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 Title: Cloudless Days


Summary: Erin and Kyle find love despite being cousins.


Keywords: inc,fic



   It rains hardest on a cloudy day.

   Basically, situations are only going to get worse even if they look
bleak.

   I always found Erin's favorite phrase a little out of place for her.  My
cousin is the type of girl that everyone wants to be friends with.  She's
cheerful, outgoing, and completely crazy...in a good way.  For her to have
such a pessimistic saying always struck me as strange, but I can't deny the
truth in that Confucianism.  Especially not now.

   Yesterday, I totally got my dick slammed into a door...figuratively not
literally (so I guess it could be much worse).  After weeks of teasing and
playful groping, I assumed Hannah was ready for the next step.

   It began simply.  During faculty meetings, Hannah would wink at me or
she would make a comment as we passed each other in the hallways.  Being
one of the few men working as a teacher at an elementary campus means I
receive these kinds of advances from coworkers quite a lot.  After all, I
am twenty-four and rather decent looking while the other two men on campus
are a sixty-two year old coot and a perverted middle aged guy who's
probably hit on everything that can fog a mirror.  Like I said, flirting is
something I am used to by now, but Hannah's was different.

   For one thing, she is about the same age as me and unmarried.  If you
have never worked in a school, you wouldn't understand how odd that is.  On
another note, Hannah is sexy...drop dead sexy.  When she first pinched my
butt as I stood in the teacher's lounge before work, I thought I had to be
mistaken.  There was no way a girl like her would do that to me!

   Then she gave me a wicked grin.

   Fast forwarding through an awkward week, I finally asked her to dinner
and was excited beyond belief when she accepted.  The last few weeks were
amazing.  The school year finished, I was dating a hot woman, and I had a
summer of fun to look forward to.  That's when the first storm cloud
appeared.

   I asked Hannah to dinner, the place we had our first date, but she
politely refused.  This happened off and on, but I didn't think a thing
about it.  That is, until yesterday rolled around.

   I took Hannah to a movie; one of those chick-flics that torments a man,
but he presses through in the hopes of getting a reward in return.  After
90 minutes of beach houses, drama with an overly sexed man, and rainy
reunions where the woman discovers the nice guy at her side was always her
true love, I allowed myself a deep breath of relief.  Taking Hannah's hand,
I walked her to her car and gave her a deep kiss.

   All was going well...or so I thought.

   "I don't want this night to end yet," I said in a whisper when our lips
parted.  "Want to go back to my place?"

   When I opened my eyes, Hannah was looking at me like I had sprouted a
pig's tail on top of my head.  "Kyle, you are an amazing guy, but..."

   There it was: the infamous but.  I had been hearing it for the last
seven years since my first girlfriend.  'Kyle, you are so nice and sweet
and caring, but...', 'Kyle, I wish all guys were like you, but...', or (my
personal favorite after last night):

   "-but I am seeing someone else and I don't think it would be fair to
them."

   Hannah was the one with a pig tail sprouting from her head now.  I
opened my mouth, and closed it again, not knowing what to say.

   She gave me her bright, perfectly sexy smile.  "Besides, this is just
for fun anyway, right?"

   Aaaannnndddd dick slammed in door...still figuratively.

   "Yeah...sure it is," I said quickly, my face turning a light shade of
red as I felt my felt my stomach drop.

   I made my exit, knowing I had made a mistake getting emotionally
attached so quickly.  As I drove home, I heard a thunderstorm roaring in my
ears while I watched the sunset in a clear Texas sky.

   It rains hardest on a cloudy day.

   We have reached the present.  I am lying on my futon I use as a couch,
eating mint chocolate chip ice-cream from the container, and thinking dark
thoughts as I watch Cillian Murphy get the crap beaten out of him by some
pretty nasty mobsters.

   "I know how you feel," I tell the black and blue Peaky Blinder as he is
rushed to the hospital.  Taking another large bite of ice-cream, I let out
a dejected sigh.  With the mood I'm in right now, this could go on a while.

   Bleep

   'I hope you are coming to the family reunion ;)'

   The text's from Erin of course.  I growl inwardly.  The last thing I
want to do is spend three days with second cousins and cousins three times
removed that I have no real connection with.  Sure, it would be fun to see
Erin and her sisters again, but it is a long drive to Middle of Nowhere,
South Texas.

   Bleep

   'I know you are trying to talk yourself out of it, Kyle'

   Bleep

   'but I always get my way'

   Bleep

   'come down to the dark side'

   I can't help but grin.  Since I started working, we rarely see each
other anymore except at Christmas; however, she still seems to know me
well. Looking at the half eaten gallon of mint ice-cream and the first
season of a show I've watched countless times, I realize the trip would do
me good.

   ***

   Stepping out of the car is like moving from a fridge to a sauna.  Texas
is not at all hospitable in mid-June when the sun is taking up half the sky
and the humidity is sitting on you like a ton of bricks.  After sitting for
six hours in an A-C'd car, my glasses seem about as agitated by the heat as
I am.  The lenses fog to the point of cloudy blindness as soon as I stand.
Despite the heat, I am glad to be out of my car and give myself a moment to
stretch.

   "Kyle!"

   I hear, but don't see Erin running toward me.  As she gets closer, I
notice the blur of her body.  I am about to take my glasses off when she
barrels into my chest, sending me staggering backward.

   "I didn't think you were coming," she said burying her head briefly into
my chest before looking up at me.

   That's right; I never sent a reply text.  Oops.

   "You always get your way, Erin," I reply.  She laughs.  It is a light
elfin sound that stirs up distant memories of summers spent together.

   "Can you even see through those?"

   "No," I give her a light squeeze...God, when did her breasts fill out so
much?  "But I am sure they protect me from seeing my horrendous cousin."

   Erin slaps me hard on the shoulder before reaching up and carefully
removing them.  I am glad my eyesight is still good enough to see the
picture of loveliness that stands before me.

   Erin is about four inches shorter than my six feet.  To be completely
honest, she isn't sensually attractive...she is beautifully simple.  Let me
explain myself better.  Erin usually never wears makeup.  Her steel grey
eyes don't need eyeliner or shadow to make them shine, her perky lips don't
require lipstick to make you dream of kissing them, and her lightly tanned
skin has no use for blush.  She is athletic instead of soft, forward
instead of reserved, and wears dark brown hair short instead of long.  Erin
is Erin, plain and simple.  In that, she is the loveliest creature I have
ever seen.

   Then my eyes drift further south, and I take an involuntary inward
breath.  Erin is wearing nothing but a black bikini with a matching pain of
bottoms.  All I can think is that I was right...her breasts really are
larger.  They swell outwards like two glorious peaks waiting to be claimed.

   What the hell am I thinking!

   Her breasts aren't too large though...

   Stop thinking this way!

   ...they are just about right for a handful.

   Oh, God, what the hell is wrong with...

   "See something you like?" Erin says in a sarcastic tone as she takes a
step back and slowly turns so I can see her entire body.

   I feel a blush rising up my neck, but decide to play it off.  "Just
wondering when my little cousin finally got past the cute Hello Kitty
one-piece suit she always seemed to wear."

   Erin gives me a pouty face, but it quickly turns into a bright smile as
she engulfs me in another bear hug.  "It's so good to see you again, Kyle!"

   "You too," I say genuinely.  "You are as refreshing as a cold Pepsi on a
summer day."

   Disappointingly, she disentangles herself from my arms and begins
walking toward the back of my car.  "You still drink that nasty stuff?  You
do realize that Dr.  Pepper is the only way to go."

   "Only for hicks," I say with a laugh, "and products of incest."

   Erin raises a quizzical brow.  "And what is wrong with products of
incest?"

   "I...uh..." What?

   Erin slowly runs her right hand down her left shoulder and across her
boob.  "Are you saying you would never find me attractive enough to ravage
me?"

