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 Shelly and Matt (Mf-teen, inc, cons, rom)

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   Shelly and Matt

   By SpectreOfHell

   It was, in Shelly's opinion, the most boring party she'd ever gone to.
There was no one there even close to her age, just adults and little kids
running around making noise.  The food was bland and the music was driving
her nuts.  And it wasn't like anyone really wanted her around in the first
place.  The relatives had made all the expected comments about how much
she'd grown, about her becoming a "little woman," and now they ignored her.
No one even noticed when she went outside and found a quiet place in the
garden to sit.

   That was the good thing about Uncle Harry's house.  The house itself was
huge, and the grounds surrounding it were filled with cultivated trees,
hedges, and flower beds.  It was easy to disappear into the growth along
one path or another.  Shelly found a metal bench under a spreading chestnut
tree and leaned back into the shadows, wishing a cool breeze would come up.
She fanned the hem of her dress, wafting air between her thighs.  That part
of her anatomy, as usual, was hotter than any other.

   "Puberty sucks," she said aloud to herself.  She looked down at her
body, conflicted about what to truly think of the changes she'd undergone.
At thirteen, she had somewhat larger breasts than her friends, something
that the boys picked up on like dogs to a fire hydrant.  They didn't ache
anymore, thank goodness.  In fact, these days they felt good under even the
slightest touch.  She ran her hands over her chest lightly, shivering at
the sensations her own touch created.  Almost instantly, her nipples
hardened, clearly visible through the bra and the thin material of her
summer dress.

   That, naturally, led her to want to touch other parts of her body. 
Well, why not?  She was alone, after all.  It felt wicked to run her hands
over her thighs, pushing the hem of her dress up until her panties were
exposed.  She had nice legs, she mused, coltish and fair skinned like the
rest of her slim body.  Her eyes fell on the slippers her mother had made
her wear instead of the heels she'd picked out, and her mood soured.  Mom
still treated her like a little girl, and it just wasn't fair.  She was a
"little woman" after all.  Hell, she was ALL woman if her body had anything
to say about it.  She'd been masturbating for three years by then, after
all.

   The sound of boys' voices beyond the hedge made her shove her dress down
hastily, and she sat up alertly.  They were on a parallel path to hers, she
realized, and she relaxed.  "I can't believe she showed you her pussy,"
said a voice Shelly recognized.  That was her obnoxious cousin Carl,
fifteen years old and a total pervert.  She'd caught him trying to peep
through the keyhole while she was peeing only a few hours ago.  The other
voice, though, that one made the hairs on her arms stand up.

   "You talk like you've never seen a pussy," Matt said to Carl, just on
the other side of the hedge.

   Matt.  Shelly shivered at the memory of her cousin.  He was as beautiful
as a man could get, even if he was only seventeen.  He wasn't on any sports
team, he didn't go around strutting, but he did have a quiet charm that
made all the girls swoon over him.  Not that he'd look twice at Shelly,
though.  She wasn't exactly the cheerleader type, and they were cousins,
after all.  But still, she dreamed of Matt, wonderful handsome Matt, and
fantasized about what his hands could do to her.  Among other parts of his
anatomy.

   "Yeah, but she just showed it to you," Carl was saying.  Shelly could
almost hear the little creep drooling.  "How'd you get her to do it?"

   "I didn't have to do anything," Matt said modestly.  "She just did it.
And it wasn't like it was all that great to look at."

   "Are you kidding?" Carl snorted.  "Any pussy is worth looking at."

   "You've got it all wrong, man," Matt said.  Their voices were just on
the other side of the hedge now, and Shelly slumped in her seat even though
the boys couldn't see over or through the growth.  Matt said, "You can't
think of it as seeing pussy.  The pussy belongs to the girl.  You got to
treat them like a person."

   Carl laughed.  "How many girls have you fucked that way?" he asked.

   "Plenty," Matt said, angry now.  "More than you, you fat virgin."

   "Fuck you," Carl said.  Shelly could hear him stomping away.

   Matt called after him, "No thanks, faggot!" Shelly snickered and prayed
Matt hadn't heard.

   So, she mused.  Matt wasn't a virgin.  Just the idea of him on top of
some girl, sliding his prick into her, made Shelly hot.  She knew she
should feel jealous, but she didn't.  Her pussy tingled, and she pressed
the fabric of her dress between her thighs as she envisioned what Matt's
face must have looked like as he came, as he filled some girl with his
cream.

