Cousin Lovin'

All characters of this story are 18 and older, and all were 18 or older before any nudity or sexual activity occurred in discussing past.

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"Thanks for letting me stay with you," Stephen said as he looked over the menu.

"Oh, Stevie," smiled Kim. "There's no way I'm letting you waste money on a hotel. Besides, when you have a guest bedroom, you're supposed to have guests. I've been in this house alone for over two years now, and nobody has slept in that room that entire time. Not even my kids."

"How are Kiley and Kate?"

"Well, Kiley seems to have inherited my bad taste in men," Kim said, shaking her head. "Almost 30, and she has already caught husband number two cheating on her. In her own house. In her own bed."

"That sounds familiar. No offense."

"Right? Brad was a smooth talker, and I fell for everything. I think I was so broken after Wade that I was just wowed by how he could make me feel by just saying the right things. He even talked me into giving him a second chance. And a third chance."

Stephen's eyes got big. "He cheated with three different women?"

"No. He cheated with more than that. He couldn't keep his little pecker in his pants. I'm convinced he talked such a good game because he couldn't perform well with that small thing. He was awful in bed. He's literally a dog. Bark and bark and bark to get noticed, but when he catches the car he's chasing, he has no idea what to do."

Stephen laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at what you went through. But you just described him perfectly. He always came across as all flash and no substance."

"So why didn't you tell me that?"

"I met him at your wedding. I didn't think it was a good time to bring it up that night!"

"Fair enough," Kim said. "So why not after that?"

"To be honest, I'd only been around him two other times. Once at Uncle Bob's funeral."

"Yeah, dad didn't like him either."

"And the other time was at Kate's wedding. Where I caught him groping one of the aunts of a bridesmaid. Or something like that."

"And I knew all about that. They fucked in the kitchen, and Kate actually caught them. Bastard ruined her wedding night."

"So how are Kate and Jeremy?"

"Are you all ready to order?" the waitress asked. Stephen motioned to Kim to order first.

"I'll have the chicken skewers with rice. Ranch with my salad."

The waitress said, "Very well, ma'am." She turned to Stephen and smiled wide, either expecting the man to pay and, therefore, leave a big tip, or she liked older men. Probably more the former. "And what whets your appetite?" she asked, a little naughtiness in her eye, her hip shifting closer to him. So yeah, maybe it was the latter. This was flirting, for sure.

"Start us with the boom boom shrimp."

"You can never go wrong with a little boom boom," the waitress replied. She did a quick raise of her eyebrows as if to nonverbally say, "You know what I mean?"

"Right. And I'll have the aged ribeye, medium rare."

"That's pretty pink in the middle but still very hot," the waitress said, and her eyes now seemed to be filled with lust. Kim didn't look happy when Stephen glanced at her.

"Yes, that's how I like it. Give me the smashed potatoes and a small Caesar salad."

"Excellent choices, sir. Excellent. Would you like more drinks before the appetizer?"

"Yes. We will each have the same. Right, honey?" Stephen asked as he took Kim's hand.

"That would be perfect, babe." Kim still could go along quickly and playfully. Maybe it was the improv classes in college. "I like a little buzz before the boom boom arrives."

The waitress' smile disappeared. That settled it. She was definitely flirting. With Stephen and Kim both ringless, she assumed they weren't married and, likely, hoped they were work colleagues. "I'll be back quickly with those." She turned and stopped at the bar to get the drink order going.

Even at 53, Stephen still caught the attention of much younger women. Growing up, he was tall and lanky. Too lanky. At 6'2" and just 140 pounds, he didn't grab the attention of the opposite sex. At least not the right attention. He was withdrawn around girls, and he never had a girlfriend. His first college roommate got him into lifting, and his confidence soared as he got muscle on his frame. He looked much younger than he was, and he was keeping the grey hair away. His dark hair was still very thick, and he exuded the kind of confidence that Kim always loved in men.

"Excellent choices, sir. Excellent," Kim said mockingly. She was voted best eyes in high school, and her blue eyes and black hair were something he always found attractive. He was glad she went all out on dressing up tonight. She had confessed to him several times over the years that she was unhappy with her weight gain. At 5'1", her big curves always seemed bigger. Her 36 D's looked even bigger than that, and every guy in school noticed. Stephen defended her honor when guys went too far, but he was too weak to do much. She still loved that about him, not having a brother to do that. And here he was, taking up for her again. Surely, the waitress thought that this now overweight woman couldn't be on a date with this hot older guy. "I have to say, making it seem like we are on a date completely threw her off her game. She was so flirting with you."