   Blood is rushing to my lower extremities.  I turn and bend to press the
trunk button in the car so that my semi-erection isn't too noticeable.  For
once, I am almost glad to be average in that regard...almost.

   "You should see the look on your face!" Erin chuckles, opening the trunk
and grabbing the duffle bag.  "I thought you were going to bust a blood
vessel!"

   "Funny," I growl.

   As I move past her to grab my laptop bag, my hand shoots out
unexpectedly and gives Erin a hard smack on her ass.  She yelps, but I am
more distracted by the amazing firmness.  It must be all of the running she
does.

   "You going to let go," Erin smirks, "or are you going to grope me
longer?"

   "Oh...sorry," I say, quickly removing my hand as I turn a bright shade
of red.  Maybe this won't be as relaxing as I thought.

   "Don't worry," she says, lightly patting my shoulder as she moves past
with the duffle bag, "we're cousins.  I'll just have to get you back for
the spanking later when you're least expecting it."

   Erin's infectious laugh fills the air as she moves toward the house. 
What have I gotten myself into?

   I close the trunk and car door, after grabbing my laptop bag, and rush
after her.

   "Where're Aunt Lin and the twins?" I ask, walking up the gravel path to
the four bedroom home I had spent many summers in.  It, like the town,
hadn't changed a bit in the last twenty-four years.  My eyes were too busy
drinking in the swaying ass of Erin to pay too much attention to the old
home, however.

   "They went shopping about thirty minutes ago." She stopped abruptly,
causing me to bump into her.

   "Sorry."

   "You apologize too much." Erin giggles as I blush.  "I just thought
about it.  You had better text her that you will be staying here, or she
won't get enough food to fill up a big man like you."

   "Saying I'm fat?" I ask, playfully smacking my belly for emphasis.

   She snorts.  "If you're fat, then I am a hairless Chewbacca."

   Before I can make a wise-ass comeback, she lays a hand on my chest.  It
feels as if it is burning a hole through my button-down shirt.  Erin says
slowly, "I just wouldn't want all that work you put in at the gym to
disappear because of malnutrition."

   "Always the premed student, aren't you?" I reply, experiencing an odd
tightening of my chest.  "You noticed though?"

   "Of course," she said with a big grin.  "You used to be a skinny dweeb.
Now you are a slightly less skinny dweeb."

   "Thanks."

   Opening the door, she walks into the cool house.  "Come on.  We'll put
your stuff in the guest room for now."

   "Guest room?" I ask, doing mental math.

   "Briana and Jenny went back to sharing a room," she explains while we
continue moving through the house.  "Mom said they didn't have to, but they
are inseparable.  I swear that if they ever find a boyfriend while they're
in high school, they will probably share him too."

   "Lucky man."

   Erin gives me a withering look.  "Typical male response."

   "Sorry."

   "And stop apologizing all the time," she orders, tossing my duffle on
the full sized bed of the guest room.

   "Sorry."

   Erin rolls her eyes dramatically.  "I'm going to jump in the pool.  Get
some shorts on and join me."

   Before walking out, she takes my glasses from wear she clipped them to
her top and slides them on my face.  "Thanks," I mumble meekly as the world
comes back to sharp contrast making me all the more aware of my beautiful
cousin standing in front of me in a bikini with her lightly freckled face
only a few inches from mine.

   "Don't mention it," she says just as quietly.  "I'm glad you decided to
come, Kyle.  I needed a distraction from the things going on."

   Before I can ask, she is out the door.  I hear the front door close
behind her, and I am left wondering what came over Erin.  We have always
been close.  She is a year and a half younger than me, and we grew up about
a mile apart before I moved north with my parents when I was twelve.  Even
after that, I visited every summer, spending the hot days playing with my
little cousin.  Still, Erin is acting strange, and the thoughts in my head
about her are even stranger.

   I quickly unpack a pair of trunks, throw them on, and prepare to rush
out to meet my bikini clad cousin.  As a last thought, I shoot a text to my
aunt like Erin suggested.  Tossing my glasses on the bed, I go outside.

   Erin is already in the pool next to the house.  She grins at me
expectantly, but my eyes are drawn to the way she leans against the side of
the pool.  She has both arms crossed on the edge with her wet breasts
resting against them.  Beautiful.

   Before too much excitement can cause an embarrassing reaction, I take a
running start and cannonball into the pool with a big splash.  Erin is
cackling through coughs as I come to the surface.  She quickly swims over
and dunks my head below water.  It's a typical game that everyone plays
with family, but ours took a strange turn a few summers ago.

   We had been playing- thrashing about, splashing each other...you know,
the normal stuff- when my hands got a handful of what they shouldn't.  I
had expected Erin to squeal of slap me, but instead she just pressed her
boobs against my hands while she remained silent.  At nineteen, it was very
erotic, and I let go as if they were hot coals, apologizing profusely. 
Erin just laughed, as she always did, and we continued playing...though I
was more careful from that point on.

   I wonder what she would do if I do that now?

   It is a crazy idea that fills my brain and dick as I struggle to the
surface.  Erin is still laughing.  She swims away, but I catch her, pick
her up, and toss her a clear foot out of the pool before she plummets back
into the water.  I don't let her get away.

   My body reacts quicker than my brain can process what it is doing.  I
grab her arms from behind and wrap Erin up tightly against my chest.  My
forearms press against the underside of her boobs causing them to clear the
surface of the water and the black fabric to pull back to reveal the
apparent tan line on the side of her breast.

   Erin is coughing and laughing, but she doesn't pull away.  She gives a
brief struggle, but even that is almost nonexistent allowing me to easily
hold her.

   I feel my heart beating a million miles an hour, and I have to quickly
move Erin's lower half to my side so that my hard-on doesn't press against
her ass.

   What the fuck am I doing?  She's my cousin!

   "I was right," she says with a small giggle, "you have been hitting the
gym haven't you?"

   Is it my imagination, or is Erin breathing heavier too?  She's just
trying to catch her breath.  Stop being perverted.

   "I couldn't be a skinny dweeb my entire life," I whisper into her ear.
My breath causes goosebumps to travel her lightly freckled neck and she
shivers.  Her boobs press against my arms even harder.  The fabric pulls
back even more.

   I adjust my arms so that my left holds both of hers.  Erin could now
easily escape, but makes no attempt to as she leans back against me in the
cool water.  My right hand wraps around her taunt belly, running over her
silky smooth skin.  I gently kiss the side of her neck, the dark
brown-almost black hair tickling my cheek.

   "I missed you," I whisper.

   "I missed you too," she replies in a quiet voice.

   My body is on autopilot now.  My right hand drifts upwards, briefly
stopping its ascent to trace a circle around Erin's naval.  She shivers
again.  As I get close to where our arms are interlocked, I move my hand up
to her neck.  I gently trace her jawline, pulling her face to where her
eyes meet mine.  There is a bright twinkling in her grey eyes, and her pink
lips part slightly.  My hand slides down her neck, getting closer to the
destination.

   "You're being very bad, Kyle," she whispers, moving her head ever so
closer to mine.

   "Am I?"

   "You shouldn't tease a horny girl like this."

   My fingers are mere inches from the black fabric.  Of course, it is at
that exact moment that I hear a car rumbling down the long drive way.  I
quickly withdraw my hands, and Erin scoots away as my aunt's car appears
through the bushes.

   I look briefly to Erin.  Her freckled chest is a light red that has
nothing to do with the sun, and she is avoiding looking my direction.

   Great.  I'm an idiot!

   As the blue Focus comes to a stop in front of the house, my aunt quickly
exits the car and rushes over.  I press myself against the side of the
pool, not trusting the clear water to hide my raging erection.

   "It's great to see you," Aunt Lin says happily, getting on her knees
long enough to give me a kiss on the cheek.  "We were already on the way
home when I got your text, so we will have to unfortunately make another
run to town to get more food sometime tomorrow."

   "Don't worry about it, Aunt Lin," I tell her with what I hope is not a
guilty smile.  "I am not a picky eater."

