Author: Tod Naturlich Title: Cousins Part: 11 Summary: Your family goes every Sunday to your grandparent's house, a boring endeavor until your little cousins show you there are more things to do. The problem now is you can't stop. Keywords: mf gi 1st cons inc cous impreg Language: English ===== Cousins ===== *** Breakup *** In the afterglow of your climax you managed to kept your mind from wandering, simply enjoying the pleasure of being mated to Diane, of her body weight over you, the heat of her body and the tightness of her pussy, even if she was sobbing next to your ear. Soon, though, the weight of your guilt began to surface once more, and you wondered if you had not just made things worse. "Do you..." you softly asked, unable to remain quiet any longer, "*want* to have a baby?" Diane sobbed a bit before answering, at least it appeared the worse of her tears had passed. "Sometimes," she softly admitted, "I kinda want to know what is like to feel it grow inside me, to see my belly swell with life, it feel like... a miracle... that a new life can grow inside me," she paused, and you could feel her pussy gently pulsing around your soft member, enough to make it start to grow again, "but then I realize I can't take care of a baby, that I would have to leave school, get a job flipping burgers, and even then mom would be the one having to work even more to take care of things, and I fear I might... *hate* him for it..." she tightened her hug on you at that, and you feared she would start to cry once more, "I'm sorry to dump all this on you, it's not your fault," she finished. "It is!" you suddenly cried out, unable to bear the guilt any more, "you said you didn't wanted to have sex, and I still did it!" you continued, tears leaving your eyes, "and I hurt you, and you forgave me, but then... then you... you got pregnant," you were having trouble breathing, but you had to get it out your chest, "and you didn't... you didn't blame me. Why didn't you tell it was me?" "There, there," she said as she hugged you. You wanted to tell her more, that you had done thing with your other cousins, that you hadn't thought about her since then, but all you could do was bawl while Diane tenderly hugged you. Finally your tears reduced themselves to sobs, "are you feeling better?" she asked, still on top of you, her warm body giving you comfort, your limp penis having left her tight hole without either of you noticing. You nodded, and it was true. Even if crying had solved nothing, even if you had not say even a fraction of what you had to, you felt better. Her hug made you feel better, knowing she didn't hate you made you feel better. "To answer your question," she continued, "I'm in enough trouble as it is, if I had tell mom it was yours... I might be on my way to a convent for raping my cousin." "You didn't raped me!" you quickly stated, you almost wanted to say *you* had, but that wasn't true either, as guilty as you felt, you couldn't say that first encounter had been rape in any way. "I know, I know," she assured you, "but I'm older, I shouldn't have let things get out of control, so in the end is my responsibility, so it's true, it wasn't your fault, and I'm sorry I dumped all this on you." You weren't sure how to respond to that. On a level it was easy to accept her words and ease your burden, but you felt that was an easy way out, something you shouldn't take. "So you... don't hate me?" you asked. "No, of course not," she quickly said, "I mean, I was angry and afraid when I found out I was pregnant, and I wanted to punch you... but, I realized you did nothing I didn't wanted you to do and, well, I *really* enjoyed what we did back then... and right now, so no, I don't hate you at all." "So... that means we can... do this again?" you asked. Feeling your fears recede was having an effect on your cock, and having her naked body on top of you, her nipples rubbing your chest and your hands caressing her naked back was making your erection return. Diane lifter her head to look at you. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, but she actually had a smile on her face. She turned to look at the clock besides her bed. "You do realize after I had the... procedure, we won't be able to, ever again, right?" she asked, "It would be hard to explain another baby with mom keeping me locked up in my room." You nodded, the sadness of not being with her softened by her clear willingness to have sex with you again right then. "So I can't *take care* of you after the... procedure?" you joked. "Don't tempt me," she said, lowering her lips on yours. The kiss was very salty from all your tears, and yet it was one of the best ones you had experienced, like a balm to your bruised soul. You didn't even try to violate the kiss with your mouth, but let Diane's in when she pressed it against your lips. You moved your hands down her body, caressing her back, her hips and finally her buttocks, this was another area where Diane completely outclassed Ann or Aura, her butt was full and tight, firmer than her breasts but oh so very nice on your hands. You wondered why you hadn't grabbed it before, as Diane started moaning when your hands massage it. You also pulled it towards your erection, that had completely recovered by now, trying to find the hole that had given you so much. "Wait," said Diane when your tip finally touched her groin, breaking the kiss, "since this is probably the last sex I'll have in, like, forever, I want to try something," she said, climbing out of you, and lying on the bed, face down, with a pillow under her belly, so her hips and ass were a bit raised and her legs opened wide behind her, "now put it in while you hug me from behind," she said, "I read about this in a magazine, it's supposed to be great." You weren't sure about that, but you moved behind her, your eyes drawn to her raised buttocks. In that position her asshole was clearly visible, and it looked weirdly appealing there, nothing dirty like you had imagine, but just a wrinkle of pink skin. Underneath that was her pussy, the lips opened and a few red spots still marking her deflowering. Her actual hole was right in the middle, and even as you looked, her movements pushed a big drop of white cum out, the thick substance hanging for a bit before sliding down over her clit, hanging there a moment and finally dropping on the pillow. You weren't sure why, but witnessing that was hot as hell. Perhaps it was the knowledge that your stuff was still inside her, or that it was the same stuff that was now forcing your baby to grow in her womb. Perhaps it was the thought that you had just bathed your would-be baby with the same stuff. In any case, that sight made your already hard cock even harder, and you wasted no time in lining up to her and pushing