They were really more like siblings than cousins, probably because their parents (his mother and her father), had been so close when they grew up in a semi-dysfunctional family. Their parents had been the primary support for each other throughout their adolescence and early adulthood. They got married within a few months of each other and had their first children in the same year. They lived in the same housing complex and spent most of their time as an extended family group, so it was natural that their kids played together as infants and toddlers.
As they grew into their childhood, they were constant companions in all the neighborhood kid stuff. She was a bit of a Tomboy and rivaled his skill in stickball and tree climbing. She was accepted in the hood as one of the gang and her being a girl didn't mean much at the time. When she started to develop an interest in boys, she asked him to help her practice kissing, but that was too weird for him. He was more into baseball and playing war games while she pursued girl stuff, but they still spent lots of time together.
They were both popular in high school, although he was kind of shy with the girls and she was careful about protecting her reputation. He was a handsome lad with jet black hair, bright blue eyes, and an athlete's body. He dated a few times but never had a serious girlfriend. Her pretty model's face was topped by a luxurious growth of honey blonde hair and punctuated by a set of large golden-brown eyes. Her body developed gradually through her teens and eventually filled out until she almost qualified as "stacked." She went out with three different guys but none of them got past second base. He told her about the way the guys in the locker room talked about making it with Margo Madison and Kerri Anne Collins, and she was determined to maintain her virtue and not become a topic of gossip. They had lots of the same classes and often studied together but they both developed their own interests - his being sports and hers movies and the drama club. She went to his games, and he went to her plays, and they hung out with the same crowd on the weekends. They double dated to the prom and there was a lot of making out and feeling up in the limo, but nobody got laid and they both graduated as virgins.
At the end of their high school years his dad got an offer he couldn't refuse and took a new job in Seattle, so they moved to the opposite corner of the country. The parents stayed in touch and the cousins talked once in a while, but the communication became sporadic as they attended their respective state universities and pursued their own interests. When she got a grant to spend her junior year abroad and he got a spot on the varsity soccer team, they went off in different directions and sort of lost touch.
It was spring break in their senior year in university when his parents accepted an invitation to visit hers in Florida to see their new house in the suburbs. It was a warm reunion for all, and the cousins got over an initial shyness and soon fell into the comfortable almost-siblings thing. They stayed up late, catching up on what they had been doing in their separate worlds and sharing details of their personal development. Their parents had done a couple rounds of cocktails and left the mixings out when they retired, so the cousins treated themselves to a few shots of the good stuff. She got loosened up close to midnight and revealed that she had become 'sexually active' in Paris. He was a charming French guy, and she thought she was in love. He turned out to be shallow and selfish and it didn't last, but he introduced her to recreational sex. She had dated a couple others after that and enjoyed the physical connections, but it was all casual with no serious emotional ties. He in turn told her about the girl he had dated who serviced him with her hand and mouth but never went "all the way." He did, however, have an intense interlude with a 30-something divorcee who came to house sit for a neighbor. He did yardwork for them in the summer and continued while they were on vacation. She liked how he looked with his shirt off and invited him in and ended up giving him a month of what he called "an advanced course in intercourse." They had a good laugh and toasted their having achieved full adulthood and called it a night.
Breakfast the next morning was waffles and fruit, with lots of coffee. The dads planned to play golf, and the moms were interested in hitting the outlet malls for some serious shopping. He declared an intention to go no further than their swimming pool, and she offered to stay and keep him company. Those details settled, the families dispersed, and they all went on their various ways.
He grabbed some sun block and a book, stripped down to his baggy swim trunks and stretched out on a poolside lounge chair. He dabbed cream on his nose and shoulders and was about three pages into a mystery novel when she stepped through the privacy gate, her hair tied up and her body wrapped in a large beach towel.
"Good morning again," she said and dropped the towel on the lounge chair next to his.
He said, "Good morn... Wow!"
She wore a skimpy white bikini that made a lovely contrast with the glowing bronze of her tanned skin, but it was the body that stunned him. She looked like a Victoria's Secret model. She had always had nice long legs, toned abs, and a nicely rounded "black girl" butt, but the chest was something new.
"Where did you get those boobs?"
"They just happened. Maybe it was that rich French cuisine. Nice, though, eh? I think they're a D cup now. Wanna see em?"
"Well.., yeah!"
She reached behind her back and pulled the string tie like a ripcord and her top fell to the floor, closely followed by his jaw. Her breasts sprang free; big firm globes with untanned white triangles mimicking the shape of her bikini top, and pert brown nipples sticking out of silver dollar-sized discs like caramel toppings on mounds of vanilla ice cream.