   "That's not what I remember," she retorts with an easy laugh.  I am
struck by how similar Aunt Lin is to Erin: same build, same color hair, and
same infectious personality.  The only difference is about nineteen years
of age.  "You refused to eat pizza one time because your green beans
touched the side of it."

   "I was ten," I tell her sullenly.

   "What about when you threw away an entire sandwich because there was a
black spot on the crust?"

   "I was..." saying I was twenty-one didn't seem like as good an excuse.

   "I'm going to go help the twins with the groceries," Erin interrupts
before exiting the pool.  I try not to stare as she climbs the side, but I
do and I feel like a complete jerk for that and...other recent actions.

   Her mother watches Erin leave.  When she enters the house, Aunt Lin
turns back to me with a serious expression on her face.  "Kyle."

   "Yes, ma'am?" I feel as if I am about to get castrated...which might be
true.  Oh, shit!

   "I am glad you came," she said with a sad smile.  "Erin's had a rough
couple of weeks, and I know seeing you will do some good."

   I'm not so sure about that anymore.  "No problem, Aunt Lin.  Thanks for
having me."

   "Anytime, Kyle," my aunt says with a return to her previous good humor.
"It's nice to have a man around the house now and again."

   With that, she walks away, leaving me drifting in the pool while I wait
for the hard-on I got from groping my cousin, her daughter, to disappear.

   ***

   I slump into bed feeling tired in more ways than one.  First was the
physical exhaustion, only born from long travel sessions without a break.
Next was a mental exhaustion after hearing Briana and Jenny talk
incessantly since they walked into the house until they went to bed.  Then
there was the emotional.

   Part derived from the past few weeks, but the majority was from the fact
that, since the three girls got back from the store, Erin hadn't said a
word to me.  After a nice dinner of squash and salmon steak, she
disappeared into her room with a quiet goodnight and a brief look in my
direction.

   It must have been obvious on my face that I was worried about her,
because Aunt Lin said, "Don't worry about it, Kyle.  Erin's been a wreck
since she found out Henry was cheating on her."

   "What?" I asked incredulously.  How could anyone cheat on someone like
Erin?  What kind of twice damned idiot could do that?

   My aunt's grey eyes darkened like storm clouds, and my anger at the
unmet boyfriend evaporated in the heated flame of the small woman sitting
next to me.  I had never seen her angry like that.  "The asshole deserves
to have his dick cutoff for how he treated her." My aunt never swore.  "He
made Erin feel like it was her fault that he was fucking that girl.  Said
Erin didn't care enough for him to meet his needs."

   My aunt made a squeezing motion with both hands as if she was strangling
the man, and I can't say I blame her.  "I wish I could do something to
help," I said after a long pause.  I felt all the guiltier for what I did
in the pool at that moment.

   "You being here is enough," she told me.  It was like a stab in the gut.
"I'm glad you're here, and so is Erin.  Just give her some time."

   "I guess..."

   Aunt Lin put a hand on my shoulder and massaged it momentarily like she
always did since I was a child.  "So, are you staying until after the
reunion?"

   "I am," I replied, happy to have a new subject.

   "Good," she said with a bright smile.  "That gives us two weeks to spend
time with you.  That's just about perfect because, any longer than that, we
would get tired of you and kick you to the curb."

   I couldn't help but laugh.  Aunt Lin went to bed soon after that, and I
followed her example.

   Lying in bed, I curse myself for the farce I have already turned the
trip into.  Why did I have to be so stupid?

   Images of Erin's tan line traveling up the side of her breast invade my
mind.  I think about how her skin felt under my hands and the way she said,
'You shouldn't tease a horny girl like this.' My dick raises his head, and
I sigh knowing it is no use.  I masturbate thinking of my cousin.

   ***

   "Huh...what..." I mumble.  Sleep still has its grasp on me, but my mind
struggles back to consciousness.  As I blink my eyes, I begin to see the
shadowed outline of some standing above me.

   "Kyle, wake up," Erin says again.

   Hearing her voice is like a ten shot espresso dipped in an Irish Java. I
resist the urge to bolt out of bed, being distinctly aware that I am naked
under the sheet.  The light in the hallway is behind her, making Erin's
expression impossible to see.

   "What's up?" I ask, not knowing what else to say.

   "It looks like you are," she replies easily before giggling.

   I catch the double entendre and glance downwards at where I am pitching
a tent.

   "Sorry." I sit up, positioning myself in a way to conceal my morning
wood.

   A hard slap against my shoulder is my award.  "I told you to stop
apologizing."

   "Sor-"

   She slaps me again, harder this time, before shaking her head.  "Just
get up."

   "What are we doing?"

   "You're going to keep me company on my morning run," Erin informs me. 
She turns and walks toward the hallway.  "I'll wait for you in the kitchen
since you are in the buff right now.  I hope you don't mind that I snuck a
peek."

   She scampers away, leaving me completely bewildered.  Looking at the
digital clock atop a desk my aunt uses as a work space, I see a bright 5:00
a.m.  staring back at me.  Damn...

   I roll myself out of bed, take care of my business in the bathroom, and
pull on a black t-shirt and cargo shorts.  After donning my glasses and my
shoes, I move into the hallway.  When I reach the kitchen, I stop dead in
my tracks.

   Left foot on the countertop, Erin stretches in a way no man possibly
could.  Outlines of muscles are easy to see on her beautifully tanned leg,
but the real show is of course her ass.  Erin is wearing a pair of navy
cotton shorts that come to her knees but hug her tight enough that nothing
is left to the imagination.

   "Get your eyeful now," she says, lowering her leg and giving a seductive
shake, "because I don't want you lagging behind me during our run to 'get a
better view'."

   Erin says the last four words a deep voice that sends us both laughing.
I immediately feel as if a weight is off my shoulders.  I apparently didn't
muck up our relationship as badly as I feared.

   "I'll try to keep up," I tell her, "but I am not much of a runner."

   My cousin rummages through the fridge and brings out two bottles of
water.  As she passes me to move toward the door, she pushes one into my
hands.  "That's too bad, Kyle," she says with an evil smirk, "running
builds up stamina, and I love men with stamina."

   Who could say no to that?

   I follow her.  Once we are on the road, Erin sets a slow pace that I can
keep up with.  Had I been in charge, I probably would have started at a
sprint only to end up panting a few feet down the road.  It's obvious she
knows more than I do.  Even so, I am winded when she picks up speed as we
round the end of the quarter mile driveway.

   "You aren't going to faint on me, are you," she laughs, the flashlight
attached to the shoulder of her small backpack dancing a bit more with the
movement.

   "I'll do my best not to," I gasp.  "You'll have to forgive me if I have
to lag behind now and then...for a better view of course."

   Erin gives me a bright smile that I can barely see in the predawn
darkness.  I probably could say something else clever, but I decide it
would be better to focus on the run instead.  My feet are already aching.

   Don't judge me too harshly.  I am not out of shape by any means, but
long runs take different muscles than the ones I'm usually working with. 
Besides that, I have never been the most graceful runner.  I was once
described by one of my students as a 'flailing goose' when I raced my kids
during recess.  I laughed harder than any of them, knowing it was true.

   After about twenty minutes, Erin slows our pace to a trot, and I pull
back up beside her.  I would like to say I was watching her ass and that
was the only reason I fell ten yards back, but that would be a lie.

   We stop atop a bridge that crosses a small, muddy stream.  I hear toads
below, getting some time in the open air before the Texas sun sears
everything from its indomitable perch in the sky.  A light yellowing on the
horizon shows its approach, and I am glad she decided to run now in the
slightly humid eighty-one degrees instead of the one hundred two degrees
the day would probably turn into.

   "I always stop here to watch the sun rise," Erin says, startling me.

   "I can see why," I reply with broken gasps of air.  "To be honest, I'm
not sure I would have made it much farther."

   "You did well for your first time," she tells me, giving my cheek a
quick peck from behind before walking in front of me.