   The bushes rustled making Shelly jump again.  She sat up quickly,
smoothing out her dress.  Matt appeared around the corner of the path,
hands in his pockets, eyes on the ground.  Shelly felt her heart thumping
loudly in her chest.  He was a god.  He was so beautiful it made her want
to...to...

   He noticed her suddenly and came to a quick halt.  "Oh, Shelly," he
said. "What're you doing out here?"

   "Same as you I guess," she replied, managing to keep the excitement out
of her voice.  He'd remembered her name!  Well, that wasn't so odd, if she
thought about it.  They were cousins, after all.  But still...

   He gave her a lopsided grin.  "Too much family, eh?" he asked.

   "Yeah," she agreed.

   He nodded toward the bench.  "Can I sit there with you for awhile?"

   Shelly blinked.  "I guess," she said, and moved over for him.  She was
amazed at how calm she sounded.  Matt took his hands from his pockets and
parked himself on the bench next to her.

   "I can see why you picked this place," he said.  "Nice view."

   "Yeah," she said, looking out over the patch of garden in front of them.
"It is a nice view.  Quiet, too."

   "Beautiful," he said.  She glanced at him and found him looking at her.
She blushed and turned away quickly.  He laughed softly.  "Sorry," he said.

   "It's okay," she told him.

   "I shouldn't say things like that too you," he said.

   "Because I'm not beautiful and you're lying?" she asked.

   He chuckled again.  "No," he said.  "Because we're cousins."

   "It's okay to think I'm beautiful," she said.  "Even if we are cousins."
She was struggling to keep her emotions in check.  He thought she was
beautiful!  Was he actually flirting?

   "Thanks," he mumbled.  A moment later he added, "You are, you know."

   "What?"

   "Beautiful," he said.  He leaned against the arm of the bench, studying
her.  "Why don't you have a boyfriend yet?"

   "Who says I don't?" she retorted.

   "Do you?"

   "No," she said, and laughed.  "You want the job?" Oh god, she couldn't
believe she'd said that.

   Matt blushed a little.  She didn't know what to make of that.  He said,
"It's been awhile since I last saw you."

   He'd changed the subject.  Was that good or bad?  "About a year, I
guess," she said.

   "You changed a lot."

   "Good or bad?" she asked.

   He blushed again, deeper this time.  "Good," he said.  "Definitely good.
You've, ah...grown up."

   Shelly laughed and gestured to her chest.  "You mean these," she said.
She cupped them in her hands brazenly and added, "They're huge, aren't
they?"

   Matt stared briefly at her tits.  How could he not?  But then tore his
eyes away.  "I bet you get a lot of boys chasing you these days, huh?"

   "Not really," she said, slumping.  She felt embarrassed.  She was acting
like a fool.  "I mean, I don't know.  Boys only seem to want one thing. 
You know?"

   "Yeah, I know," he said.

   "But you're different," she offered.  "Right?"

   "Probably not," he said, grinning.  She laughed.  "What about you?" he
added.  "I bet girls are just as interested in sex as guys are."

   Shelly blushed, and the warmth spread all through her body setting off
sparks.  She started to protest, like any good girl should have, but the
devil got her tongue and she said, "Maybe." And it was Matt's turn to blush
a little.  His eyes dropped to her exposed knees.  Shelly almost reached
for the hem of her dress to tug it down and cover her legs, but she made
herself sit still.

   It was true, wasn't it?  Didn't girls have just as much sex drive as
boys?  It was the stupid rules of society that kept them from acting on it.
A boy could fuck as much as he wanted and he was just being a boy, but if a
girl did it then she was a slut.  Matt's eyes had moved to her breasts now,
and Shelly felt even more warm.  Her pussy was tingling and her nipples
were starting to stiffen.  Oh god!  She hoped he didn't see that.  Then his
eyes moved back to her face, found her looking at him, and his face turned
red.

   "Sorry," he said, looking away quickly.

   Afterwards, she wasn't sure what made her say it, but the words, "That's
okay.  I don't mind," just tumbled out of her mouth.

   Matt looked at her face again.  "But," he said and fumbled a bit.  "But
we're cousins."