inside, forcing another dollop of your stuff back inside her, where it belonged. You both moaned as you entered her. And she expressed her pleasure when your arms found her breasts as you hugged her, your whole body on top of her. The position was weird, the way her body intertwine with yours was very different than when you were face to face. You could feel the softness of her buttocks on your lower belly, and the way her back arched when you pushed inside rubbed your chest. Your hands had a very easy time groping her boobs and the nape of her neck was just begging for you to kiss it. Besides all that, your cock was being handled in a completely different way. If you thought a vagina was just a tight and wet passage you had been sorely mistaken. Entering from behind showed you it had a whole lot of turns and textures, apparently designed to make you feel even better. You had thought you wouldn't be able to get as far in with her buttocks on the way, but soon found that your balls were happily slapping against her clit, as it was very easy to piston your hips in and out of her quickly with just a slight movement on your part. "Yes! go deeper! just like that!" encouraged you Diane as your moments began to quicken. "Want me to tell you how I want to put a baby in you again?" you asked between moans to her ear, remembering your previous encounter. Back then that had been almost enough to made you stop, but now, after crying on her shoulder and being reassured she didn't hate you, it somehow seemed like a nice thing. "Only if you want," answered Diane, her speech interrupted by your thrusts. You weren't sure, but her pussy seemed to clench you even harder at that. "I want to, I really do," you said, slowing a bit to make sure you entered as far as you could each time, "I want to make your belly big with my baby," you said, puncturing each word with a hard thrust inside her, "I want your boobs to grow big and give milk," you added, fondling her breasts, trying to find her hard nipples to caress them. "What about school, my life?" asked Diane, her pussy contracting and pulling your member in. "I don't care!" you said, amazed at your own conviction, "I'm gonna cum inside and made you a mother, and then I'm gonna come back and do it again!" you said, feeling your climax approaching. "Yes! do it!" cried out Diane under you as your hips started moving almost on their own, going as fast as you could as your balls got ready to fill her already pregnant womb with your seed, "put a baby in me! make me pregnant, fill me up!" You weren't sure, but you could swore you both came at the same time, your cousin's pussy squeezing you while you shot a second dose of baby batter into her womb. Even if it was your second climax in a short time, and had been much less powerful than the first one, it had felt so much better. This time as you snuggled on top of your cousin in the afterglow you weren't just trying to use the pleasure to hold the pain at bay, you could actually enjoy the feelings of closeness to the girl you had just inseminated. "Wow, I'm gonna miss that," said Diane under you, her body still trembling, even as your cock exited her stuffed hole. "I could... I mean, we could try to do it again," you said into her ear, really wishing you could continue to do this for ever and ever, "I could pretend to come play with Rodri and find some time to---" "No," she cut you, moving so you had to roll away from her, "I have to put an end to this here," she said, turning and looking at you, "it's not that I don't like it, or that I would probably end up pregnant again within a week," she explained, her face showing the effort saying those words had on her, "but it's *wrong*. You're my little cousin, I can't do this to you." with that she lowered her eyes, and then, finding the sheets, started to cover herself. "But... you're not doing anything to me," you complained, "I love this, and we can be careful, I can get condoms, or something---" "That's exactly what I'm doing to you," she again interrupted you, caressing your face with a hand, the other holding the sheet in place, completely hiding her naked state, "we can't be together, you have to find someone special to do this with, someone you can take out on dates, and kiss in public, and who *will* have your babies," she explained while her fingers wiped the tears that once more filled your eyes, "and be sure to always wear protection with her, for her parents might not be as cool as mine about it." "So... never again?" you asked, your throat threatening to close on the words. "Never again." she sentenced, and somehow it seemed to be harder on her than on you. "Can I at least touch the... baby, once more?" you asked, not really knowing why. "I guess," she agreed, moving the sheet aside to reveal her tummy. You also got a glimpse of her pussy, glistering with your cum, but your hand moved over her belly, to press down until you felt a little hard ball in there. "I can feel it," you said, smiling. "Once mom lets me out and I'm ready to be a mom, I'll let you feel it again, Ok?" You nodded, your hand still on her belly while your tears clouded your vision. Somehow you found yourself hugging Diane as you both shed the last of your tears. You wondered how you could cry so much, in so little time, for so many different reason, and with so many different feelings. This tears weren't of fear or guilt, not even completely of sadness, they were almost tears of gratitude for what your cousin had shared with you, and how she had cleaned a wound you hadn't even realize you had, that had grown infected. "As much as I love having a shoulder to cry, I think we should clean up, I don't want mom to ground me for the rest of my life," said Diane, moving away from your arms. You just nodded, not really knowing what to do, "Go take a quick shower, I'll tidy up here, and when mom returns, we'll say you came to see how I was and I barfed on you, Ok?" she said, even as she hurried to pick up your clothes and the bedsheets. You spent the shower and the time after that helping Diane with the washing machine and making sure no trace of your activities remained, but that was just mechanical. Inside you were replaying how your cousin had been able to stop what you were doing with her will alone, just because she knew it was wrong and as the older one she took responsibility. She didn't know, but you were in exactly the same situation. What you were doing with Ann was wrong, you knew it, and you were the older one, so it would have to be *your* responsibility to stop it, no matter how much you wanted to continue, or how much it would hurt you and her to stop. And it really hurt, even thinking about it hurt, but you also had a new determination to do it, before things would get out of control.