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 Title: The Falls


Summary: Cousins come to a life-changing realization.   


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,oral,anal,hot,sex,blowjob,young







   "Hey, turd!"

   "Shut up, Bucky!"

   I didn't even turn around.  I could hear the smile in her voice and I
smiled in my reply, but continued cleaning the fuel intake on the
lawnmower, my hands submerged in the solvent as I scrubbed at it with my
thumbs.

   My cousin was right behind me now and she reached forward to smack my
elbow in an attempt to cause me to drop the small motor part on the
workbench.  "What's that?" she asked.

   "Fuel intake for the tractor," I answered.

   "Do you know what you're doing?" she smiled.

   "Rarely," I said, smiling back up at her.  Her brown eyes sparkled, her
dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.  "How you doing, Becky?  Good to see
you."

   "Good to see you, too, cuz." She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and
pulled herself in close to give me a hug.  I tilted my head toward her and
gave her a kiss on the cheek since my hands were busy, plus I was covered
in yard grime and sweat, with a hint of gasoline.  "Need a hand?" she
asked, letting go.

   "Sure."

   She started clapping.

   I laughed.  "You're such a dork."

   She laughed and asked what I needed.  I asked her to grab one of the red
shop towels from the pile and lay it flat on the workbench, next to the
tub. She put it on there like I asked and I set the fuel intake on it
before grabbing another towel to wipe my hands down.  I dried the fuel
intake with the air compressor and Becky helped me re-attach it to the
motor.  I primed it and started the riding mower and it ran like a dream,
not sputtering like it had been before.

   "Now what?" she yelled as I revved the engine.

   "What?!" I yelled, cupping my ear.

   "Now what?!" she yelled, louder and slower.

   "No thanks!  I already ate!" I shouted, waving. 

   She just made a face and gave me the finger.

   I backed the engine down to idol and said, "I've got to hook up the
trailer and pick up all the branches that fell, and pile them up in the
woods."

   "Let's go," she said, jumping onto the lawnmower and dropping onto my
lap.

   Well, that was unexpected.  My cousin Becky was obviously outgoing and
lighthearted.  We'd been almost best friends since we were kids.  Only a
few months apart in age, both of us now eighteen, we spent most of our time
together when our families would get together a few times a year, plus all
the phone calls, e-mails, and instant messaging we would do.  Most of her
comments to any of my posts were sarcastic and funny, but that was Becky.

   Did I mention that she's hot?  Because she is.  She used to be cute,
then she grew up and became hot.  Even when she was little and had a severe
overbite (that's why I started calling her Bucktooth Becky, which quickly
got shortened to Bucky), she was cute.  She's one of those people that
skimmed right through what is often called the "awkward phase." She never
had that.  I had that, but she didn't. 

   And now, here she was, sitting on my lap in her Daisy Dukes, tank top
and flip-flops.  "Come on," she said, gripping the steering wheel and
bouncing on my lap as she turned to look at me with a big smile.  "Let's
go. Time's a wastin'."

   The tractor lurched forward as I controlled the pedals while I let Becky
steer.  I looked over her shoulder, telling her where to go while I kept my
hands on her trim waist.  She squealed and laughed when we jerked forward,
falling backward into my chest, but she quickly regained her composure and
steered us toward the shed in the back, where I hooked the yard trailer
onto the lawnmower and asked if she wanted to drive.

   "Really?" she asked.  "I don't know."

   "Sure." I showed her the controls and told her just to keep it in the
low gear.  I walked over to the pile I had already started, Becky driving
beside me, smiling the whole time.  I told her how to turn it off and she
cut the engine. 

   "That was fun!" she said.  I told you she was lighthearted.  She hopped
off the tractor and we began picking up the branches I had piled up, and
tossed them into the trailer.  We talked as we worked, moving around the
large yard, creating piles in different areas so Becky could drive to each
pile.

   "What have you been up to since graduation?" she asked.

   "Nothing much.  Trying to get some money saved for college.  Mostly
doing lawns and stuff."

   "Do you like it?  Make good money?"

   "I do like it.  I don't think I want to do it long-term, but it pays
well, and I can choose when I want to work; that way I'm not working all
summer, but can still go out, relax, that kind of stuff."

   "Cool.  Are you still going out with what's her name?"

   "Cara?  No, we broke up."

   "What happened?"

   "Just didn't work out," I shrugged, still picking up branches. 
Honestly, I didn't want to talk about it.

   "Who broke it off?"

   "She did."

   Becky muttered something.

   "What?"

   She stood straight up and turned to look at me.  "I said she's an
idiot."

   "You don't know the whole story," I said.

   "I don't have to." She dropped her branches in the trailer as she walked
over to me.  "You forget, I know you.  I know what kind of guy you are. 
I've seen you at your best and at your worst.  I say if she can't
appreciate you for who you are, good riddance." 

   "Becky," I started to object.

   "What, Steve?" Her arms were crossed and she had one eyebrow raised as
if challenging me to try and change her mind.

   "Nothing," I sighed.

   She frowned and said, "One day, you're going to find someone who is
going to love you the way you deserve." With that, she turned and walked
back to pick up more branches and sticks.

   I watched her walk away and thought, "Maybe one day I'll find someone
like you." I returned to my task.  We were loading our second-to-last pile
into the trailer when my aunt Brenda, Becky's mom, stuck her head out the
back door and yelled that lunch was ready. 

   "Go ahead!" I waved.  "We'll be in, in a few minutes!" She waved and
turned to walk back into the house. 

   "What are we doing after lunch?" Becky asked me.

   "I don't know," I said.  "I haven't really thought about it."

   "Want to go to the falls?"

   I shrugged, "Sure."

   She smiled at me.  "Sweet!  Hey, I wonder if that rope swing is still
there."

   "It was last year."

   "I remember," she frowned, rubbing her ass.

   "Oh, yeah!  I forgot!" I was laughing and she started laughing with me.
Last year she had slipped off the rope, fortunately while we were still
high up on the hill, dropped about four feet onto the dirt, and scraped her
butt as she skidded along the dirt and rock.  She was okay, of course, but
it could have been really bad, had she let go later into the swing, over
the big drop-off. 

   We finished dumping the branches and Becky sat on my lap, steering, as I
drove the lawnmower back to the shed, unhooked the trailer and parked the
mower.  "Thanks for your help, Becky.  I really appreciate it."

   "Glad to help," she smiled.  "More time at the falls."

   "That'll be nice."

   We ate lunch with our parents.  Becky's older brother, Doug, Jr.  (we
called him DJ), was working.  He had just graduated college, so with his
new job he didn't feel like he could ask off.  My little brother Spencer
was at summer camp, leaving Becky, me, and our parents alone this week. 
That was fine with me.  Like I had already said, Becky and I usually spent
most of our time together anyway because we were the only ones even
remotely close in age.  Our parents would think nothing of us taking off
for the day; in fact, they would likely break out the cards, sit on the
screened porch, playing and drinking beer, a tradition they had continued
since as far back as I could remember.

   "We're going out for seafood tonight," said Mom.  "We're going to leave
at around seven so you need to be back in plenty of time."

   "Yes, ma'am," I said.

   As Becky walked into the living room, she was wearing the same clothes
she had been wearing before, only this time I could see the ties of her
swimsuit sticking up around her neck.  Of course she looked amazing.  We
loaded a cooler with some of the sodas from the garage refrigerator,
grabbed some chips and bean dip, and loaded into my truck.  When we got to
the end of the long dirt road, we knew we had to walk about a half a mile
to get to the falls and while we knew that other people knew about it, we
had never actually seen anyone there.  It took a lot of effort to get to it
and we had actually found out about it by accident, listening to a couple
of older teens talking about it when we went to get shakes at the sandwich
shop a few years ago.  When I was old enough to drive, we searched for it,
found it, and noted how to get there.  We've been back several times since
then.

   As we walked down the trail to the falls, Becky started asking me about
Cara again.  I decided to just let the story unfold as I talked, knowing
Becky would be sympathetic, but also would tell me when I was doing
something stupid.  I had always been able to get her input about girls and
sometimes she would ask me about boys.  I was the closest thing to a girl
friend she had, she would say.  I would always roll my eyes and say,
"Thanks a lot," before she would laugh.  For my sixteenth birthday, she
even got me a manicure kit with several colors of nail polish, laughing
loudly as I looked at it.  The rest of the family laughed, too, but not to
the extent she did.  Later on, however, she gave me my "real" present: a
runner's watch.  I loved and still wear it to this day.

   "So she got mad that you didn't buy her more things?" asked Becky,
incredulous.

   "I wouldn't say that.  I mean, maybe, but I don't have that kind of
money.  I took care of her the best I knew how, but I guess that wasn't
enough for her."

   "Steve, you've got a good heart, and you're a good-looking guy.  You're
funny, smart, hard-working, confident. . .  One day, you'll have some horny
young thing wrapped around your finger," she smiled.  "Who knows?  Maybe
you already do and just don't know it."

   "Maybe," I said.  "What about you?  What's the latest?"

   "Randy?" she asked.  "Dickhead bounced after graduation.  He said he
couldn't go to college already in a relationship.  Something about clipping
his wings so he can't flyyyy, or something.  Have you ever tried to watch a
chicken fly?  They kind of jump and flail.  That's how I see him trying to
flyyyyyy." She ran awkwardly, lifting her knees high and flapping her arms
awkwardly as she described it.  "He don't know a damned thing about women."

   She had me laughing as she loped down the trail before stopping to wait
for me.  "Come on, slow poke!" she called.

   "Hey, I'm the one carrying the cooler and all the crap.  Probably so you
can flyyyyy," I mocked.

   She put her hands on her hips and made a face.  "I thought you wanted to
be a gentleman.  Maybe I need to teach you a thing or two about how to
treat a lady."

   "Well, maybe one day I'll meet a lady.  I'll let you know."

   "Hey!" She tried to look offended, but ended up laughing at me.  When I
got to her, she took the towels off my shoulders and the blanket off my arm
and carried them.  It didn't help much because they weren't heavy or
awkward, but it was nice that she shared the load.

   It wasn't long before we were at the edge of the little pool where the
water fall fell about fifteen feet over the edge of the rock into the clear
green water.  We dropped our stuff on a rock at the edge of the pool and I
walked down to the sandbar to feel the water.  It was warm and I called up
to Becky how great it felt.

   I walked back up off the sand bar and I turned to round the boulder,
stopping dead in my tracks.  Becky was bent over in front of me, facing
away, her lean legs and bubbly ass right in my view.  Her bikini was a hot
pink, fairly modest for a bikini, but on her frame, with her bent over, it
was stretched tight across her backside.  She stood up and turned toward me
with a big smile on her face.

   "What do you think?" she asked, her arms out to the sides.  "I just got
it."

   "It's. . .  uh. . .  nice."

   "Nice?" she asked, her hands on her hips.  "That's not exactly what I
was going for."

   "Pretty?" I asked.  She just scowled.  I swallowed hard.  "Sexy?" I
croaked.

   She smiled and relaxed.  "Are you asking or telling?"

   "Telling.  It's sexy."

   "THAT's what I was going for," she said, pointing at me.  "So, thank
you." She walked toward me.  "So it's warm, then?" she asked.

   "Yeah."

   "Well, come on, then." I took off my shirt as she walked toward the
sandbar.  We had to wade in from this side because it was so shallow.  The
waterfall was directly across from us and the rope swing was at the far
end, where the water was still deep from the stirring water of the falls.

   I followed Becky into the water until it was at the top of our legs,
then she dove in, coming back up a few feet further out before standing
chest deep in the crystal pool.  "This is nice," she said with a smile. 
"Come on in." I dove in and stayed low before I heard her squeal when I
grabbed her legs.  I surfaced right next to her, only to be assaulted with
a series of punches on my arm and splashes of water as she laughed and
called me names.

   "I give up!" I cried, laughing as I tried to keep my back to her so I
could breathe without taking a mouthful of water.  She stopped splashing me
and I turned around to see her smiling as she kicked away toward the center
of the pool.

   "Come on," she said, "Let's jump off the falls."

   "Okay." I followed her over as she swam leisurely toward the bank by the
falls side.  I climbed out first and helped her on the slick rocks.  She
ended up holding onto my hand the whole time, which was fine with me.  I
have to admit that I felt butterflies in my stomach at her touch and tried
to brush it off.  She was my cousin and my best girl friend.  Probably my
best friend of anyone, but she was still my cousin.

   When I helped her up to the flat surface of the top rock by the falls,
she squeezed my hand and smiled.  "See?" she said, "There's a gentleman in
there." She poked lightly at my chest as she said it.

   "And you really are a lady.  I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

   She rolled her eyes.  "Don't go getting soft on me.  I didn't take it
seriously." She winked, "I know you better than that."

   I nodded and said, "I'm still going to go first, right?  So I can be
there for you?"

   "Yep."

   I walked to the edge.  This always seemed like more than 15 feet to me.
Of course I don't like heights, so that could have something to do with it.
I stood there for just a few seconds before Becky blurted out, "Don't be a
pussy; jump already." I turned and gave her a look.

   "I'm checking for sharks."

   She just smirked at me.  I turned around, counted to five (yes, it was
supposed to be to three) in my head and jumped into the water, surfacing a
moment later and giving Becky a thumb's up.  "No sharks!" I called.  "Come
on in!"

   "Good to know!  GERONIMOOOOOOO!!" She jumped in and pulled into a
cannonball at the last second, creating a huge splash and resounding thud
as she smacked into the water.  It hurt me just to hear it.

   She popped up out of the water.  "OOOWWWW!" she laughed.  "Damn, that
hurt!" She could hardly contain her laughter and it had me laughing just as
hard as we tread water.

   "You want to go again?"

   "Yes.  I'm not as big of a pussy as you are."

   "Probably," I shrugged.

   We swam to the edge and she got out before I did.  I cracked up again,
bringing a look of surprise from Becky.  "What?" she asked.

   I pointed to her back and tried to regain some composure.  "Your back
and ass are totally red."

   She laughed a little and touched her butt, cupping it in both hands. 
"It's hot," she laughed.  "Now you know I'm not lying.  That cannonball
hurt!" She rubbed her ass for a second before sticking it out at me.  She
pulled her bikini down to the bottom of her cheeks and stuck it out at me.
"Want to kiss it and make it better?"

   I suddenly stopped laughing.  Here was my hot cousin wiggling her bare
ass at me, asking me to kiss it.  She started laughing before pulling her
bikini bottom back up.  I tried to look normal and laughed a little as I
waded to the shore where she was climbing the rocks again.

   We jumped a few more times, laughing and goofing off before Becky said
she was getting hungry.  We swam across to the sandbar and walked around
the boulder to where our cooler, blanket, and towels were.  Becky opened
the bean dip and chips while I spread out the blanket and laid our towels
on it.  We sat down on the blanket, letting the sun dry us as we talked and
ate.

   "When do you leave for school?" Becky asked.

   "August 12th.  Orientation."

   "Oh.  That's only like five more weeks," she pouted.

   "I know.  When do you leave?" 

   "August 26th.  After this week, do you think we'll see each other
again?"

   "Of course.  We're family."

   "I guess," she shrugged.

   "You don't think we'll see each other?"

