Kissing Cousins by Ron KaplanI had not seen my cousin, Fran, in some time so I waseagerly looking forward to visiting her in Ottawa on my vacation. We were born three months apart and were closer than a lot ofbrothers and sisters I knew.  We could tell each other anythingwithout fear of judgment.  Even though she was really a secondcousin once removed, or something like that, I felt a bituncomfortable when I realized how physically attracted I was toher.Fran developed a gorgeous figure as a sixteen-year-old.  Aslittle kids, our mothers used to bathe us together; as ateenager, she would grab a t-shirt or towel for cover if Ihappened by as she was sunbathing in her bathing suit.  She hadfull firm tits, a slim waist and long lithe legs, and the biggestbrown eyes I had ever seen.  She was the focal point of many ajerk-off session.  But that remained a carefully guarded secret.Fran met me at the train station.  The last time I saw her,she was a foxy 22 year-old.  Now she was a magnificent 27.  Shewore a short blue skirt, just tight enough to make me a bituncomfortable, and an oversized white shirt cinched at the waistwith a belt.  Her auburn hair was back in a pony tail and shelooked very demur in her glasses.  Although a stunner, Frandeclined to show off her figure too much.She smiled as she threw her arms around me and gave me asoft kiss on the cheek.  I tentatively wrapped my arms aroundher, afraid I might squeeze to hard for propriety's sake."How are you, Jon?" she asked, as we headed for her car.  "Just fine," I answered, hoping the hard-on she'd just given mewould dissipate.  "It's good to see you, Fran.""Good to see you, too, Jon.  What would you like to do whileyou're in town?  I have some things you might be interested in,"she said.  Was than grin just a bit mischievous or was it justwishful thinking?"I'd really just like to take it easy," I responded.	 "Well, you must be hungry after that trip.  Why don't we goback to the apartment to freshen up and then I'll take you out todinner at Barbara's place."  Barbara had been Fran's roommateuntil recently.  A pretty redhead, she was the manager at one ofthe city's nicer restaurants.  "That sounds good, Fran, although you look pretty fresh tome."  She blushed at that as we loaded her car and drove off.Fran had a one-bedroom flat on the twenty-third floor of ffancy apartment.  The view of downtown Ottawa, with it's mixtureof old and new architecture, was magnificent.  I showered andshaved and tossed on some comfy-casual stuff.  At an even 6 feetand 170 pounds, I was confident about my appearance, yet I alwaysfelt somewhat awkward when we were together.  Fran was changing in the bedroom.  "There's wine in thefridge," she called from behind the closed door.  "Helpyourself.""What about you?" I asked.  "I've got mine, she replied.  Fran was not what you wouldcall a good drinker.  She got a bit giddy and flirty.  In thepast I might have been uneasy with that, but for some reason Ifelt tonight might just be different.I took my drink and stepped onto the balcony.  The latesummer's sun was starting to descend and a warm breeze passed.  Iturned and there was Fran!  She was clad in a pale blue bra andpanty set.  I felt myself blush and immediately turned my head. I expected her to scream, but apparently she couldn't see me.The lingerie accentuated what seemed to be an all-over tan. Her firm tits bulged around the skimpy bra and the panties werecut quite high on the leg, revealing much of her lovely ass.    Ipeeked back at her, feeling my balls twitch, as I watched heradjust her garments. God, what a beauty!  Fran reached for a bottle of lotion and poured some into herhands.  She rubbed lightly starting at her ankles and slowlyworking her way up those stunning legs.  As she approached herupper thighs she slowed down and reached for her wine.  She threwback a healthy gulp and continued to massage her legs.  Shekneaded the lotion on her hips and gently on her inner thighs. Her fingers made little circles on her soft skin then moved on toher taut stomach as she closed her eyes.  I reached into mytrousers to rearrange my cock as she began to gently caress hertits.  She unfastened the front clasp of the bra and they tumbledforward, pushing out of their confinement.  Fran dipped her finger into the wine and traced her half-dollar aureoles on each breast.  I watched with greatappreciation as her nipples became erect before my eyes.Suddenly, Fran's hand dropped back to her panties, pullingit aside to reach her now-wet pussy.  