as I entered the house. Only one light was on in the living room, and the t.v. guide was tossed on the floor next to a plate of chips and salsa. His beer was on the end table, along with the remote. He , of course, was looking unnervingly sexy as usual. Casual attire suited him, so he looked perfectly cozy in a hooded sweatshirt and jeans. I glanced away, trying to concentrate on anything else in the room. Turning toward the t.v., I reminded myself that this was my cousin, and the moisture forming in my crotch was entirely inappropriate. Maybe a good drama on TV. would distract me from my lustful thoughts.

Finally the TV. screen came in to focus. A commercial was loudly and convincingly praising the virtues of the latest restaurant to invade the city. Without realizing I was hungry, my stomach growled. I hadn't even had a chance to sit down, but the piping hot meals on the screen reminded me that I hadn't eaten all day. I couldn't believe how fast I went from horny to hungry. Inwardly chiding myself, I silently cursed. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was acting like a typical male. My mind jumped from sex to food in two seconds. That must've been some kind of record.

Making it worse, Vinnie heard my stomach's protest, and he chuckled.

"Have you had dinner?" He inquired.

I rolled my eyes, mortified that my body would give me away so readily. What other signals was my body revealing?

I shook my head. "It's been one of those crazy days. I didn't have to cook for the kid, so I haven't thought to eat." I admitted.

"If I have ever forgotten to eat, I don't remember it." he chuckled.

"Salsa and chips?" he offered, motioning for me to sit next to him.

"Okay, I'll take you up on that." I decided.

Vinnie pulled a pillow off the couch and patted it. I plopped down eagerly, and without any further prompting, I scooped up a chip and wolfed it down. "So much for being seductive," I thought, trying to keep salsa from spilling everywhere.

Meanwhile, vinnie got up and headed toward the kitchen.

In my zeal for nourishment, it hadn't dawned on me that this salsa might not be the mild variety.

"That's spicy salsa, Missy." Chad informed me, just as my eyes were filling up with tears. "Want a beer?"

"Sure" I squeaked, wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

Momentarily, he was back with a cold beer, which he opened and held out to me. I quickly guzzled a large swig. Not normally a beer drinker, the amber liquid eased the burning on my tongue enough for me to take a breath.

"Sorry about that," heChad said, looking sheepish. "I should have warned you."

"No harm done," I smiled. "I didn't give you time to warn me. If you hadn't backed off the chips I may have taken a bite of your arm."

Vinnie smiled. "That might've been fun, ya never know," he joked, reaching for what appeared to be his third beer.

Maybe it was because he was sitting so close to me...maybe it was because I chugged the beer so fast, or maybe it was just my excitement about being alone with this man, but I found myself acting just a little more flirtatious than usual.

"I bet it would have been," I muttered, reaching for a chip.

Suddenly, he grew silent. He looked down at the plate of chips, and then took a deep breath. He stared at the plate for what seemed like an eternity, and then lifted his beer to his lips, taking a generous swig. Inside, I felt panic, wondering if I had so deeply offended him that he was going to ask me to leave. I braced myself for his rejection.

Slowly, he looked at me. I know my face must have given away my fear.

"Missy?" vinnie spoke, his voice barely over a whisper.

"Yes?" I managed to answer.

"Please don't take me wrong, but do you ever feel like...well...I don't know how to say this...do you ever have feelings about us that are...kind of...not..Cousinly?"

I swallowed hard, barely able to contain my excitement. I nodded an afirmation, and without speaking, I realized that my gesture indicated that I wanted our relationship to change. By the look on his face, it became clear that he wanted the change just as much as I did.

In what seemed like super slow motion, without taking his eyes off of me, vinnie slid the plate of chips and salsa to the side.

I hadn't realized just how close we were sitting, and with just an adjustment of his shoulder, he was staring directly into my eyes.

Neither of us moved or spoke, but what our eyes said spoke volumes.

Soon he broke our gaze, and reached out for my hand. He brought my hand up to his lips and gently kissed it, then pressed it against his face. I could feel the stubble of his beard rough against my palm. For a moment or two we just sat there like that, looking at one another: he holding my hand, me holding my breath. It was almost like time was suspended as we tiptoed in to this new territory.

Vinnie was the first to break the silence.