   "I don't know.  I mean, look at DJ.  He's out of school now and trying
to get his career started, so he's not here.  And this isn't the first
time, either.  He's missed a lot of stuff, between school and his
internships, and his girlfriend.  I'm just thinking that when college
starts, our adult life will take over and we'll see each other less and
less." She started choking up and her eyes turned red.

   "Hey," I said, wrapping her in a hug, "I'm going to make it a point to
keep you in my life as much as possible."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah.  You're my best friend, and I love you more than anyone."

   "I love you more than anyone, too," she said, squeezing me tighter.  I
pulled back after a moment and kissed her on the cheek.  She smiled and I
wiped a tear off her cheek with my thumb.  She looked so beautiful just
then.  Of course she always was, but my heart melted for her in that
moment. I leaned in and gently kissed her on the cheek again, this time a
little closer to her mouth.  When we pulled back she gazed into my eyes,
but took a quick glance at my lips before looking back into my eyes.

   I wanted to kiss her again, but this time she leaned forward and met my
lips with her own.  The kiss was tentative and gentle.  She placed one hand
gently on my bare knee and her tongue grazed my upper lip.  "I love you,"
she whispered.

   "I love you, too, Becks."

   She pulled back a little.  "No, Steve."

   She didn't get a chance to finish her thought before I nodded my
agreement.  "I know what you mean, and I mean I really love you, Becky."

   She smiled a little.  "Like you love Cara?"

   "I could never love her the way I love you."

   She threw her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips again. I
wrapped her in my arms and we kissed like lovers.  For the first time, like
lovers.  I loved her.  I think at that moment I realized I had loved her
for a long time, but I could never admit it, even to myself, because she
was my cousin.

   Oh, shit.  She's my cousin.

   "Becky," I said, pulling away.  "I can't. . ."

   "Yes, we can," she smiled.  "We're only cousins."

   "Only cousins?" I laughed.  "That's enough!"

   She shrugged.  "Maybe.  But I've been thinking about this, Steve.  I've
loved you for a long time.  A couple of years ago, I got curious and looked
online.  In a lot of states, including this one, first cousins can even get
a marriage license."

   "Marriage?  Whoa, Becky."

   "I'm not saying that," she laughed.  "I'm just saying. . .  you know. .
. even the law sees that these things happen." She shrugged and smiled a
little.

   I leaned back and ran my hand through my hair, letting out a deep
breath. "This is weird," I said.

   She looked sad.  "Steve?"

   I smiled at her and took her hand.  "Don't worry, Becky.  It doesn't
change the way I feel about you.  I just have to think through some
things."

   "I've been thinking about things, too.  A lot." She broke a pine needle
into tiny pieces as she talked.  "I know that we're cousins, Steve, and
that adds a challenge." She shrugged.  "Maybe it even means we can't be
together.  If that's true, I get it.  It just means so much to me to know
that you feel the same way about me that I do about you." She looked up at
me and smiled, then sighed.  "But the question is, what can I do about it?
I mean, I love you so much and I'm so happy that you love me, too.  But
there's so much to think about."

   "Our parents and family. . ." I said.

   "Eventually telling everyone we meet who become good friends. . ."

   "Trying to convince ourselves it's okay." I looked at her.

   She looked back at me and said, "Or trying to convince ourselves that
it's not."

   That was poignant.  Maybe she was right.  We sat in silence for a couple
of minutes.  What had happened in the moments before had literally changed
our relationship.  While from the outside it would simply (simply?) look
like I had kissed my cousin, internally my entire worldview was different.
Could this relationship happen?  I saw myself standing at the altar with
Becky in a white dress slipping a ring on my finger.  Suddenly she was on a
hospital bed giving birth and the doctor's eyes went wide as he pulled out
a baby with three arms!  I saw my parents freak out, kick me out of the
family, and Becky's parents do the same to her.  I saw us living in a run
down trailer on welfare because that's what happened to kissin' cousins.

   Damn, this shit was fucked up!  "Becky," I said, shaking my head.  I
didn't know what to say.

   "Is it the two-headed baby?" she asked with a frown.

   I smiled.  "Three arms." She smiled and nodded.

   "I thought about that, too." Her look turned serious and she picked up
another pine needle, apparently the most interesting one in the world.  "I
don't know how I would tell my parents.  I'm scared of what they might
say."

   Suddenly it hit me.  "Wait a second," I smiled.  "Aren't we getting
ahead of ourselves?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Look, we've just admitted that we love each other about. . ." I looked
at my watch, "Four minutes ago," I smiled.  "And now we're talking about
how we're going to endure the hardest parts of our relationship?  We don't
even HAVE a relationship!"

   "But don't you think we should at least think about it?"

   "Eventually.  If this goes anywhere.  Becky, you're my best friend and I
do love you, and I love that you love me.  I do.  But we're about to go to
college and our hearts could wander.  Maybe we'll each fall in love with
someone else, get married, have kids and meet up a couple of times a year
like our parents do.  We may one day look back at this time and think of it
as the weirdest crush we've ever had," I laughed.  She seemed to brighten a
little at that.  "IF it does develop, however, then we'll have plenty of
time to discuss these things and respond as the time comes.  We wouldn't
have to decide everything today, or even in the next few weeks." I felt a
lot of stress slide off my shoulders at that point.

   Becky's face began to fade into a smile before she buried her face in
her hands and laughed a little.  "You're right!" she said.  "This is so
stupid.  Why can't I just enjoy the news that we love each other?  That's
what this should be!"

   "I got so wrapped up in worry that I didn't even get to enjoy our first
kiss."

   She looked up at me with a flirty smile.  "So, now that we're more
relaxed, do you want to try that first kiss again?"

   "I'll take every chance I get, to kiss you, Becks." She smiled wide and
we both leaned in for a kiss.  We weren't so tentative this time and our
tongues immediately went to exploring.  Knowing how she felt gave me the
freedom to kiss her the way I wanted to kiss her, and to receive her kiss
with the same enthusiasm with which she offered it.  I felt my body
responding.  I was getting warmer, my pulse rate increased, and naturally I
quickly became fully erect.

   The feel of Becky's bare skin under my hands was electric.  Whether it
was due to the sun or to our kiss, her skin was warm and moist and I loved
being able to touch her.  I also loved the feel of her hands around my
back. She brought one hand up to cup my cheek, and for whatever reason,
that seemed so intimate to me, so sexy.  She pulled away and looked at me
with this beautiful, comfortable smile.  She looked all over my face, like
she was examining it.  My cousin gently swept my hair back over my ear
before drawing her hand down across my cheek again.

   "You're so beautiful," she said quietly.  I just smiled.  I placed my
hand on top of hers and turned to kiss her palm.  Her eyes closed and she
sighed.  "Why can't it be like this forever?" She looked around.  "Alone
together, in our own little paradise.  Maybe without our swimsuits?" she
winked.  "We could wake up together in the morning, spend the day together,
just us, doing whatever we wanted, then climb back into bed together at the
end of the day.  I could curl up in your arms and I would sleep in peace
every night.  I would be warm and safe always.  And I would be yours, all
yours.  Doesn't that sound nice?"

   "I can't imagine anything better."

   "What do you think would be the ideal paradise for us?"

   "Anywhere with you is paradise."

   She laughed and rolled her eyes.  "Come on, I'm serious."

   "So am I," I smiled.  She slapped my arm.  "Okay, I think a nice cabin
on a bunch of private land, in the mountains, right on a lake.  Warm in the
summer so we could swim, like we are now." She smiled.  "And cold enough
winters that we could snuggle by a fire inside, or by a fire pit outside in
the spring and fall.  A Jacuzzi on a screened porch so we could relax."

   "Naked?" she winked.

   "Sure, why not?" I smiled.  She laughed.  "I think I'd like a nice big,
soft bed for us to share, with a fireplace in the bedroom, and a big shower
in the master bath for us to share.  I guess that's it.  Ultimately,
though, it's just about being with the woman I love.  That's paradise."

   She kissed me again.  "You're so sweet.  Come on," she said, rolling the
bag of chips, "Let's get back in the pool.  I hear that rope swing calling
my name." I stood and helped her up, putting the chips and dip back in the
cooler and wading back in off the sandbar, holding her hand as we went. 
She let go of my hand and dove into the water, popping up to swim to the
bank with the rope swing.  As we climbed the bank, she was directly in
front of me, her wet, tanned ass covered in the pink bikini, wagging in my
face.

   "You'd better not be looking at my ass," she teased.  She knew me too
well.

   "I'm not," I lied.

   "That's too bad.  I mean, it's right there." She turned and looked over
her shoulder at me, wiggling it at me.

   We finished the climb to the top and I unwrapped the rope from the tree
and tugged on it to test the branch.  "I'll go first and make sure it's
strong enough, then you can go." She agreed.

   I gripped the rope a few feet above the end knot and took a run toward
the edge of the bank.  It took a sudden drop and I hung from the rope,
flying over the red dirt, then the green water.  When the rope arced up, I
let go and flipped backward as I kicked my feet up.  I heard a squealing
cheer and I dropped into the cool water, landing on my left side.  I swam
to the surface and saw Becky grabbing at the rope, which was swinging
wildly from the strong branch of the giant hardwood.

   When she grabbed it, she backed up as she said, "Great jump!  Here I
come!"

   She ran and jumped off the edge as the bank dropped, and she dropped off
the rope when she got out to the apex of the swing.  She was almost right
above me when she let go, falling feet first, landing about ten feet away
with a splash.  She surfaced and started laughing.  "That was so awesome!"
she cried.  I swam toward her and kissed her. 

   "Great job," I said.  "You want to again?"

   She backed away toward the rocks by the waterfall.  "In a minute," she
said.  "Come here." I followed her over until we stood on a sandbar
extending out from under the rocks.  We were standing in chest deep water
and she draped her arms over my shoulders.  My hands rested on her waist
instinctively and she reached in to kiss me.  We kissed and she wrapped one
leg around my thigh.  I reached down to stroke her thigh and she pulled
herself up on my neck, wrapping both legs around my waist.  "I hope this is
okay," she whispered, pulling herself into me.

   "I hope this is okay," I answered, reaching down to cup her perfect ass.

   "I like your hands on me.  You can do this as much as you want."

   "I like your hands on me, too." We began to kiss more urgently and as I
squeezed her ass, she began to moan into my mouth and her hips started
grinding against me.  I was already hard anyway, but this just served to
increase my arousal.

   "Is that for me?" she asked, still grinding her hips.

   "What do you think?"

   "I think you'd better answer the damned question," she smiled.

   "Yes, Becky, that boner is for you."

   "Good." She kissed me again, pulling herself tighter against me with her
arms and legs.  Her kiss was more urgent, prodding me to kiss her more
urgently as well.  As she continued to move against me, I found myself
squeezing her ass, that perfect ass.  Suddenly, Becky broke the kiss and
buried her face in my neck, biting at it gently as she whimpered.  After a
few moments, she grunted and her hips flinched against me as she held me
tight.  "Oh, god," she breathed.  "I wasn't expecting that." She lowered
her legs and stepped back, obviously embarrassed.

   "Man," I said, shaking my head.

   She looked at me sheepishly.  "Sorry," she muttered.

   "What for?!" I laughed.  "Giving me the most exciting kiss of my life?"

   She smiled a little.  "Um, no.  For. . .  coming."

   "Yeah!  On me!  Using me to do it!"

   She giggled.  "You're not mad at me, then?"

   "Oh, yeah," I said sarcastically.  "I'm furious."

   She laughed a little more freely at that one.  "I've never done that
before, you know, come with a boy."

   "Never?"

   She shook her head.  "Have you?"

   "Ever come with a boy?  Never," I said, shaking my head.

   She laughed.  "You know what I mean!"

   "No, I've never blown my load making out with a girl before."

   "Did you that time?"

   "No.  I was having a good time, but I didn't quite get to come."

   "Not quite?  Does that mean you were close?" She looked like she had an
idea forming.

   "Yeah, pretty close."

   "Well, that doesn't seem quite fair," she smirked.  She immediately
wrapped her arms around my neck again and smiled at me as she lifted one
leg.  I gripped her ass and kissed her as she wrapped both legs around me.
She rubbed herself against me again, every once in a while letting out a
little whimper.  She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear.  "I want to
make you come this time.  It's so hot to think of you coming with my legs
wrapped around you."

   I groaned at the thought, thinking not of us swimming, but of me buried
inside her pussy, whatever that would feel like (I didn't really know; I
was a virgin), and screwing her until I could come inside her.  The
stimulation of her request, her thrusting hips, and my imagination pushed
me perilously close to the edge.  I began pressing against her as she
rotated her hips.

   "Mmm, that's good, Steve," she whispered, her breath catching as she
spoke.  I could hear her voice quivering.

   "Oh, Becky.  Oh, my god," I groaned.

   She kissed me again and our tongues caressed each other while she kept
her hips pressed against me, gliding smoothly against the underside of my
cock through my swimsuit.  I flinched involuntarily and my breathing picked
up.  My groin tingled and I knew the feeling of a climax from all the times
I had stroked myself off.  "That's it," she whispered, nibbling my ear. 
"Go ahead.  Come for me."

   I grunted when the first blast of heat filled my shorts.  Becky must
have felt me twitch against her because she yelped and groaned before
whispering more encouragement to me.  She cooed and slid her legs off my
hips before stepping back a little, causing a cool flow of water to rush
between us.  "That was nice," she smiled.  "Did you like it?"

   I could only nod stupidly.  "That was amazing," I said, trying to regain
some composure.

   "You should probably clean out your shorts now, huh?" she asked.

   I blushed.  "Probably."

   "It's getting late," she said.  "We should head back.  You clean up and
I'll get our stuff together." I nodded.  She kissed me again.  "That was
fun," she whispered.  "We'll have to do that again."

   I smiled in return and watched her swim across to the sandbar.  I
cleaned out my swimsuit the best I could and swam over to the other side. I
watched her walk out of the water and round the boulder.  By the time I got
to the sandbar, Becky had already slid her shorts back on and was pulling
her tank top over her head.  She rolled it down and slipped into her
flip-flops.  I took my towel off the rock and dried off the best I could
before slipping on my own shirt and flip-flops, grabbing the cooler and
blanket and walking up the trail.  Becky slipped her hand into mine with a
smile and we quickly kissed before walking back to the truck.

   We were pretty much our same old selves on the ride home, joking and
laughing, making personal jabs at the other's expense.  The only difference
was how freely we held hands as we drove and talked.  Becky let go of my
hand when we got to the house, giving me a look of sadness, but I knew what
she was thinking, that we had to act normally here, like nothing had
changed.

   Dinner at the seafood restaurant was as good as it always was there, but
the company made it better.  Becky and I sat side by side and while our
parents chatted and laughed, we would flirt with our hands or eyes, while
otherwise having our normal side conversation like we had always had
growing up.  As far as we could tell, our parents thought nothing of it. 
They didn't say anything and otherwise ignored us as had been the case on
most of our family get-togethers.  The adults would hang out together, and
the kids would hang out together; we were in different worlds.

   When we got home, the parents played cards again while Becky and I
played pool.  We were all in the big lounge room in the basement while the
television played idly as background noise, none of us really interested on
what was on.  After we got tired of playing pool, Becky and I went out to
the patio and sat on the porch swing, talking as our parents' laughter and
teasing carried out through the screen door.  We could see them, which
meant they could see us, too.  We talked about nothing in particular, but
just enjoyed being together.

