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Kissing cousin rocks my world on Nude Day.
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My cousin, Diane, called to ask if she could stay with my wife and I. She had to attend a convention and thought she'd kill two birds with one stone, visit us, while saving money on a hotel bill. Just as she didn't tell me she was attending a Nude Day Swingers' Convention, until later, I didn't tell her that I was no longer with my wife, until she arrived.
Now between you, me, and the lamppost, when I found out that my sexy cousin was attending a Nude Day Swingers' Convention, that bit of shocking information rekindled all kinds of incestuous thoughts. I've always had a mad crush on my cousin Diane and now I couldn't help but imagine her not only naked but also as a willing sexual participant with many swinging men and women but also a willing, albeit, an incestuous swinging partner with me. After inappropriately lusting after her for so many years, my cock pulsated with the thought of being intimate with my swinging cousin, Diane.
Oh, my God, with the hopes for a chance of being with her, life just doesn't get any better than this. My hot cousin, the swinger, and the one I've lusted over for years, is staying with me for a few days. Now that we're both mature, consenting adults, I'd give anything for us to have a sexual relationship.
I didn't tell her that I was living alone. If she knew I lived alone and have become the voyeur of a pervert that I am and, no doubt, have always been, I didn't think she'd stay with me. Besides, I didn't want to broach the subject of lust and the topic of incest over the cell phone. I don't trust those things. One never know who listens in on those wireless, mobile, personal, cell phones calls; electronics are beyond the scope of my comprehension.
Besides, I'd rather look in her big, blue eyes and tell her in person that I've always wanted her. Nervous about opening that forbidden box of love, I wondered what she'd say. Would she want me or shun me? Then, again, being the swinger that she is, if she only knew that I was the incestuous pervert that I am, maybe it's a foregone conclusion that we could have some hot, sexy, albeit incestuous fun. Maybe she'd invite me to the Swingers' convention or maybe, afraid of what I may do or try, she'd leave my house and stay at a hotel. Either way, this surprise visit may be a Godsend and my golden opportunity to reconnect with my cousin and to see if we still share a sexual connection.
It would be different if Diane was my wife's cousin, for sure, but she wasn't. If she was related to my wife, instead of to me, there'd be no way she'd stay here with me living alone without my wife here, but she was my cousin and related to me by blood. With us being related made her staying here appropriate, so long as there was no monkey business, which I hoped to God that there would be. Yet, all my consternation would have been mute, had I had known upfront then that Diane was a swinger.
If I knew she was a swinger I would have greeted her at my front door naked. Nah, even though it's fun to think about doing something like that, I'd never do something like that. Then, again, with it being Nude Day, I could use nude holiday as my pretense for greeting Diane at the door naked. Nah, I can't do that, she's family. It would just be so wrong to hit on my own cousin. Unfortunately, I need for her to give me the green light by her making the first move.
We shared a family history and were as close as any brother who lusted over his sister was, back then, so long ago, 15-years-ago. We practically grew up together, even lived under the same roof for a little while, when her parents were going through a tough divorce. With my parents and her Mom, my aunt, out in the living room hogging the TV, we watched television cuddling together in her bedroom with the door closed, while talking and laughing. At the time, more than being my cousin, always together, we were best friends.
The times we spent together lying in bed was all so very innocent. Other than hugging, even though I wanted to touch her tits and finger her pussy, even though I wished she'd touch my cock, even though I masturbated night and day over the thoughts of her naked, other than some cheap feels and desperate gropes, we never touched one another in a sexual way. We were cousins, after all, just watching television together and incest was a line we just didn't cross.
Besides, times were different back then and we were both innocent virgins. No one knew, but me, that I spent as much time watching TV, as I did ogling my cousin's tits and panties in down nightgown and up nightgown views, when she wore her short, low cut nightgown to bed. Always, I had a boner that I hid beneath the sheet, when lying in bed with her. If she had given me the smallest hint of encouragement, I would have been all over her sexy body.
Living at home, unable to afford to live on campus, we both had just started college and I used to spy on her through the keyhole, when she dressed and undressed. A natural redhead with C cup breasts, she had a sexy body. We even attended some of the same college parties and I watched out for her. Back then, I don't think she knew that I lusted over her or spied on her dressing and undressing, while masturbating over all that I saw of her. Yet, now to find out that she's a swinger makes me wonder if she's an exhibitionist and was giving me a free show then.
So very long ago, none of that matters now. I'm just so excited that she's coming for a visit. I can't wait to see her. Still, I worry that she may feel awkward staying here with me because I live alone. Being that she's my cousin, her loyalty should be with me and not with my ex-wife, even though she was good friends with my ex-wife, for a time, back then. She shouldn't have reservations about staying here with me. Still, maybe there's something inappropriate about a single woman staying alone with a single man, even if they are cousins.