   My shortness of breath changes quickly from exhaustion to enthrallment.
She is beautiful.  Erin lets the backpack drop to the ground and leans
against the bridge railing.  Her cotton pants amazingly seem to cling
tighter to her thighs and the black sports bra is small compared to the
amount of skin showing.

   It might seem odd, and it surprises the hell out of me too, but what
turns me on the most is how sweaty she is after the run; the way her skin
seems to glow in the morning light, how her short hair sticks to her
forehead, or the beads of sweat rolling down her back and between her
breasts.  I promise it's not some weird fetish, but I can't think of
anything sexier than this image of elegant power.

   I once again wonder how anyone could cheat on her.

   "You're beautiful." I didn't mean to say it out loud, but the way her
grey eyes brighten makes my momentary embarrassment completely worth it.

   Erin turns around and puts her back to the sun.  A small smile is still
on her lips, but she says, "I think either your glasses are fogged again or
you are suffering from overheating."

   "No," I say with a surprising amount of conviction, "you are the most
beautiful thing I have ever seen."

   Her eyes drift away and her cheeks flush.  I worry that I have upset her
again, but it only lasts a brief second.  Before I can be surprised by the
action, she is in my arms, lips glued to mine.  I feel her tongue touch my
lips and I open my mouth to meet hers with my own.  She teases my tongue,
gently bites my lip, and lets her hand slide down my neck to my chest.  I
haven't kissed many girls, but I doubt anyone more experienced would find
the caress any less extraordinary.  Our kiss only deepens, and I put a hand
in the small of her back, drawing her closer.

   Holy hell!  That's cold!

   Erin dances out of my grasp with an impish look on her face and an open
water bottle in her left hand.  "Call that payback for yesterday's
spanking," she says with her elfin laugh.  As always, the sound brings a
smile to my own face.

   "That was a dirty trick," I tell her.

   She only smiles, but her eyes drift toward my crotch and stay there.  "I
guess it was, but I think you enjoyed it."

   I am determined not to act embarrassed.  Instead of covering myself, I
say, "I did, but I have a feeling you did too."

   Erin's nipples are like small pebbles beneath the tight fabric, poking
out a quarter inch from her round breasts.  She sees where my gaze is
directed and she raises her hands upwards toward the sports bra.

   "Tell you what," she says with the same impish grin as before, "since I
played such a mean trick on you, let me make it up to you."

   Her index fingers slide under the elastic of her bra and she raises it a
mere centimeter.  My eyes focus on the pure white skin underneath the
fabric as she continues to pull the garment upwards.  I gulp helplessly as
the edge of bright pink areolas make their appearance.  The elastic catches
briefly on her nipples, and Erin uses it to tease me by pulling up her
breasts with the bra.  A split second later, they bounce free.  I stand in
awe.

   Like I said, her boobs aren't massive, but they are perfect.  Her bright
pink areolas are about the diameter of a quarter with very apparent nipples
standing at attention.  The most erotic thing of all are the two,
triangular-shaped patches of pure white skin that cover most of her boobs.
Unlike her chest and sides, which are a caramel color with light freckling,
her breasts are almost snow white with barely any freckles at all.  It is
strange, I know, but it makes me feel as if I am the first one seeing the
glorious innocence displayed before me.

   "Alright, Kyle," she says after a minute longer, though I notice a
huskiness in her tone that wasn't there before, "I think I've given you
enough of a show, for now."

   I groan as Erin pulls the sports bra back in place.

   "Still think I'm sexy with all of these goofy looking tan lines?"

   I am astonished by her question and look up to see a look of uncertainty
on her face.  Damn that man for making her feel like she isn't the most
amazing creature ever to set foot on Earth.

   "No, you're not sexy," I say after a heavy moment of silence.  "You are
so far beyond such a crude term that I won't do you the dishonor of using
it.  You are Aphrodite, Venus, Calypso...a goddess insurmountable by
anything we mere mortals can imagine."

   Erin gives an indelicate snort.  "Your inner nerd is showing, Kyle," she
tells me, but her smile speak volumes.

   A light to my right distracts me for a moment.  It is an approaching
vehicle about three miles down the road, no doubt a person commuting the
long morning drive to Houston.  I feel nothing but hate for them.

   The spell is broken.  Erin picks up her backpack, gets out another water
bottle, and turns on the light.  She clasps the strap across her chest and
rolls her shoulders as she gets ready for the return trip.

   Looking my way, she grins and flicks her hair.  The sun slowly rising
behind her blinds me.  "Kyle..."

   "Yes?"

   "You beat me back home, and I will let you shower with me."

   I take off like my life depends on it.

   ***

   I didn't win.

   I outdistanced her for about thirty yards, and allowed myself some hope,
but she passed me like I was standing still after that.  Strain as I might,
flailing goose and all, I could not catch her.  Erin was like the wind.

   I stumble the last few feet up the front steps.  I feel as if I am
dying. I put a hand against the door and give myself a moment to breathe.
Opening the bottle of water, I pour the entire contents on my head.  The
coolness helps a little.

   Walking in, I see that Aunt Lin is already up and making breakfast.  She
looks over her shoulder when I enter and gives me a sympathetic smile
before turning back to the sizzling bacon.  I stumble into the kitchen and
plop into a barstool.  I hear the shower in the bathroom next to the
kitchen.

   "She's been back for about ten minutes," my aunt informs me with a deep
chuckle.

   "I know," I reply, still breathing heavily.

   "Had the biggest grin on her face that I've seen in nearly three
months." Aunt Lin flips the bacon and hands me an already prepared glass of
iced apple juice.  She remembered I hate orange.  "Thank you, Kyle."

   I wonder if she would be thanking me if she knew what we talked about
and did.  I kind of doubt it.  In fact, I have a feeling such a revelation
would end with a scene reminiscent of Anthony Hopkins in Silence of the
Lambs instead of a thank you.

   "I am glad she actually wasn't mad at me," I say after a moment of
guilt.

   "I told you she wasn't.  I'm always right, you know?"

   "And your daughter always gets her way," I chuckle.  They are so
similar.

   "Does she now?" Aunt Lin asks with her own laugh.  "Well, Erin deserves
it.  She is a great girl who has helped me raise the twins since Ben passed
away.  I would have been lost without her."

   "Whatever, Mom," Erin says, kissing her mom on the cheek.  I didn't even
notice her enter the room or the shower turn off.  On the other hand, I
can't help but observe the small lavender towel wrapped tightly around her
naked body.  "You would have been just fine without me."

   "Fine, maybe, but not as happy as I am now." Looking at Erin, Aunt Lin
playfully smacks her and says, "Go get dressed, you little heathen.  I
won't have you prancing around here half naked in front of your cousin."

   "Come on, Mom," Erin says playfully, "Kyle doesn't mind.  We're family."

   "Family or not," my aunt replies with a snicker, "no man should be
tempted by a beautiful girl like you."

   "Okay," Erin says, rolling her eyes dramatically for her mother before
giving me a meaningful wink.  "The shower's ready for you, Kyle.  I tried
leaving some hot water so you wouldn't have to take a completely cold
shower."

   "That will be the day," Aunt Lin interjects while she turns her
attention back to the stovetop.  The smell of pancakes fills the room.

   Erin gives me her impish grin.  I watch her as she walks toward the
hallway.  As soon as she clears the doorway, Erin looks over her shoulder
to make sure I am watching.  The tease uses a hand to slowly raise the back
of the towel until I have an unobstructed view of her firm ass.  Like her
boobs, it has a noticeable tan line that sends blood rushing to my cock. 
Though I strain to see, the angle and the way she has her tanned legs
crossed keeps her pussy from view.  Erin briefly shakes her ass before she
lets the towel fall back into place and enters her room.

   "You better jump into the shower."

   "Huh?" I turn, panicked, to look at my aunt.  She still has her back to
me.