   The next morning was an early morning for me.  I had two yards to do,
but was home by lunch.  I came in and took a shower, changing into some
soccer shorts and a t-shirt before grabbing some lunch with the family.

   "Tonight," said Dad, "We're taking Doug and Brenda to the club.  We
won't be home until late, so you're on your own for dinner and
entertainment."

   "How late?" I asked.

   "Well, aren't you the nosy one?" Mom asked sarcastically.  Everyone
laughed.

   "Well, old people late is a LOT different than college student late," I
jabbed, causing Becky to laugh and Mom to feign shock and offense.

   "Old people?!" she gasped.  They all laughed again.

   "After midnight at least," laughed Dad.  "If it's any earlier, we'll
call so you can get rid of the beer cans and hookers."

   "Thanks," I said.  "Are you going to leave money for the hookers?"

   "I said you were on your own for entertainment." Everyone laughed again.
Yep, this was my family.

   After lunch, our parents retired to the porch to talk.  We were bored,
of course, so Becky sat down beside me while I was flipping through the
channels.  "We should go to a movie," she said, grabbing her laptop off the
coffee table.

   "Sounds good to me," I said.  "I need to get out of here.  What's on?"

   She brought up the local theater's site and scrolled through it.  "If we
leave soon we can go see, 'The Mirror Darkly.' I hear it's really creepy."

   "Awesome," I said.

   "I'll go get changed for our first date," she whispered with a smile,
closing her laptop.

   "Date?" I asked.

   "Mm-hmm.  You don't have a problem with going on a date with me, do
you?" she smiled.

   I couldn't help but smile back.  "Not at all.  Don't dress up, though.
You're perfect just like that."

   "You're sweet.  I'll keep it casual," she said.

   I went out to tell our parents that Becky and I were going to a movie
and that if we didn't see them before their night out, to have a good time.
I went upstairs to change into some jeans and a collared shirt for my date
with Becky.  I sprayed on a little cologne and brushed my teeth before
returning downstairs to wait.

   I didn't have to wait.  Before I could sit down on the couch, I heard
Becky's door open and she came down the hall.  Holy shit, I thought, she
looks amazing.  She had on a yellow halter top and white short shorts.  Her
hair was hanging loose and lightly curled.  She had on white canvas boat
shoes and just a touch of makeup.  Damn, she looked fine.  "Wow," I mouthed
so our parents couldn't hear.

   She caught on.  "Thank you," she mouthed silently.  I took her hand and
walked her out the front door to my truck, opening the door for her and
closing it behind her.  As soon as I started it and took off, I turned to
her and got a good long look.  "I take it you like my choice," she smiled.

   "Damn, Beck.  You look amazing."

   "I'm glad you think so.  I did it for you.  I was hoping you would like
it."

   "How could I not?"

   She reached over and took my hand, giving it a squeeze.  I squeezed it
back and smiled.  When we reached the theater, we had to stand in line
outside for the ticket window.  Fortunately a lot of the people in line
were there for the children's matinee and not the horror movie we came to
see.  When I ordered the tickets, Becky reached forward with the money, but
I pushed her hand away, reaching forward with my own money instead.  "It's
a date, remember?" I whispered.  "I pay for our dates."

   She blushed and nodded, tucking the money back into her tiny brown
purse. I took her hand as we walked from the ticket window to the front
entrance.  "Can I still pay sometimes?" she asked.

   "Sure, if that's what you want, but I'm paying for most of our dates."

   "MOST of our dates?  You think we'll be going out very much?" she asked,
surprised.

   "If I have anything to say about it."

   The unenthused ticket taker droned that we would be in theater nine
before ripping the tickets in half and handing the stubs back to me. 
"Snacks?" I asked.

   "Of course," she smiled.  We stood in line holding hands and I couldn't
help looking at her.  I noticed that a lot of the guys there had the same
problem, but I honestly don't think she noticed.  This may make me sound
like a jerk, but I was proud to have someone like Becky holding my hand.  I
liked that other guys saw her as beautiful and yet she wanted to be here
with me.  One guy got caught by his girlfriend who was holding his hand. 
She jerked hard on his hand and said something to him, but he shrugged
apologetically and answered something I couldn't hear.  I laughed.

   "What?" asked Becky with a smile.

   "Nothing," I snickered.  "This dude was checking you out and he got
caught by his girlfriend."

   "Oh," she said, blushing.  "Sorry."

   "Don't be," I said.  "You can't help it that you're hot.  I'm just glad
you're here with me."

   "Me, too," she smiled. 

   When we got to the counter we got two giant pretzels with cheese dip, a
Coke and some Twizzlers.  As soon as we got to our seats in the nearly
empty theater, Becky opened the Twizzlers and bit both ends off before
jamming it into the hole in the lid.  She took a long pull and shared the
drink with me.  It was just like old times, only this time we were sharing
a drink instead of just splitting the Twizzlers.  Over the course of the
movie we would change out the Twizzler several times, eating the one that
had first served as a straw while replacing it with a fresh one.

   Several times during the movie, Becky would grab my arm.  I had moved
the armrest up out of the way so we could be closer together.  She jumped
countless times, and I have to admit that I did, too, causing us to grab
onto each other, an arm or a leg.  The truth was, I couldn't help but touch
her.  I'm serious, you should have seen her.  Now that I knew she knew how
I felt about her, and since I was now able to be honest with myself, I
didn't hide the fact that I was looking at her like she was a hot chick. 
That yellow halter and white shorts were perfect for accentuating both her
form and her tan.  She was firm and beautiful, a light golden tan.  Of
course I couldn't see her tan well in the dark of the theater, but I
already knew it by heart, and I could certainly admire her form.

   She was leaning into me, her legs curled up on the seat beside her.  Her
thighs looked delicious and I knew her short tight shorts hugged that
perfect ass.  I felt she needed to know.  I leaned into her, smelling her
hair as I found her ear beneath it.  "Becky, those shorts show exactly how
perfect your ass and legs are."

   She sat back a little and looked at me, her lips pursed in a tight
smile. "You shouldn't be saying things like that."

   "Should I tell you how amazing your rack is in that halter?" I asked.

   "No," she giggled.

   "Then forget I said anything." I went back to watching the movie and she
giggled as she leaned back into me.  Her hand found mine and she
intertwined her fingers between mine as she leaned into me.

   After a few minutes she whispered into my ear.  "Now you've got me
thinking about yesterday at the falls, and I'm all excited."

   "I didn't mean to do that," I snickered.

   "Liar." 

   Since I was looking at her, she reached for the drink, still watching
the movie, and took the Twizzler between her lips, but she kept lowering
her mouth onto it, all the way until her lips bumped the lid of the cup,
taking about four inches of the candy into her mouth, just briefly before
sliding her lips back up and taking a sip of the soda.  Her eyes darted
over at me and she raised her eyebrows before turning her head toward me.
"I'm sorry, would you like some?" she asked, moving the cup in front of my
face.

   I opened my mouth without thinking, allowing her to place the tip of the
candy straw in my mouth before I took a sip.  She pulled it away and took
another sip herself before placing it in the cup holder and watching the
movie without another word or look my way.  After a few seconds, I saw a
subtle smile creep up on her lips.  She had me, and she knew it.

   When the movie ended, she stood and reached for my hand.  "Come on," she
said.  "Let's go to the mall.  We have some time before our folks leave."

   I was hard as a rock and didn't need to be waving that kind of flag
around.  "Wait," I said.  "Shouldn't we wait for the credits?  Sometimes
they put the real end of the story or a teaser or something after the
credits."

   She wasn't buying it.  She sat back down with a smirk, looked down at my
crotch with an obvious glare, shook her head with a smile and said,
"Credits, huh?"

   Busted.  Either way, I needed the time.  She didn't say anything else
about it as we silently watched the credits roll before the house lights
came up.  Of course we were the only ones in the theater at this point.

   I was still somewhat erect, sitting here with her, knowing that we were
together.  "You know," she said, standing and pulling me up, "I could have
thought of a better way to resolve that issue than sitting through movie
credits." She pulled me into the aisle, walking ahead of me.  Walking
helped me deflate and soon enough I was in a more manageable state.

   The theater was almost connected to the mall.  It was a separate
building with separate entrances, but was on the other side of a large
plaza with patio seating, a fountain, and some benches for people to gather
and hang out.  She held my hand as we walked across the plaza and I held
the door open for her at the mall entrance.

   "What are we looking for?" I asked.

   "Nothing in particular," she shrugged.  "Just hanging out until it's
time to go home." I let her lead me around the mall, stopping to look at a
few things she liked.  I watched her try on a dress or two in a couple of
shops before she led me into a jewelry store.

   "May I help you?" the older blonde lady asked.

   "Where are your engagement and wedding sets, please?" asked Becky.  She
squeezed my hand and smiled at me.  I looked at her sideways, surprised at
her question.

   "Right this way," she smiled.  "My name's Elizabeth," said the blonde.

   "I'm Becky, and this is Steve."

   We stopped at a glass counter at the end of the store.  Elizabeth stood
behind it and Becky and I stood in front of it.  "Now, what are we looking
for?"

   "Nothing, really, just looking."

   "Have you two been together long?" she asked.

   "We've been friends forever, but we just started dating," Becky said,
smiling at me.

   "And already looking at rings?" she laughed, surprised.  She looked at
me and said, "It looks like Steve is as surprised as I am."

   Becky laughed.  "He may be surprised to be here today, but he knows our
future as well as I do."

   "Well, I, uh. . .I. . ."

   "Elizabeth is it?" Becky asked.  Elizabeth nodded.  "Well, Elizabeth,
we're not shopping today, probably not for quite some time, but I wanted to
freak him out.  I'm just looking at earrings, please."

   They both began laughing.  "Right over here," laughed Elizabeth.  Becky
followed her over to another counter with a variety of gemstone earrings.
After a few minutes, Becky decided on a pair of simple emerald studs with
zircon wraps, allowing her to change out the center gemstone studs for any
others she wanted, depending on her mood or outfit. 

   After paying, she told Elizabeth good-bye, thanking her for being so
helpful.

   "Come back when you're ready for that ring, Steve," she smiled.  Becky
laughed and pulled me out by my hand before I could say anything.

   "What the hell was that?" I asked, not angry, just confused.

   "Relax, Steve," she laughed.  "Like I told her, I was just trying to
make you panic a little.  I'm just messing with you."

   "Good one," I said, rolling my eyes.

   "What?" she said, stopping in the center of the mall and standing in
front of me.

   "Just. . .  why did you have to do that?" I asked.

   "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you mad.  I was just messing around."

   "It's okay," I shrugged.  "I should have known.  It's cool."

   "Are you sure?  I hate to think I upset you like that."

   I smiled and nodded, relieved.  "I'm sure." She smiled.  "However, now
that you did that, I feel like that's the place I'll need to buy your
engagement ring." I started walking away.

   "What?!" she called after me.  "WAIT!" She prodded me for more
information, but I just kept walking, hands in my pockets.  After a couple
of minutes she just laughed and said, "You're a real shit, you know that?"
I just shrugged.  She pulled my hand out of my pocket and intertwined our
fingers.  I held her hand gladly as we walked through the mall.

   I looked at my watch.  "It's getting kind of late," I said.

   "What time is it?"

   "Almost 5:30.  Our folks should be leaving soon."

   "Okay," she shrugged.  We walked to the truck and again I held her door
open for her.  On the way home we talked about nothing in particular and
when we turned the corner, we could see that Uncle Doug and Aunt Brenda's
SUV was gone.  I looked at Becky and she smiled at me, I think both of us
knowing that some time alone in private would be fun.

   I locked the front door behind us, as I had always been taught to do,
and walked to the kitchen to find the note my mother had written.  "Kids,
gone to the club.  Home late."

   "Yeah, they're gone," I called to Becky, who was still in the living
room.

   "Good.  How do you feel about getting your ass kicked in Mario Kart?"

   "I didn't know anyone else was coming over," I answered, walking back to
the living room.

   "Oh, that's it," she laughed, "You're going down."

   "Bring it, little girl," I said.  She turned and stomped down the
stairs. I followed behind, watching that perfect ass in the tight white
shorts, a stark contrast to her long, tanned legs.  She pulled out the
controllers while I loaded the disc into the system.

   "Care to make it interesting?" she said, one eyebrow raised as she
scrolled through the menu options.

   "You name it."

   She thought for a moment and said, "Loser gives the winner a massage,"

   "So, I win either way," I smiled.

   "I like the way you think.  Those are the stakes, then?" I nodded. 
"Let's get to it." She scrolled down and chose her character and I chose
mine.  We raced the short track three rounds, and I won twice, but just
barely.  She smiled at me and scrolled to the long race.  "Winner take
all?" she asked.

   "Hang on," I smiled.  "We had a deal.  I get a massage from you; I won
two out of three."

   "Fair enough," she said.  "How about loser on the long track has to
strip down to just their underwear?"

   "Uhh. . ."

   "Chicken?"

   She knew how to get to me.  "All right!" I said.  "Let's do this!" The
race was pretty tight for the first several laps.  We bumped each other,
switched positions, tried to take advantage and generally played dirty, the
way we both knew we would.  As we were on the last lap, I saw Yoshi go
flying off into a pit.  I crossed the finish line in victory.  "Yeah!" I
cheered.

   Becky didn't even take any time to pout or protest.  She just stood up
and looked at me with a smile on her face.  "I lose," she shrugged.  Her
hands were already on the button of her shorts. 

   "Wait a minute.  You went down on purpose!"

   She just shrugged and looked at the ceiling.  "That doesn't sound like
me."

   "Rematch!  No cheating this time."

   She put her hands on her hips and looked at me astonished.  "Are you
kidding me?"

   "No!  I want to win fair and square." I was scrolling through to reset
the game when she spoke.

   "Steve."

   "What?"

   "Steve," she said more quietly.  I looked up at her.  "Our parents are
gone, I'm about to strip down to my underwear and give you a massage.  Do
you really want to play another round of Mario Kart?"

   It smacked me in the face like a two-by-four.  "I'm such an idiot," I
laughed.  She laughed with me, nodding at the obvious.  "No," I said
quietly, "I don't want to play Mario Kart."

   She stepped toward me with a smile and bent down to kiss me.  It was
gentle and loving, not passionate, but it lingered for just a few seconds.
She stood and took my hands, placing them at the waist of her shorts.  "Why
don't you help me get rid of these?" she quietly invited. 

   I swallowed hard, having difficulty believing what she had asked me to
do.  My prick quickly filled with blood, bending uncomfortably in my jeans.
I slid my hands around to the button, my knuckles brushing her bare
stomach, smooth, taut and tanned.  I looked into her eyes as if waiting for
her to laugh and yell "April Fools!", but all I saw was a gentle, loving
smile.

   She stroked my hair and I unbuttoned her shorts.  She giggled, her
stomach flexing as she did.  I grasped the zipper tab, nerves fluttering in
my stomach.  I pulled it down smoothly, trying not to look overly excited,
but also trying not to pull it down too slowly.  When I reached the bottom
of the zipper, the flaps had folded back and a triangle of light brown
fabric was exposed in the gap. 

   "I have to wear nude-colored boy shorts with these so they don't show
through the white fabric," she explained quietly.  "Either that or a
thong," she said after a pause.  My voice caught in my throat as I looked
up at her with wide eyes.  She smiled at me and said, "I thought you were
going to help me take these off."

