Jacinta knew the wedding was off. Remarkably though, neither she nor her buffed cousin Sean felt any remorse about surrendering to their lust only minutes ago. With what felt like litres of Sean's cum still running from her pussy and tracing lines down her thigh, Jacinta confronted her fiancee Bronx and broke the bad news. Bronx took it reasonably well, and the guests appreciated both Jacinta's and Bronx's honesty.
With a weight of guilt lifted of her shoulders, Jacinta arrived home to an empty house, slowly erasing memories of Bronx in her head, and replacing them with images of Sean. His scent, the feel of his skin and his lips on her neck, the gruff unflinching grip he took on her hair as he thrust his swollen cock into her yielding pussy in the backroom of the church. She knew she wanted more, but taking the next step meant admitting she would submit to him again.
Erring on the side of caution, she invited Sean and the rest of the family to her place for dinner. Setting out a nice 3-course meal and great wine, the night flew, and before anyone knew what had hit them, it was midnight. Slowly the relations began to leave in a flutter of activity, but Sean volunteered to help Jacinta clean up, rather than face a mountain of dishes in the morning.
Standing at the kitchen sink, Sean made awkward small talk with Jacinta. In a moment of clarity, Sean said, 'What happened at the church a few weeks ago was no accident Jacinta. I've been hiding my desire for you for years. I knew it wasn't right to want to possess my own cousin, but I have to admit, the thought of it drives me wild!'.
Jacinta was shocked, but searched for her own feelings. 'I feel guilty for what we did, Sean. But you did fuck me like no other man ever has, and I know why. It's because we're cousins, because we want what people say is wrong. I want your cock again, beautiful cousin'. There was her admission. Fireworks shot off in Sean's head, and dishes hit the floor as he picked her up with a quick sweep and sat her on the dining table.
Moving in without hesitation, Sean's crisp cold lips hit Jacinta's, and their familial passion ignited into pure lust once again. She slid her arms around his hard waist, and pulled him closer to her, letting her tongue wrestle with his inside their mouths. They broke into a giggle as they clashed teeth, and pulled apart to rub them softly. Sean looked into her eyes. 'How beautiful is this woman, my cousin, my victim' - he thought.
While engulfed in urgent kisses, she motioned for Sean to remove his shirt, and she lifted it over his head and admired his chiselled physique. She paused in shock, for there inked on his chest was 'Jacinta', with an arrow through it. Tears of shock welled in her eyes, and Sean knew what she'd discovered. 'I had it done when you lived with us years ago, you were like the sister I never had', he said.
'So does that mean you're technically fucking your sister and your cousin at the same time?' Jacinta asked playfully, stroking the tattoo. 'I never thought of it like that, but yes, fuck me sis! fuck me cousin!' he ordered, sliding her cardigan and top off.
Jacinta dragged him into her boudoir, which was lit very low with soft red light, her silk sheets turned down already in anticipation and hope.
'Hoping for company tonight, were you?' Sean asked. 'Hoping for the cum of a cousin, yes', Jacinta answered. Their gazes lingered comfortably now. 'Fuck me into oblivion' she said, pulling him to the bed.
Removing the last of their clothing, their bodies came together in the kind of fantasy seduction they'd both always imagined. Sean shifted back and looked her up and down. Her tanned skin was soft and supple, her pussy again freshly shaved. The lips of her pussy clung tightly together in the most perfectly crafted pussy he'd ever seen. Her hips were giving, her waist curvy, leading up to heaving breasts that sat high on her chest despite their size.
Jacinta slowly slid Sean's foreskin back and forth, letting his precum soak his entire shaft, and having a taste. The normal salty taste of cum was sweetened with the knowledge it was filled with the DNA of her own family. His solid torso and broad chest, highlighted with the tattoo, drove her crazy. He smiled, knowing she was aching to begin playing.