More Than Issing Cousins

The following story is strictly a work of fiction, but that said no character is under the age of 18 nor is there any form of abuse. Any likeness of any character herein to any living person is purely coincidental.

In the previous story, More Than Kissing Cousins, Jason got reacquainted with his cousin, Denise, after a 10 year hiatus when their families got together for a reunion. Both were 18 and had matured into young adults, but an afternoon having the neighbor's pool to themselves led to a very enjoyable time of mutual exploring. It might be better, however, if we let Jason tell this.

The family get together was winding down where there was good conversation, renewed friendships, and excellent food and drink, but especially the BBQ. Denise and I had had the opportunity to really get to know one another and were a bit bummed out over her soon to be parting company. Well almost, because that is where this story now gets to continue.

Denise's parents had planned to travel from the reunion in upstate New York to visit elderly family near New Haven, namely Aunt Gladys and Uncle Ralph. Denise was clearly underwhelmed at the prospect given that they were far from being her favorite relatives. At the last minute Denise's mom offered a suggestion, namely that Denise could stay with my parents for the couple of days and would not have to make the trip to Connecticut. Needless to say, Denise jumped at the chance to hang out with me.

The following morning Denise's parents dropped Denise off at our house and soon thereafter got back on the road heading towards Connecticut. The idea ran through both Denise's and my minds that this was going to be a great three days.

For openers Denise said, "So what do we want to do today?" While the question sounded innocent enough there was the faintest naughty smile that I easily picked up on leaving any potential answer literally up to my spur of the moment creativity.

"Want to go canoeing and then maybe a swim up at the lake? The county has a great park and I've been there lots of times."

"Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun. Let me go change quickly and we can make a day of it," she enthusiastically responded.

My mom made us a couple of sandwiches and packed several cans of Coke while I went to the garage and loaded the canoe onto the roof of mom's Subaru. When I returned to the kitchen Denise had already changed wearing cutoff jeans over a red one-piece swimsuit and was telling mom about her college plans.

"Do we have everything?" asked Denise.

"I think so. Canoe, lunch, blanket, towels. Got them all. Do you have your sunscreen?" I asked.

"Oh, no. I left it in daddy's car. We'll have to stop and get more."

"No, problem. There is a pharmacy on the way," I replied realizing that there was something even more important than that sunscreen, a thought that brought a faint devilish look to my face that fortunately my mom did not see, but Denise certainly got the idea.

We bid goodbye to my mom and headed for the car. Not ten minutes later we arrived at a strip mall and went into the pharmacy but headed in different directions. Denise found her preferred brand of sunscreen and I found the condoms. Remembering how tight Denise's pussy was I decided that the lubricated type with a reservoir tip might be the best choice.

When we got back in the car we both knew that we had everything that we needed for a memorable day. As we headed toward the county park we noted that the weather was cooperating offering a warm clear day with low humidity.

"What do you want to do first?" asked Denise posing a question that elicited a naughty smirk from me that she elected to ignore for the moment, but admitted she was having the same thoughts and could feel the onset of the all-too-familiar dampness "down there."

"Why don't we do a nice paddle before the lake gets too busy and crazy. Then we can go for a swim. By then it will be lunchtime," I replied pulling into a parking place not far from the boat ramp. We got out of the car, unloaded the canoe from the roof, and walked it over to the shoreline. After putting on a life jacket each of us took a paddle, moved the canoe into shallow water, got in, and were off. A gentle breeze moved across the lake from west to east as Denise and I perfected our paddling and soon found ourselves on the opposite shore. One thing nice about canoeing and kayaking is how unbelievably quiet it is and we were able to keep up a constant low conversation.

A little over an hour later we found themselves back at the boat ramp, but now it was time for a swim. Denise shed her cutoffs and I got rid of the tee shirt. We swam to the raft that was 100 yards from shore, took a short breather and headed back. Now it was nearly time for lunch so after drying off and sitting on the beach long enough for our swimsuits to also dry, it was time to retrieve lunch from the car. I had been to this lake many times over the years and suggested a remote outcropping on the far side.