"Sis he began, and continued at my nod, "I want you to know that I have wanted you since even before we met that day. From the first time I saw you at that apartment complex, I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew you were married and I knew you had kids and I knew you were my cousin. But you were so damn gorgeous...all I can say is that I felt...drawn to you." He took a another breath and went on, "The thing is, over the years we've hung out a lot and instead of me feeling LESS attracted to you, I've wanted you more every time I've seen you. I've tried to tell myself a thousand times how wrong this is, but I can't get it through to... myself. And here's the thing: I don't know what's going to happen here. I hope this doesn't backfire in our faces and make you want to run away from me. Because I don't just want you. I love you. Not just as a cousin, but I LOVE love you. I know we can't be together like I want to be because of who we are, but I can't help it. I am crazy about you." vinnie paused and looked almost like he wanted to cry. He went on, "Missy, if I can only have you just this once, it'll be worth it. But damnit, I can't dream about you one more night knowing I'll never get to have you, or taste you, or hold you. I want you so bad that I can't think straight anymore. Does any of this make sense?"

Somewhere along the line, as Vinnie spoke, I found my voice.

I exhaled and whispered, Vinnie , I don't care who we are or what we are tonight. I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as much as I want you. I've wanted you since that first day I saw you and I haven't stopped thinking about you since. I don't want to analyze this, okay? I don't want to over think it, and I just don't want to wait one second longer to be with you. I don't care. I don't fucking care. I just want to have you even if it's just this once."

He smiled a tight smile, and rose to his feet. He reached out his hand to me, and pulled me upright. Just a few inches taller than me, we stood face to face. In an instant, we were in each other's arms. Not breaking our embrace, he leaned into me, his lips touching mine for the first time.

I swear it felt like shockwaves ran through my entire body; this kiss igniting a fire that we had long tried to ignore. At first we were delicate with one another, tenderly brushing our mouths together. It was almost as if I had never been kissed before and I yearned for more....anxious for the kiss to crescendo into something deeper, more meaningful. As if he read my mind, his warm lips parted and his tongue delved into my mouth, pushing our heat to a whole new level. I groaned and pressed my tongue against his, teeth hitting teeth, lines blurring and boundaries falling. This passionate exchange went on wildly until I could feel my lips beginning to swell from the forcefulness of our kiss. Vinnie began to run his fingers through my hair, over my neck and shoulders, and finally coming to rest just above my collar bone.

Breaking our kiss for one painful moment, Vinnie looked at me, a mix of lust and uncertainty in his gaze.

"Are you sure about this?" he uttered, showing such amazing restraint that I couldn't help but feel even closer to him.

"I have never been more sure about anything," I confirmed. I was certain that if he didn't touch me again soon I would surely lose my cool and rip his clothes off like a woman crazed.

With one swift motion, Vinnie removed my blouse, tossing it to the floor. I followed his lead, eagerly undressing his torso, tossing his sweatshirt to the floor as well. While I smiled at the familiar sight of his massive chest, he paused to take in his first glimpse of me. Gazing, he admired the green lace bra which barely held my ample breasts in check With a skilled hand, he removed my bra, exposing my nipples, which by then were pointed and eager for his attention.

But he didn't immediately reach for my breasts. To my suprise, he pulled me back in to him, pressing my body against his. His warmth enveloped me, and for a moment we stood, flesh to flesh, undressed from our waist up, greedily soaking in the feel of each other.

When Vinnie finally pulled away, he grabbed my hand, scooped up our clothes and walked me down the hallway to his old room. Safely inside the door, he closed it behind us and locked it. I knew by the look on his face he didn't want to wait any longer to endulge in this forbidden pleasure.

Eyes blazing, he moved toward me. Our lips found each others' again, and this time, his hands began to wander across my flesh. His hands cupped my breasts; his lips left mine, and with a dip of his head, his tongue darted out, tasting my nipples. I sighed, eletricity coursing out of my veins, feeling powerfully sexy and ready to show it. As his mouth moved from nipple to nipple, he began to unbutton my jeans, causing them to fall to my feet. Now clad only in my lace panties, I knew there was no turning back. I was standing here, nearly naked, my cousin's mouth tantalizing my breasts, as he prepared to fuck me. I could feel my juices begin to accumulate in my eager pussy. I was sure that this passion could never be quenched, but I was prepared to find out.

The barrier of my jeans gone, I felt it was time to even the score. I leaned away momentarily; the firm suction of Vinnie?s mouth on my breast made an audible pop as I reached for the zipper of his jeans. I fumbled awkwardly with the button and finally found my way. Vinnie assisted me, pushing the material away from his hips, allowing his jeans to find their place on the floor with mine.

Pleased to be one step closer to the cock I had dreamed about for years, I stared lustfully at his crotch. Pressing against the thin cotton of his boxers was the outline of his hardness, straining and anxious for attention.

By now the tension in the room was practically tangible. Wanting to take things slowly but too hot to restrain ourselves any longer, we fell to the bed, underwear finding its way out of the picture in the process.

Vinnie groaned as he mashed his mouth against mine, and I, in return, grabbed his thick neck, pressing him even closer. He rolled over on the bed, pulling me onto him. His thick cock, hard and bulging, was wedged between my upper thighs. I shivered with excitement.