   I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled down.  The tight shorts
presented quite a challenge, but with my insistent tugging and the wiggle
of her hips, I soon had the shorts down past her hips and sliding down her
thighs.  Holy shit, she looked hot.  I didn't think I should be seeing her
camel toe, but it was right there at eye level.  I couldn't help but notice
it.  Becky cleared her throat, quickly drawing my attention back to her
face.  She had a sexy smirk on her face.

   "Are you just going to sit there staring at my panties, or are you going
to help me out of this top?"

   "Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry," I stammered, standing up as she turned around.  Her
butt looked amazing in those tight panties.  The color was just a little
lighter than her skin and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing any
panties, but I guess that was kind of the point.  She swept her hair over
her left shoulder and looked back at me, tapping at the hasp on the back of
her neck, where the two sides of the halter connected.  I disconnected the
hasp and the two sides fell forward over her shoulders. 

   Keeping her back to me, she pulled them down and began sliding the top
down over her hips.  It was at that moment that I realized something; I
don't know how I had missed it.

   "You're. . .  you're not wearing a bra," I breathed.

   "I can't with this top.  The straps would show."

   "But that means you won't. . .  I mean. . ." I tried to tell her that I
would be able to see her breasts, but I didn't know how to say it.

   She giggled.  "Are you worried that I'll be topless?" she asked.

   "Don't you want to cover up?"

   "We had a bet.  I lost.  Underwear only.  No bra means only panties for
me." She turned around, cupping her tits.  "Is that a problem for you?" She
still had this sexy little smirk on her face.

   I couldn't help but smile.  Damn, she looked good.  I shook my head. 
"No.  Not really." She smiled back and took a step toward me.  She pressed
herself against me and kissed me.  I placed my arms around her waist and
she pushed her tongue into my mouth.  As our kiss grew in intensity, her
hands slid up my chest and over my shoulders.  We embraced as we kissed and
I was acutely aware that she was topless, her bare breasts right up against
me, with only my shirt separating her skin from mine.

   I slid my hands down to her ass and caressed it.  She moaned into my
mouth and squeezed me tighter.  "Oh, god," she breathed into my mouth, "I
love you so much." I could only moan as she rotated her hips against my
erection.  I felt one hand leave my back and she leaned back a little,
looking me in the eye.  Her hand stroked across the front of my jeans and I
gasped at the first time a girl touched my dick.

   "Oh, my god, Becks."

   "You're so hard," she said, stroking me up and down through my jeans. 
"I can't believe it."

   "Believe it," I groaned.  "I can't help it; you're so hot."

   "Let's get started on that massage," she whispered.  She cupped her
breasts again and turned away.  Looking over her shoulder, she nodded her
head toward the stairs and turned to walk up toward the main floor.  I
followed her up to my room.  She walked in and asked me to close the door
and to turn around.  I did as she asked.  She turned on the lamp and closed
my blinds.  Walking up behind me, she pulled my shirt out of the waistband
of my jeans and pulled it over my head. 

   I felt her hands stroke my back.  "You're so strong, Steve," she said
quietly.  "I'm going to enjoy this."

   I felt her breasts press against my back and my breath was caught short.
Her hands had reached around and were unbuckling my belt.  "What are you
doing?"

   "I can't give you a massage while you're dressed, can I?" she asked
quietly.

   "Becky, I don't know -""

   "If you can control yourself?  It's okay, you just relax and let me take
care of everything."

   "I've never. . ." I hesitated, wondering if I was being presumptuous
with my warning.  I wanted her to know in case any number of things
happened that somehow made me look like an idiot.  "I've never done. .
.anything. . .  you know, with a girl."

   "Good," she said.  "I like knowing that we can learn to enjoy each
other."

   "You mean you've never. . ."

   "No.  I've never done anything with a boy, either.  Just kissing." She
continued to caress my back, my belt now unbuckled, but my button and
zipper still closed.  "Part of what Randy wanted from me, was something I
wasn't willing to give him.  I had bigger plans for my heart.  And my
body."

   I looked over my shoulder and Becky's face was right by my shoulder. 
She looked so beautiful, so peaceful, like she was in exactly the right
place.  I smiled.  She kissed my shoulder just above my shoulder blade. 
"Now, where were we?"

   I felt her hands meet at the button on my jeans and looked down to see
two feminine hands unbuttoning my jeans, the first time that had ever
happened.  I watched excitedly, unbelieving as she peeled the opening back
and grabbed the tab of my zipper.  Her other hand peeled the fly back as it
opened more and more with the lowering zipper.  My cock was hard as steel
and it looked like an iron rod draped in fabric as it strained to break
free from my microfiber boxer briefs.

   Becky pushed my pants down with one hand while she ran her other palm up
and down my shaft, moaning behind me.  I could feel her hot breath on my
back, and suddenly recognized her breasts pressing against my back.  I
throbbed at the thought of it.

   "Lie down on your stomach," she said as I kicked off my shoes and pulled
my jeans the rest of the way off.  I lay on my stomach as she said and she
straddled my thighs, the naked skin of her bare legs resting on my own.  I
like this underwear," she said as she stroked my ass.  "What kind is it?"

   "It's, uh, microfiber, I think."

   "It looks amazing on you.  Your butt looks incredible." She squeezed my
globes as she said it.  I don't think I had ever had anyone compliment my
butt before and frankly, it felt a little weird.  Not bad, just weird.  I
have to admit, it was nice, though, to think that Becky liked it.

   Her hands pressed into my back and for a few minutes she massaged my
muscles firmly, occasionally just rubbing her hands on my skin.  I heard
her moan and her thighs squeezed me on occasion.  My head was turned so I
was facing the wall and my erection was pressed against the mattress.  I
sighed at her touch and she stopped for a moment before continuing on.  Her
own sighs and moans became more frequent and I began to feel her glide back
and forth on my butt.  After a few minutes her breathing picked up and
Becky whined, "Oh, my god," before letting out a series of short, sharp
breaths, followed by a long sigh.  She leaned forward onto my back and I
felt her breasts against my bare back.

   "I want to see you," she said.

   Surprised, I asked, "What do you mean?"

   "I mean, I want you to turn over so I can look at you and so you. . . 
so you can look at me."

   I considered what that meant and smiled.  "Okay.  I want that, too."

   "Yay," she giggled.  She lifted up and knelt beside me.  When I rolled
over, there she was, her hair draped over her shoulders and her naked,
perfect breasts proudly exposed.

   "God, you're hot," I said.

   She laughed.  "Thank you.  You are, too." She caressed my chest and
stomach in circles.  I didn't really know where she was looking as she did
this, because I was focused on those perfect, perfect tits.  Her areolae
were perfect circles of a light pinkish brown with somewhat large, erect
nipples protruding from the centers.  Her breasts were teardrop-shaped,
rounded at the bottom, but with a little sag to them; like I said, they
were perfect, slightly large for her small, toned frame.

   I was snapped back to attention when I felt her hand glide over my
erection.  I looked up and saw her smiling at me, with a questioning look.
With a knot in my stomach, I nodded and her face relaxed into a natural
smile.  She turned her attention back to my dick and caressed it more
deliberately.  She explored and I moaned.  She gripped and I groaned.  She
squeezed it and I gritted my teeth at the exquisite pleasure.

   "What's this?" she asked, touching the head of my cock.  I lifted my
head to look down and saw her pulling her finger from my boxer briefs, with
a pool of silver against the black of the microfiber.  She lifted her
finger and rubbed her finger and thumb together.  "It's slippery.  Did you.
. ."

   "No," I shook my head.  "It's pre-come.  It means I'm excited.  For
you."

   She smiled at me.  She stuck her hand into her panties and made a
pleasurable face before pulling it back out and showing me her glossy
middle finger.  "I'm excited for you, too." She leaned over me, placing
both hands on the bed and I felt her nipples graze against my chest before
her lips met mine.  She rested on my chest as her tongue probed my mouth. I
wrapped my arms around her waist, reveling in the feel of her nearly naked
body against mine as we kissed.  I squeezed her round ass and rolled us
over onto our sides.  In a moment I was on top of her, angled across her
body.

   I slid my hand up her body, waiting for an interruption that would never
come, and soon cupped my first breast, my beautiful cousin's perfect tit.
She sucked in a rush of air at my touch, and moaned into my mouth.  "Touch
it," she whined.  "Play with my tit." She forced her tongue back into my
mouth, obviously as turned on by this as I was (or at least I hoped she
was).  I freely groped and squeezed her breasts, alternating back and forth
between them, experimenting.  I was honestly surprised at how they felt,
having never felt one before, soft and pliable, but bouncing freely back to
their normal state immediately.  The skin of her areola was a softer skin,
smoother, but with small bumps scattered throughout, and the erect nipples
were rubbery and knobbed, something I had not expected.  It was thrilling
and surprising and I continued to trickle into my shorts as my prick pulsed
while we played.

   "I want to see it," she breathed, before kissing me again.

   "What?" I pulled back.  Our faces were only inches apart.

   "This," she said, squeezing me through my underwear.  "I want to see it.
I want to make you come.  We can make each other come." She stroked me as
she said it, almost making it impossible for me to deny her request.

   I nodded.

   She smiled.

   Without another word, she quickly slid down by my knees and pulled my
underwear down by the waistband.  "Oh!" she squealed when I snapped up,
free of the underwear, slapping against my belly.  Becky looked at it as
she pulled my shorts the rest of the way off my feet.  Rising on her knees,
she walked to me on the mattress and gripped my shaft in her warm hand. 
"It's hot!" she giggled.  "And hard and soft at the same time."

   "If you're trying to make me come right now, you're doing a good job," I
said through gritted teeth.

   "No!  Here," she said kneeling upright again, "Take off my panties." I
nervously pulled at her waistband and her panties rolled down her hips,
getting stuck or caught at her pussy before snapping free, catching up to
the rest of the panties, which were a couple of inches further down her
thighs.  Becky's pubic hair was trimmed into a small triangle that pointed
at her flared dark pink lips, which stuck out from inside a crease.  I had
remembered that the crease would be from the labia majora and the lips
sticking out would be the labia minora.  Suddenly those drawings and labels
were making a lot more sense.

   I forced myself to look away as I pulled the panties down further, Becky
allowing me to remove them by lifting first one knee, then the other as she
steadied herself on my shoulders.  I noticed a wet patch on the crotch of
her panties, and, without thinking, I touched it curiously.  It was slick,
almost like a very thin gel lubricant.  I laughed lightly, finally getting
the phrase, which I muttered to myself.  "Snail trail."

   "What?"

   "Sorry.  I was just thinking of something Brad told me one time."

   "You were thinking of Brad?" she smiled, one eyebrow raised.

   "No," I laughed.  I held her panties up to her, inside out with the
crotch draped over my fingers.  "He told me this was called a 'snail
trail.'"

   "Well, that's romantic," she smiled.

   "Sorry," I apologized, suddenly thinking I had ruined the moment.

   She touched it and rubbed her thumb and middle finger together again. 
"Makes sense, though," she shrugged, laughing.  She tossed the panties to
the side and grabbed my wrist, placing my hand right against her pussy. 
Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath.  "This, I think, is more
appealing."

   "Oh," I moaned.  "Wow." I rubbed back and forth gently.  Her lips were
soft and wet.  I had never felt anything like it.  This wasn't really what
I imagined they would feel like.  I guess I didn't know what they would
feel like.  They were thinner than the lips on her mouth, but I knew from
science that it was the same kind of skin.  I had only been familiar with
my own cock and balls to this point.  I knew what when people were sexually
aroused, their genitals filled with blood and that's why the penis became
erect; I hadn't given much thought to the softness of an aroused woman.  It
made sense, though, but like I said, up to this point, everything was
theory.

   "That feels so good, Steve," she sighed, her hips starting to move
against my hand.  She eased down next to me on the bed and opened her leg
up so that one leg was flat on the bed and the other had the knee pointing
at the ceiling and her foot planted flat on the mattress.  As she lay down,
I rolled onto my side to face her and we kissed again, this time with my
hand stroking her pussy.

   Becky gripped my dick firmly and pulled up on it, but I said, "Barely
hold it." She nodded and we kissed as we stroked each other.  Her grip was
very loose and her hand glided gently over my skin.  I groaned into her
mouth and fed her a steady supply of pre-come to lubricate me with.  She
learned pretty quickly, apparently picking up on my responses to her
various touches.  As she experimented with stroking my shaft, caressing the
head, and rubbing lightly at my balls, I experimented with her as well.

   At a couple of points, she let go of me and directed my hand.  My cousin
pressed against the back of my middle finger as I caressed her, and pushed
it slightly into her.  She moaned long as I sunk my finger into her. 
Again, I was amazed at the soft, wet heat inside her pussy.  The walls were
soft and. . .  not spongy, that's not the right word.  Pillowy?  It was
like nothing I had ever felt.  Becky was incredible and sensual inside and
out.

   As we kissed and explored, her breathing picked up and she let go of my
cock, grabbing at my wrist instead and burying her tongue in my mouth,
frantic to kiss me.  "My clit!" she demanded, pulling my hand up before
stopping it with my fingers at the apex of her lips, where I could feel a
small knot.  She gasped and moved my hand back and forth across it a couple
of times, gasping and flinching at my touch.

   Becky pulled away from me and arched her back, thrusting her chest at me
as she pulled my head against her breast, "Suck my tit!" she breathed.  I
was happy to oblige.  Her hand returned to my cock, her grip a little
firmer, and she would occasionally squeeze it as she stroked the full
length, bringing me closer to my own release.  Honestly, I don't know how I
had lasted this long already, except that I think I was concentrating so
hard on learning Becky's body.  I alternated between her nipples, sucking
on them and whipping on them with my tongue as they were trapped between my
lips and teeth.  "Mmmmffffuuuhhh..." she cried while flinching on my hand
and gripping my head.  Her leg dropped and trapped my hand between her
clenching thighs and her fist locked around my shaft near the base.

   Becky's breathing was erratic for a short time before she went limp on
the mattress, giggling when she looked at me.  "Wow," she sighed.  I smiled
back.  God, she was beautiful.  I leaned in for a kiss and she returned it,
stroking my cheek.  "We're not done yet," she winked.  She looked me in the
eye and slid her hand down my body to my crotch.  Her eyes went wide in
mock surprise.  "Look what I found," she exclaimed.  She began stroking me
lightly again and moved toward me for a kiss.  This time we kissed like
gentle lovers as she stroked me lovingly.  Then she whispered.

   "Come for me, Steve.  I want to feel your cum on me."

   "Ungh," I grunted, feeling my asshole twitch as the tingle started.

   "That's it," she said, her lips resting on mine.  "I want that load to
cover me.  Can you do that for me?"

   "Yeah," I stuttered.  The burn suddenly increased exponentially and I
warned her, knowing from experience that my release was about to burst out
of the head with pretty significant force.  "Fuck, Beck!" I grunted and she
pulled away enough to look down.

   She squealed as my seed ejected through the tip of my painfully hard
cock.  She continued to stroke me and I continued to shoot.  After a few, I
don't know how many, spasms, I stopped firing and she slowed her stroking.
"Oh, my god, that was a lot of cum."

