Merry Christmas Cuz

This story is pure fiction written to explore sexual fantasies without the moral and ethical constraints of real life. It purposefully ignores real world consequences. In your non-fiction life, you should obviously take suitable precautions and treat people with respect.

All characters are over 18 years old.

CW: This story contains depictions of incest.

If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Constructive feedback is welcome.

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December 1989

Heather moved closer to me on the couch. I could feel the warmth of her through the cashmere sweater she was wearing as she snuggled into the hollow between my right arm and my ribcage. Bon Jovi sang "Backdoor Santa" upstairs where my mom and aunt were preparing snacks in the kitchen and arranging the living room for the Christmas party. On the small screen in front of us, Bruce Willis and Alan Rickman shared a cigarette on an unfinished floor of the Nakatomi building. Soon they would be shooting at each other.

My cousin turned toward me, her breasts pushing into the side of my chest, her legs drawn up under her. I could see the calculation in her face as she took another swig of her beer. Six Miller High Life cans were lined up on the cement floor in front of us. I was extremely aware of the way her soft tits gave way against my body, the sweet smell of vanilla emanating from the nape of her neck. My dick lurched in my jeans as I peeked down the front of her sweater and saw the lace edging of her bra.

"Do you like me, Michael?" she asked, her lower lip pouting slightly, her hand on my knee. I was throbbing now, in time with the hammering of my heart. My hand rested on her back, and I could feel the strap of her bra.

"O..of course," I stammered stupidly, "you're my cousin." She smirked and rolled her eyes.

"No," she replied, pulling her shoulders back and pushing out her chest. "I mean do you like me, like me? Do you think I'm pretty?" Her arms squeezed her breasts together, "Do you think I'm hot?" My breath caught in my throat as I tried to figure out if she was joking. Her red-blonde hair was pulled into two braids that went past her shoulders framing her heart shaped face. Behind her glasses, large green eyes sized me up and a devilish smile crossed her ridiculously glossy pink lips. I cleared my throat.

"Well, you're my cousin, so I never really thought about it, but yeah, I guess you're pretty hot," I said cautiously. She smirked again and leaned forward, her hand now on my upper thigh, her breasts squeezed tight against me, her breath on my neck.

"I see the way you look at me when you think I won't notice." Heather whispered. "I see the way you stare at my big, round breasts, my tight, round ass." I was in a fog of panic and desire. Her breath was so warm, she smelled so good, felt so good against me. I wanted to deny that I had been perving on her, but all I could manage was to make a faint gurgling sound in response. Her hand was now rubbing my crotch through my jeans.

"I notice how hard your cock gets when you look at me, how it's so nice and big and thick. I bet you think about me sometimes when you're stroking that big dick, don't you? You fantasize about how it would feel to have me suck you, to plop it between my tits... to shove it into my pussy." I was too scared to answer, I thought this still might be some kind of trap to get me to admit something she could hold over me. It wouldn't have been the first time.

She slid onto my lap, arms draped around my neck, her beautiful breasts at eye level, her pelvis tight against mine. She looked down and bit her pouty lip, then leaned in and kissed my neck, licked my ear. I moaned in response.

"I think about it sometimes," she whispered again, "like this summer when we were at the beach and you wore those tight swim trunks. I couldn't believe how big you were, and you were hard the whole time looking at all the girls in their bikinis. Yes, I noticed how you ogled us. You were so cute, the way you tried to be discreet, with that boner you popped looking at me, at my mom... at your mom. It made me wet. I had such thoughts about you that night, I fingered myself three times, imagining what you wanted to do with that big cock, imagining that you were jerking it too, that you were cumming while you pictured your cock ramming your cousin." I whimpered as she kissed my lips and placed my hands on her breasts.

"I'm so horny Michael," she started grinding her hips, "I haven't been fucked in a week, Kevin's been busy working. I thought about picking up some random guy at the mall, but this is better. I've been thinking about this for months. It's so dirty to do it this way, with our moms just upstairs." She reached down and deftly unsnapped my pants, reaching into my underwear. "I knew you'd be up for it."