I was amazed as she benther neck to suck on one full tit, while her other hand furiouslymassaged her cunt.  I was afraid I'd cum in my pants but keptwatching as Fran shuddered her way to a quick climax.As she came down, Fran calmly rearranged her undies and slidinto a knit orange minidress.  I almost dropped my wine over thebalcony when she called out my name, "Jon, are you ready to go?" Was I!"Are you okay, you look kind of strange," Fran said, as Icame in from the balcony.  I was grateful the trousers were verybaggy, thus hiding my still raging hardon.  "That's some dress," I told Fran.  "You look very prettytonight.""Why, thank you," she said, somewhat puzzled.  We nevercommented on each other's appearance after the first "good-to-see-you, you-look-great."  It was hard to believe this angel hadcum in front of me not five minutes before.  She'd never realizethe thrill she'd given me.We took a cab to the restaurant so we could enjoy a few coldones and not have to worry about driving back.  Although we got atable almost immediately, we waited almost an hour to be served. I didn't mind, though; the company was wonderful and Barbara keptthe drinks coming.  By the time the food arrived, we were veryrelaxed.  We spoke of all sorts of things, our lives andinterests, and our lack of love interests at the moment.It was nearly midnight by the time we left.  Ottawa is asleepy town where they roll the streets up at that hour.  Wetumbled into a cab and headed home.The smell of Fran's perfume had been driving me crazy allnight.  Once inside the cab, she thanked me for a lovely evening. Her head came to rest on my shoulder and she sighed, closing hereyes.My eyes traced her figure, starting from the spiked heelsand slowly up the length of her body, admiring her attributes andwishing I wasn't such a coward.  But we're so close, I arguedwith myself.  How can I make a pass?  She'd be shocked, she'dkill me, she'd never speak to me again -- I came up with numerousreasons to keep my hands off.  But then she'd nestle in a bitcloser and emit another contented sigh and her dress would slidup those damned gorgeous legs just a bit more and I'd have tostart reminding myself all over again.The little old cabbie looked in the rear view mirror andmust have thought we were lovers.  I saw him smile and wink, ashe suggested a nice ride through the park.  Why not, I thought. Just to prolong this mild body contact was reason enough.Fran's dress had ridden more than half-way up her thigh andI wondered if I should try to rearrange it myself or wake her up. But she seemed so peaceful I just decided to enjoy the show.  Sostare I did.  "What are you staring at?" she demanded, suddenly awake. She tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to cover herself.  Itreminded me of her days as a modest teen.  She seemed quiteagitated.  Oh, no, I thought, my worst fears are coming true. "I... I... nothing..." I stammered.  "Jon, I saw you staring at me. What on earth could you havebeen thinking of?"  I could just see myself taking this cab rightback to spend the night at the train station.The driver sensed disharmony and sped to the apartment. Fran got out and stomped her way inside as I paid the fare andreluctantly followed.I felt like a puppy who had just chewed up the master'sslippers and was waiting for the rolled-up newspaper.  Fran waswaiting by the elevator, tapping her foot, watching the lift'sindicator as it approached the lobby.  Not a word was spoken theentire ride up.  When the doors opened she brushed by me tounlock the door.  When she didn't slam it in my face, I took itas a good sign.I sheepishly entered the apartment.  "Close the door," shehuffed.  She lock the door and turned to face me.  Here we go, Ithought. Excommunication from the family.I couldn't look her in the eye.  "I guess you had too muchto drink," she said.  Was she giving me an alibi?  "I think Idid, too.""After all, you're just a man and there are certain thingsthat a man will do, including ogling his cousin," she began togrin."You've always found me attractive, haven't you, Jon?"  Uh-oh, better be careful here."Yeah, I guess so," I answered still not look at here,wishing I were somewhere else."Well, you know, I really admire the way you turned out,too.  My girlfriends used to talk about you when you came tovisit.  They'd talk about your arms or your eyes and I'd say, 'Idon't want to hear this; he's my cousin.'"But they were right," Fran said. She lifted my chin withher finger. "Don't worry, I'm not mad." And she kissed me quicklyon the lips.Our eyes met and we leaned into each other for another kiss,this one slower.  