   He didn't point out the age difference.  He didn't tell her she was too
young.  It was the fact that they were cousins that bothered him.  The
tingle in her pussy exploded into full arousal and she had to press her
thighs together.  "Jeeze, Matt," she said.  "It's not like we're gonna get
it on or something." But there was hope in her voice.

   What was wrong with her?  She couldn't honestly be flirting with her own
cousin?  But then again, why not?  He was handsome, he was nice to her, and
he turned her on.  If no one knew...

   "Matt?" she asked.

   "Yeah?" he answered, a little breathless.

   She put a hand lightly on his shoulder.  "Matt, do you think I'm
pretty?"

   "Of course you're pretty," he said instantly, no need to think about it.
Maybe he realized he should have hesitated because he looked away then and
an awkward silence fell between them.  Shelly made her decision between
heartbeats.  There was no way to know what could happen, or really what she
even wanted truly to happen.  But she couldn't leave this stupid party
without knowing.

   "So," she said, pushing out the words.  "Who was it?"

   "Who was who?" Matt said, turning back to her.

   "Who showed you her pussy?"

   Matt's jaw dropped, then he laughed.  He looked at the hedgerow behind
them.  "Oh, you heard that, huh?"

   "Hard not to."

   "Well, don't believe everything you hear," he said.

   "Come on," she teased.  "You can tell me.  Who showed you her pussy?"

   He gaped at her again.  "Do you talk like that all the time?"

   "For your information, I'm not a little girl, Matt," she said.  "I use
all kinds of words.  Pussy, fuck, shit, piss, cock..."

   "Whoa!" Matt said, laughing.  "Okay, I get it.  You're a woman, not a
little girl." And the sparkle in his eyes said he understood fully what
that meant.  "That was Carl being an ass.  I don't tell anyone about...you
know, stuff like that.  But he heard it from someplace else and wanted to
know."

   "Who was it?"

   "A gentleman never tells," Matt said.

   "But Carl knew," she insisted.  "Who was it?"

   Matt blushed.  "My sister, okay?" He seemed upset now.  Just a little
anyway.  "She isn't wearing panties today, and she flashed me.  Just
playing around, you know?"

   "Did you like it?" she asked.

   "She's my sister!"

   "Yeah, but did you like seeing her pussy?"

   "Jesus!" Matt ran a hand over his face.  Smirking, he said, "Yeah, I
kinda did.  She's shaved down there, you know."

   "You dog!" Shelly laughed, giving him a playful shove.  "Isn't that
incest?"

   "Well you know what they say," he replied.  "Incest is best!"

   They both laughed, but it was forced, as if they both suddenly realized
exactly what it was they were talking about.  Shelly leaned back, making
sure she pulled her palms over her lap just enough to hike her skirt up a
little more.  Matt's eyes were drawn irresistibly to her legs.

   "I'm not shaved, if that's what you're wondering," she said.  Matt
jerked his gaze to her face, blushing again.  Then he laughed.

   "We're cousins," he pointed out, getting right to the point.

   "You said it, though," she pointed out.  "Incest is best?"

   "That was a joke," he said, but he wasn't laughing.

   "Too bad," she teased.  Her heart was hammering in her chest.

   "Shelly," he began, then stopped.

   "What?"

   "Nothing."

   "Come on.  Say it."

   He licked his lips.  "I was just wondering," he said.  "I mean...what
would you do if...if..."

   "Yeah?"

   "If I tried to kiss you?"

   Silence hung heavy between them.  She could barely breathe.  She tingled
all over her body, and she wanted to grab him, to pull him to her, to...

   "Why would you want to?" she asked finally.  He shrugged, so she teased,
"You don't know why you'd want to kiss me?"

   "Of course I know, Shelly," he said.  "You're beautiful and...I..."

   "I wouldn't stop you," she blurted.

   "What?"

   "You heard me."

   He stared at her and licked his lips again.  Shelly thought her heart my
leap out of her chest.  This was wrong, so wrong, and yet it was exactly
what she had dreamed about, what she'd wanted.  Would he really do it?  Was
he just kidding around?

   "If anybody found out," he started.

   "I'll never tell," she said.  "Would you?"

   "No," he said quickly.

   "Well then," she said flatly.  She waited.