   "Go get in the shower before Briana or Jenny wake up," she said again.
"If you don't, you won't get even the little hot water Erin left."

   Making sure to keep my portable tent hidden, I move to the bathroom. 
The door is closed, but I open it, knowing it is empty.  Steam rolls out
like a fog over the sea, and I quickly close the door and start stripping.
It is only when I am naked and about to start the shower when I notice Erin
drew something on the bathroom mirror.

   You know how you make smiley faces when a car window fogs, well that's
what she did.  But, instead of a face, there is a pair of boobs, and
instead of a smile, there is a dick nestled between them.  I would be
amazed by her drawing if my attention hadn't been grabbed by the words
scrawled underneath: Maybe Later?

   I grab the hand towel and wipe the mirror clean.  Setting my glasses on
the counter, I enter the shower and relieve some of the pressure that
instantly built up.  It is one of the biggest orgasms of might short life.

   After cleaning the mess and myself, I exit the shower, brush my teeth,
and go back to my room with a towel wrapped around me for a change of
clothes.  When I get back to the kitchen, the four girls are already around
the table eating.

   Jenny and Briana have the haggard looks of people freshly woken up, but
they are dressed already.  Aunt Lin sips at her coffee.  Erin is next to
her, wearing a red tank top and khaki shorts that stop mid-thigh.  It
obvious she isn't wearing anything under the tank top, and I can't help but
wonder why no one has said anything to her.  Maybe it is just the fact that
they have been living with only women for so long that the thought didn't
occur to them.

   And I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

   Erin smiles up at me and pats the chair next to her.  I sit.  Before I
can say anything, Erin begins loading my plate with bacon, fried potato,
and a few pancakes.  I know it's silly, but I get ready to tell her not to
let the food touch.

   "Eat up," Erin says happily before I can make a fool of myself.  "You're
going to need the energy."

   I stare blankly at her.

   "Don't make him run with you again," Aunt Lin says, barely looking up
from her Kindle, "I don't think he will survive a second time today."

   "Not a run," Erin agrees mischievously, "I have another workout I am
going to put him through."

   "Don't let Erin bully you," Aunt Lin says with another sympathetic
smile.

   "Come on, Mom, it will be fun." She gives me an intense look.  "I
promise not to work him too hard."

   I eat...even the food that touches.

   "I'm taking the twins to town," Aunt Lin says when we finish our
delicious meal.  "They want to buy new clothes and I am going to get some
more food.  You want to come, Kyle."

   "Clothes shopping with Briana and Jenny?" I say with a laugh to cover up
the trimmer in my voice at the thought of being alone with Erin.  "I don't
think that is a way I would like to spend an entire day."

   "Hey," Briana says, darting a dirty look my direction and flicking her
strawberry blonde hair, "always dressing beautifully is hard work..."

   "Though some people wouldn't know anything about it," Jenny finishes for
her twin with a sneer.

   "You got me there," I laugh, "I am not the least bit fashionable.  Just
buy me a t-shirt or something."

   "We can do that," Briana says.

   "Maybe one with a saying on it," Jenny proposes.

   "Like 'I'm with the idiot'..."

   "But with the arrow pointing up instead of sideways."

   "Exactly!"

   "Enough, girls," Aunt Lin tells them sternly, even though it is obvious
from their tones that the three are just teasing me.  "We will not get him
a shirt like that.  If anything, we'll find a red one with the face of Elmo
on the front."

   "Or a purple one with Barney," Erin helpfully suggests.

   "Thanks, Aunt Lin," I say with a sigh.

   She smiles and stands.  Shooing the twins toward the front door, she
asks, "Is there anything special you two want from the store?"

   "Condoms and beer," Erin replies without hesitation.

   My aunt just laughs.  She leaves behind Brianna and Jenny, closing the
door behind her.  Before it shuts all the way she shouts back, "Be careful,
Kyle, Erin's a bad influence."

   My heart skips a beat as Erin whispers in a voice that is meant for me
alone, "She doesn't know the half of it."

   I glance in her direction.  Erin gives me a wolfish grin before leaning
against me.  Standing, she deliberately brushes her breasts against my back
and walks past me with sauntering steps.  I am about to follow her when the
door bursts open.

   "Forgot my purse," Aunt Lin says, looking around.  Erin is already
holding it out to her.  "You know me way too well, Erin."

   "I do," my cousin replies with a smile.

   This time, as the door closes, Erin locks it quietly.  I hear the car
outside begin rolling down the driveway.  She turns around and gives me a
seductive look that stirs more than just my heart.

   "So....u-ummm..."

   Her seriousness evaporates and she smiles brightly.  "You are such a
helpless nerd, Kyle."

   "Thanks," I say, a little hurt by her comment.

   "Don't be like that." She moves toward me with her hips rolling
enticingly.  "I didn't say it was a bad thing."

   I stand from the dinner table, my dick already stiff.  She moves in
front of me, wraps her hands around my neck, and presses her body against
mine.  I feel her raise on her tiptoes before she slowly lowers herself
again with her pussy brushing against the length of my crotch.  Erin lets
out a small whimper before kissing me.

   "What am I doing?" she whispers.

   As we continue to kiss, she keeps grinding herself gently against my
dick.

   "Looks like...you're about to ravage...a helpless...nerd," I say in
broken words as our tongues meet, entwine and withdraw from each other.

   "The nerd...is my...cousin," she counters, but she isn't stopping
either. Erin grinds herself a little harder against my dick than before. 
"Oh, God..."

   My heart is pounding in my ears and my hands are trembling.  I grab her
ass with both hands, pulling her in closer as my hands knead the firm
globes of soft flesh.  Erin moans into my mouth and I open my eyes long
enough to see a look of fanatic pleasure on her face.

   Encouraged, I slowly start gyrating my hips.  Erin responds by opening
her legs a little wider.  Her short fingernails scratch my shoulders as we
continue slow dancing to music only we hear.

   "You're being very bad, Kyle," she whispers, breaking the kiss and
laying her head against my shoulder.

   "Am I?" I ask with a small smile and a slightly harder thrust.

   "Unhn...yeah," she moans.  "You shouldn't, God, you shouldn't tease a
horny girl like this."

   "You're one to talk, Erin."

   "Am I teasing horny...ugh...girls now?" She giggles softly as she
continues pushing against my cock.  "Damnit, come here."

   Erin pulls free and drags me behind her with one hand.  It doesn't take
much effort for her to make me follow her like a puppy.  She walks me to
the large leather sofa and pushes me down to a sitting position.  Erin
climbs on my lap and begins rolling her hips in a quicker pace.  I grab her
sides.

   Erin leans into me, inserting her tongue into my mouth again.  We kiss,
we tease, we pant in a way only young lovers can.

   I moan as I feel her pussy's wetness through the small layers of our
shorts.  Erin smiles before rising to the very top of my dick and slowly
grinding herself all the way to the root.  We both moan this time, and I
wish the taboo desire that clothing wasn't separating us.

   "I'm close," I warn her.

   "Nah uh," she whispers, "not before I do."

   She picks up the pace, dropping her head against my shoulder and biting
it lightly through the fabric.  Each time she moans, Erin bites a little
harder, but I don't mind.  I'm in heaven.  I use my grip on her hips to
help the motion.  I begin thrusting out as we both pull her down.  Each
movement is borderline painful and completely exquisite.

   "Oh...God...I'm close...I'm sooooo clooossseee..."

   Erin is putting her athleticism to good use.  She is rising and falling
so quickly that her boobs are jiggling with each erotic movement.  I almost
explode as one of her breasts bounces free from the thin tank top she is
wearing.  I take the nipple in my mouth, and roll my tongue around it.

   "Oh...fuck..."

   Erin continues her relentless motions and I feel the familiar sensation
in my balls.  I will myself to hold out until she orgasms, but my own
rushes over me like a wave.  I jerk against her, grunting with each spurt.
That small extra movement is enough to send her over the edge.