A short hike later we arrived at my selected spot that was nearly 20 feet above the lake. It was obscured from being seen from the opposite shore, but also separated from the hiking trail by a stand of pine trees. Certainly, nobody would happen upon us from either direction and Denise soon had the blanket spread out where we would immediately get the warmth of the midday sun, but would enjoy some shade within a short time thereby avoiding the heat of early afternoon. By now we both were hungry and the pulled pork sandwiches and container of leftover coleslaw from the family gathering the previous day was the perfect repast. I reapplied some sunscreen and then laid down on the blanket to take a short siesta. Denise did likewise and we both allowed our lunch to digest, and our muscles recover from the earlier canoeing and swimming workouts.

Perhaps an hour later I was awakened by Denise twirling the hair on my chest. A broad smile of delight encouraged her to lean over and suckle my right nipple, a response that caused Denise to giggle with delight. I pulled her closer and we kissed, maybe demurely at first but it lingered long enough to become passionate with mutual use of tongues.

"That was a nice thing to wake up to," I said.

"I thought you'd like that," she replied with a broad smile. "What do you think you want to do next?"

"Gee, I don't know," I said working the left strap to her swimsuit off her shoulder and exposing her boob.

"You don't know? You have to be kidding me!" she exclaimed.

"No, I don't. What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I'm here in a beautiful, secluded spot with my hunk of a cousin who only yesterday proved that he knows how to make a girl happy," she replied working the right strap off her swimsuit to expose the other boob. I just loved playing with Denise's boobs and after fondling them began suckling but making certain to nibble at each nipple.

Suddenly, Denise said "Wait I have a better idea and pulled a beach coverup out of her bag. After putting it on she then peeled off her swimsuit. The loose fitting coverup might have kept her from being totally naked, but it was loose enough that it offered me ready access to every part of her body without any possible interference.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed resuming my attention to Denise's boobs, her nipples now fully erect. Moreover, upon close examination the coverup might be somewhat protective, but was sheer enough that nothing much was left to the imagination.

"Since we really do have all the time in the world and little fear of being discovered up here you can eat my pussy since you enjoyed it enough yesterday," she teased spreading her legs invitingly.

Needing no further invitation I once again buried my face in her snatch, her feminine juices already visible and the distinctive and enticing odor of an excited woman permeating the air. Starting with licking her slit its entire length I ended with teasing her clitoris with my tongue and then gently sucking on it. All of which was nearly enough to make Denise have an orgasm without any further foreplay whatsoever.

Now, nearly breathless, Denise wanted only one thing and that was the insertion of my cock. Unlike the previous day's events when she told me under no uncertain circumstances that I was to ejaculate in her, she knew that this time we had the benefit of using a condom. I took off my swimsuit and then wasted no time opening the box of condoms, tearing off a foil pack, and opening it. I was just about ready to roll it down over my shaft when Denise had another idea.

"Wait," she began, "I want to do that." She took the rolled rubber, placed it over the tip of my cock and adeptly unrolled it its full length, an action that was so skillfully executed that I had to wonder where and for that matter with whom she had learned to do it. In the heat of passion, however, I had other things to focus my attention on, namely entering Denise's pussy.

"Oh, Jason! Put it in. Oh, please put it in," she begged. Only happy to oblige, I introduced the lubricated tip of my now latex encased member and proceeded to slip it in for its entire length. In return Denise purred with delight.

"I might not like lions and tigers, but a little pussy is fine with me," I joked as I withdrew halfway and then returned to full depth.

"Mmmm, Mmmm, oh that feels sooo great. I'm sure glad I'm here with you doing this rather than being in the car on my way to Connecticut."

