I am writing this story because I am obsessed with my cousin. She used to write about us and publish them on the web. Unfortunately, these stories were merely her fantasy and did not reflect what really happened between us. I am going to set the record straight. Julie portrayed herself as a cute, sweet innocent girl. Well she was cute and sweet, but far from innocent. In this story, I will attempt to tell the true story from both my perspective and Julie's, not how she would tell it, but according to what really happened. I do this with the hope that she will read it and rekindle our relationship. It has been thirteen years since we explored each other during the hot summer nights of 1998.
Before I turn the story over to her, allow me to introduce her. When Julie was a baby, her parents were killed in a horrible accident; she was only a year old. Shortly thereafter, she came to live with us. I don't remember that because I was two. We treated each other as brother and sister until after my first year of college. In fact, most of our friends thought we were siblings.
I would describe Julie in one word: passionate. When she decides to do something, she jumps in with her entire being. Nothing she does is half-assed; it is all or nothing. Julie is an athletic girl with shoulder length sun streaked dark blonde hair and a smile that lights up any room. She is a little taller than the average female but height runs in our family. Her boobs are full but not huge; I think she is a C cup but I am not sure. They are quite firm with turned up nipples and light pink areolas. I love to watch her nipples puff out when she gets excited. Her best features are her muscular legs and ass. She could literally smother you when she wraps those legs around you. She played soccer and volleyball in high school and reminds me somewhat of Hope Solo.
What about me, perhaps I should let Julie describe me. Since I am writing both parts, I will only say that I am tall with dark wavy hair. Although I am not as good-looking as my cousin is, I am attractive. I have always been in good shape as I went to college on a soccer scholarship. My physical attributes are normal. I am not huge but quite adequate in that department. Enough about me, let's journey back to the summer of 1998.
Julie's story
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Where am I? What is this strange feeling? A warm feeling is creeping up my body. It starts at my toes, pauses between my thighs and works its way up to my nipples. My face is flush while I struggle to open my eyes. My brow furrows as I adjust to the dark. I am in my bed lying on my back naked; legs apart and knees bent. Noisy slurping sounds alerted me the source of my pleasure. The scratching of beard stubble against my inner thighs told there was a man down there. Peering down, I saw a shock of wavy brown hair moving slowly up and down. Scooting up, I grab a hand-full of hair and tilt his head back to view his face. My heart was pounding at what I saw.
"Brett, what are you doing here?"
"What does it look like? I'm eating."
"I can see that, but who invited you?"
"You did," he explained. "When we were talking earlier tonight you asked me why I was walking around last night. When I can't sleep, I go looking for something to eat. You told me I should come in and talk."
"I didn't mean that you should eat
me
. After all, you are my cousin and some things should be between lovers. Nevertheless, you found something to eat and now we're talking. But there is one small inconsistency."
"What's that?"
"You should always finish what you start," I winked.
I let go of his hair and his head dropped back into place. A sigh escaped my lips as his tongue slowly divided my pussy lips. I felt them swell as my juices ran down the crack of my ass. Brett slurped them up as his tongue travelled up to my clit and back down to my ass. Clutching his hair, I pulled him closer. The flat of his tongue lapped at my clit electrifying my nipples. I let go of his hair with one hand and moved it up to squeeze my tits. Massaging my breasts, I tweaked one nipple and then the other. My head rocked side to side gasping for air as Brett's tongue continued its assault on my swollen pussy. The only sounds in the room were my heavy breathing and the squishy sound emanating from below. As Brett increased the pace, my ass lifted off the bed. My body had a mind of its own now and could not help itself.
"Oh god...yes...right there, Brett...please don't stop," I moaned.
He didn't. He rolled his tongue and inserted it into my drenched pussy. My eyes shot open and I humped his tongue involuntarily.
"Fuck me Brett," I screamed. "Fuck me with your tongue."
"Quiet Jules, you'll wake Mom and Dad."
"I don't care," I whimpered. Shut up and make me come. I can't take it anymore."
Brett was insistent now. I shook and flailed about as Brett attacked me with his tongue. A cock couldn't be better, I thought. No time to think now, my virgin pussy would have to wait while I gave myself up to the consuming onslaught of Brett's mouth and tongue. The room dimmed, and I couldn't think at all. Nothing else mattered except the pleasure I received. There were no sights, sounds or smells, just the relentless pounding of my dripping pussy. My pelvis rocked in time to Brett's rhythm.
"You're going to make me cum, Brett. I'm going to cum on your tongue."