   "Fuck...fuck....fuuuuccckk!"

   Erin continues grinding through her orgasm and mine, whimpering when she
finally comes down from the peak.

   She rests herself against my chest, tremoring off and on.  I am
breathing heavily, but her weight is a welcome feeling.  I wrap my arms
around her as we both pant for breath.  I feel so happy, relaxed...I
feel...

   ***

   "What time is it?" I ask groggily as I come back to the world.  Erin is
still lying against my chest.  I look down and see her grey eyes and
smiling face looking up at me.  She cranes her neck to give me a quick peck
on the lips.

   "You've been sleeping for about an hour.  Looks like we need to work on
your stamina a bit," she replies with a giggle.

   I am about to say sorry, but stop myself.  Instead, I give her a tight
squeeze.  "What did I do to deserve this?"

   "You make me feel beautiful and loved," Erin replies almost instantly.
"You always have.  You're my best friend."

   "You're more than beautiful," I tell her, kissing the top of her head.
Her hair smells like peaches.  "You are smart, kind, caring...being so sexy
that it would make the pope reconsider his profession is just the icing on
the cake."

   "You're too sweet to me," she says with a hint of disbelief.

   Needless to say, that annoys me.

   "I mean it," I say again.  "You were high school valedictorian, you
helped your mom and sisters through the toughest times a family can go
through, and you did all of this while tolerating a nerdy cousin coming
around whenever he got the chance." She laughed a little at that.  "No man
deserves someone like you."

   "Thank you," she whispers after a long pause.  "I needed to hear that."

   The silence stretches for a moment longer than is comfortable.  Finally,
I ask, "Do you want to talk about it?"

   "No," she tells me without a hint of uncertainty, "Henry's in the past."
She shifts on my lap a little.  "And to tell you the truth, sitting in
these panties is kind of gross."

   Feeling the mess in my own underwear, I had to agree.  "How about a
shower to get cleaned up?"

   "A great idea," she says, pecking me on the cheek and standing.  There
is an obvious darkening around her pussy area that sets my heart racing
again.  "Tell you what, Kyle.  You beat me to the door, and I'll let you
shower with me."

   Erin darts away laughing before the last word is out of her mouth, but I
was ready for it.  I catch her in my arms and wrap her up again.  Turning,
I slow step us backward toward the bathroom.  Erin struggles without a
chance of success.

   "No fair," she laughs, slapping my arms for good measure.

   "All is fair in..."

   I stop mid-sentence, not knowing if I could or should continue the
thought.  Erin is quiet too as we take the final steps.

   To break the silence, I slap the door triumphantly.  "Looks like I win!"

   "I guess you do," she agrees.  "Tell you what, Kyle, let me go in and
use the restroom.  You can join me once the water gets warm."

   "You wouldn't try going back on the deal would you?" I mockingly ask as
I let her from my grasp.

   Erin turns around and plants a long, firm kiss on my lips.  "Kyle," she
says sexily, "I am so worked up right now, I would probably drag you in
with me."

   She gives me another kiss before going into the bathroom and closing the
door.  I make a run for the restroom in the master suite, peeling off my
soiled clothing after I find relief.  I return to my room and hide the
clothes deep in my duffle bag.  As I am about to leave, my phone makes the
telltale noise that accompanies texts.

   'we finished clothes shopping and are at Wal-Mart...sure you don't need
anything?'

   I smile.  That gives us at least an hour before Aunt Lin gets home.

   I quickly type 'nothing...I'm good' but think twice about it.  Erasing
it, I replace the words with 'just condoms and beer, Aunt Lin'

   Bleep

   'omg, she is a bad influence after all!'

   I laugh, and resist the urge to respond that she had no idea.

   Already naked, I walk back through the house and enter the bathroom.  A
light steam is already in the air, and I get to witness the glorious
outline of Erin through the glass doorway.  With her back to me, Erin has a
perfect hourglass figure.

   "I thought you got lost for a moment," she says loud enough to be heard
over the shower.

   I take a deep breath and open the door.  Erin doesn't turn around; she
just keeps running conditioner through her short hair.  I smell peach as I
close the door behind me.  I'm glad Aunt Lin and Uncle Ben splurged for the
large walk-in shower even though this was the one meant for the girls' use.

   "You know how it is," I say with a nervous chuckle, "if a guy appears
too eager, he is seen as clingy."

   "You appear eager enough," Erin smirks with a backwards glance toward my
swelling dick, "and I happen to like clingy guys."

   "Well, then I am the right man for you," I laugh, sliding my hands
across her belly and cupping one her soft breasts.

   "Kyle," she moans as I pinch her nipple and nibble on her ear, "we came
in here to get clean."

   "What's wrong with getting a little dirtier first?" I ask, moving my
left hand down her belly.

   "Are we sure you're not the naughty one here?" she giggles.

   Despite her arguing, she doesn't hesitate to turn around and kiss me in
a way no cousin ever should.  Her wet breasts slide across my chest, and
both of us breathe a little quicker.  Hot water hits our entangled bodies
like a torrent only to be dashed against us like the tide on the shore.

   "I want to look at you," I tell her after we kiss for a few seconds, or
minutes...or however long I was happily engaged.

   A brief hesitation crosses her face, but Erin takes a step back.  There
she is...the picture of beauty.  Her hair, now wet, barely touches her
shoulders.  Her eyes look at me with innocent anxiety.  Her tongue drifts
across her lips hungrily.  Her breasts heave gently upwards with each deep
breath she takes.  Her naval holds a small droplet of water as if it were a
clear gem.  Then her pussy...

   A carefully shaven patch of dark brown hair makes a downward triangle
pointing toward the beautiful slit just like the larger triangle of white
skin underneath.  Erin spreads her legs a little more, and I see the pink
folds part slightly, hungrily awaiting my cock.  Finally, I notice her
clit, a small bean about the size of the final segment on my pinky finger,
poking out from beneath its hood.

   Erin shifts nervously at my continued gaze.  After a moment she covers
it with a hand.  "I-I know it's weird how big it gets...I-"

   Stepping up, I pull her hand away.  "You're perfect."

   Her steely grey eyes meet mine for a moment and Erin smiles.  Then she
crushes me in a flurry of ravenous kisses, which I meet with my own
enthusiasm.  Gripping an ass cheek tightly with my left hand, I knead a
breast with my right.  Erin doesn't wait waste anytime either.  She takes
hold of my dick and begins running the length of it with her hand.

   Water runs across our bodies as we writhe against each other.  I feel my
cock drift closer and closer to her pussy, and Erin's hand speeds up.  I
pull her into me and feel the tip of my dick touch and penetrate the first
folds of her magnificent pussy.  It is warm, soft, and unbelievably tight.

   "N-no." Erin whimpers briefly before pulling back.  Her hand still
strokes my dick, but my objective is out of reach.  "Kyle, we can't have
sex...not our first time...not in the shower like this."

   Erin gives me an apologetic look, as if she is doing something wrong. 
All I heard in that statement was that we were going to fuck, soon, just
not now.  I know how she feels.  She wants our first time to be lovemaking,
not lustful fucking, and I don't blame her one bit.  I give Erin a smile.

   "I understand," I tell her without a hint of disappointment.  "When we
do make love, I am going to want the time to truly worship you the way I
should.  This isn't the time or place for that."

   "Thank you, Kyle," she stammers, and I can see tears in her eyes.

   "Now, if you don't mind," I say, moving her hand away from my dick and
getting to my knees, "I am going to make you come so much with my tongue
that you won't be able to resist sneaking to my room tonight."

   Erin gives a choked sob followed by her signature laugh.  "You're such a
dweeb."

   "I know," I say, putting a hand on her thigh and pushing it outward. 
She spreads her legs wide enough for me to have easy access to her
beautiful cunt.  "I am a dweeb, but I'm yours-" I give her slit a slow lick
from the bottom to her clit, "-for as long as you will have me."