   Matt, for all his apparent confidence, didn't seem to know what to do
next.  This wasn't just any other girl, this was his cousin!  This wasn't
just making out in the garden, this was incest!  And yet Shelly had done
all she was brave enough to do to let him know she was ready for it,
willing to do it, wanting it to happen.  Finally Matt twisted on his seat,
turning toward her, lifting an arm to put it around her.  He hesitated
before touching her.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.

   "Goddamn it, kiss me already," she said in a fierce whisper.

   The dam burst.  Smiling, Matt leaned closer.  His strong hand gripped
her shoulder, his firm body leaned into her.  She felt his breath on her
face, fluttered her eyes closed, and tilted her head to accept him.  Then
his lips were on hers, soft and gentle, his tongue probing into her mouth,
and Shelly moaned softly as she threw her arms around him, accepting the
kiss and melting into him.

   It was, she decided later, the best kiss she'd ever had.  Even compared
to kisses that came later, it was supreme.  Partly because she'd wanted it,
had dreamed about it for so log, and partly because it was so forbidden. 
He was kissing her.  Handsome, sexy Matt was kissing her, holding her in
his arms, tasting her lips and her tongue.  When his hand slid up from her
hip to her side, she tensed, knowing what was next.  When his hand slid
over her breast, she gasped, breaking the kiss.  Matt pulled his hand away
quickly.

   "No!" she said.  "No, you can touch it.  Please."

   Confused, Matt carefully put his hand back over her breast.  They were
both staring at his hand, as if observing a delicate operation in progress.
He squeezed the firm roundness of her pert young breast, and she felt her
hard nipple pressing through the fabric of her dress into his palm.  She
groaned, he laughed softly in delight.  "You have nice tits," he said.

   "Do you want to see them?" she asked.  The words surprised her coming
from her mouth, but she meant them.

   "I'd love to," he said.  He looked around at the garden.  "But maybe
here isn't the best place."

   "I think I know a place," he said, rising.  "Come on." He offered his
hand and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet.  He towered over
her as they embraced again, reminding her just how young she was, how
virile a stud he was.  He smoothed hair from her face, smiling, and his
eyes shone like no other boy's ever had when they looked at her.  He wasn't
seeing a conquest or just any other girl.  He was really looking at her,
seeing her, the real her.  Looking back on it later she realized that was
the moment when she fell in love with him.

   Matt led her by the hand down the garden path until they reached the
open lawn beyond.  He pulled her to the side, just out of sight, embraced
her again and kissed her, bending over to do so while she rose on her toes.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.

   "Please stop asking that," she told him.  "Where are we going?"

   "On the top floor of the house there's a closet at the end of the hall,"
he said.  "At the back of the closet is a ladder that goes up to the attic.
We can be alone there and no one will know.  No one will hear us."

   She giggled.  He planned to be making noise?  It made her pussy even
wetter.  "Okay," she said.

   "You go on up first, and I'll come along after a few minutes," he said.
"Okay?"

   "Okay," she said again.  He kissed her again, then he gave her a gentle
shove out of the garden.  Shelly hurried across the lawn, feeling as if
everyone must be looking at her, knowing what she'd already done and what
she planned to do.  But no one looked at her, and for once her anonymity
worked to her advantage.  Five minutes later, she was climbing the hidden
ladder into the attic.

   It was a bit dusty here, and it was cluttered.  It looked as if someone
had been here many times plundering, exploring and playing with the things
they found.  There were trunks filled with antiques and bobbles, several
pieces of furniture, and one window high on the far wall allowing just
enough sunlight through to illuminate everything.  But, she noticed, there
was no place for a couple to sit and make out.

   Shelly wondered if Matt was hoping for more than just making out.  Her
breast still tingled where he'd touched her.  She imagined his hands on her
bare skin, between her legs and inside her panties...yeah, she wanted that.
She wanted to go as far as he would take her.

   With that in mind, she got to work.  By the time she heard someone
coming up the ladder, she had used old blankets to make a thick pallet on
the floor.  She kicked off her shoes and lay down on the blanket on one
hip, holding herself up provocatively.  Matt's head appeared through the
trapdoor, and when he saw her he burst into a wide smile.  "Sorry it took
so long," he said.

