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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

            Chapter Seven

                                          Coupling Cousins

 

We were experiencing an April snowstorm, unusual for the area and that, it seemed, made it feel even colder.  I had been unable to go to my boarding place and, after a one week Easter break, I was more than anxious to return to my landlady's loving embrace.  My parents along with my uncle and aunt had been storm stayed in the town, a few miles away, and their daughter, Lucy, and I were staying together at my house, a house without central heating.

 

I was sixteen and Lucy about two years younger at fourteen. She was quite a pretty girl, quite tall and well developed and she had one especially noteworthy feature, for me anyway, her breasts. Still, she was my cousin so, even when I'd been playing at her place and attempting to seduce Esther, the thought of screwing my cousin never entered my head.  And at first that night, it still hadn't.

 

I had built a fire in the little stove in the upstairs hallway but so far it had been inadequate to warm up the bedrooms.  I had pulled a chair up close to the stove and, in the doorway to the bedroom Lucy was using, next to mine, she also had a chair to sit on. The heat from the little stove was sufficient, sitting close to it, to warm me.

 

"Boy, this is sure something, Joseph. I never dreamed it could be so cold here in April."

 

"Yeah...at least we don't have to be out in it."   I opened the heavy bathrobe I was wearing to allow the heat more direct access to my body.  "I hope my room warms up."

 

"Me too," and as if taking my lead, Lucy opened her robe, too.   Under it she was wearing a flannel nighty she had found in the bedroom and it was a few sizes too small for her, especially around her chest.  I looked at the way it was stretched across her breasts and unconsciously compared her with Mrs. H.  She wasn't as big but, somehow, they appealed to me more.

 

"Don't make it too hot," my cousin cautioned as I added some more wood to the fire.  "We don't want to burn the house down."

 

"It'll be OK," I said and, pointing to the heat-blistered paint on the wall, added, "It's been hot here before.  Hotter'n this."   Did she realize how appealing her tits were?  Did she ever get horny?  Had she ever guessed what Esther and I did that night behind her house?  All those questions ran through my head as I warmed by the fire and, remembering that night with Esther, I began to get an erection.  Dare I ask her any of those questions?

 

"You're going to Normal school next year, aren't you, Joseph?"

 

"Yeah. I guess so."  I got up again. "Just a minute, Lucy. I gotta do somethin'."  I went into my room and, with the door half-closed, I took off my pajama bottoms.  The robe covered me enough that she wouldn't be able to see anything and this way I'd be able to get the heat directly on my lower body.

 

"Will you be lonesome?  I mean, I know you've been away at school for the last two years but you won't be able to get home on weekends, like now?"   The fire was roaring from the extra wood and, as she spoke, she let her robe fall completely open.  Was she intentionally letting me see her tits better?  I didn't know and I still don't, but they jiggled under the tight-fitting nighty and, cousin or not, I began to imagine what it would be like to fuck her.  She was as big as Mrs. Haines and older than all the others had been. What would she say if I told her about fucking Barbara last summer?  Right here, in the room behind me

 

"Nanh...I'll be OK. There's nobody my age around here, anyway."   I could feel the direct heat from the stove on my groin and it added to my disturbed state. Esther’s father had fucked her so fucking a cousin wasn't that bad, was it?  Had Lucy ever though about fucking?  Did she know what a cock looked like?  I spread my legs and let the robe fall away a bit.  Not enough to be too obvious but enough that she could see me, if she was curious.  Maybe she was thinking what I was?

 

"Boy, it's sure getting hot now." Lucy looked back over her shoulder.  "I wonder if my bedroom is warm yet?"

 

"Prob'ly not yet ."   Had she seen me?  I knew I was bigger than the other guys and if she looked down at all she couldn't miss what was there.  "But it's sure nice'n warm close to the stove."

 

"I guess I better go to bed pretty soon."   Her cheeks were flushed and it was then I noticed the little bumps on her breasts.  Not that little, either.  At the time I didn't consider that the bumps might be sending a message but since then I've wondered if it meant that she was having thoughts like I was.

 

"It'll still be pretty cold, I bet."   I moved again so my huge erection, and by then it was huge, would be almost impossible to miss.  If that didn't scare her off, then she must be willing, I thought.  Esther had protested but the guys said that was what girls did, anyway.  Even Barbara had given in once I got her started.

 

"Yeah, I guess so?"  This time, when Lucy replied, I was sure she'd seen me, my cock.  Her eyes had glanced down momentarily, and then looked up at me and, maybe thinking that I hadn't noticed, she'd looked down again.

 

"Maybe we could keep each other warm, in bed,"   I ventured.  If she agreed to that then I'd know for sure she was willing.

 

"Oh no," Lucy replied with a little chuckle.  "I don't think we can do that. It's not that cold."

 

"Well, I don't dare put any more wood in the stove," I replied as, making up my mind to try to fuck her, anyway, I stood.  "C'mon Lucy. Let's see how warm your room is."   I squeezed by her, my stiff prick brushing on her shoulder in a way she couldn't miss.

 

"It's OK.  You go to your room, Joseph," Lucy said in a tense, strained voice as she stood up.

 

With the impetuosity of youth I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward her bed.  "Let's see if it's warm enough, Lucy," and abandoning any pretense of innocent conversation, I pushed her down on the bed.

 

"Joseph! What are you doing?" my cousin cried out as I pulled up her nighty and lay on top of her, my knees and hips forcing her legs open as I pushed her farther across the bed.  My cock was bare, unfettered by any pajamas, but even more important, Lucy had nothing at all under her nighty.  And the most important thing of all was that, as my young tool pressed up between her legs, she was wet.  I know now that Lucy must have been thinking about the same thing as I was and her wetness betrayed desire, however unwilled.