   I am slightly unprepared as one of her hands pushes the back of my head
toward her pussy, but I'm not about to complain.  I begin by slowly
circling her clit with my tongue, careful not to touch the little nub, as I
start working a single finger into her wet folds.  Erin moans, and my
finger is met with a soft tightness I didn't think could possibly exist. 
After a short time, I begin speeding up my frigging, but continue to avoid
licking her clit.

   "God...stop....ugn teasing me."

   I smile and lightly flick her clit with my tongue, soft as a feather. 
Erin's knees buckle and she braces herself against the wall.  I give her
another light lick, same as before, and she moans out.  My finger continues
to plunge into her inner folds and I begin withdrawing it with a hooking
motion.  Each time my finger nearly exits, I slowly push it back.  Her
tight, inner muscles could probably perform the whole sequence without any
movement on my part.  My dick twitches at the thought of how her tight
pussy will feel wrapped around the shaft.

   "Keep it up...fuck...just a little longer..."

   I feel her hands running roughly through my hair, I look up to see her
chest heaving, and I hear her cry out as I suck her clit into my mouth for
a brief moment.  My finger feels the clinching muscles, and I stop long
enough for the first wave of her orgasm to hit its peak and start to
descend before continuing.

   "Not...oh God!...fuckfuckfuckfuck..."

   My tongue plays with her clit gently enough to cause her pleasure but
not pain while I slowly get more forceful with my finger fucking.  Erin
moans again, pressing my head against her pussy and grinding her hips in an
erratic motion.  Her legs finally give out from under her, and I have to
catch her as she slips to the shower floor.

   I withdraw my finger and lay my hand on her quivering stomach just above
the tan line.  "You aren't going to faint on me, are you?"

   Erin giggles, pushing away some wet hair that's getting in her eyes. 
The stream of water sprays across her chest, trails down her stomach, and
joins another type of wetness near her pussy.

   "I might have if you kept that up," she says with a smile.

   "Should I go again?" I ask, more than willing.

   Erin looks thoughtful for a moment, but shakes her head.  "I don't think
time will allow it and I still have to reward you for sending me on such a
fun ride." She pats my thigh.  "Stand up, big boy, and let's see if my tits
are big enough to fulfill that promise I made this morning."

   I get to my feet quick enough to smack my head against the showerhead.
Erin laughs, shaking her head.  I just give her a sheepish grin in return.

   Erin opens a bottle of soap and squirts some on her hand.  She rubs them
together and begins fondling my balls and rock-hard erection.  Her hands
move softly down the shaft, but she lightly drags her nails against the
side as she slides them up.  My cock twitches at the sensation and I see
Erin's grin.

   Taking the soap again, she dribbles a lot between and across her
breasts. To my surprise, Erin stands, taking a grip on my dick.

   "Why don't you do the honors," she says with a smile before giving me a
quick kiss.  All the while, her hand moves up and down my cock.

   My hands find her boobs and I began rubbing the soap across them.  It
quickly foams up, and Erin gives me another kiss before sinking back to her
knees.  I jut my waist outwards, wishing she had more to work with.  Erin
doesn't say anything as she scoots forward and wraps my dick between the
soft globes.

   Erin is tentative at first, but quickens as I moan.  I look down, and
see her staring up at me in a mixture of apprehension and excitement.  I at
once realize she has never done this before.  "You are so beautiful."

   She smiles, and her hands begin moving her boobs faster against my cock.
I watch as the tip appears between the snowy mounds only to disappear a
moment later.  I wish I could last for hours of this kind of treatment, but
the previous toying and the scene before me are taking their toll.

   "I am getting close," I groan.

   Erin smiles and, to my surprise, wraps the head of my cock in her mouth
as the tip appears from between her breasts.  The sight of my beautiful
cousin in such a position, along with the feeling of her tongue twirling
around the head of my dick, is enough to send me over the edge.  Nine heavy
spurts of sperm shoot out.  Erin receives the first in her mouth but backs
away coughing.  The second lands in her hair, but she catches the rest
across her chest.

   "Wow," I say as I catch my breath.  "You are amazing."

   "I know." Erin grins.  "Alright, no more play, for now.  I need to get
cleaned up after how dirty you made me."

   "Sor-"

   She smacks me.  "I'm not complaining, Kyle." She gives me a wicked grin.
"In fact, you are going to make me even dirtier tonight."

   Despite having just ejaculated, my dick fills back to instant hardness.
She of course notices.  "Nope.  Get rinsed off and get out of here before
someone comes home and catches us together in the shower."

   I smile, but follow her instructions.  Grabbing a nearby towel, I dry
off and make my way to the door.  Upon exiting, I look back at Erin.  She
blows a kiss before turning back to the stream of water.

   Me...I leave the bathroom with a filled dick, imagining a night of
lovemaking with my beautiful cousin.

   ***

   The rest of our time alone was spent cleaning up, with a few kisses as
we passed each other.  Erin had the good sense to do a load of laundry
instead of hiding our clothing like teens first discovering masturbation.

   Aunt Lin and the twins arrived soon after the clothes were switched to
the dryer.  Being a true gentleman, I told them I would carry the groceries
in, so they could just relax.  They thanked me, and Briana threw me a
t-shirt.  I opened it so see the words Stud Muffin emblazoned across the
chest in bright pink, cursive lettering.  I'm not sure which of the four
ladies laughed the hardest at the way my face turned beet red.

   The rest of the afternoon was spent watching TV and talking, with me
half distracted by thoughts of my sexy cousin sitting next to me.  Dinner
came and went, delicious but not what I am hungering for.  During the meal,
Erin subtly ran a hand on the inside of my thigh while talking to the rest
of her family like it was a normal dinner.

   That, along with my unstoppable imagination, is why I am currently
standing in the restroom adjusting my cock in a way that will hopefully
make it unapparent in my jeans.  I throw water in my face and look down at
the bulge.

   "You can wait a little longer," I say, feeling silly for talking to my
prick.  I check my phone and see that it is already 8:30.  Taking a deep
breath, I walk back to the living room.

   My aunt and cousins are spread in various spots around the furniture. 
Aunt Lin is leaning back in a recliner that was Uncle Ben's for years, the
twins are curled up under a blanket on the loveseat, and Erin is sitting on
the leather couch we played on earlier that day.

   "Did you fall in?" Jenny asks with a bright smile, her brown eyes
shining mischievously.

   "Almost," I tell her while sitting next to Erin.  "It was a close call
for a moment there."

   The twins roll their eyes in unison.

   "While we were at the store," Aunt Lin says, clicking a button on the
Blu-ray remote, "Briana insisted that we buy a movie for tonight."

   "It's the new Ryan Reynolds, superhero movie," she says
enthusiastically.

   "He's so sexy," Jenny inputs.

   "Yeah, he is," Erin agrees, leaning against me.

   "Hope you don't mind watching it with us," Aunt Lin says.

   "Of course not," I answer at once, even though I know almost every line
by heart with how many times I've seen it.

   "Good," she says with a smile.  "Jenny, get the lights."

   My younger cousin hops to before rejoining her sister.

   It is a fun movie, though Aunt Lin pauses it when Ryan says his second
'Fuck' and sends the twins to bed saying they don't need to watch a
grown-up movie like this.  They argue, claiming they are almost eighteen,
but Aunt Lin insists.  I feel bad for Brianna and Jenny.  After all, we
only made it about three minutes into the film.

   With them sulking back to their room, Aunt Lin plays the movie and is
soon laughing just as hard at the bawdy humor as me or Erin.  She skips the
sex scene of course, but we have a wonderful time, and there are tears of
laughter in our eyes by the time credits roll around and an animated
Reynolds masturbates the horn of a unicorn.

   Erin and I behaved throughout the film; her because she was seeing the
movie for the first time, and me because I didn't want to ruin any chance
of a late night visit by raising suspicions in Aunt Lin.

   With a big yawn and stretch, Erin stands, saying, "I think I'm headed to
bed."