"She just wants something big in the end."

"Don't we all?" Kim laughed.

"Poor Brad," Stephen laughed. "I shouldn't laugh at another man's, um, shortcomings."

"Nice choice of words." Kim noticed that she and Stephen were still holding hands. It had been too long since she had felt any intimacy at all, so it was nice. She didn't pull away, even if it was a show for the waitress.

"So, back to Kate and Jeremy," Stephen suggested, circling back to where they were before ordering their meal.

Kim went on to describe Kate's problems. It wasn't so much that Jeremy was cheating on her, at least sexually. He was neglecting her by spending most of his time drinking and gambling. It had cost him his job, and the neglect and toll it put on the family's finances were enough for Kate to file for divorce.

"I really liked Jeremy at first, but he has demons," said Kim. "Kate tried to get him help, but he just refused. She tried and tried, but she had to leave him." The waitress returned with fresh drinks, and she showed a little disappointment that the two were still holding hands. Stephen noticed her looking at their hands.

He didn't pull away, though. Like Kim, he thought it felt nice. Having been divorced for over a year, he missed little things like this. The conversation hit a small pause that could easily prolong into an uncomfortable silence, so Stephen raised his glass. "To the best cousin I could have been given."

Kim took it as genuine and not something Stephen said out of pity. She knew him too well, and she knew he meant it. Nobody accepted her into the family as perfectly as him when her mom married Stephen's Uncle Bob. Moving to a new town when you're 13 is hard, but Stephen helped her transition easily. He was very popular, and Kim benefited from that, making friends quickly. But none were as close as her and Stephen.

"Second best. I can't top you!" she exclaimed, clinking his glass.

After three hours of great food, better conversation, and way too many drinks, Stephen paid the tab. He did give the waitress an obscene tip, partly because Kim wasn't very nice to her all night. Kim had fun playing the jealous girlfriend.

"Thank you for paying, Stevie. I'll get the Uber."

They both stood, the first time they had since arriving. They both felt the effect of the alcohol. Kim fell into Stephen. He reached out to grab her, catching her right arm but missing when he reached for her left. Instead, he grabbed her huge left tit, and it was far bigger than what fit in his hand.

"I knew you were getting me drunk so that you could take advantage of me," she said as she straightened up. The smile then appeared, and the laugh followed. Stephen knew she was using that dry sense of humor he loved so much about her.

"As big as those are, they're kinda hard to miss."

"Honestly, it felt good. It's been too long." She looked him in the eyes, and he was unsure if this was the alcohol talking or her sense of humor. No wicked smile followed, though.

"Come on. Our ride is here." He wrapped his arm around her and walked her to the car. They were less than five minutes from Kim's house. Once inside, Kim told Stephen to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm going to start some coffee. You might need some."

"I'm not drunk, Stevie. I was just a little wobbly from sitting so long at the restaurant. I promise. I can still hold my liquor."

Stephen noticed she was more flirtatious, but she wasn't slurring her words. And she had walked fine once they got to the house. "Okay, okay. I just know I feel a little buzzed."

"Good. You always opened up more when you were drinking. I want to stay up a while longer. I've missed you, my Stevie." Nobody else ever got away with calling him Stevie. Just Kim. He didn't even like being called Steve. He was Stephen. It was more mature when he was younger, and he only let a select few of his male friends call him Steve. "Now go change."

After just a couple of minutes, they met back in the living room. Stephen was in gym shorts and a sleeveless tee. Kim was in an oversized tee, and Stephen couldn't tell if that was all. That was until she sat down, and he caught a glimpse of her white panties. His mind immediately returned to high school when they'd sleep over with each other. She'd always tease him by taking off her huge bras, keeping her oversized tee on while she did it, sliding the bra out through a sleeve. And she always had white panties on underneath. He couldn't hide his hard-on when she would do this, and he was convinced she'd flash him on purpose. That's when his fetish of upskirts started. And now, just like 35 years ago, it was going to be impossible for him to hide how hard his cock was.

