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My name is Kathy and I am eighteen years old. I’ve always been pretty but not extraordinarily beautiful – dark blonde hair, blue eyes, B-cup, the usual – but I’m still rather popular among the boys. Personally, I think it’s because of my confidence. One of my friends who is into New Age stuff, says that I give off ‘independent vibes’ and that I basically have a big psychic sign that ‘Back Off – Don’t Touch Me’.
Whether or not she’s right, I’ve always been known as a ‘hard-to-get’-girl. And guys always want what they can’t have…you know – the thrill of the chase and all. So they flock around me and hope that I give into one of them.
Yeah, right. I’m not a slut, sugar – in fact, I’m still a virgin. It’s not because I don’t get any offers, but because none of the guys I know really turn me on. First of all, I prefer older men (5 – 10 years older than me is just fine, thank you very much) and the guys in my circle of friends are, well, boys. Sure, some of them are fairly attractive boys, but let’s be honest – they still think that the important things in life are alcohol, sex and parties, in that order. And their definition of ‘sex’…don’t even get me started. Their idea of foreplay is
1) Get woman naked and
2) Grab woman on breasts.
…And then they wonder why a lot of women prefer older men. Geez!
The second reason is that I don’t want someone who’ll dump me as soon as he gets in my pants. And the boys who want me, want me only because I’m confident and so that they can brag about it afterwards
My cousin Michael, however, is a completely different matter. He is six years older than me and quite a hottie. He’s got blue eyes, dark hair and a body that’s absolutely to die for. Well, at least I think so. Or maybe it’s because he’s always treated me like I’m something to be treasured and taken care off. Or it could be because incest, per definition, is a taboo subject and thus quite a turn-on for me. I don’t know, and honestly, I don’t care. I wanted my cousin and now the question was – could I actually seduce him?
I got my chance last week during a small family reunion when the adults decided to go to the theatre. Michael didn’t want to go, and I suggested that the two of us could just stay home and watch a movie or something. It was a fairly safe suggestion to make – when we were younger, Michael and I would watch movies when the grown-ups got too boring, and eventually it became a tradition to go to the cinema or rent a movie together.
“Sure,” he said and I smiled secretive. That day I’d made sure to dress as sexy as I could possibly get away with. A dark green top that just barely covered my breasts, tight black jeans and see-through black underwear and just enough make-up to emphasize my natural beauty…Michael would never know what hit him.
Of course, I had to do this carefully – waltzing around ONLY in skimpy black underwear would probably tip him off, and well…a big sweater and a pair of baggy pants just wouldn’t do the job.
The others left and Michael and I went to his room to find a movie. I quickly surveyed şirinevler türbanlı escort the room and decided on a course of action and while Michael grabbed the remote control, I stretched out on the bed.
He turned around and raised an eyebrow when he noticed me.
“Getting comfortable, Kat?” he asked teasingly.
I smiled and curled up among the blankets, bringing up the inner feline that every woman has. It’s a true gift from nature, you know, and has led many a man into the claws of a woman. And apparently, my dear cousin was about to become one more in that statistic. God, I love being a woman.
“It’s soft. I like it,” I replied, then added with mock impatience: “And now could you please get your ass over here? I wanna watch the movie!”
Michael sent the patented ‘anything you say’-smile that he reserved only for me, and took off his shoes before he stretched out behind me.
We were lying there, in front of the TV (though none of us were actually watching it) when I felt his hands start to massage my stomach ever so gently. I did my best innocent-little-girl act (again, as a teenage girl, it falls natural to me) and snuggled closer and made sure to ‘accidentally’ press my ass against his crotch. I shifted slightly and heard him suppress a groan. Unseen by him, I smiled. Poor cousin. So smart, and yet so clueless.
I put my hand on his knee and moved one slim finger around in small circles and Michael shifted. Judging from the hard bulge that pressed against my lower back, his jeans was definitely getting uncomfortably tight.
Michael continued to massage my belly, then hesitated for a moment, obviously expecting some sort of objection from me. God, what did that man need? A written invitation or something?
I settled for a satisfied sigh, and obviously encouraged by my reaction, he slowly started to move up, each movement of his hands leaving my body screaming for his touch. Finally I felt his thumbs stroke the lower of my breasts and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me. Michael moved his hands higher and I felt my nipples tighten under his skillful fingers. Each movement of his hands sent a wave of pleasure though my body and I felt my panties turn damp. Michael kept teasing my nipples until they were so hard that I thought they would shatter from even the slightest touch. Then he suddenly moved his hands away.
The unexpected loss of contact made me whimper and frustrated, I reached for his hands.
“Do you want me to stop?” Michael whispered huskily.
Stop?! He couldn’t stop now! Couldn’t the man see how badly I wanted his touch?
“No!” I moaned. “Don’t stop, please!”
Oddly enough, I felt no hesitation. Maybe I should have – after all, I *was* making out with my own cousin – but it felt so right, so natural, that not even my conscience could find any good arguments to stop.
Michael bit lightly in my shoulder and I felt him smile.
“Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are, little cousin?” he whispered as his left hand massaged my breasts. şirinevler ucuz escort Slowly, he let his right hand follow the curves of my body until he reached the zipper on my jeans. Unable to make my throat work properly, I just whimpered and reached down to grab a hold of his muscular thighs.