They were gorgeous and he was stunned. He just stared.., transfixed, speechless.
"Wanna touch em?" she asked.
"Well.., yeah!"
"OK," she said. "You just gotta catch me first!" and then squealed like a teenager, took three quick steps and dove into the pool.
He dropped his book and gave chase, feeling like a kid back on the block, except different. He dove in after her and stroked across the pool, almost catching her as she climbed the ladder on the far side. She danced along the deck, shaking her tits and taunting him like she used to do when they played tag back on the block. He grabbed at her ankle and missed as she dived over his head and swam to the other side, up the ladder and onto the deck again to renew the taunting dance just out of his reach. He lay idle in the water, playing possum until she got careless and jumped back in. Then he swam underwater and caught up before she made the ladder. He came up from below and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into him and holding her tight. She struggled briefly and then relaxed.
"I yield" she said at last, reviving the signal of surrender from their youthful games.
He held her body tight against his, her butt pressed to his loins, her back against his chest saying "Now I get to count coup..." He raised his hands to capture her breasts, and she arched her back as her nipples hardened into his palms. All of a sudden, the game was over. They were not cousins, but two healthy young people with raging hormones. He felt a stirring in his groin, and she put her hands over his, helping him massage her tits.
She sighed contentedly and leaned back into him. "Do you remember when I asked you to help me practice kissing when we were kids?"
"Yeah... As I recall it was pretty awkward."
She turned to face him, pressing her breasts against his chest, saying. "Do you need any more lessons?" She put her hands on the sides of his head and drew his face down to hers. It was a firm kiss that got hotter as she opened her mouth and probed his with her tongue. He responded in kind, and they locked faces, kissing passionately, like lovers.
He drew back and said, "I know about kissing cousins, but I don't think we're supposed to be doing it this way..."
"And I probably shouldn't do this either," she said as she slipped her hand inside his baggy trumps and squeezed his swelling cock.
"Or this," he said, sliding his hands under her bikini, gripping the firm flesh of her ass.
"And you definitely shouldn't take them off, but then again, if you don't, you'll never get to see my pussy..." So he pulled the string ties at her hips and the bottoms fell away.
He pressed her naked body up against the side of the pool, then gripped her around the waist, bounced her a couple of times, and lifted her up onto the deck, standing with his shoulders between her knees. Her pussy was a neat seam, topped by a golden thatch, like a clam with a wig. Water drops gleamed like jewels in the tangle of her pubes. She opened her legs wider, exposing the pink gleaming inner lips of her vagina. "You can lick me if you want," she said.
He leaned into her crotch and ran his lounge the length of her slit. Her vulva was smooth, the lips slick and firm, like canned peaches. He nibbled her labia and drove his tongue deep into her vagina. She sighed contentedly and gripped her tits as she lay back on the deck. He licked and sucked at her cleft, his hands under her hips to pull her to him. She reached down and took tufts of hair in her fingers, pulling her pussy open and drawing her clit up from its fleshy turtleneck. The tip stood out, a pink dome atop the swollen shaft, like a miniature penis. He reached for it with his tongue, flicked it several times, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked it like a nipple. She writhed and sighed and raised her hips, pushing herself against his mouth.
"Oh yeah!" she panted, "Do that... Oh God yes! Lick me, suck me! More.., please.., don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" She grabbed his head and pulled him tight against her as he sucked and flicked her clit. She arched her back, cried out, and spasmed as her climax hit like a tidal wave. Her ejaculate mixed with the taste of chlorine as he avidly lapped the liquid from her crotch, relishing the flavor and delighting in the act he had learned to love. He had a raging boner but was satisfied at seeing her so thoroughly pleasured. She lay panting for a while and finally regaining her composure said: "OK, your turn. Get up here."
He boosted himself onto the deck, his baggy swim trunks tented over a throbbing erection. She pulled his trunks down to his thighs and gently gripped him. She gave it a squeeze and a droplet of pre-cum welled up like a tear from the eye of his penis. She rubbed it around over the crown and leaned in to lick it up.
"Don't finish in my mouth," she said. "I want to see you cum." She wrapped her lips around his shaft and stared sucking.
"OK.., OK," he gasped, "But get ready. It won't take long... "
She bobbed her head a few times, then went down on it till she gagged. "How am I doing?"
"Great!" he said, "Keep going, it's great..."
She upped the tempo, alternating between bobbing on the shaft and sucking the head, then taking it deep in her throat. He was nearly delirious, watching her honey blonde hair cascading over his crotch as she sucked him off. And before long he felt the surge.
"Oh God! Get ready, I'm going to cum!"