   "Night," my aunt and I say as she walks from the room.

   I decide I better spend a little more time up before heading to bed
myself.  I walk to the kitchen and turn on the Keurig.  "Want some coffee,
Aunt Lin?"

   "No thank you, Kyle," she responds.  "I'll be going to bed soon myself."

   I silently wish she would hurry, but say nothing as I mix some creamer
into my hazelnut coffee.  With the steaming cup ready, I sit back on the
couch with a long sigh.  "Thank you for letting me stay," I tell my aunt.
"It's been very relaxing." And much more besides.

   "Anytime," she responds, moving toward her bedroom with a tired smile.
She stops in front of me long enough to give me a peck on my cheek.  I know
I shouldn't but my eyes wonder down the loose t-shirt to her swinging
breasts.  God, I am too horny.  "You're always welcome here, Kyle."

   Aunt Lin pats me on the cheek before leaving the room.  My heart is
about ready to burst, but I stay on the couch a few moments longer and
finish my coffee.  Knowing that patience is a virtue, I wash the cup and
slowly walk back to my room to await the visit I am hoping for.

   Lying in bed, it feels like days, even though it is barely an hour
before I see the door to my room open and close softly.  I sit up and watch
the outline of Erin as she moves to the side of the bed.  I reach over and
turn on a bedside lamp and swallow hard at the sight of my cousin standing
beside the bed.

   Erin has a see-through chemise on, and hard nipples stand out firmly
against the light fabric.  She lays a hand on her chest and I notice that
she took the time to paint her nails a deep crimson that matches the silk
thong she is wearing.

   "Wow..."

   I feel stupid, but that is all I can think of.  Erin smiles, and climbs
across the bed toward me without a word.  Her almost black hair is brushed
behind her ears, and the grey eyes storm in a way I haven't seen before.  I
reach out a hand, laying it softly against her cheek.  I rub my thumb
against her soft, freckled skin before pulling her head to mine.  We kiss.
Not the passion fueled, devouring kiss of earlier, but a deep, slow,
meaningful exchange.  It is soft sunrays touching the first petals of a
blooming flower...warm, gentle, loving.

   Erin lies down beside me, shifting her body to meld with mine as we
continue the first step of our lovemaking.  She takes my hand and
interlocks our fingers.  Her breath quickens and I feel the soft fabric
brush against my naked chest.  All too soon, Erin pulls back, starring
through my eyes and into my very soul.  A small smile plays on her lips.

   I reach out and take hold of the bottom of her chemise.  Erin raises her
arms and allows me to pull the fabric away.  I toss it to the floor before
pulling her on to me.  We lay, for a moment with her on top, simply kissing
again.  There is no rush, no need for a speedy conclusion.  We are two
young lovers truly meeting each other for the first time.

   After the appropriate time, Erin reaches down and shifts my dick so that
the head is pointing up my chest.  She sits up and begins grindings so slow
and light it makes us both moan as the silk fabric runs the length of my
naked cock.

   I make no movement other than the throbbing of my dick.  I simply watch
my beautiful cousin moving against me in her slow methodical way.  Our eyes
never leave each other's as Erin begins to speed up.  She reaches out and
grabs my hands.  She places one on each breast with hers over them.  Her
hands put pressure on mine and we are massaging the soft mounds together.
Her grey eyes close momentarily, but they meet mine again before I can
blink.  A deep longing is there that transcends simple lust.

   "I love you," I whisper, giving my first soft thrust upward to
accentuate my words.  "I love you, Erin.  I always have."

   "You're supposed to love your cousin," she says just as quietly, though
I feel her pussy spasm despite her teasing.

   "No, Erin," I say, pulling her down to kiss her again, "I love you."

   "I know," she breathes into my mouth.  "I know."

   She rolls off of me, but never lets her eyes leave mine.

   "I love you, Kyle," Erin whispers.  "You have always been my rock.  Of
course I love you." A soft hand grips my dick.  "But now I need you to fuck
me, Kyle.  I want you to push this thick cock into my pussy and show how
much you love me."

   I don't have to be told twice.  I turn over and pull down the crimson
thong, soaked with her juices.  Erin spreads her legs as I move between
them.  No more foreplay is needed or even wanted.  I position the head of
my cock at her entrance and push in with painful slowness.  Erin groans
out, and her internal muscles pull at my shaft, sucking it deeper.  I
resist the primal urge to plunge in and finish quickly.  Instead, I
continue the relaxed insertion.

   "Fuck..." Erin whimpers as I finally bottom out.  We lay there; the only
movements are the throbbing of my prick and the meeting convulsions of her
cunt.  Erin finally opens her eyes, and kisses me eagerly.

   I draw myself slowly out to where only the tip remains in her sheath
before just as gently pushing it back in until my balls hit her crotch.  We
begin a measured pace.  Me moving in and out and Erin rolling her hips side
to side.

   "You are too good to me," Erin moans, running her fingernails across my
back.  "I love you, Kyle.  Oh God...now fuck me."

   I draw my dick out again, same as before, but I rush forward, my balls
slapping heavily against her this time.

   "Fuck!" she groans.

   Our pace quickens; wet sounds coming from where we are joined and moans
from my beautiful Erin's mouth.  Instead of rolling her hips from side to
side, Erin starts thrusting out to meet me.  We are soon shaking the bed
with our force.  My dick slides in and out easily despite her incredible
tightness.

   "Ugn...fuck me, Kyle...oh, fuck...fuck me..."

   I am just as worked up as we meet, mesh, and pull back.  I take hold of
one of her swinging breasts, mashing the soft flesh in my hands.  Erin
groans, grabbing the other with her own hand and doing the same.

   I feel her pussy tighten around my cock, and I know I won't last much
longer.

   "I'm very...close, Erin," I groan.

   "Pull out...unnn...before you do," she lets out a small squeal, "but
not...yet."

   Our pounding continues; my orgasm approaching quicker with each sensual
movement.  Finally, I can take it no longer.

   "Damn!" I groan, trying to pull out.

   Erin's legs wrap around me before I can, pulling me deep into her pussy.
"God!  Fuckfuck fuckfuck..."

   I can't hold back the torrent.  Her pussy convulses with her orgasm and
that sends me over the edge.  Erin's legs continue to pull me in, and she
grabs a pillow biting it hard and squealing.  I press my dick as deep as it
will go and continue the heavy thrusts through my orgasm; each spurt
filling her pussy with a little more sperm.

   At last, I collapse on top of her.  Erin's internal pressures continue
to massage my shaft, seeming to pull every ounce of my seed that it can.  I
hear her moan, the loud sound muffled by the pillow in her mouth.  It takes
a few minutes for her body to relax.  When she does, I reluctantly pull my
dick from where it is embedded.  There is a soft pop as it comes free, and
Erin giggles a little at that.

   "I didn't want to let go," she says with a content sigh.

   I curl up next to her, wrapping her sweaty body in my arms.  "I didn't
want to either.

   I kiss her neck and slowly trace the tan line around her pussy with one
finger.  Erin snuggles closer to me until I am curled up against her.

   "You had better be ready for another go before our run in the morning,"
Erin whispers sleepily as she wiggles her ass briefly against me.

   "I seem to remember that you always get you way," I say, kissing her
neck again.

   "Yes, I do."

   She falls asleep quickly, but I continue to trace her tan lines, happy
to feel her next to me.  Soon enough, exhaustion even reaches me...

   ***

   Bleep

   I slowly open my eyes and reach for my

   phone.  Erin groans at the movement but doesn't wake up.  My eyes strain
to make out the words on the screen, but they soon adjust to the light. 
The text is from Hannah.

   'it didn't work out'

   A second one followed...

   'can we meet...I would like someone to talk to'

   I turn off my phone before snuggling against my Erin again.  It truly
does rain hardest on a cloudy day.  I look down briefly at my sleeping
cousin.  But it looks like the clouds are finally clearing up.


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