My hands slid up her sweater, pushing the soft knit over her bra. I pulled down the lacey trim and buried my face in her cleavage, mashing her breasts together on my face. They were pale with large pink areole and flinty nipples rising to my touch. I reached behind her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, desperate to expose the objects of so many stroke fantasies.

Of course she was right in her guesses, I had noticed as soon as she began to develop curves, and just became more interested as she grew into them. I had spent many nights, mornings and afternoons speculating about my cousin's body, jacking my cock to the idea of her riding me with her big tits bouncing in my face, or on her hands and knees with me plowing her from behind.

She was stroking me now as I sucked her tits, her small hands sliding up and down my shaft, playing with my balls. She knew her way around a hand job, and I could feel my cum rising. I was afraid that if I came, she would stop and the moment would be over, and I would be embarrassed that I had cum so quick with my own cousin. I didn't exactly trust her not to use something like that to humiliate me later on. But she felt so good I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out.

"Slow down," I panted, "please, I don't want to... to... too soon." She cocked her head quizzically, her grip tightening on my balls.

"Are you there already?" she asked, leaning back to look at me. "Haven't you done this before?" a faint smile on her lips.

"I've done a little bit, mostly fingering and feeling up. Kimberly says I'm too big for anything else." Heather's jaw dropped, then a wicked smile creased her lips as she began stroking me again.

"You're a virgin, Cuz?" she growled. "You have this big, beautiful piece of meat between your legs and your lame-ass girlfriend won't even fuck you? This is even better than I imagined. I'm going to be your first, Michael, the first pussy you fuck. But let's get you a bit more relaxed." She started jacking me faster, dropping the occasional wad of spit on her hand to lubricate.

Her face was just inches from mine, her lips parted, and I could see her pink tongue running over her teeth, which were large and slightly crooked at the front. I leaned forward and we were kissing, her tongue jamming its way into my mouth. My hands roamed over her breasts, down her flanks, down the back of her jeans and into her panties. She growled in my mouth and gyrated her hips as I kneaded the soft globes of her ass. The weight of her in my lap, the way she filled my arms, the hunger in her kisses, was so much better than even my daydreams about her. She was perfect.

"It's gonna be soon," I gasped as Heather pulled and twisted her hand around my shaft. She smiled and slid down to her knees, her eyes, magnified behind the lenses of her glasses, locked on mine. Slowly she lowered her mouth and took my head between her lips. I exploded instantly, wave after wave of semen pulsing into her. She swallowed, still staring into my eyes, not missing a drop.

My head flopped back against the couch as I tried to catch my breath. Stevie Nicks sang Silent Night upstairs. Bruce Willis was strangling a large blond terrorist on the TV. Heather was in my lap again, taking my face in her hands and kissing me hard on the mouth, stealing my breath and leaving the salty taste of my load on my tongue. It didn't bother me, I wanted more of her, I would take anything she gave me.

"I loved your cock in my mouth," she whispered, her hands slipping under my shirt and flicking my nipples. "I'm wet, Michael, my pussy's so wet. Will you take care of me now?" She led me to the front of her jeans, and I palmed her crotch, felt the heat there. "What do you do with Kimberly?" she asked coyly. "Do you rub her pussy for her? Does little Kimmie take your fingers in her cunt?" She opened the button and pulled down the zipper. My hand slipped into her jeans and against her damp underwear as deep as I could manage, wriggling my fingers the way Kimberly liked it. "Mmmm, that's nice," she purred, "but you need to go inside." She stuffed my hand into her panties against her bushy pubic hair, then moved it down until the tips of my fingers glided into her syrupy hole.

Heather was drenched. She grinned lewdly at the squelching sound my fingers made as I dug them into her. Her breath quickened; my third finger pushed into her channel. Heather was snug around my digits, grinding the top of her slit against the knuckle of my thumb. She gently nibbled and licked my neck, running her hands over her nipples, pulling and pinching them with surprising force.

