It seems like it started three years ago at my uncle's funeral, although the seeds were actually sewn almost thirty years prior. I had become re-acquainted with Uncle Ted's five daughters, whom I hadn't seen since the early eighties. At the funeral we all agreed to get together every few years, a family reunion of sorts. We all camped, some of us more elaborately than others, so it seemed natural to meet at a campground for our first get-together.
The girls ranged in age from five years my senior to almost ten years younger than me. While it was nice catching up on old times with all of them, I found myself strangely attracted to Shelly, the youngest of the girls, and spent more time with her. We talked, joked, laughed and flirted until she asked me if I wanted to see the fifth wheel that she, her husband, and two girls had driven to the campground. I graciously accepted, joking that I would then give her a tour of my pop-up later.
She opened the door, stepped in, looked around quickly and held the door for me. I wasn't clear of the door for five seconds before she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck and laid a wet kiss on me. My natural reaction to a kiss is to return the favor and found my tongue in her mouth before I realized what I was doing and with whom. Breaking off the kiss I started to speak. She put a finger to my lips and said, "I've been waiting to do that since I first saw you at fifteen. I was instantly attracted to you. You were sooo mature, and you didn't totally blow me off, even if I was just a kid."
I smiled and said, "I'm flattered that you remembered! If you hadn't been so young, I might have taken things further then. But what about your husband?"
"Ronnie? He's passed out, drunk, up at the picnic pavilion. I hadn't planned on telling him, had you?"
"Well, no, I guess not." I replied, just before she jumped up into my arms again, her tongue sliding all around my teeth and tongue. She had timed it just right, my hands were in front of me and were trapped between us, mashing her small, bra-less breasts against my palms as her legs wound around my waist.
"God! You make me horny!" she panted, breaking the kiss, grinding her hips against my hardening manhood. Suspended by one arm, she pulled up her shirt, allowing my hands to touch her soft skin, topped by pebble hard nipples. My cock twitched. "And I think I make you horny, too!" she said, smiling at me as she continued to hump at the lump in my shorts. "Fuck me!"
"But, but, your married." I stammered "And we're cousins!" I was totally confused! Part of me wanted, desperately to get inside her, and part of me knew it was wrong.
Seeing my confusion, she gently whispered, "Ronnie and I haven't had sex in several years, and I'm aching to feel a cock induced orgasm." She continued to roll her hips against me. "Won't you please fulfill this poor little girl's fantasy?" she added with a coquettish grin.
Her nipples were burning holes in my palms and the heat of her pussy radiated into my pants. She began licking my ears. "Please?" she whispered.