With skilled movement, he lifted my hips and eased me down onto his pulsing shaft, my dripping pussy walls making his entry welcome.

He felt amazing inside me. For a few minutes we sat still, allowing our minds and bodies to grasp what was transpiring. In the hundreds of times I had fantasized this moment, I couldn't have dreamed up more pleasure than what was taking place. His cock felt like it was made to fit me.

Releasing a sigh of pleasure, I began to move my hips, lifting them up and down, rotating side to side. Vinnie pressed his fingers into the flesh of my hips, ever so slightly assisting my efforts.

I could see the effect I was having on my cousin was unmistakable. His eyes, full of lust, never left mine. If we were going to go down this road, we were going together, no regrets, not letting a second escape us. Occasionally, he moaned, encouraging me to continue my ride. I couldn't take my eyes off of this amazing man. His chest muscles were rippling each time I moved. His look, his feel, his whole being exuded sexiness. I couldn't believe it was Vinnies s cock I was riding; this object of my desire not only wanted me, but wanted me enough to take this step. Unable to absorb the reality, I reached out and touched his tight stomach, running both hands over him, relishing the moment.

The more I thought about what we were doing, the more my hormones surged. Tension inside me began to well up, and I was aware that my orgasm was approaching. My muscles began to tighten, nerves began to spasm, and with a cry of release, my pleasure overtook me. Vinnie smiled, feeling the change, he slid me off of his slick manhood and lowered me back onto the bed.

Kissing his way down my body, my lover intended to make our first time a memorable one. He was not going to allow me to leave his bed until I had climaxed yet again. Over my quivering belly he nipped and sucked my flesh, until he reached my hot mound. There he parted my juicy lips and began to caress them with his tongue. Further and further into my depths he plunged, until I could feel my body reawaken, wanting more, demanding an encore.

Somewhere along the line, I lost my inhibitions and I began to thrust my hips upward, pressing more of myself into his mouth. Grabbing the covers, I panted, groaned, called his name and began to rant as the welling up of another orgasm overtook me.

"Oh fuck, oh God, oh my God, oh yes.......ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck yes! Oh my lover, that's it, oh that's it..........that's right, that's right.......Oh Chad, mmmmmmmmmm......" I babbled as I began to buck my hips harder.

Knowing his tongue fucking was driving me to the edge, Vinnie stiffened his tongue and commenced to finishing the job. With one last thrust of his face into my pussy, my juices flowed anew. With him feverishly lapping and sucking my juices, the throbbing seemed to go on forever inside my swollen pussy.

Sweat began to form on my brow. The nerves in my body, scrambled by this onslaught of pleasure, caused me to visibly shake. Soon, Vinnie covered my ravaged body with his own. As he approached, I spread my legs willingly to receive him.

With intensity flashing in his green eyes, Vinnie looked down at me, then thrust his hips forward, sinking his meat deep into me. His cock felt even better in me the second time, as he was fully in control of the rhythmn. No longer able to control his urge, he began to stroke in and out of my eager pussy. Push after ferocious push, his hips slammed against mine, slapping his balls against my ass.

I could tell he was close to his limit. Sweat dripped down his chest and arms. A vein in his throat pulsed with every heartbeat. His jaw clenched. With every push came a low groan from his throat. Suddenly, Vinnie lunged forward, shoving his swollen organ into my greedy womb. Like a dam bursting, my cousin's cum poured into me, an incestuous gift that I readily accepted.

Spent, Vinnie collapsed on the bed beside me as our juices dripped from between my legs. I turned to face him, totally fulfilled and not feeling the onslaught of guilt that I half expected to feel.

he reached out and touched my hair, stroking it, allowing his fingers come to rest on my neck.

"Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his eyes.

"Never been better." I assured him.

"Are you going to run?" He wondered aloud.

I stared into the face of my lover, this man who had captured my heart and pleasured my body. I realized I didn't have an ounce of regret for what had taken place. I didn't know where we would go from here, but I did know one thing: I didn't want this to be the end. I wanted more of this man, whether it was adultery or incest or not. I had to have him again. My fire could not be put out so easily. My mind made up, I kissed a trail across his jaw, and murmured.

"The only place I'm running is right back into your arms every chance I get."

"That's what I was hoping you'd say, love." replied Vinnie , as his cock twitched and began to harden.

As I leaned over and took his swelling member into my mouth, I tasted my lover's juices mixed with my own. If this night had to end, it wasn't going to end yet. I wouldn't rest until I fucked and sucked my favorite cousin into a frenzy. As his cock filled my mouth and began to press against my throat, I realized it was going to be one hell of a night.

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