"Tell me about Kimberly's pussy. Is it as nice as mine? She must be so tight if she won't let you fuck her. Is she a virgin too? Have you tasted it? Have you licked your girlfriend's little cunny, Cuz?" She was humping my fingers harder now, rocking back and forth. Compared to Kimberly, Heather's cunt was glorious, wet and velvety, accommodating, hungry. It seemed to actively pull my fingers deeper inside itself.

"She's not a virgin. She told me that she fucked Derrick Radissen at a football game under the bleachers when they were dating. She said all she got from it was grass stains on her skirt and a pregnancy scare. She won't let me go down on her, but she lets me suck her tits and rub her above the panties until she cums. Sometimes she beats me off," I confessed. Heather looked at me with pity in her eyes.

"She won't even let you go down on her? You've never licked her juices, had her cum on your face?" she tsked. Heather took my wrist gently and brought my hand to my mouth. "This is what a woman tastes like, Cuz." She pushed my fingers between my lips. "That's my pussy on your fingers, my sticky wet cunt. Do you like that?" I sucked as hard as I could, desperate to have all of it. "Mmmm, I can see that you like it," she dipped my hand in again and this time brought my fingers to her own lips. Her tongue snaked out and she carefully cleaned each of my digits. "I do too," she purred, staring into my eyes, her tongue flickering up and down.

I wondered what she meant. That she liked the taste of her own juices? The way she fluttered her tongue made me think she was hinting at something more. My speculation was interrupted when Heather lay back on the couch and put her feet on my shoulders. She wriggled back and forth to slip her jeans over her hips, revealing her white panties.

"Help me with these," she ordered, "No, not all the way, just past the knees. I may need to pull them up quickly." Her electric green eyes burned into mine as she slowly pulled her nylon undergarment to one side. In the glow of the TV I could see her puffy lips, bare and slick with a thick patch of pubic hair visible above. She smiled and lifted her legs in the air, pushing her pussy toward me. With one hand she braced her legs under her knees and with the other she crooked her finger, beckoning me.

Time seemed to slow down and speed up simultaneously. The image of my cousin's wet quim filled my vision, freezing everything in place, and suddenly my face was buried in her, my tongue sliding into her, her hand holding my head tight against her crotch, my fingers spreading her lips, her juice drooling down my chin. She pulled her legs further back and guided me up to the nub perched at the apex of her slit. I yanked her panties, stretching them out of shape and sucked her gristly button while jamming three fingers into her. Heather bucked against me, and I could hear her stifled moans under our combined panting. She pulled a throw pillow over her face and screamed, spurting into my face and drenching my hand.

I sat up as my cousin quivered on the couch, her legs draped over my knees, her breasts jiggling as she tried to catch her breath. Watching her gulp air, I ran my left hand over her plump nipples and raised my right to my mouth, carefully cleaning her juices off each finger. I moved down and took her right tit in my mouth, my aching hardness pressed against the backs of her knees.

After a minute of moving from one supple mound to the other, she raised her head and pulled me close to her. Our mouths met and her tongue ran over my lips and around my mouth, lapping up the sticky residue coating my face. She reached down and I could hear ripping fabric. Her grin widened as she brought up the remains of her panties and mashed them against my nose, before kicking her jeans off her left foot and swinging her leg over my lap. Her hand reached down again, this time grasping my shaft and pulling it into position. She slid herself back and forth against me, then lowered her pelvis until I was pushing inside her.

"Oooh, it's big," she grunted, her lips pulling me in deeper. "So full, you're stretching me out." She drew in a shuddering breath, and I could feel her slickness resting on my balls. I'd never dreamt it would feel so good, tight and warm and rippling, engulfing me completely in her moist folds. I was as still as possible, trying to hold out as long as I could inside my cousin's gripping twat. Our eyes met again, and she started to hump slowly up and down on me.