   "That felt so good, Becks." I rolled onto my back, my arm flopping out
to the side.  I was sweating from the heat, from my effort, and from the
sexual excitement.  "Holy cow," I sighed, trying to catch my breath.

   She sat up.  "I am absolutely covered, Stevie." 

   I looked up and she had her left arm held out in front of her.  Her hand
and forearm were coated, her stomach and thigh were spattered all the way
up to the underside of her perfect right tit, and she had a delighted look
on her face as she examined herself. 

   Becky looked past me at the clock on my nightstand and said, "It's only
8:30.  Plenty of time." She turned and bounced up off the bed.  "Come on,
let's go get cleaned up." She walked out of my room and I heard the shower
turn on in the bathroom at the end of the hall.  I tiredly turned to sit on
the side of the bed and noticed that my dick was hanging low and swollen,
but soft, the end slick with my own cum.  I snickered and shook my head
before standing up.  I walked out the door and saw Becky walking down the
hall toward me, my seed still sliding down her stomach.  "There you are,"
she smiled.  "Come on." She took my hand and led me into the shower before
closing the door behind her.
We spent the next few minutes soaping each other up and rubbing on each
other's slick, wet bodies.  We were not ashamed to explore, groping and
squeezing as we kissed.  Her hand quickly brought me back to maximum
hardness and I brought her to another orgasm with my fingers, my mouth on

her nipple.

   As we recovered and rinsed off, Becky stroked my cock and said, "I guess
we should get some supper, huh?"

   "Probably."

   She turned off the water and grabbed a towel.  "You pick a movie on
demand and I'll order us some Chinese." I agreed and we dried off.

   As Becky dried her hair with a towel, gripping the wet strands and
squeezing them through the soft, blue towel she said, "Don't put on any
underwear.  Just some shorts.  I want access." She winked.

   "What are you going to wear?" I asked.

   "A t-shirt," she smiled.  She opened the door, hung up her towel and
walked naked to the guest room.  I followed her in and leaned against the
doorframe, my dick swollen with excitement as I watched her tits sway while
she pulled out an oversized t-shirt with "My finger, pull" printed on it,
Yoda in profile, his crooked finger extended in invitation.  I laughed at
her shirt and she said, "You like it?  DJ brought it back from Disney when
he ran the marathon there."

   "That's awesome," I laughed.

   She walked toward me and kissed me on the lips, giving me a single
stroke.  "You'd better cover this thing up or you'll make the delivery guy
jealous."

   "When he sees you, he'll already be jealous of me."

   "You're sweet," she said, kissing me again before walking past me to
pick up her cell phone so she could order the food.  I slid on my soccer
shorts and followed Becky to the living room.  As she placed the order, I
scrolled through the selection of movies.  I snapped my fingers at her as
she spoke, and when she looked at me, I pointed to the screen with the
highlighted teen comedy bar in bright yellow against a field of blue.  She
gave me a thumb's up and continued to verify our address.  She plopped down
on the couch, sitting on one foot while the other swung freely, bumping the
couch on every return.

   "He said 30-40 minutes," she answered before I could ask.

   "That gives us some time," I said.

   "I don't want to be interrupted," she smiled.  "Besides," she traced my
calf with her toe, "I promise to make it worth the wait."

   "How so?"

   "There's two things I've always wanted to do with a boyfriend besides
just sex."

   "What would that be?"

   She slid onto the floor between me knees and rested her hands on my
thighs.  "I've always wanted to give him a blowjob while he relaxes on the
couch."

   "Wow," I sighed.  My dick twitched at the prospect.  She noticed and
giggled.  "I've always wanted to eat my girlfriend while she lies back on
the couch, too," I said.

   She laughed, "That's the second thing." I smiled.

   "Do we have to wait?"

   "I want some buildup time.  I want you to know what's coming.  I want us
to get our energy up so that you can give me a nice big load of cum and so
you can eat me until I can't take it anymore."

   "Damn, Beck," I said, still kind of stunned.

   She stood, grabbed the remote control, hit play, and went to the fridge
to grab two beers from our parents' stash.  She returned and settled in
next to me, leaning on the arm of the couch with her feet extended toward
me.  "Ste-eve," she sang.  I looked over at her and she spread her knees
apart, giving me a perfect view of her bright pink pussy, glossy with
excitement.  In one hand she held her beer and with the other, she swiped
at her pussy with her middle finger before extending her hand toward me. 
"Have a taste," she invited. 

   I leaned over and took her finger into my mouth.  I couldn't describe
the taste.  The only thing I could think to describe it as, is pussy.  But
I liked it.  "Delicious," I said.  "I want some more."

   "Later," she said.  She nodded at my crotch and said, "Your turn."
Almost immediately catching on, I pulled the front of my shorts down so
that they were hooked behind my balls, my STILL hard cock sticking out, and
I gripped the base, squeezing firmly and pulling toward the head to bring a
large clear dollop of pre-come to the tip.  I scooped it up with my finger
and reached out toward my cousin, who was already leaning in for her treat.
She swirled her tongue around my finger as she enveloped it in her mouth.
She pulled almost all the way off before reversing direction and driving
forward.  She did this a couple of times, looking me in the eyes as she
sucked on my finger.  She pulled off and licked her lips.  "Yummy.  I can't
wait to taste it straight from the source."

   "Want some more?" I asked, trying to be bold, but my voice cracked,
giving away my excitement.

   She giggled.  "Trust me, I'll get plenty after dinner." I twitched again
and she smiled, noticing it in my exposed cock.  That pulse sent another
bead of pre-come surging out the tip and rolling down the side.  "Okay,
maybe just one more," she sighed.  She quickly leaned over and ran her
finger up along the side, catching the rolling droplet before bringing it
to her mouth and sucking it off.  Without another word she took a sip of
her beer and turned her attention back to the movie, resting on her hip
with her legs together and curled up.  I pulled my shorts back over my
erection.

   The next half an hour was uneventful with Becky watching the movie and
me trying hard to watch it, even though my attention was primarily focused
on my half-naked cousin pointing her wet pussy at me after sucking my
pre-come off her finger.

   When the Chinese food finally arrived, I moved to stand, but Becky spun
her feet around to the floor, insisting that she get it.  I was a little
worried about the shirt being too short, but it came to just below her ass.
"What?  Are you worried he'll see my pussy?" She waved it off, saying,
"That will only happen if I do this." With that, she bent forward, facing
away from me, giving me a beautiful, albeit brief, peek at her perfect ass
and glistening pussy lips.  Before she stood, she quickly slid her middle
finger into her pussy from between her legs and withdrew it to stand up. 
She didn't even look back as she sucked her finger clean while walking to
the door.

   The look on the delivery guy's face was classic as a beautiful brunette
in nothing but a long t-shirt opened the door.  She took the bag of food
from his hand and gave him the cash before wiggling her fingers in a wave
and closing the door.  She never said a word.  She didn't even act like
anything unusual had just happened.  Instead, she walked to the kitchen
with the bag, grabbed a few napkins and came back with the boxes on plates,
setting them on the floor in front of the couch.  She gave me a sly little
grin before she sat on the couch and leaned over to grab a plat and napkin,
sticking the chopsticks in the rice and handing the plate to me.  She
repeated the process with herself, knowing full well that she was showing
me her ass and pussy as she bent forward, a little sideways, to grab her
dinner.

   I offered to get a couple more beers and she said thank you as I stood.
I went to the kitchen and returned with the bottles, having opened them in
the kitchen.  When I handed Becky her beer, she reached forward, but
grabbed my erection instead of the bottle, stroked it a couple of times
through my shorts, then took the bottle with a smile. 

   "You're a horrible tease," I said.

   She was drinking her beer when I said it, but she answered.  "Mm," she
grunted, swallowing her mouthful before continuing.  "That's only true if I
don't follow through.  You should know just from the last couple of hours
that I'm not a tease."

   "Okay, I'll give you that one."

   We talked and laughed as we relaxed into the movie, naturally making fun
of the absurdity of their dilemma and the continually increasing
catastrophe of their attempts to solve the problem.  Although there was
little outright sex involved, their was a near constant discussion of it
and plenty of bikini-clad (and occasionally topless) girls on display. 

   As soon as the end credits began to roll, Becky scooted in for a kiss.
Our hands were all over each other.  I squeezed her perfect ass, pulling
her cheeks apart as our tongues explored each other's mouths.  I slid my
hand toward the center and eased my middle fingers into her pussy from
behind.  "God, Steve," she grunted.  "That's amazing." I worked my fingers
in and out as we kissed.  Becky pulled back and ripped her shirt off over
her head.  I immediately attacked her tits with my hands and mouth and my
cousin shoved her hand down my shorts.  I was slick with arousal and her
hand quickly greased my pole.

   She quickly backed off, a look of fire in her eyes.  "I can't wait any
more," she breathed, pulling my shorts all the way off and eyeing me
hungrily.  "Just relax," she said, dropping to her knees.  She gripped my
shaft at the base and shoved her mouth down to her fist. 

   I grabbed the couch cushions on either side of me, screaming at the
intensity of the wet heat that suddenly engulfed my sensitive head.  My
whole body immediately tensed up and I knew I wouldn't last long at all.

   "Mmmmm," she moaned around me, bobbing up and down, her tongue working
wildly.  She looked up at me as she worked and her other hand was tucked
between her legs.  I could see her tits bob when she began jerking me with
her hand, holding it against her lips so that she backed almost all the way
off, leaving a thick coating of saliva on my cock before engulfing me
again, her hand bumping against my groin.  It felt like her mouth took all
of me because her wet hand followed all along until my head was far into
the back of her mouth.

   The soft, wet caress of my cousin's hand and mouth, combined with the
teasing, her nakedness, and whatever else was rattling around this whole
series of events, all compounded to flood my blood stream with pleasure, my
nerves firing constantly.

   "BECK!" I grunted.

   "MMMMMmmmm!" she replied, looking into my eyes and stroking hard and
fast.

   "AAAAAHH!" My hips thrust up off the couch and my balls sucked up into
my stomach, blasting a force of my cum into Becky's mouth.  She moaned as
she struggled to swallow it, stopping her stroking and keeping her mouth
around just the head.  I couldn't believe it, but she swallowed every drop,
not losing any of it.  After a long volley of ejections into her mouth, I
finally collapsed onto the couch, my eyes trying to focus on. . .  hell, on
anything, really. 

   Becky's hand had loosened on me, but it gripped me again and I was able
to focus enough to see her convulse on her own hand, her tits jiggling as
she came on her fingers.  She dropped her cheek onto my thigh, her breath
hot on my shaft and balls.  I forced myself to sit up a little so I could
pull her up beside me on the couch.  She rested beside me, leaning on my
chest with my arm around her, rubbing her back.

   "Thank you, Beck," I whispered.  "That was amazing."

   "Mmm," she sighed, snuggling even closer somehow, her shoulders
shrugging.  "That was so cool.  I'll have to do that more often."

   "I can't believe you got off on sucking me off."

   She sat up a little and looked at me with love in her eyes.  "I did.  I
can't explain it.  It was you, who I love, and it was your dick, which is,
god, beautiful. . .  I was just really turned on." She paused with a smile.
"Still am."

   "My turn?" I asked with a smile.  She nodded shyly.  "Lie down," I said,
moving to the floor.  Becky scooted down so her ass was at the edge of the
couch, and spread her legs open right in front of me.  "Beautiful," I said
quietly, looking at her wide-open pussy.

   I kissed her right on the labia and breathed in her scent.  It was
familiar to me now, and I loved it.  She gasped at my touch and I stroked
lightly up her inner thighs, just enjoying the touch of her smooth skin
under my fingers.  I felt her hand tangle lightly in my hair as I licked
tentatively at her lips.  "Tell me what you want, okay?  I've never done
this before."

   She smiled.  "Thank you," she said quietly.

   I explored by licking softly and firmly, pulling on her lips with mine,
and sticking my tongue into her, and she was responding to all of it.  She
whimpered, gasped, moaned and sighed.  After a few minutes she said in a
strained voice, "My clit.  Don't forget my clit." I planted myself there
and she groaned in response.  As I circled it lightly, making my tongue
pass over it in quick succession, she began to grow louder and more
enthusiastic in her responses to my efforts.  She held my head in place and
moved her hips against my mouth quickly.  She came almost immediately and
froze while her entire body tensed up silently.  I could feel her muscles
in her legs quiver under my hands and watched her abs flinch in a quick,
steady rhythm.  After a few seconds she relaxed back onto the couch and her
legs slowly lowered so that her feet were on the floor as I pulled back.

   I knew that my mouth, cheeks and chin were slick with a mix of her
arousal and my own saliva.  It must have matched her crotch and inner
thighs.  Her brown patch of hair was matted in short curls around her clit
and labia, which were flared open, slick, and bright pink, exposing the
entrance to her pussy, with a tiny opening just above it, which I knew to
be her urethra.  I took a moment to get a good look at her while she was
recovering.  It really did look beautifully complex; I also knew I was
currently in love with every part of Becky.

   "Don't even think about it," she muttered with heavy breath.

   I looked up and saw her smiling at me with lidded eyes.  "Think about
what?" I smiled back.

   "I'm exhausted.  If you put that mouth or hands back on me right now, I
won't be able to take it."

   "I'll get us something to clean up with, then," I said.  She smiled and
nodded.  I walked to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth, cleaning myself
first before reheating it and bringing it to Becky.  She cleaned herself
and then we wiped down the leather couch.  I helped my cousin off the couch
and we both went to put on more clothes, Becky in her traditional pajamas
and me in a pair of lounge pants and t-shirt.  We put on another movie, ate
some more Chinese and fell asleep as I curled up behind Becky on the couch.

   ******

   "Get up," my mom whispered.  "Becky?  You need to get to bed, sweetie."
I stirred at the sound, and saw Mom lightly shaking my cousin's shoulder.
Mom looked up at me, smiled a little and said, "Get her to bed." I nodded
and my mom kissed me on the head before heading upstairs.

   "Becky?" I said a little louder, shaking her shoulder.

   "Mm." She buried her face in her pillow and covered her eyes with her
hand.  I sat up a little more and pulled at her arm.

   "Come on," I said.  "It's late; everyone's home." I noticed that the
Chinese boxes and bottles were gone and the television was off.  The only
lights on were the two that were at the hallways downstairs and upstairs.

   "Leave me here," she mumbled.  I laughed a little and stood.  She must
have been wiped out.  She was a heavy sleeper, but had no problem getting
up early once she had rested enough.  She let me pull her up and she
stumbled along up the stairs and down the hall, with me turning out the
lights as we went.

   My parents' door was open and Mom was hanging up her dress.  She looked
out at us when Becky said, "Take me to your room; I want to stay there."
She didn't realize my mother could hear us since Becky was still mostly
asleep.  I looked at Mom and she nodded lightly before closing her door.  I
turned into my room and pulled back the covers on my bed.  Becky slid in
and I closed the door and turned off the light.  I slid in beside her and
in a few minutes I was sleeping again.

   ******

   The summer sun snuck in through the space between my window frame and
the edge of my blinds, just so it could poke me in the eye.  I turned away
and noticed that I was alone in my bed.  It shouldn't have surprised me;
I'd always woken up alone.  Last night, however, Becky had requested to
sleep in my bed and she was dead tired from. . .  well. . .