Then another, deeper.  Her tongue probed mylips until I opened them.  My tongue met hers as they twirledtogether in joyful greeting.  Caution went out the window.The kisses became more emphatic as we stepped closertogether, pressing our bodies together. ten years of fantasieswere coming true as I felt the heat of her tits through ourclothing.  He nipples were hard as they pushed into my chest.  Myhands slid down to the small of her back and I tentativelyreached for her ass.  She moaned softly as a I squeezed hercheek, pulling her closer.  I reached for the hem of her dressand slid my hand up her thighs.  I couldn't believe the moistheat coming from her pussy!  Fran opened her legs to allow mebetter access while our lips were still pressed together.I licked my way down her neck, nipping her nape.  Sheshivered as I bit her earlobe."Do it to me, Jon," she moaned.  "I've wanted you to fuck mefor years.  Fuck me now!"  Fran ripped open my shirt, the buttonsshooting across the room.  I kicked off my shoes and yanked offthe trousers and shorts.  After all this time I wasn't going toput up any arguments.  We sank onto the living room rug, and I pulled her dressdown over her heaving tits while pulling it up from the bottom. I ripped the panties and bra off her as she squirmed beneath me. My dick was threatening to break off.  I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit.  I had neverimagined Fran's pussy before, concentrating on her other assets. It was covered with a soft tuft of hair gently concealing herplump lips.  She groaned and arched her back as she tried to getme inside her, but I continued to tease her."Stop that, please.  Just fuck me.  NOW!"  She grabbed my asand pulled me right in.  So hot, slick and tight.  Unbelievable!After a couple of minutes I felt the inevitable rush of cum.I warned her and she blurted out that it was okay, that shewanted to feel me pump it inside her.  So I did.  Long hardstreams of cum jetted through me into her.  She ground her pussyagainst me, grabbing my ass, working towards her own climax. "Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhh," she moaned as she rumbled towardsecstasy.I was beat but happy.  She was beat and hungry for more.  "I always wondered what it would be like with you, Jon,"Fran whispered, "and it was better than I ever imagined."With that she kissed my chest softly as she made her waydown my stomach, swirling her tongue in little circles.  Ishivered when I felt her hot breath on my dick, waiting to feelher lips engulf it.  She licked my crown lick a candy cane, inand out, lick, in and out, around.  It was like no other blow jobI'd experienced, so hot, wet and slippery.  I could have happilyfilled her mouth but I had waited a long time for this.I gently pushed her away and rolled her over.  She seemedsurprised.  I straddled her chest and told her "I'm gonna fuckyour breasts, Fran.  I want to feel your soft tits wrapped aroundmy cock.  I want to rock back and forth until I cum all over yourtits and face.  What do you think of that, baby?""Oh, yeah," she groaned, "do that to me!  Please!  Do it!""I want you to lick the head as it comes through your tit-tunnel.  Keep it slick so it slides back and forth so nicely."Fran pressed her tits together around my cock.  They were sosoft and hot, wet with a combination of sweat and saliva.  I wentslowly at first, trying to make the indescribable pleasure last."I love getting my tits fucked," she moaned. "It gets me sohot.  Come on, push it, slide it in.  I want your cum, cum allover my face, please.  COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, CUM, CUMMM, DO IT! DO IT!!  DO IT!!!  SHOOT IT ALL OVER ME!! OH, MY GODDDDD.  DO ITNOW!!!"  And with that she started shaking and bucking her hipsagainst an imaginary cock.  Her fingers flew to her sopping pussywhere they pistoned in and out.  I grabbed her tits and squeezedthem around my dick. I pushed it forward and kept it in her mouthwhile she moaned to here next set of orgasms.  The vibrations ofher mouth set me off, and I managed to shove my cock back betweenher tits as I started to spurt, the hot load jetting onto herpretty face, as she whipped her head back and forth, landingfirst one cheek then the other.  I sprayed my last violent shotsacross her tits and collapsed next to her, exhausted.After a few moments to catch our breath, Fran turned to me. "Are you sure you can only stay the weekend?" she asked with asmile.- end