"So how's the dating life, Stevie?" she asked, sitting cross legged on the couch.

"Not great. Not many second dates."

"So lots of one-night stands?" Kim laughed.

"Maybe a couple, but I'm at a point where I need more than sex. I'm not getting younger."

"We're the same age, doofus. And I need sex."

"So, how is it going for you in the dating world?"

"Not great. I could get sex any night I wanted, and I'm hornier now than I've ever been in my life. But I just don't trust men. I've been crushed twice. So I just go at it alone. My fingers and vibrators never talk back." She rearranged her legs, and Stephen got another look at those white panties.

"I hear ya. Old Rosie never says no." What the fuck. Why did he blurt that out?

"I always wondered if you jacked off when we were in school. I assumed you did, but as often as we were together, I assumed I'd catch you at least once."

"I was good at hiding it," Stephen said. "Nobody ever caught me, and I gave them plenty of opportunities." Wait, why was he continuing this? Was it the alcohol? Was it just being an adult and not ashamed of it? Or was it because he was hard now, two feet away from her on her couch, and stealing glances of her panties?

"I'd even spy on you when you'd shower, but I still never caught you. But you never caught me either, and I did it plenty of times when we were together." She blushed hard, but she enjoyed teasing him.

"It's a little easier for you to hide it."

"Yeah, and it's super hard," she said, looking down at his tight shorts. " I mean, it's super hard for you to hide it. Remember that time you slept in my bed with me when we were freshmen in college? You wanted to make sure I wouldn't throw up after that big New Year's party."

Stephen remembered. He fantasized about that night a lot. Kim had hit the wine coolers a little too hard, and he was afraid she'd throw up and choke on her vomit. As designated driver that night, he also wanted to take care of his best friend. He helped her get ready for bed. While she had her back to him when she took her shirt and bra off, she did turn around to expose her huge tits to him. He chalked it up to her drunkenness. He could still picture the dark brown areolas, at least four inches in diameter. He still had a fetish for those too. He was hard all night long. "Yeah, you were pretty drunk."

"I wasn't drunk, sweetie. It was an excuse for you to stay with me. In my bed. I purposely showed you my tits. I felt your hard cock in between my ass cheeks all night as you spooned me. I've still never felt a cock that big. I wanted you so bad, but I was afraid we'd get caught. Even though we aren't blood-related, we were still cousins."

Fuck. She knew I was hard. She knew I grinding on her ass. "I'm sorry, Kim. I shouldn't have put myself in that position."

"Dumbass. I put you there. I wanted you there. And I still want you there."

"Wait, what?" Stephen's eyes narrowed as his face flushed. "What do you mean?"

"I still want to feel that hard cock. I want to feel it between my ass cheeks again, only this time; I don't want any panties or boxer briefs in between us. I want to feel that hard cock in my hand. I want it in my mouth. And I want it in my pussy, Stevie. I've cum so many times over the last 35 years dreaming of this. Please, make it happen."

Stephen couldn't believe what she was saying. Yes, they were both buzzed, but they weren't drunk. She meant this. Maybe the alcohol lowered her inhibitions. He knew it had lowered his. He stared into her dark blue eyes, and his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. His cock throbbed. His biggest fantasy, his own cousin, was talking about how she wanted him.

Kim uncrossed her legs and pulled the end of her large shirt up her thighs, further exposing her panties. They were tight around her swollen pussy, black hairs peeking out from the sides of the white fabric.

Stephen scooted closer. His hand reached out to her face. She closed her eyes as she rested her face in his palm. Then she felt his lips on hers. Soft at first. Then harder, lips parting and tongues meeting. His other hand found her tits, and hers moved downward from his chest. This was really happening. They both knew they would cum quickly.

He needed to feel her skin, and his hand moved from on top of the shirt to underneath it. As big as her tits were in high school, the years and extra weight made them even bigger. They were heavier than anything he'd ever touched, and her nipples could cut glass. He pulled his other hand away from her face, moving it to the other massive globe. He had jacked off that morning thinking about her tits. He never would have guessed that hours later he'd be holding them.