   I looked at my clock and realized the problem: it was 9:15.  I come from
a family of early risers.  When we would visit my grandparents, my
grandfather used to accuse me of sleeping my life away if I wasn't up
before 7.  By that time he had already done a full day's worth of work, he
said.  Of course he went to bed at 8pm, so there's that.  I rolled out of
bed and went to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.

   I walked into the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table with my
dad, both of them fully dressed and drinking their coffee.  She was on her
phone.

   "No, I don't think it would be a problem. . .  Not really concerned,
just. . .  I just think it would be good for them to get a little
perspective. . .  Are you sure you don't mind?" She looked at Dad and
smiled a little, nodding.  "Thank you so much.  We'll take care of it."

   "Morning," I said, pulling my mug off the drying rack.

   "Morning," they both replied.

   "Who was that?" I asked, nodding toward Mom's phone on the table.

   "That was Lewis.  I just need to get his help with something," she said
before taking another sip of her coffee.

   "Becky went to breakfast with her parents this morning early, and we
already ate, so if you want something, you're on your own," said Dad, not
looking up from the paper.

   I grabbed a bagel and toasted it before adding some cream cheese.  I
checked my social media feeds while I ate.  Becky and her parents came in.
She walked past me, hip-checking my shoulder hard enough to make me drop my
bagel onto the table, cheese-side down.  "Watch it, fatass."

   "Shithead."

   "Well," said her mother, "I'm glad you two are back to your old selves."

   "What?" I asked.

   Mom stood up and my dad followed.  "Come on," he said, looking at Mom.
"If you want some coffee, now's the time." He turned and walked into the
living room, the other three adults refilling their coffees.  I did the
same, and made one for Becky before walking into the living room. 

   "Have a seat," Dad motioned to the two empty cushions on the couch.  I
looked at Becky nervously.  I had never seen anything like this before.

   "You're not going to teach us mahjong or anything, right?" I asked with
a smile.  No one laughed.  Gulp!

   I sat beside Becky, whose hands were folded in her lap.

   "I'm just going to get right to it," Aunt Brenda said, looking between
the two of us.  "What happened yesterday?"

   My stomach sank.  "What?"

   "At the falls.  And last night," Dad countered.  He pointed quickly back
and forth between Becky and me.  "You two.  What happened?  What did you
get up to?"

   "I don't know what you mean," answered Becky.

   "Yes you do." Uncle Doug interjected without apology.  "When we got home
last night you two were curled up like lovebirds on that very sofa and
there were empty beer bottles everywhere.  What happened?"

   I started getting defensive.  "What are you getting at?" I asked,
looking around the room.

   Mom sighed.  "We're not mad.  We just want you two to be honest with us.
Please, Steve."

   I decided to take a bullet just to end it and to protect Becky.  "I
kissed her at the falls yesterday.  She didn't ask me to, I just -""

   " -"Kissed me back," she blurted.  "After I kissed him." Her chin was
raised in defiance, her lips tight.

   "Thank you," sighed my dad, slumping back in his seat.  "It's about
damned time."

   Everyone else relaxed, too.

   Except me.

   And Becky.

   We were both confused.  "What?" I asked.

   "We're not idiots, guys," said Uncle Doug.  "We've seen this coming for
a long time.  DJ even asked about it when he was away at college.  'Are
Becky and Steve dating yet?' he would ask."

   "But we just. . .  yesterday. . .  we just realized it ourselves."

   "No you didn't," Aunt Brenda argued.  "You just admitted it yesterday.
You've both known for a long time." She looked around the room as she said,
"We all have," as everyone nodded.

   Mom added, "You've been best friends your whole lives, but then in about
eighth grade you started flirting.  We knew it was just a matter of time."

   "Why didn't you say anything?" asked Becky.

   "Like what?" asked Doug.

   "Anything!  'You're cousins' or 'Don't date family', stuff like that!"

   I put my hand on Becky's arm to help calm her down.  She looked at me
like she had been betrayed.  I asked my dad quietly.  "Who all knows?"

   "Just us in this room, although almost everyone could see it coming."

   "And Lewis and Shirley," added Mom.  "That's what we were talking about
this morning."

   "What?!  Why?  What if you had been wrong?!" I asked, hot under the
collar.

   Mom dropped her head and raised her eyebrow, giving me that familiar
look that said we both knew she was right and my argument was ridiculous; I
had become quite familiar with that look.

   "We're not accusing you," Brenda said calmly.  "In fact," she paused,
again looking around the circle and receiving gentle smiles and nods,
"We're kind of proud of you."

   "Wait," Becky said, shaking her head as if she had just been hit in the
head with a baseball.  "Proud?"

   "Yeah, I don't get that," I said, still on edge.

   Uncle Doug jumped in.  "We love you guys and we want what's best for
you. We want you to be happy.  We have seen the love you have for a long
time.  Like she said, you've been best friends forever and have had crushes
on each other for years, you talk about everything.  Apart from the fact
that you're cousins, there's nothing about your relationship that could be
construed as remotely off-center."

   "As for the 'cousin' thing," Mom said, "We already have some of that in
our family, so we don't really look at it the same way that maybe some
other families would."

   "It took some getting used to," said Dad, "but once I met the family and
got to know them, I couldn't find a flaw other than my own prejudice."

   "Me, too," agreed Uncle Doug, taking Aunt Brenda's hand.  "I came to
grips with it a long time ago."

   "So we have other family that are. . .  whatever you want to call it?"
Becky asked, surprised.

   I wanted to know.  "Who?"

   "Lewis and Shirley," answered Mom.

   "Darius and Janet," Aunt Brenda added.

   "And Kevin and Mya." Mom answered again.

   "Not to mention Pete and Carol, our grandparents," Brenda concluded.

   "Wow," Becky said, stunned.  Her shoulders dropped as she processed
through it.  She looked up.  "So, you're really. . .  okay with. . .  us?"

   "Oh, baby," Aunt Brenda said, settling in front of Becky and taking both
our hands.  "We couldn't love you more.  We've had a long time to expect
this and to work through whatever doubts we might have had and I promise,
we're all in agreement: we want you two to be happy, and if that means you
are together, we're more than okay with it." She smiled at each of us
sincerely.

   "Now," sighed Mom, "The key is to let you have time to process through
it.  Realistically, not like young teenagers in love who just think
everything is rosy, but like a couple who will have real-life struggles
ahead of them.  I've set it up so that you have some time with Lewis and
Shirley.  Steve, when Becky's family goes home on Sunday, you're going with
them.  You'll stay with them for a day or two and then you and Becky will
go to Lewis' house for the rest of the week.  They have agreed to mentor
you, for lack of a better word, on what it means to be a part of a romantic
relationship with your cousin.  They are open to answer whatever questions
you have, but they also want total honesty in answering their questions."

   "Mom. . ."

   "You don't get to object," she said firmly, but dripping compassion. 
"You both need this, and you know how much Lewis and Shirley love you." She
smiled.  "He promised me that you would have a good time and he wants you
to be able and come away to relax together.  As a couple."

   Becky began to tear up and nod her head.  "Thank you," she said,
gripping her mother in a hug tightly.  They wept together and everyone else
stood up.  Both of the men gave me a quick hug before my mother hugged me
tightly, kissing my cheek.  When she pulled away, she wiped a tear from her
cheek, laughing a little.  She excused herself to get cleaned up and I
watched Becky and Aunt Brenda release their hug and laugh as they tried to
wipe away the still flowing tears.  When Mom returned, she handed them each
a handful of tissues, bringing more small laughs from the two ladies.

   ******

   Lewis pulled me in tight for a hug as I stepped out of the truck and I
turned to see Becky getting the same treatment from Shirley.  Lewis and
Shirley are technically our second cousins, and are first cousins to each
other, just like Becky and me.  I saw Becky nod and smile when Shirley
whispered in her ear as they hugged.  Shirley hooked her arm into Becky's
as they walked toward the large house, and Becky turned to look at me and
smile that beautiful smile.  I smiled back and focused on helping Lewis
pull the luggage from the truck bed.

   An hour later I was riding next to Lewis on his Gator, rolling through
the woods on his large property.  They had bought the property a long time
ago, but were finally in a position to design and build the house they
wanted on it.  The house sat at the back of a small open field, which was a
natural yard, with a large pond in front of the house.  He told me how he
wanted the house to be as low maintenance as possible, using a poured slab
foundation, high-grade wood framing, concrete siding, and permanent vinyl
paint.  All the decking is composite and all the flooring inside is
hardwood.  He even bought Shirley "one of them robot vacuums" so she
wouldn't have to do that as often.

   "I wanted our time in our dream home to be a dream, you see," he said as
he drove slowly along the trail.  "Shirley is the love of my life; always
has been.  I want to spend my time with her, not fixing the house and yard.
And I don't want her to spend her time cleaning.  We want to be able to
enjoy each other." He stopped the cart and looked at me, settling back in
his seat.  "We've been through a lot together," he said seriously.  "We've
worked hard to get to this place.  Married twenty-seven years so far.  We
had that one son, you know, who died a few years back." His eyes were red
with tears.  "We knew then that we couldn't waste our time or energy on
stupid stuff, or on making anyone else happy but each other.

   "Steve," he said, turning more toward me.  "You and Becky understand
what's going on here," he said, pointing to his heart.  "No one else may
ever get it like you do.  All they may see is incest.  They may call you
horrible names.  I've been called a pervert more times than I can remember.
And people have been calling Shirley a whore for most of her life, but I
can tell you that she's only ever known one man." He poked himself in the
chest as he nodded somberly, tears in his eyes.  He turned to face the
front and began driving again.  "People can be cruel, starting with family.
You have to be the safe place for each other.  You have to, Steve; if
you're going to do this, you have to be."

   Almost immediately he began pointing out things like his timed deer
feeder and raised garden as we circled back through the woods toward the
house.  When we broke from the woods I saw Shirley and Becky on the porch
swing, glasses in hand as they swung gently, their toes pushing off the
decking of the covered porch.  When they saw us, they both smiled and
waved. We waved back and Lewis muttered something under his breath, but I
did hear the word "beautiful."

   He pulled the Gator into the large steel shed and we walked up to the
porch.  Becky was there alone now, but as we climbed the stairs, Shirley
walked out with two glasses of tea.  Lewis pulled the two rocking chairs up
and as I was about to sit down in one, Shirley stopped me.  "That's your
seat," she smiled, pointing to the swing.  I smiled back and sat down next
to Becky and Shirley took the rocking chair next to Lewis'.  We talked and
laughed for a long time, relaxing and enjoying each other's company. 

   We all helped with dinner.  Tonight would be Shirley's chicken fried
steak, but tomorrow Lewis promised his tender BBQ ribs.  After dinner we
talked in the living room, the doors and windows open to let the cool
breeze blow through the house.  Lewis and Shirley asked us about our
relationship and how we each figured out how we felt.  I had not shared the
story formally; and Becky shared how she came to realize it, which I had
never heard.  Essentially for both of us it was just, "I just knew."

   "That sounds pretty weak," said Lewis.

   "It sure does," Shirley nodded.

   "Well, it's true," Becky exclaimed, exasperated.  "I don't know how else
to say it."

   "Oh.  In that case. . ." Shirley smiled.

   I was confused.  "What?"

   "Remember what I told you in the woods, Steve?  The only ones who really
need to get your relationship are you two.  No one understands Shirley and
me like we do.  I can't tell you how many times people have asked us about
our relationship and we have yet to be able to give anyone a satisfactory
answer, but look at us: together for nearly 30 years." He squeezed her
hand.

   "It's okay if you don't have words," Shirley added.  "You two know if
you're connected.  And the truth is, we see it," she smiled.  "And I know
your parents do, because they're the ones who called us.."

   "Do you think we'll make it?" asked Becky.

   "I can't answer that," answered Shirley.  "Only you can.  You don't
decide on day one to cross the finish line together.  You decide every day
that no matter what happens today, we'll be together tomorrow morning.  You
re-decide every day.  Sometimes that decision is very, very easy, but
sometimes it's much harder, seemingly impossible.  Sometimes you have to
decide several times a day that you're going to make it last and you're
going to invest your whole heart into the person you chose to love
forever."

   "We've had a lot of bad days," Lewis said, looking at Shirley, "But
we've had a lot more good than bad.  I'm so thankful that Shirley has
decided to stick with me during those times that I've been a jackass or a
damned fool." His eyes teared up and he looked down at his lap.  "When
Marcus died, I was angry.  Real angry.  I shut off from everyone, including
Shirley.  I left her to grieve alone.  I didn't mean to do it.  I mean, I
wanted to be left alone, but I didn't think about the fact that I was
making his mother deal with his death by herself, and one day she called me
on it.  I told her that she should leave me and find someone else." His
eyes ran freely now, and so did the rest of ours.  Becky reached for my
hand and squeezed it.  I took hers in return. 

   "She wouldn't do it.  She loved me more when I had abandoned her than
she had in all the times I had romanced her."

   "He never abandoned me," she said tearfully.  "He was angry just like I
was.  I knew he didn't mean it; he was just lashing out and he felt safe
enough with me to tell me how he really felt, even without using the words
he wanted to.  It was hard," she sighed, nodding, "I won't lie.  I wanted
to walk away.  I didn't want to be treated that way, especially by Lewis,
but I knew.  I knew who he really was and what he really wanted, and it was
the same thing I wanted.  We wanted each other.  It didn't take long for us
to apologize and to come back together to grieve our loss.  And we are
closer because of it."

   "So don't worry about people getting you," he finished.  "You learn to
read each other, invest in each other, and you'll do fine."

   "Yep."

   "Thank you," I said.

   "Yeah, thanks so much," echoed Becky.

   "Well," Shirley said, standing, "It's getting late.  I'll show you to
your room." Becky and I stood.  Shirley pressed her hand to my chest. 
"Where do you think you're going?"

   I stammered, not knowing how to answer.  I looked at Lewis, but he just
shook his head as if he wasn't going to argue.

   I sat back down and Becky followed Shirley toward the stairs.  Shirley
turned around and said, "I'm just messing with you." Lewis and Becky both
started laughing and I smiled as I stood and walked toward them.  Becky
took my hand and Shirley led us up the stairs to a second master bedroom
where we had already placed our luggage when we arrived.  Becky closed the
door behind us, locking it, and pressed her body against me.  We kissed as
she pulled my shirt up over my head.

   "Let's take a bath," she smiled, pulling me by my belt loop.  She ran
the water in the large jetted tub and began to undress.  I undressed beside
her and she put toothpaste on both our brushes before handing mine to me. I
admired her body as she brushed her teeth through a crooked smile.  Her
breasts swayed gently as she brushed and she watched me watching her.  As
we brushed our teeth, she went to her suitcase and pulled out a bottle of
bubble bath.  She handed it to me and I poured some into the swirling
water.

   We finished brushing our teeth and Becky put her hair up into an
impromptu twisted bun before settling into the tub in front of me.

   "So, what do you think?" she asked as we soaked while I caressed her
shoulders and arms.  Her head rested on the front of my shoulder while we
talked.

   "About them?"

   "About us."

   "I can't think of anyone I want to be with more than you."

   "That's sweet."

   "Honestly, I was watching us in thirty years sitting in those same
chairs, holding hands.  I could see you and me on the porch swing, or
building our own house away from everything. . ."

   "What about the hard stuff?" she asked.

