After
Mary moaned beneath me on her bed. I watched her breasts swaying back and forth as I thrust into her. The covers were shoved to the floor of her room, save for one corner of the sheet that was caught on my heel. I was keenly aware of our surroundings - all the collection of items she'd brought together to make this her personal, intimate space. Cross-country trophies. Her laptop and study materials. A picture of her robotics team and another of her and her friends at the pool. And still, lingering like something left from her younger days, a couple of small stuffed bears. One regarded me from a shelf nearby. The other had become trapped face-down between the bed and the wall. Every thrust of our bodies caused it to slide an inch further down toward the floor.
The room of an eighteen-year-old girl. The same one currently hunching back into my every stroke as the morning light streamed in her bedroom windows. The kind of intimidating beauty I could never have approached ten years ago when I was eighteen. This smart, funny, and sexy young woman who was currently making me feel better than I ever thought I could. My cousin - Mary.
"This is the best visit ever," she said. Her arms were wrapped around the back of my neck and her legs were spread out in a welcoming arc. I watched from the side of my vision as her heels slid back and forth on the bottom sheet with every thrust. I wanted to commit every part of this to memory - to have it burned there forever. The sheet was light blue, like the walls of the room. Wall Bear was white. He was stuck now.
I dropped my mouth to hers. Her tongue slid in and darted excitedly around mine as we kissed. Her hard nipples were moving against my chest now - tickling and teasing me. I kissed back harder and she moaned a word into my mouth that I couldn't make out but the meaning was clear as day: "More."
Kicking my foot free of the last of the sheets, I drew my knees up under me and lined up to slide my cock back into her slick folds. Then I was inside again and deeper this time. I braced my hands on either side of her shoulders and leaned in. I started going faster, fucking her with a determined focus. It wouldn't be long now.
She squealed encouragement to me and grabbed the bars of the headboard for support. Those cross-country legs lifted up higher and higher - dragging her heels over my calves, then my thighs, then over my ass until they met in the small of my back and crossed each other. She gripped me this way, tilting her hips for maximum penetration on each thrust.
"Damn, cousin - that feels fantastic," she purred. "Keep fucking me just like that." The headboard started to knock on the wall as we pounded out a rhythm together. I felt my balls start to clench and I tried to hold off my climax as long as possible. I didn't want this to ever end. The bed shook, the wet slapping sounds of my thrusts echoed, Wall Bear lost his struggle and disappeared, and the headboard kept knocking and knocking ...
Before
The knocking continued for several seconds as my aunt Carol called out her daughter's name. "Mary, wake up. I'm not going to stand out here knocking on your door all morning."
"Really?" came Mary's sleepy voice from the other side of the door. "Because it seems like that's exactly what you're doing, mom."
"Get up, it's time for church."
"I'm not going to church, mom."
"Everyone else is going. Your aunt and uncle don't visit that often, you know. We should spend time together."
"The hardest of passes."
Carol looked at me for help. She was a tiny spitfire of a woman who was used to getting her way, but apparently teenage daughters were immune to her power. I shrugged and made to head back downstairs with the back pillow my mom had asked me to get from her bag. Trying one last tack, Carol said to the door, "You could stand to spend more time with Jesus, too."
"Jesus and I are fine, mom. He's cool with it."
Carol seemed to regard this as a minor victory. "Yes, he is cool - that's right." She waved her hand dismissively. "Fine, you're eighteen and you can make your own decisions. I don't care what you do."
"Seems like you do," said Mary, as she opened the door. Her hair was tangled and clinging to her face. She was wearing a long sleeping shirt. At first glance, she didn't appear to have anything else on, but as she lifted her arm to wipe the hair from her eyes I caught a glimpse of some kind of smooth-looking shorts under it. It looked like they'd barely cover her butt cheeks from the back.
Then she noticed me and her eyes went wide. She stared at me a moment over her mom's head - then she blushed and shut the door behind her as she turned away into her room. I had one brief glimpse of her backside. Yup - barely covered.
As I made my way down the stairs and back to the kitchen, I felt both excited and guilty at the same time. I was still getting used to seeing my cousin Mary as a beautiful young woman. It had been six years since my last visit to my relatives here in Wichita. Back then Mary had been a slightly awkward kid with a fun sense of humor and an interest in the same nerdy things as me. We got along great, and seeing her again was something I'd been looking forward to. But now that kid was wrapped in a body that was affecting me far differently.
When we'd arrived the night before, she'd met me in the doorway and launched into me with an enthusiastic hug. She obviously hadn't had a bra on at the time, and I turned into a stammering mess. Before dinner, we'd sat together on the couch in the basement talking about her last year of high school, my job in Chicago, and shows and movies we'd enjoyed that year. But the tension kept growing. There was no way she could have missed my furtive glances at her chest or legs or the way the curves of her body were highlighted by her shorts and t-shirt. Our usual banter just ran down until we awkwardly watched some TV together in silence and waited for dinner. After dinner, we'd exchanged barely a dozen words before she went up to her room for the night.
And now I'd seen her in her half-undressed. I resolved that I was going to find a way to get back to our friendship today. She was no doubt disgusted with my behavior - and why wouldn't she be? I was twenty-eight years old, for crying out loud. I needed to act like a responsible adult. Plus, I missed my funny, nerdy, creative cousin Mary.
My parents were seated at the kitchen table having breakfast with my uncle. I gave mom the little back pillow and she thanked me and positioned it behind her in the chair. Mom was in her mid-fifties and a long career as an RN was starting to give her a host of aches and pains. Some people don't think of nursing as a physically demanding job, but when you spend all day lifting and moving people around you put a hell of a strain on your back.
I dropped back into my chair and forked the last pancake off the platter. I'd had two already, but I was stressed. Plus, aunt Carol made the best pancakes.
"Well, she's not coming," said Carol as she joined us. "I tried my best, but that girl will not be moved. Do we need more pancakes? I've got four more on but there's plenty more batter. Rudy, how about it?"
"Well if you've got everything set up I suppose I could handle a couple more," answered my dad. He filled the bay window side of the kitchen table. At 6'3" with broad shoulders and a full beard, he made most tables look like kid tables. He was already working his way through a small stack of those pancakes and a pile of bacon. Uncle Ryan sat next to him, eating just a bowl of granola and some fruit. He was half a head shorter than dad and thin like a rope. They looked like a bear and a fox having breakfast together.
Mom took a sip of her coffee and said, "When does the service start, Carol?"