   "It's okay," she told him.  He climbed through and closed the trapdoor
behind him.  Then he pulled a trunk over on top of it.  There was no lock,
and that would give them privacy.  Shelly shivered.  Matt towered over her,
looking down and smiling.  Then he lay on the blanket next to her, his hand
going to her hip to pull her closer.  She giggled as their bodies pressed
together.  Then he was kissing her again, and any thought about consequence
vanished.

   His hand slid up her side and onto her breast again, the one he hadn't
touched before.  She moaned into his mouth and clutched at him.  His kisses
moved quickly to her neck.  No boy had ever kissed her neck before, and
Matt was very good at it.  Every caress of his lips sent shivers racing
through her.  His hand slid down to her hip, then a little lower.  She knew
what he was going to do, and by then she welcomed it.  He slid lower onto
the bare flesh of her leg, then slipped under the hem of her dress.  As she
slid his hand up her thigh, he pushed the dress up at the same time, until
his hand rested on her hip again.

   His lips moved to her chest, to the tops of her breasts.  Shelly lay
back, groaning.  This was moving too quickly!  All she'd wanted was to kiss
him, to let him feel her...

   Well, wasn't that what he was doing, she asked herself?  His hand
caressed both her thighs, pushing her dress up to expose her pale blue
panties.  "You have sexy legs," he told her.

   "Really?" she asked.

   "Yeah," he said.  "I've thought they were sexy for a long time."

   Considering her age, that might have disturbed her, but it didn't.  He'd
been watching her for a long time, probably longer than she'd been
fantasizing about him.  That made this moment even more perfect in her
eyes. His hand moved to the front of her panties.  She moaned and parted
her legs, wanting him to touch her.

   He was feeling how warm she was there, how moist her panties had become.
The odor of her arousal drifted to her nostrils so she knew he had to be
smelling it too.  He grunted and nibbled at her neck again, then her
earlobe, then put his lips over hers again just at the same moment he
pressed his fingers into the slit of her pussy through the fabric of her
panties.  Shelly arched her back and cried out into his mouth.

   It was clear that Matt was losing control.  His hand trembled as it
pressed against her crotch.  He fumbled a bit getting his fingers into the
leg opening of her panties, then he pulled the fabric aside so that he
could reach her lips directly.  She hadn't lied, she didn't shave herself,
but she didn't have a whole lot of hair down their either.  There was a
tuft of curly pubes above her slit, and finer hairs moving down the outside
of her labia, but the lips of her pussy were still smooth and bare, and as
Matt now discovered, they were swollen and distended, wet and hot from her
arousal.

   The first touch of his fingers between the folds of her pussy nearly
made her cum.  The sheer taboo aspect of the act, the fact that she was
with her dream lover and he was touching her, that his were the first
fingers other than her own to touch her pussy like that...she was thrilled
beyond words.  Matt shifted his position so that he was more over her, so
that he could bring his other hand into play.  He squeezed her breasts,
using his thumb to rub her hard nipples through her dress.  His hand
between her legs moved to cup her pussy entirely, and she felt a finger
start to probe into her.

   Shelly arched her back, lifting her hips, wanting that penetration. 
Matt's finger plunged into her deeply to the last knuckle, surprising him.
She had no hymen to stop him.  If she thought that the absence of a cherry
would upset him, she'd been wrong.  He smiled broadly at her.  His finger
curled inside her and hit a nerve cluster she hadn't known existed.  She
cried out and clutched at his arms, spreading her legs even wider,
surrendering to him.

   His finger pumped in and out of her, each time curling at the deepest
penetration to hit that special spot, and within minutes she was crashing
over the edge.  "Matt!" she gasped at him.  "Matt!"

   "Go ahead," he whispered.  "Cum for me, Shelly.  Cum."

   She exploded.  It was the first time she'd had an orgasm from fingers
that weren't her own, and she was in heaven.  She thrashed and flung her
arms wide, wanting to embrace the universe as the start danced behind her
closed eyelids and hot flashes of lightning streaked down her spine.  Matt
held onto her, helping her ride out the storm, letting his lips caress hers
when it was almost over, when the breath was returning to her lungs and the
world stopped moving beneath her.  "I love you," he whispered.