   "What about it?  Isn't every relationship going to have hard stuff?  No
matter who we marry, we'll go through hard times.  I can't think of anyone
I'd rather be miserable with, than you."

   "Shut up," she laughed, smacking my arm.  After a moment she said, "Do
you really think we'll be able to handle all the criticism we'll face?"

   "Look at me," I said, scooting back as she sat up and turned a little to
the side to look at me.  "I have no idea how bad things would get for us
because of that one aspect of our relationship.  I don't know how people
will react or what they will say.  What I do know, however, is that our
parents know and have already lent their support.  We have Lewis and
Shirley to come to for guidance and encouragement.  Finally, I'll have you.
If I know that you'll be there beside me, I'll be able to handle just about
anything." I wasn't shooting her a line, but was being entirely sincere.

   "Thank you," she sighed.  "I feel the same way.  I know that if you love
me as much as I love you, then you won't leave me.  And I really think we
would be able to face anything."

   "We're here for a few more days and I know Lewis and Shirley will be
more than happy to help us work through some of our fears and tell us how
they worked through them.  We need to take advantage of that," I smiled.

   "I agree," she said, and leaned in to kiss me before settling back
against my chest again.

   We talked some more before Becky stood to get out.  I drained the tub
and stood, both of us drying off as I watched her.  She took the clip out
of her hair, allowing her chestnut locks to fall around her shoulders.  My
cousin walked seductively to the bed, motioning with her finger for me to
follow her.  I helped her fold down the duvet and top sheet and slid into
bed on the opposite side from where she climbed in.

   As we kissed, our hands stroked each other and quickly found dick and
pussy, balls and ass, clit and nipple.  Becky suddenly sat up onto her
knees and took me into her mouth, forcing me to drop my head back onto the
pillow with a loud groan, filled with surprise and pleasure.  Her mouth was
magic.  The handful of times she had sucked me in the last few days have
taught her a thing or two, and she has said the same about me.

   Imagine my surprise when she scooted her hips over against me before
lifting one leg to straddle my head.  I knew immediately what she wanted
and stroked her thighs as I began to lick her the way I knew she liked. 
She moaned around me and we again silently explored.  While I gripped her
thighs, I pulled her open a little.  Her pink flower flared open above me
and she squealed.  She quickly pulled her head up and squealed, "That's
dirty!  How do I look, spread open like that?"

   I answered by attacking her clit, forcing her to drop her cheek to my
hip as she continued to stroke me while she moaned loudly.  I thrust
against her hand and she immediately buried me back in her mouth.  I took
two fingers and thrust them into her pussy from above while I focused my
tongue on her clit.  She moaned and writhed as she tried to concentrate on
sucking me off, while I had just as difficult a time focusing on eating her
to orgasm.

   It worked, however and soon she was off my cock again while she wailed
out her orgasm, flinching on top of me.  She rolled off, dislodging my
fingers.  I sucked them clean and turned to lie next to her, kissing up her
body, stopping to take her sensitive nipples into my mouth and spending
time there to bring her to another miniature orgasm as she slid off the
previous one.

   "I want to try something else," she said with a smile.  "I read about it
and want to try it."

   "Okay," I said, not knowing what was coming.  She stayed on her back and
scooted down to the foot of the bed. 

   "Come here," she said, pointing over her shoulder.  At that point I
thought I had an idea of what she wanted and it excited me.

   "Are you sure?" I asked as I walked over.

   "Mmhmm.  I trust you," she smiled.  She settled in so that her shoulders
were near the edge of the bed so that the back of her head rested on the
side of the mattress.  I stepped forward and she stroked my slick, wet
erection with her fist, then opened her mouth and pulled me toward it.  She
slid her hand back to cup and roll my balls as I guided the head into her
mouth. 

   She giggled around me and I pulled out.  "Are you okay?"

   "Yeah," she giggled.  "Everything just looks so funny this way.  And
your balls are just. . .  right there."

   "We don't have to do this."

   "I want to." She pulled me back toward her and into her mouth, again
lightly playing with my sac as her tongue swirled around my head.  She
adjusted her head a little bit and then she grabbed my ass with her free
hand, pulling me gently forward.  I followed her lead and pressed further
into her mouth.  It felt amazing.  I groaned as I watched her.  Her hand
left my ass and she pinched both nipples before she began playing with her
pussy, fingering herself and stroking her clit.

   I thrust steadily into her, never too far until her hand came back up
again, wet with her juices and she pulled me in by my ass, giving me a new
depth.  As she worked herself over, I started moving more freely.  Her
groans and mumbling helped me pick up on where she was and she began taking
me deeper.  My dick was shiny with a thick coating of her saliva.  Becky
slurped sometimes as she worked, which for some reason really turned me on.
Sometimes I would watch her mouth and sometimes her hand or her gently
bobbing breasts. 

   It didn't take me long.  "Beck," I grunted, my hips moving on their own,
thrusting a little deeper, bringing a gagging choke from her, before
quickly withdrawing.  But instead of pushing me out of her mouth, her hand
moved faster and she started whimpering as we both worked.  "Here it is," I
warned.  She hummed around me in response and used both hands to pull me
into her when I started to throb.  I almost screamed as I shot load after
load into her throat, feeling her tongue press against me and her throat
clench up every time she swallowed.  I had to focus to keep from thrusting
into her, and my toes gripped the rug I was standing on as I made fists,
not knowing what to grab onto.

   I was dizzy and shaky when I quickly pulled back, Becky's hands
immediately clamping on a breast and working over her clit.  She wailed
again as she came, her eyes pinched closed with her head still hanging over
the edge of the bed before she somewhat collapsed, limp on the mattress.  I
knelt in front of her and when she opened her eyes, they looked unfocused,
her face a dark red and it occurred to me that she probably needed to lie
down in a more natural position.  I helped her sit up and a moment later we
were curled together.  I reached back and turned off the lamp by the bed
before wrapping my arm around her again after pulling the covers over us.
She squeezed my hand and I kissed the back of her head.  That's the last
thing I remembered for the day.

   ******

   "Sleep okay?" asked Lewis as I slid into my seat.

   "Yes, sir," I said.

   "Good."

   Shirley walked in just then.  "Are you eating breakfast?" she asked. 
"I'm making a full course."

   "Sure," I said.  "Thank you."

   Lewis was looking at a file folder.  "I'm sure you need to re-fuel." He
looked up at me without moving his head.  A knot formed in my stomach and I
looked at Shirley, who was smiling as she measured pancake batter mix in a
measuring cup.

   "Oh, wow," I said, dropping my face into my hand.  "I'm so sorry."

   "Don't be," Shirley laughed.  "Young love.  It's a beautiful thing."

   "Besides," Lewis added with a smile, "That's what we get for leaving all
the windows open."

   "Were we loud?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

   "We only heard a little bit," Shirley said.

   "Which surprised me, based on how much noise Shirley was making," Lewis
chided nodding at Shirley. 

   "Lewis!" she laughed, embarrassed.

   "Ah," I said, leaning back in my chair, "The truth comes out."

   "What truth?" asked Becky, gliding into the kitchen.

   "Well," I began.

   "Steve!" Shirley begged.

   I smiled as I continued.  "Apparently we had a bit of an audience last
night because the windows were open."

   "Oh, my god," Becky laughed.  "Who did you hear?  Me or him?"

   Lewis started laughing and Shirley followed suit.  Soon we were all
laughing as Shirley went back to making breakfast.  The tension had
officially been broken.

   "Listen," Lewis started as we ate, "I have to work today.  My office is
upstairs in the detached garage.  Shirley's going to make you a picnic
lunch, so I want you guys to enjoy the day together.  Don't worry about us.
Take the Gator out around the property and just enjoy each other.  There's
fishing gear in the shed and that pond is fully stocked."

   Becky and I went back to our room after breakfast and dressed in some
comfortable clothes.  She looked amazing as always, in Daisy Duke shorts
and a tank top.  I wore shorts and a t-shirt.  We made our way out to the
shed and pulled out the fishing gear, agreeing it might be fun later on. 
We loaded it into the bed of the Gator and I drove us back up to the house.
When we walked in, Shirley asked us, "Do you like wine?"

   "Never really had much," I shrugged.

   "I like white wine okay," Becky offered.  "Never had red."

   "I'll get you a bottle of white, a couple of beers and a few sodas and
waters." 

   I looked at the counter and there were several plastic containers.  My
curiosity got the best of me and I walked over and looked inside.

   "No touching!" Shirley warned.  I jumped and turned around to catch her
smiling at me as she walked in.  She had an insulated soft cooler and we
talked as she began to fill it with drinks from the refrigerator.  "I hope
plastic cups will be okay for your wine," she said.  I hate to do that, but
wine glasses may not be the best idea for riding around all day on that
bumpy trail."

   "That's fine," smiled Becky.  "Thank you so much for doing this."

   "Well, you didn't just come out here to listen to us.  You need time to
fall in love with each other properly," she smiled, then after a pause, she
shrugged, "Or to fall out of love.  Better to find out now when the
relationship can be more readily stabilized."

   She made sense.  "Have you ever seen, you know, cousins break up?"

   "Well, cousins marrying isn't real common, so I've only known a handful.
Our family has come to be more supportive, but Lewis had a friend when we
were growing up.  Bill Carter.  Lewis and I had told each other how we felt
and our parents knew, and when he confided in Bill, about a year into our
formal relationship, Bill swore Lewis to secrecy and told him that he was
in love with his second cousin, Danielle.  Lewis and Bill talked for
several months and eventually Bill talked to Danielle.  They were together
for about three years, and they had been good friends growing up.  I'm not
exactly sure why they broke up, but it was ugly; family picking sides,
traditions going up in smoke.  I think since then most of the family has
worked it out, but last I heard a few years ago, those two still weren't on
speaking terms." She sighed and shook her head.  "Shame really."

   "I guess we really need to think this through, huh?" asked Becky.

   "Yes, ma'am," Shirley answered.  "Talk about it.  A lot.  Be honest. 
But don't let that fear be the basis of your decisions.  Go into this with
your eyes open.  Then you can love freely.  Just like Lewis and me." She
smiled.  "There," she said, zipping up the insulated picnic bag.  "These
are your drinks, potato salad and cheesecake," she said, placing her hand
on the cooler.  "This is your fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans
and rolls.  That should be everything you need.  OH!  One more thing." She
walked through the door to the laundry room and came back out with two
quilts.  "Here's a quilt to sit on, and one to cover up with.  Those
breezes can get cool once you. . .  settle down." She winked and handed
them to Becky, who blushed and nodded.

   I picked up the cooler and bag and we both thanked her.  As we loaded
the Gator, she came out onto the porch and assured us that they wouldn't
come looking for us unless we were still out there at sundown; we had
complete privacy.  She waved and went back inside.

   I looked at Becky, who smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. 
"Shall we?" I aske, motioning to the Gator.  She nodded and we climbed in.
I drove around the path that Lewis had taken me on yesterday as Becky and I
talked and laughed.  As we stopped at a side trail only wide enough for us
to walk on, Becky opened a bottle of soda for us to share and took my hand.
We walked along, talking about our relationship and what we would like to
happen, how many kids to have, what we might imagine life looking like, and
more.  We came to a wide creek and sat down on a log, passing the soda
between us as we talked. 

   We ambled back to the Gator and I offered Becky the driver's seat,
watching her smile as she drove through the rough trail and shallow banks
that marked the narrow road Lewis had carved.  Soon enough we arrived on
the other side of the pond, seeing the house in the distance, and parked
near a large weeping willow. 

   "Let's eat," Becky said sweetly.  I had seen some of her domestic side
before, but I had never been the focus of it, and had not really seen the
romantic side of her either.

   The wind gently blew the wispy branches of the willow as Becky spread
out the blanket next to the Gator, under the shade of the arching tree.  I
noticed that she looked toward the house, stepping sideways to find the
best spot for the blanket.  When I knelt on the blanket and looked back at
the house, I realized we couldn't see it.  The Gator created a wall that
blocked a low view and the thick foliage of the willow blocked the high
view.

   "Can I help with anything?" I asked.

   "Nope," she smiled.  "You relax.  Let me take care of you." She pulled
the containers out of the coolers, along with the plastic plates and
flatwear.  Kneeling on the blanket beside me she asked, "What would you
like?"

   "A little of everything."

   She picked up a plate and placed a little bit of everything, except for
dessert, onto it before opening the wine and pouring some into a cup.  She
handed it all to me and I settled onto the blanket, holding my plate in my
lap as I waited for her to serve herself.  She sat at an angle to me so we
could talk, but also so we could look out over the pond and the back of the
property.  We actually didn't talk much.  It wasn't because either of us
was upset; we were just enjoying each other's company and we had learned
that we could just be together.

   When we finished, I placed a slice of cheesecake on each plate and we
talked as we ate.  When the cheesecake was finished, Becky and I both
cleaned up, putting everything back into the coolers.  I lay down and Becky
lay beside me, her arm and leg draped over me, with her head on my chest.

   "Do you think we'll make it?" she asked, sounding worried.

   "I don't know what could stop us."

   "That's what Bill and Danielle thought, I'm sure."

   I sighed.  "Becky, there are things I can't guarantee.  I can't predict
the future, but my parents have told me over and over that love is a choice
we make.  I may not know what will happen from day to day, but I can choose
to love you and only you, every day for the rest of my life.  I've already
been doing it for a few years, and I've come to love you more in the last
few weeks than I ever had before."

   Her hand circled my chest idly.  "What about when I get old or sick or
fat?"

   "What about if I get old or sick or fat?" I asked.  "Will you stop
loving me?"

   "No."

   "Then how come I can't love you, regardless?" I paused and no answer
came.  "Do you see the way Lewis looks at Shirley?  There's nothing but
love there.  I can relate.  I know our bodies will change, but I don't ONLY
love you for your body," I smiled, patting her butt.

   She reached down and squeezed my cock.  "I don't only love you for your
body either.  Although," she sighed, "It doesn't hurt that you have a great
body." She looked up at me as she said it, with a gleam in her eye. 

   I moaned as she continued to stroke me.  She rolled over onto me,
straddling me and my hands cupped her ass as we kissed.  My cousin began
gently grinding herself on my erection, causing me to moan into her mouth,
just as she was moaning into mine.  I slid my hands up her back a little
and then tucked them into her shorts, gripping both bare cheeks firmly. 
She giggled into my mouth.  "You like my butt, huh?"

   "Everything about it," I said, our lips still pressed together.

   She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head.  Her hair fell back into
place as she tossed her shirt to the side.  The immediately reached back
and unclasped her bra, allowing it to slide down her arms before she threw
it onto her shirt.  My cousin lay down on top of me again and kissed me
deeply.  I shoved my hands back into her shorts again, cupping her ass,
bringing a groan from her.  She quickly slid up my body and shoved her tits
in my face.  I took her nipple into my mouth, alternating between them. 
She squirmed on my groin and I worked my hands down her cheeks and my
fingers felt the soft, wet skin of her pussy and asshole.

   She moaned and ground even harder against me.  I continued to suck on
her nipples while I squeezed and caressed her bare ass and pussy.  She
quickly pulled away.  "Wait," she breathed.  I pulled my hands out and she
quickly stood.  She ripped her shorts off before kicking them to the side.
She was absolutely gorgeous, standing there in the sunlight, completely
naked.  "Take that off," she said, pointing to my shirt while she bent down
and pulled the string on my shorts.  I quickly pulled my shirt over my head
and tossed it aside, then lifted my hips so she could pull my shorts off. 

