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SNOWSTORM
There's no telling when the weather can turn
really bad, and living in the cold Northeast, we
were usually prepared for things like that.
My cousin, Horace, had come over, and we were
sitting around playing board games when it began
to snow. We had a two-story, two-bedroom house,
and as it started to snow, my father called his
brother and told him that he thought it would be a
good idea if Horace stayed the night, not wanting
him to drive in the approaching blizzard. He
wouldn't be able to see where he was going, and he
could literally freeze to death in the snow
drifts. There was no way that he was going to go
anywhere. He would have to stay the night.
My parents went to bed early, leaving Horace and
me to stay up and watch the snow. He would sleep
downstairs on the couch. My bedroom was
downstairs, off the main hall. I liked the
privacy, away from my parents. I could do all
kinds of things, like play with myself and moan
and groan, and they would never know a thing about
it.
I could feel a chill sweep through the house, and
turned the heat up and little. Horace went into
the living room and put some logs on the fire in
the fireplace.
Still, the freezing cold outside seemed to chill
me to the bone. Just the knowledge that it was
below zero out there made me feel cold. The wind
didn't help, either.
I lay in bed, listening to the cold wind blow
outside, and shivered, even though the bed was
warm. I was worried about Horace. I knew he didn't
have a lot of cover.
I took the top blanket off my bed and bundled it
up, and carried it into the living room. I didn't
want my cousin to freeze during the middle of the
night.
Horace lay on the couch, eyes open, staring at the
tv screen. With all the wind blowing outside, I
was surprised that we still had electricity.
Sometimes, power lines were blown down by the
strong winds.
He looked up at me, his eyes moving up and down my
body in my nightgown.
"Aren't you cold, running around like that?"
I frowned and then smiled. "Duh, stupid, I just
brought you n extra blanket, in case you got
cold."
"Keep me warm with your body," he said with a
smile. He moved over on the couch, pulling the
blanket aside to make room for me.
"What's on TV?" I asked, sitting beside him and
spreading the blanket over us. I noticed that he
was shirtless, and had on only his briefs.
"Nothing much, really. I'm just changing it around
a little." He moved over closer to me, and I could
feel his hairy leg pressing against mine. The
touch of his warm leg against me sent chills
through me. It was turning me on.
The cold wind outside seemed to pick up a little,
and the lights dimmed for a moment, and then came
back on. It turned the TV off, and Horace pointed
the remote at the screen. Nothing happened.
"I think it has to be reset from the back before
it comes on again," I said. "There's this big red
button back there."
He threw the blanket off him and walked toward the
TV set. I watched his tight buttocks move under
the thin fabric of his briefs. He reached behind
the TV and flipped a switch, turning his body in
my direction. I could see his cock pressing
against the fabric of his briefs. I could see his
dark pubic hair right beneath the surface of the
material, and the full, egg-shaped impression of
two heavy balls.
His cock was at least semi-erect. I could plainly
see the outline of the head of his cock, and his
cock was pretty good-sized, too. The sight of that
sent a tingling into my already slightly wet
groin. I was getting excited by looking at the
sexy, manly body of my Cousin Horace. He was quite
a turn-on in his undies.
He flipped the button, then walked back toward me.
I could see his cock move in his briefs as his
hips swayed from side to side. He sat on the
couch, moving closer to me, pulling the covers
over him. He shivered under the blankets.
"Are you cold?" I asked.
"It's freezing."
I moved closer to him, pressing my body against
him. I could feel his warm, hairy leg pressing
against me again, and his thigh pressing against
mine. My arm was between us, and there was no
place for my hand or arm to go, other than around
him or across him. He moved his arm around me, and
I moved my hand across his lap. I could feel his
hard cock pressing ever so slightly against my
lower arm.
It jumped and grew, sending thrills through me. I
knew I was getting wet between my legs. I could
feel it throb with his heartbeat. In the space of
seconds, he had a full-blown hardon.
The wind picked up speed, and the TV went out ---
along with all the other lights. The only light in
the room came from the embers in the fireplace.
"I'd better throw a couple of more logs on the
fire," he said.
He got up again, and this time, I could make out
the outline of his hard cock beneath the fabric of
his briefs. He bent and opened the glass cover to
the fireplace, and tossed a couple of logs on. In
the dim light from the fire, I could see the hard,
mushroom-shaped head of his cock. While his was
there, I lifted the hem of my nighty a little,
exposing my upper thighs and pubic bush. I moved
the hem of the nighty under me, to where only the
sheet spread on the couch touched my bare ass.
Then he came walking back, and as he got closer, I
could tell that he had a full-blown hardon, and
that it pulled the elastic band of his briefs away
from his body.
I knew that my panties were wet. I knew that at
some point that night, I was going to have sex
with him, if he wanted. I was turned on like never
before. I didn't feel any guilt or remorse about
it; my cousin was just too hot for me to feel
otherwise.
