First, I offer thanks to all the authors here who have written how- to articles. I read many of them in preparation for this story. I hope that you understand how helpful your articles are to some of us. This story is for all those who have had fantasies about our cousins. I just know that I am not the only one. It is also dedicated to my "Cuz".
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I come from a large family. My mother has 7 brothers and sisters, so I had many cousins. My mother's youngest sister had 2 children. Her oldest was only 6 months younger than me. Her name was Gwyneth.
They lived around the corner from us, within easy walking distance of my house. So we did everything together. In addition to going to family gatherings, we were at each other's houses very regularly.
As we got to high school I began noticing my cousin's body.
As 18 year old seniors in high school, one weekend, Gwyneth had a party at her house since her parents were out of town. Her brother had gone with his friends to a different party, so Gwyneth had invited me and some of our friends from school for an end of high school party. As the beer flowed, the 18, 19, 20 year olds started to get horney. A game of spin the bottle was started. The bottle was spun and where ever it pointed, that person had to remove an article of clothing. The game proceeded until the players were in various states of undress, some naked, many in underwear. I was down to my jockeys, Gwyneth in her panties. On the next spin, Gwyneth had to remove her panties.
The first naked vagina that I ever saw, that was not on the glossy pages of a magazine, was my cousin's.
It was absolutely enchanting. The date was June 29th, 1985. I never jacked off so hard in my life. For weeks following that party my cousin was the prime fantasy in my spank bank.
We went on about our lives. We went in opposite directions. She went to a different college than I did. Soon, we had different friends and the once unbreakable bond that held family together soon strained and then was broken.
Gwyneth went into the medical field, and ended up an emergency room nurse for a while. She eventually became a flight nurse on an air ambulance.
I went into the Navy and soon was a member of a SEAL team, conducting operations in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Gwyneth was married once, and had a son. That marriage soon faltered and failed. I, too, had a failed marriage early in my career, and I had a beautiful daughter.
We both found new spouses and resumed the married life. At Christmas and Easter, during family gatherings, we saw each other and talked about how our lives were going. But it was never like it was when we were younger. We exchanged phone numbers and vowed to stay in closer contact.
Following a tour overseas, Gwyneth called my cell phone. She wanted to know if my wife and I were interested in doing a Caribbean cruise. I thought it was a fantastic idea. After checking with my wife we booked the cruise.
The cruise was going wonderfully. Gwyneth's husband, a former Marine, and I got along great. We talked shop while spending hours drinking mojitos and watching the women.
I found my eyes, hidden behind the orange mirrored lenses of my Oakley's, watching Gwyneth. Her body was showing very little signs of age. She worked out like a demon. Her muscle tone still well defined. Her skin had taken on a nice tan through the course of our cruise, and watching her smear sun tan oil on her legs...on her thighs, up toward her crotch, then on her stomach, and the tops of her tits was almost physically painful for me.
On our last day at sea, after returning from the pool, my wife said she wanted to go to the casino. I was just not into gambling, so I told her I didn't want to go. Gwyneth's husband stepped up and said he wanted to hit the blackjack table himself. So I said, "You go on down with him, I am going to taking a nap." They left together.
I went and flopped down on the couch in Gwyneth's cabin and started watching TV. We had adjoining cabins separated by a door, so we moved freely between the cabins when the door was unlocked.
Gwyneth came out of the bathroom, toweling off her light brown hair. She was wearing her bikini with a college team t-shirt.
She plopped down next to me, and then turned so that she could put her bare feet in my lap and stretch out her long legs. We talked about old times. While talking about a mutual friend from high school Gwyneth said, "She always made fun of me. She said I had big feet."
I laughed, and told her that her feet were not that big and that I had seen chicks with much bigger feet. Gwyneth lifted her left foot and held it close to my face, pointing her toes.
"My feet aren't that big?" I grabbed her by that ankle and appeared to study the offered foot. The foot was tan on top, sole appearing pink. The toes were tapered and painted a red color that resembled arterial blood.
"No, in fact, they are quite lovely." I began to massage the foot, stroking the top of her foot with my finger tips, between the cords. Gwyneth was watching me. We held eye contact, her brown eyes gleaming. I bent the toes back and began making circles on the ball of the foot. I stopped.
"You see, your feet are fine." Gwyneth then began wiggling the toes, saying, "Don't forget the toes."
I took the big toe and began rolling it between my thumb and index finger while sliding the fingers down the toe. While doing that, I glanced over at her. Her right leg was bent at the knee, and laid over to the right, allowing me an unobstructed view of her bikini clad crotch. My dick began to swell.
I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. We were cousins, 1st cousins. This was not right. I tried to change the subject.
"What color polish is that?" I was working the pinkie toe.
"It's called 'Hearts of Fire'." DAMN! That didn't work out the way I thought. I began sliding my index finger back and forth between her toes.
She said "You know, if we weren't cousins, and not married, I would want to date you."
I swallowed hard, and then looked up from the pretty toes. Her head was back, her right hand curled at her chin, the pinkie finger pulling her bottom lip.
"Gwyn, this could get really weird, because I have always found you attractive."
She sat up quickly. She pulled her left foot away and set it on the carpeted floor, while curling her right foot under her. I thought, Oh boy....I have done it now. I have just ruined a relationship forever.
Gwyneth leaned over at the waist, scooting closer. Her face now inches from mine. A piercing stare looked in to my eyes.
"You find me attractive? Like, in a sexual way?"
Not breaking eye contact, I nodded my head slowly up and down.
"OH MY GOD! I thought it was just me having sexual desires for my cousin."
We both laughed at that.
"You remember the spin the bottle game at my house a long time ago?" She asked
"Yeah, how could I forget it?"
"I was so scared you wouldn't like me when I pulled my panties off." She giggled again
"Wouldn't like you??? Gwyn I jacked off to the thought of you naked for months after that!"
That got a huge laugh from her. When the laughing died away, she was again within inches of my face.
"Well, I guess we should at least try being kiss' in cousins. Cam, do you want to kiss me?"
There was no creepiness factor any more. My cock was swelling up quickly.