Michael let his mouth follow the smooth skin on my shoulder, alternating between kisses and bites, making my skin feel as if it was on fire. I briefly wondered how many other women he had done this to, but came to the conclusion that I didn’t wanted to know. It was the here and now that counted, and right now the only man I’d ever felt really attracted to was worshipping my body. I was *not* in the mood to think about ex-girlfriends.
I let a hand move towards the bulge in his pants and heard his sharp intake of breath when my fingers grazed his crotch. That was the last straw.
Michael grabbed me and rolled over, so I ended up on my back. Then he sat up and took a long look at me. Took in my flustered face, my erected nipples and my dark eyes, which undoubtedly showed nothing but pure desire. And then he smiled, slowly and predatorily, as he leaned closer.
“Take off your top and bra,” he ordered hoarsely.
It didn’t take long for my lust-powered brain to do what he asked. I didn’t even try to make a private strip-show out of it; I just wanted out of the clothes. As I sat up and threw my top and bra aside, I could feel Michael’s eyes on me and it aroused me beyond belief.
He pushed me back in the bed and for a long moment just enjoyed the view of my breasts. I knew that at that moment there was nothing left of the ‘nice, young man’ he usually was. Instead, he looked at me as if he was a predator and I was his long awaited prey.
Morale, ethics and even rational thinking went right out the window, defeated by my body’s need to feel Michael in me.
Never taking his eyes off me, Michael reached under the bed and brought out a pair of handcuffs. Then he grabbed my hands and in one swift movement chained them to the end of the bed.
He leaned back and admired his handiwork.
“Well, well, Kathy…” he said, the desire obvious in his voice. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? Stripping for your cousin…naughty, naughty girl…”
I shivered at the heated gaze he sent me.
“Yes, I’ve been a very bad girl,” I answered huskily. I’d always had fantasies about being tied up and punished, and obviously, Michael had been fantasizing about the same. This was one game I was definitely going to enjoy. Oh, boy, was I ever!
Michael smiled hungrily.
“Then I think I’ll have to punish you, Kat. It’s not very nice of you to walk around in skimpy outfits and tease me like that, is it?” he said and unzipped my jeans.
“N…no!” I choked out. “I’ve been a bad girl and needs to be punished!”
Michael took off my jean and ripped off my thin panties. Then he bit lightly on one hard nipple.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even remember you name, little cousin,” he said hoarsely. şişli escort “You want that, don’t you? You want to be fucked by your cousin’s hard cock.”
“Yes!” I cried out.
Michael smiled and kissed his way down until he reached my pubic hair. GOD, that man was talented!
“What do you want?” he asked.
Unable to focus on anything except the heat between my legs, I just whimpered.
“Say it!” Michael ordered.
My pride followed rational thinking out of the window. My lust-powered brain had obviously decided to do anything to have sex, and I for one wasn’t going to argue.
“Fuck me!” I begged. “I want to feel your big, hard cock inside my tight virgin pussy!”
“Oh, I will,” Michael said, “but first…”
Without any warning he lowered his head and I felt his hot tongue enter my tight opening. It was nothing like the few times I’d had my pussy licked by one of my boyfriends – Michael knew exactly where my sensitive areas were and used it mercilessly against me.
He licked and sucked, again and again almost bringing me release, but each time stopping just before I went over the edge.
“Oh, God!” I moaned, thrusting my hips upward in a desperate attempt to find relief. The combination of his tongue in my opening, the rush of doing the forbidden and the dozens of X-rated fantasies I had circling in my mind was driving me crazy.
Finally, he took mercy on me, and bit down on my swollen clit. I screamed as I climaxed and when I finally came down from my high, I saw that Michael had taken off his clothes.
Oh, my…that man could definitely be described as ‘gifted’.
I licked my lips as I admired his muscular torso and large cock. He noticed my look of pure lust and smiled hungrily.
Michael kneeled between my legs and leaned forward to capture my mouth in a rough kiss. Our tongues intertwined as we passionately explored each other’s mouths, mimicking the way our bodies longed to be joined.
Then we parted and I felt his throbbing cock at my soaking entrance. I was desperate to feel him side of me, but Michael wasn’t done teasing me.
“What do you want, Kat?” he asked hoarsely. “What do you want, my little slut?”
I was in no mood to wait any longer.
“FUCK ME!” I screamed, not caring if someone heard me. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be fucked by my cousin’s big, hard cock!”
He thrusted into me and there was a brief moment of pain before my membrane was fully torn. Then only pure pleasure was left. Michael rammed into me again and again as I offered broke, senseless words of encouragement, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
Then my body exploded in a violent orgasm and I only vaguely heard Michael scream “I’m gonna cum!” before he emptied himself in me.
Tired and satisfied, we collapsed on the bed and just enjoyed each other’s company, until Michael reached out and unlocked the handcuffs.
“Shit!” he said with a grin. “What a ride!”
I grinned back.
“Oh, yeah,” I breathed.
For a long moment we just looked at each other.
“We should feel bad about this, shouldn’t we?” Michael asked. “What we did was illegal in most of the world, but still…it felt so…”
“…Right?” I offered.
Michael nodded and smiled.
“Does this mean we could do it again?” I asked and winked.
“Anytime, Kat. Anytime.”
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