   Her eyes flew open.  Had he really spoken, or had she imagined it?  He
smiled, his eyes searching hers, but she didn't dare speak.  He seemed to
understand, and his mouth moved to her neck, his tongue licking her skin
and making her moan again.  Then he was sliding down her body.  She had
expected him to mount her.  To put his cock into her body and seek his own
release.  That was what boys wanted, and for the first time she was
prepared to accept that, to allow it.  But he wasn't mounting her.  He
kissed her breasts through the fabric of her dress, then he moved lower
quickly, planting more kisses on her thighs.  He kissed her knees and her
ankles, he kissed the tops of her feet and her toes.  He nibbled his way
back up, sliding his hands along her legs as he did so.

   He grasped her panties by the waistband and tugged.  Shelly obediently
pushed her butt up off the floor, allowing him to slide the garment down
her legs.  She lifted her feet to let him remove it entirely, and when she
lowered her legs again she allowed them to splay slightly.  The air was
cool against her soaking pussy, and she knew he could see it.  For the
first time, she wasn't the slightest bit embarrassed to have a boy looking
at her pussy.  No, this was no boy.  Matt was a man.  A real man, and it
was a man's hands that slid over her legs, that put slight pressure on her
knees to push her legs wider, and a man's hands that probed at the soft
lips of her cunt.  He spread her labia wide, exposing the dark pink
insides, and she shivered when he licked his lips.  His eyes met hers again
and held that gaze as he lowered his face.

   No.  He wasn't really going to...but he was.  She felt his breath on her
pussy, rustling through her pubes, cool against the moisture she was
secreting.  "Matt!" she gasped, laying a hand on his head to stop him.  But
she didn't want him to stop.  She was simply afraid that he would taste her
and be repulsed, that he would leave without finishing.  He could sense
that she was hesitant, but he had no qualms.  He nuzzled against her pussy,
his cheeks pressed to her inner thighs.  When his tongue came out and
touched her labia, Shelly arched her back and cried out.  She quickly
slapped a hand over her mouth to silence herself as his tongue pushed
between her lips, delved deeply into her, and his lips quivered around her
clitoris.

   "Mmmm," he said, obviously delighted by her flavor.  Shelly drew her
legs back so that her feet were flat on the floor and let her knees fall
outward, spreading herself even more for him.  Both her hands flew down to
cradle his handsome face, and he gazed up over her belly as he
french-kissed her pussy.  He closed his lips and sucked her juices, he
nibbled her clit delicately with his teeth, he swirled his wiggling tongue
through her juices.  Finally he raised his head to smile at her.  Her
juices coated his lips and face, and he smiled broadly as he told her, "You
taste so good, Shelly."

   "Oh god," she groaned, delirious.  He resumed licking her, moving his
tongue up to swirl around and around her engorged clit.  His finger probed
into her again, curling this time to press against the nerve cluster behind
her clitoris.  She'd read about that.  Her so-called g-spot.  And the
stories were true.  It was as if he were touching her soul.  Ecstasy roiled
through her like thunderclouds.  She threw her head back and moaned loudly,
no longer caring if someone heard or if someone found out.  She'd found
heaven in this man's embrace and she loved him.  God, how she loved him. 
She lifted her legs and rested her heels on his shoulder blades, urging him
onward.  Matt devoured her, drinking the juices that flowed from her,
making wet sounds with his fingers in her pussy.  She came like a bomb,
screaming as every muscle in her body contracted and her pussy clamped down
on his wiggling fingers.  She squeezed his face with her thighs as she
gasped his name over and over, adding, "I love you!" with each gasping
breath.

   Just as her orgasm subsided, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them
with his tongue.  She'd become wetter than she'd ever been in her life. 
She thought she might have peed herself when she came, but the delighted
sounds Matt made as he drank everything he could told her that it was all
juice.  It was her cum.  Her woman's cream.  As his tongue wiggled into
her, his finger probed her asshole.  Her juices had coated that, and his
slick finger slid easily into her.  She was too relaxed to resist, and she
was glad for that, because it was incredible.  She'd always thought of anal
sex as dirty, as something that couldn't possibly be enjoyable, but his
finger wiggling into her rectum felt impossibly good.  She had just cum,
and already she felt herself creaming again.  He drank it all happily,
fucking her ass with his finger and her pussy with his hot tongue.