"Who was that woman I saw you with, last night?" I imagined my friends and neighbors asking me, when seeing me with a stunning, sexy redhead.
"Oh, that's just my cousin," I'd reply, always wanting to say that and knowing they'd never believe that she was my cousin.
Nonetheless, we're both mature adults and she'll only be here for the weekend, three days, and two mischievous nights. Other than me ogling her sexy body and me accidentally on purpose flashing her my cock, everything should be fine. Who knows, with her being a swinger and me being a pervert, this could be the incestuous match of my perverted life.
We were never kissing cousins, except for that one time, when she was so very drunk at a college party and I heard some of the guys talking about gangbanging her. They didn't know we were cousins and I pulled her the Hell out of there. On the way home, we parked, talked, laughed, and then, as unbelievable as it is, even to this day, we made out. Just as I couldn't believe I was kissing my cousin, French kissing her, I couldn't believe my cousin was French kissing me.
I've kissed lots of women before but, after I kissed my cousin for that first and only time, there was something really special happening. As if an electric current surged through my body, the tingling that I received from kissing her felt as if I had plugged my penis in a wall outlet. The energy that passed between us electrified us and we couldn't get enough of one another.
Kissing and kissing and kissing, never have I enjoyed making out with any woman, as much as I enjoyed kissing my cousin, Diane. I don't know why I felt such sexual excitement kissing Diane, but I did. Maybe because incestuous sex was so forbidden. Maybe it was all those years of unrequited love, lust, and passion that made that make out session the most memorable, sexual, and sensual time I ever had. Maybe it was all those sexually frustrating times we watched TV in bed together without touching one another. Maybe it was all those times that I spied on her dressing and undressing. Maybe it was all those times that I masturbated over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. Whatever the reason, I still want her.
No longer so innocent and now knowing what true love is, no doubt, I was in love and have always been in love with Diane. Just as incest is wrong, I know it's fruitless to fall in love with my cousin, but I can't help myself. Excited by the thoughts of her visit, she's all that I think about. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't work. I just think about kissing Diane.
Because she's coming to visit, the excitement that I feel rekindles all those feelings again, as if they were smoldering embers that never fully extinguished. Even now, years later, I sometimes masturbate over our special time together, when we made out in my car. I fear that when I see her again, those embers may combust into an inferno of incestuous lust and desire. I'm afraid, by revealing the feelings of love and lust that I still have for her, I'll make a fool of myself.
When we kissed, I'm embarrassed to admit that I felt her breast through her blouse and bra, and she felt my cock through my pants, but that was as far as we went. Okay, I admit that, when her nipples made an appearance through her blouse and bra, while kissing and kissing her, as if cracking open a safe, I stealthily unbuttoned her blouse and felt her tits through her bra, before lifting up her bra and exposing her magnificent breasts. A sucker, literally and figuratively, for tits, I always wanted to see my cousin's tits and I did. Having perfectly symmetrical and shapely breasts, she had big nipples that were hard and erect.
With her being so drunk that she was unable to fend me off and resist me, this was my only opportunity, my golden opportunity, to see, touch, and feel my cousin's breasts. I even sucked her nipples, while unzipping myself and removing my cock from my jeans, before putting her hand on my erection, and wrapping her fingers around my cock. My cock never felt so good with Diane holding it, fondling it, and slowly stroking it. Even after I was married, I still had thoughts of having sex with Diane.
Knowing she was my cousin, of course, albeit now kissing cousin, and that she was related to me by blood, knowing what we were doing was incestuous, I didn't care. She was so drunk, she didn't know my cock was in her hand and she was stroking me. I remember being so excited watching her staring at my cock. I so wanted to put a hand to the back of her head and push her face in my lap. I so wanted her to suck me. She just held my stiff prick in her hand and fondled the top of my exposed dick with her long, manicured fingers, while I had my way with her C cup breasts.
When I think back, just as I am now, I was such a horny pervert then. Even though I was guiltless then, a pang of guilt made me feel like such a cad later, that is, until I masturbated over all that happened between Diane and I. Not even safe with her best friend, how could I take advantage of my own cousin by kissing her, feeling her up, and putting my cock in her hand, when she was so very drunk? I was such a deviate to do that. If I didn't feel so excited by the thoughts of all that I did, I'd feel remorse and sorrow for doing all that I had done.
Even though we never spoke about what happened that night, when I saw her after that, I wondered if she remembered that we made out and French kissed? Did she know that I saw and felt tits? Did she remember that I sucked her nipples. Did she remember seeing my cock and holding it in her hand, while stroking me? At first I was embarrassed, but the excitement that I felt for my cousin then returned with the lust that I still have for her now.