He let out a muffled grunt and licked me feverishly up and down pausing to circle my clit. Again, I lost control and humped his face. Grabbing my thighs, Brett regained control of my thrashing body. My pussy and nipples were on fire now. Every time his tongue touched my clit, a bolt of electricity pulsed through by body. I can't take much more, I thought. I was right. Brett latched onto my clit with his mouth while driving two fingers into my pussy. My thighs clamped together smothering Brett. He continued to saw two fingers into my cunt while circling my clit with his tongue. Wide-eyed, I bolted to a sitting position and grabbed Brett by the ears. My toes curled as my pelvis tightened and exploded.
"I'm cumming Brett," I shrieked. "Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh," I cried as my whole body shuddered. "I'm cumming on your tongue right now! Oh god, I'm cumming so hard."
My hips jerked as my cunt pulsed and shot several loads of pussy juice onto Brett's face. Gasping for air, I lay back in my bed. When my pussy quit throbbing, I sat up. Where's Brett? Suddenly there was a knock at my door.
"Who is it," I croaked. Brett peeked in.
"Are you OK? I heard a scream."
"Yeah, I'm OK," I managed. I tried to cover up my exposed boobs, but I had to extract my fingers from my pussy first.
"I must have had a bad dream," I said pulling the sheet up to my shoulders. I'm not sure what Brett could see in the dim room. Nevertheless, my twin peaks were still on high beams as my chest rose and fell beneath the drenched sheet.
"Do you want to talk or get something to eat?" Brett offered.
"No, I've had enough talking and eating for one night," I said. "I just want to clean up," I slipped. "I mean get back to sleep."
"Alright," he said. "We can talk in the morning if you want."
Brett gently closed the door and padded down the hall to his room. Geez, if Brett heard me, who else was awake? I couldn't think about that now, my bed was a wreck. I cleaned up and put clean sheets on. What the fuck was that? Never in my eighteen years have I experienced anything like this. I have never had sex, even though I think about it constantly. I'm not counting self-love. I masturbate at least once a day, but I have never cum that hard or ever squirted. My fantasies usually involved a celebrity or one of my cousin's friends. Now I've had sex with my cousin, well sort of.
My mind wandered as I slipped naked between the cool sheets, my fingers roving over the wispy down covering my virgin pussy. What would it be like with Brett? Dare I try something? Well, tomorrow is another day and he did invite me to talk. I slipped a finger into my moist pussy. Hmm, that feels good. How shall I seduce Brett? Just the thought of seducing him made me wetter. But how? Should I walk in naked and say, "Want to suck your little cousin off?" No, I need something more subtle, something that involves a little skin. Sighing, I closed my eyes and drifted off dreaming of ways to make myself irresistible.
Brett's story
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I'd been away at college for almost a year. I did come home for holidays and some weekends, but I usually partied with friends to relieve some of the stress of engineering majors. My parents must have heard the door shut on my Chevy Blazer, because they came out to greet me. After some small talk, we went inside.
"Julie, your cousin's home," Mom called out. Following a flurry of activity, Julie bounded down the stairs and into my arms. Pressing her body into my chest, she smothered my neck with kisses. Her breasts were noticeably larger than I remembered. Backing away Julie apologized.
"Sorry for the sweat," she said. "I've been working out."
"I feel your efforts have paid off," I said wiping my chest. "You look great, Jules. Maybe we can work out together sometime," I smiled eyeing her heaving chest. I glanced away hoping she hadn't noticed.
"I'd like that," she winked.
Mom broke the tension by suggesting that we get ready for dinner. I grabbed my bags and followed Julie up the stairs. I couldn't keep my eyes off her ass as we walked the 14 steps to the second floor landing. What a tight little package, I thought. Too bad, she's my cousin.
"I'll see you in a few," she said. "I need a quick shower."
I remained motionless watching Julie's ass disappear into her room. Get hold of yourself, I thought. That's exactly what I'd do if this teasing continued. Once in my room, I put my clothes away and sat down on the bed. Still looks the same; doesn't anything ever change? I heard the door open to the bathroom between our rooms. Julie was humming and setting things on the counter. I glanced up to see the door on my side was open a crack and Julie made no effort to close it. We did that a lot when we were kids so the steam wouldn't build up. I never cared before, but now there was a woman on the other side and my carnal instincts took over.
I saw glimpses of flesh pass back and forth with the limited view I had. Was that her boob or an elbow? I needed a closer look. Walking to the dresser, I pretended to change my t-shirt. Through the 2-inch crack, I glimpsed her naked ass and shapely legs before she disappeared into the shower. While she hummed and sang, I stripped and put a towel around my waist so I would be ready for my shower when Julie was done. Suddenly the door flung open to my room giving me a brief flash of her glistening body before wrapping herself in a towel.
"No fair peeking," she announced. "The shower is all yours. It's too bad we can't bathe together like when we were kids."