Kim couldn't believe how hard his stomach was. Guys she met had left behind those kind of abs long ago if they ever had them in the first place. His entire body was hard and rigid, but she couldn't wait to get to the thing she felt pressed against her ass those many moons ago. She had masturbated that morning thinking of it's girth, trying to give herself a pep talk to take advantage of her gorgeous cousin. And now, with both of his hands on her huge tits, her hand was about to find his treasure.

Stephen pinched both of Kim's nipples, and she moaned low in her throat. At the same time, her hand found his thick cock, stopping at his swollen head. "Fuck," she thought. "This is bigger than I remember."

She broke from his kiss and looked at him. "Take my shirt off." She didn't care that every light was on and that he'd see she was more than 30 pounds overweight. She didn't care about her stretch marks or her poochy stomach. She always liked the lights off when it came to sex, ashamed of her body. But she wanted to be seen by Stephen. She loved him, and she knew how visual he had always been.

Stephen stood as he pulled Kim's shirt from over her head. His cock was testing the strength of the fabric of his shorts, straining to be set free. It was so close to Kim's face, and she yanked his shorts and boxer briefs down all at once. His cock bobbed in the air, and her eyes got even wider. She'd felt this cock on her ass in high school. Hell, she'd just felt it through her shorts. But she was still amazed. He was thicker than any man she'd ever been with. It was also longer. He had trimmed around his cock, and his balls were smooth. She licked her lips when she saw the precum oozing out. One hand cupped his balls while her other hand grabbed the base and slowly but tightly squeezed up his thick shaft. Precum now flowed out of his tip freely, running down her knuckles. She licked it off.

"Holy fuck, Kim. I can't tell you how many times I've fantasized about you."

"And I can't tell you how many times I've cum wanting this fat cock. You're so much bigger than anything I've ever had. Ever. I need you. I need you to make me feel wanted. I need you to make me cum."

Stephen smiled. He knew what he had, but every guy liked that kind of ego boost. He slid off his shirt and was standing in front of her, completely nude. His only goal was to please her as many times as she would let him. He could see the lust in her eyes as she slowly pumped his cock, her huge tits swaying as she moved.

She noticed he was looking past her face down to her tits. She squeezed his fat cock head, more precum escaping the tip. She took it and rubbed it between her tits. She then moved his cock to her chest, surrounding each side with her gigantic boobs. The precum made for perfect lubricant as she squeezed her boobs around his cock. She loved feeling the heat of it on her skin, and Stephen took the cue. "Fuck these big titties, Stevie. Please."

His hips started rocking slowly, and she loved the face he made. He reached down, pinching each nipple tightly. Her tits were so hot against his cock. As he continued to push the fat head through the top of her tits, Kim stuck her long tongue out to meet it. Another step towards fulfilling a dream many would find repulsive.

Kim let go of her tits and they bounced, sagging much lower than they used to. But Stephen loved it. As much as he worried about keeping himself in shape, one of his biggest attractions in women was imperfection. He loved what made every woman different. He loved that no two women were the same. He loved fat tits that sagged because of their weight. He loved an ass that was bigger than average, something he could get lost in. He loved big thighs and the softness of those inner thighs, darkened from rubbing together over time. And his fucking gorgeous cousin had it all.

Her tongue was slowly swirling around the head. Her ice-blue eyes looked into his as she took long licks at it. She squeezed the head again, and precum oozed down his shaft to his balls. She moved her tongue to meet where the precum stopped and slowly licked back up to his head, pressing even tighter on it. She couldn't wait to get this cock in her mouth. The size of it scared her in a good way. Her heart felt like it would crash out of her body it was beating so fast.

When she reached the tip, she made sure Stephen was looking into her eyes. She swirled her tongue around the cut mushroom head, pulled back, and smiled. They both knew what was next.

She engulfed his cock, her warm mouth taking in just his head at first. Her warm, wet mouth applied the perfect pressure, sucking on the head like it was a lollipop. Stephen's eyes rolled back as he gripped her head with both hands. "Myyyyyy gawwwwwwd. That's amazing, Kim."

That gave Kim the encouragement she needed to take more of him into her mouth. There was no way she could take him all. She wasn't that good. Not yet. But she knew she could make him feel amazing. She tickled his balls with one hand, her other hand at the base of his long shaft as she took more of him into her mouth. She swirled her tongue as she bobbed up and down on the giant cock. Her pussy was on fire, but all she cared about was making him feel great.