 

"NO! NO! LET ME UP!"    She cried out, her panic stricken voice sounding loud even over the howling wind outside.  But I was excited beyond reason and Lucy's struggles were ineffective as she squirmed under me.  I got one arm across her throat and pinned her shoulders to the bed, my chest crushing the big, firm tit-pillows of her chest while, with my other hand, I directed my throbbing, young penis to the wet softness between her legs.

 

"I'll tell...nooo...don't...dohhhnn’t," Lucy protested but she wasn't really fighting now.  Her arms pushed at me to the extent they could but her hips and legs remained motionless, unresisting as I found the heat of her vaginal portal.

 

"Gotta, Lucy. Gotta do it!" I grunted and, with my throbbing cock collared in the slippery slot, I pushed in.

 

"Noooo...Josepphhh...oowwwww!" Lucy wailed as I felt the initial blockage of her hymen tear easily before my impassioned thrust.  And then I was engulfed; surrounded by her hot, wet cuntal passage.  I was drowning.  I was blissfully unaware of anything except the delightful clasp of Lucy's deflowered, cuntal corridor.  It was gripping me with an elastic softness that molded her vagina to my tool and caressed me more snugly than my landlady's mature fuckwell.  I began, fiercely, to fuck my cousin's big, young body.  Her arms, freed from my constraint, went around me and her big, pneumatic breasts rolled under my chest as I ploughed her tight, virgin furrow. 

 

“Unh. . Joseph? . . No. . We. . Unh. . You can’t? Unh. . You’re my cousin,” she grunted as I screwed her.  It was rape, as much as it had been in the next room where I’d taken Barbara, but that didn’t deter me.  Mrs. Haines had taught me well and I slipped a hand between our close pressed bodies to find my cousin’s fat, juicy twat.  Her pussy wasn’t as hairy as my landlady’s but it was not the smooth baldness of the other girls I’d had.  I found her clit easily and, as I rubbed the slick, hard nubbin, Lucy’s legs opened wider and her wide hips tilted receptively.

 

“Are you OK, Lucy?  Am I hurting you?”

 

“Nanh…Hanh…Not now,” she mumbled, her arms clinging tightly to my shoulders.

 

I ground against her, pushing in and freezing as I fought to hold off my climax.  Fortunately Lucy was completely motionless as I felt the burning heat in my loins.  I guess I had a sort of mini-orgasm then but if either of us had moved it would have been a complete one.  Suddenly I was in control of my body again and I pushed my upper body away from hers.

 

Lucy lay there and in the flickering light from the stove, just outside her bedroom door, I could see her.  She made no attempt to dissuade me as I worked the too-small nighty higher until it was bunched around her throat.  Supporting myself with one outstretched arm I began to squeeze and stroke her breasts.  They were larger than I’d thought, two smooth hemispheres that stood out proudly from her chest.  Unlike Mrs. Haines’ huge, soft mammaries, Lucy’s were firm and springy and, for a minute or so, I played with them while I resumed a slow thrusting into her tight-fitting cunt.

 

“You did this to Esther, didn’t you?  Two years ago?”

 

“Yeah,” I admitted.  “But it’s better with you.”  I lowered my bare chest to hers, enjoying the feel of her full, hard-tipped breast-mounds as again I slipped my hand down to finger her pussy.

 

I guess Lucy had decided it was OK to continue.  She sort of wriggled her hips and bent her legs so that the warmth of her thighs embraced me.  I sank into her a bit deeper and felt the hardness of her cervix against the tip of my cock.  My mini-orgasm had relieved the immediacy of my need so I was able to fuck her compliant body slowly and savour the delightful, all-encompassing clasp of her ravished vagina on my tool.

 

“Are you gonna cum?”  My cousin was breathing hard as I fucked her and her hips were making little twitching jerks that more or less matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

 

“Hunh?. . Unh. . Cum?.. Unh. . Whaddya mean?”

 

I didn’t try to explain.  Her arms were around me again, holding me closer, her hands clutching my bottom and instinctively urging me to greater speed.  The bedsprings squeaked and protested as I increased the tempo of my thrusts and Lucy was panting and gasping in a way that answered my question.  Remembering what my landlady had taught me I shifted higher on my cousin’s body so that as I thrust my shaft was sliding over her clit. 

    

Lucy lifted her legs higher then and, as I sank even deeper into her my achingly swollen balls nestled in the crevice between her lush ass cheeks and it all added the last nudge to take me over the top.  I felt the burning heat of my orgasm paralyzing my loins and I heard my cousin’s breathless grunts as I hammered her with short, fierce strokes.  The rush began as the tight softness of her inner flesh clung excitedly to my staff and, with a loud grunt, I ground against her hips and erupted hotly into the inner depths of her virgin cunt.

 

As my cock jumped and bucked in the elastic constraints of Lucy's vagina, her hips suddenly surged up at me and I felt the sharp pain as he nails raked my back. For just a moment, her legs rose and she jerked and bucked under me with short, little surges as I spurted hotly into the soft, secret confines of my cousin's snatch.

 

I slumped down heavily on her, guilt-stricken by what I had done. Would she tell? Would she berate me? What was she going to do? I felt the little twitches and jerks of her broad hips under mine and was vaguely conscious of her laboured, sighing breathing. For a minute, probably less, I remained cradled between her wide flung thighs, my cock soaking in the flooded depths of her cunt.

 

"Joseph? You'd better go to your room?"

 

I went but I'm not sure if that's what she wanted. Next day she said nothing and, to this day, we've never mentioned what happened. Now, with hindsight and experience, I rationalize that she wanted it as Much as I did and I suspect that, had I known enough, we would have continued that night. It's probably best that I didn't know

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