As he sat beside me on the couch, I moved my hand
back over his lap, this time letting it fall lower
than it had before. I could feel the head of his
cock pressing against my lower arm. I pressed
downward, feeling the hardness of his cock poking
me in the arm.
His legs were pressed against mine, and he put his
arm around me, pulling me close to him. "I guess
neither one of us is going to freeze, this way,"
he said with a choked voice.
"Burn up with desire would be more like it," I
said and laughed.
"You bet."
Without any more pretense, I moved my hand to his
crotch, feeling his throbbing cock beneath his
briefs. His balls were full and warm, two large
egg-shaped orbs beneath the fabric. He moved his
arm from around me and put his hand on my leg,
moving it up slowly toward my crotch. The feel of
his fingers touching my thighs, moving upward,
thrilled me completely. It was the anticipation
that turned me on so much. I loved it.
I moved my fingers up and down the shaft of his
cock beneath his briefs. I could feel the
difference in the head, where it seemed to balloon
into some other type of tissue. Fascinated, I
moved my hand under the band of his briefs. I
could feel the warmth of his cock, and the wiry
hair of his pubes against my fingers.
There was a drop of sticky fluid right on the tip
of his hot cock head. I touched it and felt of it
between my thumb and finger. I lightly pinched the
head of his cock, smearing the fluid all over the
head, down to the ridge where the head ended and
the shaft began. A light, ecstatic moan escaped
his lips.
He reached my pussy with his fingers, and they
seemed to roam around my crotch, as if looking for
something. He touched my pubic hair, outlining it,
then moved deeper between my legs, moving down one
side of my cunt lips, and then up the other. I
could feel his moist fingers as he brought them
from between my wet pussy lips. I was turned on,
so wet that there was probably a spot beneath my
pussy on his sheet.
I moved my hand away from his cock and moved to my
nightie. I raised my ass off the couch and
uncovered myself, and then pulled my nightie over
my head.
He pulled his shorts off, and in the brief
instant, I could see his massive, hard cock throb
against him belly, curving inward toward his belly
button.
I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his
cock, feeling the warm balls beneath the shaft. I
ran my fingers gently over the hairy orbs,
caressing them ever so gently. He moved his hand
back to my crotch, and I spread my legs to give
his hand better access.
I moved further down the couch and lay back and
spread my legs.
"Get on top of me," I whispered.
He crawled on top of me, his cock pressing against
my cunt.
"No, up here, this way, silly," I said, indicating
that he should put his crotch in my face.
He spun around, and his balls lay against my nose.
I could feel his hot breath against my pussy lips,
sending thrills and chills down my spine.
I reached forward and grabbed his cock, pulling it
down to my mouth. The taste of the precum was
salty and tangy as I popped the head of his dick
into my mouth, running my tongue across the
bulbous head of it. He moved further back then,
pushing his balls into my eyes. I had never seen
anyone's balls from that position, so close up.
His balls were sparsely flecked with short, dark
curly hairs. There was a small patch of hairs
swirled around his ass hole, and the sight of it
somehow turned me on even more. I licked and
sucked on his cock, which seemed to be oozing more
pre cum than before. I could feel his dick throb
in my mouth, against the roof of my mouth, and the
feeling of the throbbing cock made me excited
beyond my wildest imagination.
With his fingers, he parted my pussy lips, and I
felt his tongue touch my clitoris. My legs shook,
and my belly seemed to bloat by itself. I came, a
body-wrenching, soul-stirring orgasm like none I
had ever had before.
Then, he put his lips on my pussy lips, shooting
out with his tongue and licking my inner lips,
swishing his tongue back and forth. I held on to
his cock with my tongue, and moved my head back
and forth, back and forth. I could feel his legs
above me begin to shake, and there were small
spasms shaking his body. His ball tightened in my
hand, and suddenly, his cock jerked and expanded.
The back of my mouth was filled with a giant load
of hot, sticky cum. His cock jerked again and
again, and the feeling of the jerking cock made me
cum again. I swallowed as much of the salty, hot
cum as I could, but some of it fell out of my
mouth and ran in long, sticky strings down my chin
to my neck.
I lay there, his cock deep inside my mouth,
throbbing. I had just sucked my cousin Horace's
cock. I had loved the experience, and I lay there
languidly, not wanting the moment to end. I wanted
more.
He pulled his face away from my groin with a final
kiss on my pussy lips. His tongue traveled up to
my navel, and he inserted his tongue into my
navel. I had never heard of such a thing before,
and to have it done to me was quite a surprise.
He pulled his ass away from my face, and his balls
receded in my field of vision. He pulled his cock
out of my mouth with a slurping pop, and he
flipped himself around on the couch.
"I'm still hard," he whispered.
"I'm still horny as hell," I answered. "That was
the most resounding orgasm I've ever had."
"Me, too."
He lay on top of me and pressed his lips to my
tits. His tongue darted out and licked one of my
hard nipples, then the other. My nipples responded
to his ministrations by hardening even more, and
sending chills all over my body.