   Finally she pushed him weakly away, spent for the moment.  He crawled up
beside her and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices.  At any other
time, she might have recoiled from his sticky face, but now she kissed him
eagerly, delighted by her own flavor on his lips and tongue.  "I love you,"
he whispered again.

   "But...we're cousins," she whispered back, as if in argument.

   He laughed.  "So?" he asked.  "How do you feel?  How do you really
feel?"

   "Oh god, Matt," she said, pulling herself more tightly to him.  "I love
you.  I really do.  I want you."

   "I want you too," he said, kissing her.

   "I want you inside me," she said when the kiss broke.  "Please?  I want
you to be my first."

   He looked confused.  "Your first?" he asked.  "I thought..."

   "I lost my cherry when I was a little girl," she said.  "I fell on my
bike and bled...well, you know.  But I've never had sex before."

   "And you really want me to be your first?" he asked.

   "More than anything."

   "Even though it's incest?" he asked.

   She nodded.  "Please," she said, gathering her courage to say the words.
"Fuck me.  Fuck me, Matt."

   Matt groaned and kissed her hard.  Then he pulled away from her to stand
up.  She could only watch, numb and thrilled, as he opened his pants and
took them off.  His boxers went down next, exposing his cock to her eyes
for the first time.  She'd seen other cocks before, had held them and
petted them, but his was beautiful.  It was special.  She struggled to sit
up as he stepped closer.  Her hand curled around his hot shaft, not even
able to get fully around his girth.  How would that ever fit inside her? 
She stroked him, knowing how boys liked it.  But, she decided, this wasn't
a boy's cock, it belonged to a man, and a man deserved more than a stroke.

   Shelly gathered her legs beneath her so that she was kneeling, and that
put her just high enough for what she wanted.  Matt groaned as he watched
her open her mouth.  She licked the tip of his cock, tasting the precum
leaking from him.  It was salty, but she liked it.  She'd never sucked a
cock before, but she'd read about it, and she took the head of his cock
between her soft lips delicately, allowing her tongue to probe his piss
hole.  Matt shivered and moaned, he lay his hands on her head
encouragingly. She took more into her mouth, inch after inch, swirling her
tongue against his shaft, tasting him, loving his flavor.  He was musky and
though his cock was hard it was soft at the same time, his skin smooth and
velvety as it slid over her tongue.

   "Shelly," he moaned.  "You have to stop.  I might cum in your mouth."

   She stopped long enough to say, "It's okay.  You can cum in my mouth if
you want to." She could hardly believe those words had just come from her
mouth, but she knew she meant it.  She would be thrilled to feel his cock
pulsing in her mouth, to feel his hot sperm splashing against the back of
her throat.

   "I don't want to cum in your mouth this time," he moaned.  "I want to
cum inside you."

   Shelly shivered.  "Okay," she said, letting his cock fall from her
mouth, drooling saliva.  She lay back again, spreading her legs, trembling.
They had no condom.  It didn't matter.  Shelly had been on the pill for six
months.  It was for her skin and to regulate her monthly, but she was so
glad for it at that moment.  Matt knelt in front of her, looming above her.
Shelly spread her legs as wide as she could and held her arms open wide for
him.  He settled above her, keeping all his weight off her, and kissed her.
He moved closer, and she felt the tip of his organ brush against the lips
of her pussy.  She moaned into his mouth.

   Matt scooted closer until her thighs were draped over his.  She watched,
shaking, her hands clutching her dress, as he reached between them with one
hand.  He guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, rubbing it through
her slit a few times to pick up moisture.  "I'm glad your cherry's gone,"
he said.  "This won't hurt you."

   She wasn't so sure.  His cock was a monster.  He pushed forward,
pressing the head of his cock between her labia.  She felt pressure, almost
painful, as his cock began to stretch her.  But mostly it felt wonderful.
She felt his presence above her, felt his manhood entering her, felt her
pussy swallowing him, her body accepting him, and it was divine.  She
lifted her legs and dug her heels into his hips.  "Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded vigorously.

   "Don't stop," she begged.  He pushed a little harder.  His cock really
was huge compared to her young pussy, but it felt like a homecoming.  That
was where his cock belonged, inside her and no one else.  He grunted and
pulled back a fraction, began to churn his hips.  He was working into her
slowly, a fraction at a time, filling her.  Shelly moaned in delight as she
felt her labia sucking at him as he withdrew, and felt her pussy expand as
he stroked forward.  She'd used fingers on herself, a hair brush, even a
candle once, but nothing had ever been that thick or that wonderful.  He
was steel hard, and yet that stiffness was coated with rubbery softness and
filled with vibrant heat.  He was a vital presence above her, and she
wanted to be mated with him more than she'd ever wanted anything.

