With each conversation, the anticipation grew. I knew what would happen, and I was ready for it. I needed it, even.
The conversations began rather innocent. There were always other people around. A few glasses of wine and the conversations went from vague descriptions to vivid sexual content, yet it was still only borderline taboo. Our family has a way of being open when it comes to sexuality, so even though I went home with wet panties, nothing had crossed the line.
I remember being younger, thinking that my older cousin was the epitome of masculinity. He had a gentleman’s nature, but he was tall, strong, and he had just the right amount of hair on his body. I couldn’t gaze too long into his deep dark eyes for fear of drowning.
Over the years as I got to know him, my respect and desire for him grew. A deep, dark secret fantasy that I kept completely to myself.
One birthday, I went out with a few friends and I ran into my cousin. The bar was close to home, so since I was walking that night, I got nice and tipsy in typical birthday celebratory fashion. I spent the majority of the evening by my cousin’s side, and though I barely remember the conversation, I know it got a little dirty. To top off the evening, I nibbled on my cousin’s neck before I left for the evening.
The next day I felt embarrassed looking back: that was my cousin. But I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, and the flush I felt sweep over me was not only from feeling silly.
Some time had passed, and I started chatting in instant message with my cousin. Finally he broke the ice and told me how badly he wanted me. I still get wet remembering how we talked about all of the dirty things we would do to each other.
The more we talked, the more the anticipation grew. I wanted him bad. I came for him in a video and sent it to him. He sent me a video of himself cumming to my video. I remember cumming over and over again to the thought of tasting all that cum pouring out of the tip of his cock. And his cock was perfect. Throbbing and juicy, wide and long. I wanted to feel it slide deep inside of me.
We agreed to find a time to meet up and have a few drinks. We were planning on taking it slow. I was nervous, and I know he was not. He seemed confident through all of it. He told me he wanted me more than any woman. It was driving us both mad and we knew we were going to savor every moment of it.
Ryan came to pick me up from my house and we decided to take a few drinks down to the beach. It was getting dark out as we drove across town. The car ride was filled with nervous conversation and gentle touches.
We parked down on a quiet beach and got out. He grabbed me in his arms and spun me around, then he leaned his face down into mine and our lips met for the first time. We stood there for a few minutes kissing and letting our hands discover each other’s bodies. I slid my hands across his hard chest as he found the curve along the edge of my ass. I felt his hard cock against my stomach as we stood next to his car, learning each other’s mouths.
After a short bit, we walked down onto the sand. We laid back sipping wine coolers and talked about everything. I pressed into his arm as we sat side by side.