I could feel his hard stomach pressing against
mine, and I felt his sticky balls and cock against
my wet pussy hairs and lips. I moved my hips a
little, trying to position my pussy opening for
him, but he reached down and guided it into me. He
pressed for a moment slowly at my wet cunt, then
pushed his fat cock all the way into me.
We were sticky and slimy from our earlier sex, and
the noises it made were funny and sexy, squishy
noises. The noises were nothing compared to the
sound of the freezing wind blowing outside, the
snowdrifts piling against the window.
I could feel his pubic hair press against mine as
he slowly moved his cock deep inside me, and I
could feel the sticky cum and cunt juices as he
pulled away. His cock was really fat, especially
the head of it, and it really made a neat contact
with my clit, pulling the lips of my vagina
downward as he moved his fat cock in and out of
me.
I lifted my legs a little and bent them at the
knees, and spread my legs as wide as I could,
though my movements were restricted by the back of
the couch.
He continued his slow, tortuous licking of my
nipples, causing me to grab the back of his head
and squeeze his face closer to me. I wanted to
feel him bite and pinch my nipples, and send the
thrills through me that I had felt earlier.
He sucked on my nipples harder and began to thrust
even faster and with more strength into my hot
pussy. I could feel his balls slapping my asshole
as he thrust forward, and my pussy was wetter. I
tightened my muscles as he pulled out, to give a
sucking motion over the head of his cock. It
worked.
He began thrusting faster, and made contacts that
made me cum with a groan and a stifled moan.
Then, I could feel his legs tighten and his
thrusts shorten, and his cock seemed to jerk and
explode deep inside my cunt. He slammed it into me
and kept it there, thrusting his hips forward,
virtually lifting me off the couch as he shot hot
cum into me.
He collapsed against me, laying atop me with his
hard dick still inside me. I could feel it throb
and pulse with his heavy, fast heart beat. He lay
there for a while, and then threw the blankets
aside and walked over to the fireplace. He threw a
few more logs on the fire, and then came back to
the couch.
I watched his naked body move around in the
strange, flickering glow of the fireplace.
He wrapped a blanket around him and stood up.
"I've got to go piss, and wash this goo off my
cock. It's stickier than hell," he said.
I went with him. As he was pissing, I heated a
warm rag in the hot water, and we dipped his cock
in the water and washed it with soap. I wiped it
with the warm, wet rag and then dried it
carefully.
"Oh, wait," I whispered. "There's still some goo
right there," I said, pointing at a spot under the
head of his dick.
I got on my knees and said, "I'll lick it off for
you."
I took his fat cock into my mouth again, and it
was only about ten seconds before it was rock
hard. I sucked it to the back of my throat and
moved my tongue around and around it.
I moved my hand up and fondled his fat balls
again, glad that I could see them in the light of
the bathroom. They were rather large and heavy,
and felt like two large egg-shaped orbs in his
slightly hairy ball sac. I pulled at the skin
lightly and looked up into his eyes as I moved my
head up and down on his hard dick.
He was looking down at me, a look of pure ecstasy
on his face.
"God damn," he whispered.
His legs began to shake again, and I moved my head
up and down faster and faster on his fat shaft. I
moved my tongue across the head of it, and his
knees buckled. Then, there was that strange sudden
expansion of the head of his cock, and he thrust
his hips forward a little.
His dick jerked, and I was given another large
load of cum at the back of my throat. It was hot
and creamy, and this time, I swallowed and
swallowed, keeping all of it. I felt his balls
miraculously tighten as he came. They seemed to
rise up in his ball sac and stay there for a few
seconds, and then slowly drop down.
Then I pulled my mouth away reluctantly and stood.
He reached out and started tweaking my nipples.
"We've got to go lay down, Horace," I said.
He nodded.
Back in the living room, and lay down and spread
my legs again. His mouth covered my lips, licking
up all kinds of sticky stuff. I knew that there
was cum and cunt juices just splattered all over
my pussy, but he didn't seem to care, licking and
kissing my pussy with a fever I didn't know was
possible.
He pulled my pussy lips apart with his fingers as
he stuck his tongue deep inside me. I had never
had anyone do anything like that, not ever. I
could feel my stomach muscles tighten, and I knew
that I was going to cum again soon.
I lifted my ass off the couch, thrusting my hips
upward, moving my legs up. I captured his head
between my legs and squeezed, holding his face
against my crotch.
His tongue touched my clit, and I came again, an
orgasm that seemed to last forever, making my
whole body tense and reach a rising crescendo. He
stopped moving his tongue, and the orgasm
subsided, like a gentle wave washing out to sea.
He pulled away slowly, and we sat under the
blanket again, staring at the blank TV screen.
"That was great," I said.
"What made you decide to do all that?" he asked.
"You did, the way you were walking around, nearly
naked. You really turn me on," I said.
He turned to me and brushed my cheek with the tips
of his fingers. "You're lovely," he said.
After that, our relationship changed. Instead of
cousins that knew one another, we found ways to
sneak away with each other. Sometimes, especially
when it's very cold, we still do.
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