   He moaned again and pushed hard.  He had half his cock in her now, and
when he began moving back and forth, she moaned too.  This was it.  He was
fucking her.  She was fucking.  Each time he pushed forward he would grunt,
digging a little deeper into her body.  She was wrapped around him,
engulfing him, and the more of him she had inside her the more complete she
felt.  "Oh god, Shelly," he moaned.

   "Matt, Matt," she grunted back at him, her body shaking each time he
thrust into her.  He shifted more weight to his knees and moved his hands
to her hips.  He pulled her body onto his cock as forcefully as he thrust
forward.  She yelped, but it wasn't in pain.  There were little explosions
going off in ever nerve cluster of her body, especially concentrated where
their bodies were joined.  He pumped quickly, back and forth, pressing into
her, and suddenly she felt the tip of his cock strike something deep inside
her.  He'd bottomed out in her pussy.  She was completely full of him.

   He paused them, panting, staring into her eyes.  "You're not a virgin
anymore," he said.

   She laughed.  "Nope," she agreed.  He eased back and plunged in again.
Her tight pussy was milking him, and she was so wet that their union was
making erotic squelching sounds in their crotches.  He banged into her
cervix again.  It hurt a little, but the pain only intensified the pleasure
he created within her.  He fucked her slow and deep and hard, his body
shaking as he squeezed her by the hips and she dug her heels into his
sides. She grunted, feeling orgasm starting to sweep over her once again.
"Fuck me, Matt," she groaned.  "Fuck me forever."

   "Oh god, I love you so much," he moaned, shaking.  She knew he was
close, and she wanted to cum with him.  Fighting off her orgasm made it
sweeter, sharper.  He banged into her cervix again.  She pulled tightly
with her legs, wanting every inch of him in her.  He fucked her hard,
banging stroke after stroke, his eyelids fluttering.  "I'm gonna cum!" he
hissed.  "Shelly!"

   "Cum inside me, Matt!" she squealed at him.  "It's okay!  Cum in my
pussy!"

   Matt cried out loudly.  He dove into her sharply and she felt his cock
swelling, pulsing.  The first hot splash of his sperm filling her was a
surprise and a delight.  She cried out with him and exploded, her body
shaking violently, her legs tightening around him.  He thrust into her
again and again, pumping his seed into her.  He crashed against her cervix
again and this time the head of his cock managed to pass through it.  The
last inch of his cock was inside her, their crotches flush together, his
heavy balls resting against her asshole.  He came harder, his sperm jetting
directly into her womb.  Shelly screamed as the most powerful orgasm of her
life consumed her.  She blacked out momentarily, and when she came to she
was still in the throes of orgasm.  Matt thrust again and again, giving her
every ounce of fluid he had, so much that it ran back out of her and
dripped from his balls.

   He sagged, finally spent, and she collapsed beneath him.  He lay over
her, kissing her feverishly, and she welcomed his weight upon her body. 
She ran her hands up and down his back and caressed the backs of his thighs
with her feet.  "I love you, Shelly," he whispered.  "I'm not just saying
that, you know."

   "I know," she said, smiling.  "I love you, too." A moment later she
added, "When can we do this again?"

   He laughed and rose up so he could look into her eyes.  "Whenever you
want to, lover," he said.

   She smiled up at him.  Yes, she'd fuck him again and again before this
reunion was over.  She'd let him fuck her in the ass, and she'd drink his
cum, and she'd do anything for him.  Incest or not, they belonged together,
and nothing was going to stop that.  "When the reunion is over..." she
began.

   "Then I'll be coming to visit you every weekend," he said.  "My college
is only three hours from where you live, you know."

   Shelly giggled in delight.  His cock had slipped from her pussy,
softening, and a torrent of his cum followed it.  "We need to get cleaned
up I guess," she said.  "And then..."

   "And then?" he prompted.

   "And then we get dirty all over again!" she laughed.  He laughed with
her, and they tumbled into each other's arms.

  
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