She chewed her lower lip, her nipples grazing my face as her breasts swung in time with her rocking hips. I was kissing the underside of her tits, her ribs, her soft belly, inhaling her, tasting her, feeling her thighs and ass cheeks in my roaming hands, willing myself not to cum too soon. Even though I had blown not even ten minutes before, I knew the slightest increase in pace would send me over the edge. Heather seemed to sense this, keeping her rhythm slow and deliberate, concentrating on keeping me as deep in her as possible while rubbing herself.

"I can't believe Kimmy hasn't taken you yet, I can't believe she would deny herself this fucking sweet cock," she panted, almost imperceptibly grinding herself a bit harder on me. "Let me know, Cuz, when you're gonna blow. Let me knoooohhh...!" her eyes glazed over, and a stupid grin spread across her face. She clamped down hard on my prick and it felt like she was milking me.

"Now Heather! It's happening now," I moaned and started to spasm. She hopped off as the first volley burst forth. I heard a splat and felt something warm and wet hit my neck. The next one shot straight into the air as Heather pulled me to her mouth, then I was in her again and she was swallowing me, bobbing in my lap, stroking and pulling my balls as I flooded her mouth with jism. She sucked me through the whole thing, swallowing what felt like gallons of cum as I bucked and thrashed on the couch, completely out of control. I was gasping for breath when the basement window was suddenly lit up, blinding me as a car pulled into the driveway.

"Oh shit!" Heather gasped, dropping to the floor and rolling toward the wall out of the spotlight. She was giggling crazily, trying to pull her jeans back over her ample hips while lying on the floor. Her sweater was pulled back into place as she reached for one of the cans of beer on the floor, cracking it and chugging it back in one smooth motion. She looked at me like I was an imbecile and whispered harshly "Put your dick away you fucking idiot, they'll be calling us any second!"

I stared at her blankly then suddenly remembered that Heather's mom and dad, not to mention my own mom were upstairs waiting for a Christmas party to begin and guests were starting to arrive. She shook her head in disbelief and was lighting a joint as I struggled to tuck my still stiff cock back in my jeans.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed, trying to pull my zipper shut over my stubborn bulge.

"It reeks like sex down here, I'm covering our tracks," she spit back, taking a huge toke then pouring half her beer on the floor. The basement door opened, and my Aunt Nicole called down.

"Heather, people are arriving, you should come up... what's that smell?" I could hear her heels clicking sharply on the basement steps. Heather's bra was on the floor in front of me and I grabbed it and tucked it under the couch cushion. Heather was making a show of mopping up the spilled beer with the joint still in her hand. My Aunt rounded the couch and looked at me, then her daughter, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Give me that," she demanded, holding her hand out to Heather. Her daughter sheepishly handed her the joint, which she took gingerly then brought to her mouth, taking a deep toke, and letting the smoke slowly curl out between her full red lips.

"I can't believe you two are down here Bogarting the fucking weed. I don't know how I'm expected to get through this party without being high." She closed her eyes and took another toke.

That is when I spotted Heather's panties wadded up in the corner of the couch. In a panic I slid down the seat until I was next to Aunt Nicole and on top of my cousin's undergarments. Casually, I tucked the package into my pocket and held out my hand to take the joint. My Aunt looked at me with hooded eyes then passed it over and I took a hit. Heather joined us and we passed it around for about five minutes until my mom called down. We all giggled and started to climb the stairs to join the party.

Heather looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her ass, grinning mischievously. She stopped short and cupped my crotch. Her tongue ran over her teeth, and she shook her hips again.

"Merry Christmas, Cuz," she whispered huskily.

I felt myself harden again and wondered how I would make it through the party. Then I shook my head and grinned stupidly. My hot cousin had taken my virginity, and I could still taste her juicy pussy on my lips. Madonna sang "Santa Baby" in the living room. It was shaping up to be a great holiday season.