"Yeah, I'm sort of happy about that myself," I said increasing the in and out motion and beginning to think that an ejaculation might not be that far in the future. Still, I was intent to hold back on those final long thrusts that would cause me to climax.

"Jason, I think I'm getting ready to cum again but don't want to rush things."

"That's OK because there will be more cum where that is coming from. Besides I bought a dozen rubbers earlier."

"Then don't wait go ahead and cum. Just fill the rubber with all that you've got. Now hurry! Oh, oh, yes, yes. Please fill me!" exclaimed Denise as she came. Her timing was good as just then I began cumming, too, as spasm after spasm deposited ever more cum into the reservoir end of the condom with Denise able to sense every fraction of an ounce and reveling in the experience.

After that performance I collapsed onto Denise's chest but unwilling to let me withdraw she wrapped her legs around me to hold me in place. After some minutes she could sense my manhood shrinking and she released me from her firm grasp. I withdrew from her and she was particularly interested to see how much semen was in the rubber--let's just say that she was amazed at the prodigious quantity.

"Wow, that could have all been inside of me. When my prom date popped my cherry we didn't use protection, but I swore that I would never do that again. Still, everyone remembers their first time, but their first time is not always their best time. Right now I have to say that this was the best fucking I've ever had. When do you want to do it again?"

"Let's give it a few minutes," I said as I slipped the rubber off and tied a knot in the open end.

"Let me see that," commented Denise as she reached for the latex vessel holding an appreciable quantity of semen and then holding it up to study. "And all of that could have still been inside me!" she repeated.

"Yup, but probably now also starting to get messy and leak out of you."

"So long as we are on the subject maybe it is time to put on a fresh one because I'm getting horny again. Besides using one of these you can cum all you want!" she giggled again lying back and spreading her legs exposing her glistening pussy.

I wasted no time in donning a fresh rubber but didn't enter her until I had fingered Denise and then licked my fingers approvingly to taste that delicious lubricant that her pussy continued to discharge. "Yummy!" I exclaimed.

"Don't keep me waiting. Just put it in already," she said somewhat impatiently. I complied and soon had not only reintroduced his member into her waiting pussy but had started pumping away.

"Oh, that feels great. I just love it, but do you think that you will be as productive as that first fucking was?"

"Probably not, but there is only one way to find out," I said as I continued to thrust in and out. It was not that long that I began ejaculating again and judging from the smile on Denise's face she was enjoying the feeling as each spurt deposit yet more cum into the rubber.

"Mmmm. That was good, too, but I am sure that it was as much as the first time."

"I think you're right, but no complaints from me."

"From me neither, but now let's find out," she said. I once again withdrew and upon doing so peeled off the rubber. Sure enough it held less than the first time.

After several hours of intimate fun we decided it was time to head home. We packed up the blanket, towels, and the remnant of lunch, but were certain to add the used rubbers to the trash items that would be disposed of at the park. After retrieving and loading the canoe back onto the roof of the car we made their way through the late afternoon traffic and finally pulled into the driveway. It was only then that we simultaneously came to the conclusion that we had only two more whole days together before Denise's parents would return from Connecticut and then the next day the family would set off for home.

That next morning the weather was anything but inviting as overcast skies brought a soaking drizzle. Just as I came into the kitchen mom was getting ready to head off to work. "Since I'll have the car today what are you and Denise thinking of doing? The weather is supposed to clear by noon so maybe an afternoon at Hanrahan's pool would be an option."

I had no sooner told mom that hers was a good idea when Denise came into the kitchen. She and I began to talk about the day's potential activities when mom said, "Whatever you do, have a good time, but I have to leave or I'll be late."

I looked at Denise and said with a bit of a smirk, "So what do you want to do today?"

A frown came to her face when she said, "I don't think we can repeat what we were doing yesterday. Can you believe that I just got my period earlier this morning? Sorry, but I have no control over that," she explained with more than a little bit of a somber mood.

To be continued.