   Becky straddled me and walked forward until she knelt over my head.  She
didn't have to ask me twice to eat her.  I played with her tits as I ate
her pussy.  She squealed and rubbed her lips against my face.  Reaching
back, Becky gripped my cock and stroked it passionately as I licked and
sucked on her.  Soon enough, she came on my mouth.  I pulled on her nipples
as she came, bringing another squeak from her throat before she relaxed and
pulled off my face.  She giggled a little, stroking herself.

   She bent down and kissed my cockhead before taking me into her mouth and
bobbing a couple of times, coating me with saliva before sitting up.  I was
hard as steel.  "I'm ready," she said quietly, swinging her leg over me.

   "What?  Really?" I was excited to hear her say that.

   "Mmhmm," she nodded with a nervous smile.  "I know I love you, Steve. 
You're the one I've wanted for a long time.  I want us to be each other's
first and only lovers for the rest of our lives." She settled onto my
groin, pinning my erection against me, her pussy resting on it.

   "I love you, too, Becks.  I want to make love to you, only you." She
looked so beautiful just then.  The sun brought out the gold and red
highlights in her brown hair, and her soft skin glowed.  The same breeze
that blew the willow branches, stirred Becky's hair gently.  She smiled at
me as she scooted back.  She looked down as she gripped me.  I looked down
at her hand around my cock.  She lifted one knee, rising up a little, and
held my erection almost straight up.  Slowly I felt the hot wet pussy of my
cousin slide down over my head and shaft.

   "Oh, god," she sighed, her brow furrowed.  She slowly rose back up
before lowering a little, repeating the process, taking more of me each
time.

   "Oooooh." She had settled all the way down and I felt her perfect ass
rest on my thighs.  Becky leaned forward, resting her hands on my chest. 
She opened her eyes and smiled at me.  "God, I can't tell you how good this
feels.  I've wanted this for so long."

   I tried to speak smoothly, but couldn't.  My voice was strained.  "You
feel so good.  I can't believe we're doing this."

   "Finally," she smiled, biting her bottom lip.  She leaned down to kiss
me and I felt her pussy glide along my length.  I never knew the inside of
a vagina was so complex.  It surprised me that it moved and pulsed, that
Becky could flex it at will.  I felt the underside of my head roll over
something that felt smooth and round, which I later came to realize was her
cervix.  As we continued to kiss, Becky began to roll her hips, moaning and
whimpering into my mouth.

   She sat up and my hands automatically went to her thighs, up by her
hips. I watched her tits bounce lightly as she rode me slowly.  "You're so
beautiful," I said.  I couldn't describe the love I had for her at the
time. She smiled and picked up the pace, her breath quickening.  One hand
left my chest and she began stroking her clit as she rode me.  I'll be
honest, all this description makes it sound like I had control and lasted a
decently long time.  But I didn't.  If I had to guess, I would say it was
less than a minute.

   "Oh, god," I grunted.

   "Are you gonna come in me?" she panted, her eyes filled with lust.

   "Can't help it," I strained.

   "Don't."

   "Sorry!  AHHHH!" I blasted into her and she slammed down onto me.  She
continued to work over her clit as I loaded her up with my seed.  After I
finished, She bounced a few more times before climaxing around me with a
silent shudder.

   "Holy shit," she sighed, laughing a little.  "Sex is awesome!"

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "I -""

   "What for?" she asked, lying on my chest and kissing my lips. 

   "When you told me not to come, I couldn't help it."

   She laughed a little.  "I didn't tell you not to come.  You said you
couldn't help it, so I told you not to.  Not to help it.  I wasn't telling
you not to come in me; I was telling you not to hold out."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  I wanted it."

   "Good," I laughed.  "I was worried."

   "Trust me, I'm safe." She kissed me again and rolled off to the side.  I
felt my cum drip out of her onto my thigh as she rolled off.  "One day I
won't be.  I'll want you to fill me up so we can have babies.  But not
today." She kissed my chest and I stroked her back.  After a few minutes of
silence Becky reached behind her and grabbed the second blanket.  "Shirley
was right," she said, unfolding it and laying it over us with a smile.

   We drifted off to sleep together, the cool breeze blowing over us, and
the rustling of the willow playing a lullaby to ease us into a light sleep.

   We awakened about an hour later and made love again.  This time my
cousin wrapped her legs around me as I thrust gently into her.  Her eyes
were closed in pleasure, her breasts bobbed with each thrust, and her wet
pussy gripped me.  Again I came inside her as we kissed and she held me
tight in her arms and legs.

   We cleaned up, folded the blankets and loaded the Gator.  Becky didn't
let go of my hand for the whole ride back.  I couldn't stop smiling.

   Shirley and Lewis knew immediately.  "Have a good day?" asked Shirley
with a wry smile as we entered the house, coolers and blankets in hand.

   Becky looked at me, blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear.  "Great
day," she said, squeezing my hand.  Shirley winked at me as she took the
coolers from me and Becky walked past her to put the blankets in the
laundry room.

   When she returned, Lewis smiled at both of us.  "The barbeque is just
about done.  Why don't you go get cleaned up for dinner?"

   We agreed and headed upstairs to share a shower.  I didn't look at Becky
the same after that.  In fact I could never look at her the same again. 
Before that afternoon I truly believed I was in love.  From that point
forward, however, I knew for sure.

   EPILOGUE

   Becky's perfect ass rippled with each impact as I thrust into her.  Her
arms were thrust forward against the headboard, her perfectly manicured
hands pressed against the wood.  The white of her knuckles stood in stark
contrast to the bright red nail polish. 

   Her hair was no longer perfectly set, the way it had been just an hour
ago.  Instead, when she spun her head around to glare at me, her wet hair
slung droplets of water across her own back, my stomach and chest, and the
sheets of the luxury bed.  "Fuck it!" she demanded, forcing herself back
against me, driving her knees into the mattress.  "Drive that cock into
your bride's ass!" She had a wicked smile as she said it.

   "Oh, shit," I grunted.  I liked the sound of that.  "Say that again!"

   "You like that, huh?" She rolled her hips as she pulled forward before
spearing herself onto my thrusting rod.  "How's this, then?" She used a
pouty voice, one she had used several times in our three years of dating
and engagement, and she knew drove me wild.  "Fuck my ass.  I want my
husband's big cock in my tight newlywed ass."

   "Oh, fuck, Becks."

   "Shove that dick in your wife's ass.  I saved myself for you, Steve. 
Yours have been the only fingers inside me, the only dick I've ever sucked
and swallowed cum from.  Your cock has been the only one inside my cunt and
ass." She never stopped moving, and her talk was getting us both more
worked up.

   "You're so sexy, baby," I said, trying to maintain some composure.  "I
love you so much!"

   "I love you, too.  Cuz."

   "Damn!" I blasted deep into her ass, holding her soft, perfect ass right
up against my groin as I blew my load inside her.

   "That's it!" she whined, her ass gripping me rhythmically.  She had one
hand under her now, stroking her clit and I felt her come just as my orgasm
was finishing up.  She slid forward, allowing me to follow her and lay face
down on her back.  I was still buried in her ass and kissed the back of her
neck.

   "Now we need to shower again," she giggled.

   "How about that bubble bath instead?" I asked.

   "Mmm, that sounds nice."

   I kissed her cheek and slid out of her ass, bringing a giggle from her
as my cum seeped out and ran down over her labia.  I grazed the back of her
leg with my fingertips as I crawled off the bed and walked to the bathroom.
As the water ran, forming fragrant bubbles, I walked past the bed to the
glass door and opened it, letting the warm breeze refresh our room.

   As I looked out at the turquoise ocean, I felt Becky's hands slide
around my waist until I was completely embraced from behind.  The familiar
feeling of her beautiful breasts and the warmth of her stomach and mons
made me smile.  I wrapped my arms over hers before bringing her hand up and
kissing the palm.  I looked at the simple gold band that sat loosely on her
finger, nestled against the modest, but brilliant diamond setting on the
narrower band, and I wondered at why someone like her would fall in love
with someone like me.  That thought quickly passed, however, as Becky had
always tried to justify her choice, and eventually convinced me that I just
needed to rest in the truth of it rather than to try and rationalize it.

   "I really do love you, Becky," I said quietly, stroking my thumb over
the back of her hand as I looked at the diamond shimmering on her finger.

   "I know you do, Steve.  And I really do love you." She squeezed me
tighter.  We stood in silence for a brief time and Becky moved in front of
me.  She pointed out to the hammock under the gauzy gazebo on the beach and
said, "After our bath, I want to curl up with you and nap right out there.
I'm exhausted from the wedding."

   "Me, too.  But I'm sure I'm not nearly as worn down as you are." I
turned to look at her.  "You did an amazing job on the wedding, Becks.  It
was exactly like you had told me you wanted it to be.  The wedding was
beautiful, the reception was beautiful, and I honestly had a good time."

   "You looked so handsome in your tux, too," she smiled.

   "Well, I always said I wanted to wear a tux with tails at my wedding," I
shrugged.  "But I couldn't take my eyes off you."

   "You always say that," she laughed.

   "Because it's always true," I smiled.  "But it was especially true this
morning."

   "Come on," she said, pulling on my hand.  "That bath is waiting for us."
She pulled me toward the bathroom, which was only an extension of the large
bedroom in our beachfront bungalow.  She grabbed the champagne and glasses
off the dresser and handed them to me before grabbing her cell phone.  As I
poured the champagne again, I saw her fingers flying over the screen.

   "Who was that?" I asked.

   "Everyone.  I just told them thank you for making this so amazing and
thank you for the honeymoon."

   Just then the phone chimed.  She looked at it and laughed, showing me
the screen.

   "You're on your honeymoon.  Get off the phone." It was from Shirley.

   Shirley and Lewis had given us this honeymoon as a wedding gift.  As
they handed us the envelope two months ago, they said that they knew we
didn't have much money and that they thought this was something that we
could use more than anything for the apartment.  Becky began to cry when
she opened it and tried to give it back, but they wouldn't take it. 
"They're just vouchers," Lewis explained.  "You have to register for your
flight and the stay under your own names.  It's ten days, and we gave it to
you early enough that you should be able to cancel your other plans.

   We hugged them tightly.  Ever since that first few days at their house,
they had become very special to us.  There's no telling what kind of
investment they have made in us, but our lives have been dramatically
changed by them and we have gone to them countless times for advice and
support.

   This morning we had a simple garden wedding, but one that had the things
we both wanted: I wanted a tux with tails, Becky wanted a nice wedding
dress, and we wanted our friends and family to be with us.  The crowd was
small because of the nature of our relationship.  The truth is, we have
lost some of our friends and some of our extended family, but the friends
and family who are very supportive of us made it a wonderful wedding.  We
had a brief, casual reception after the wedding and flew the two hours to
the small, private resort before taking a sea plane for the last few
minutes of the trip, to the resort's private island.

   Becky stood from the tub first, the suds sliding down her perfect form.
She stepped out and reached for a towel, blotting herself dry as I drained
the tub and dried off.  She walked through the bedroom and into the living
area before returning with the cordless house phone and a menu.  She
brushed her hair as she looked at the menu, resting it on the bed beside
her.  After a couple of minutes she asked how I felt about steak and crab
legs for dinner.  After I consented, she called the order in and set the
time for 8:30.  By the time we finished freshening up, complete with Becky
allowing me to help her lotion up, the sky was a bright pink and purple,
the sun low in the sky, not quite touching the now deep blue of the sea. 

   My bride remained perfectly nude, only the wedding set breaking up the
creamy landscape of her amazing body.  She took my hand and led me, naked,
off the patio, past the landscape of palm and hibiscus, out onto the
cooling white sand, and toward the gazebo.  The gazebo had a hammock, and
two lounge chairs sandwiching a small table.  The hammock embraced me as I
lay down, Becky settling in next to me.  She pulled a lightweight blanket,
the softest I had ever felt, over us, up just past our waists.  We quickly
fell asleep to the sounds of the breeze and waves.

   Becky's phone woke us up when it was just turning dark.  She hit the
button to cancel the alarm and kissed me before we both stretched. 

   "Hey, look at that," I said, craning my neck to see over her head.

   She looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh, my god!  Look!" She sat up,
allowing me to do the same, and we took note of the table that had been set
with covered dishes, a three-wick candle in a glass dome, and a small vase
of low-cut native flowers.  The table was level on a wooden platform,
covered corner to corner with a soft rug.  As we approached we saw that
both chairs had a fresh folded white robe on the seat.  Beside the table an
ice bucket on a stand housed a fresh bottle of champagne.  A small hand
bell rested on the corner of the table by the ice bucket with a card that
read, "ring for service."

   We enjoyed our dinner on the beach.  Becky looked beautiful,
unsurprisingly, and very relaxed.  We sometimes ate in silence and
sometimes talked about our future.  Mostly we just enjoyed each other.  Day
one of our marriage was drawing to a close, but we were still able to make
love again, this time more romantically after dinner, the breeze from the
ocean cooling our room as my new, young bride gently rode me before drawing
my seed out of me.

   That was still our favorite vacation together and we were able to afford
to return for our tenth anniversary and plan to return for our twentieth,
and every tenth year for as long as we're able.

   By our second anniversary Becky was pregnant and when he was born that
next fall, we were both relieved to see that he only had one head and two
arms.  As soon as he was born, the doctor placed him on his mother's chest,
and both mother and father joined their son in crying.  Becky doted on him
as the doctor cleaned and patched her up and when she had looked her son
over, she looked at me and wiped her brow in an exaggerated manner.  I
laughed, knowing she was glad to see that he was totally normal.

   When I walked out into the waiting room at the birthing center, both
sets of parents, Becky's brothers, and Shirley and Lewis stood to hear the
news.  "Our son and his mother are doing great." They cheered and hugged
me. After the rounds had been made, I turned to Shirley and Lewis.  Becky's
parents and mine stepped back and looked at us with smiles on their faces.

   "Lewis and Shirley, come on in." They looked shocked. 

   "But your parents," Shirley started.

   "Go," said Mom, waving them in.  "We've already talked.  We'll be in
soon enough."

   "Are you sure?" Shirley begged.

   "Shirley," Lewis said, taking her hand, "The longer we wait out here,
the more we're holding up the rest of his family."

   "Don't make me wait too long," Aunt Brenda laughed.  "I can hardly wait
as it is.  Go on."

   Shirley nodded and they both followed me in and down to the room.  Becky
was covered and her son was resting on her chest in his swaddling blanket
and stocking cap.

   "Look at him," Shirley whispered, cooing.  She and Lewis smoothed the
anti-bacterial foam into their hands as they admired the little guy.

   "You want to hold him?" Becky asked.

   "Of course!" smiled Shirley.  She scooped him up and I took Becky's hand
as we watched Lewis and Shirley.  I sat on the edge of the bed next to my
bride, waiting for the inevitable question.

   "What's his name?" asked Lewis.

   Becky answered as she squeezed my hand with a smile.  "Sargent Marcus
Copeland."

   They both looked confused.  Or something.  "What. . .  what did you
say?" Shirley whispered, as both their eyes filled with tears.

   "Sargent.  Marcus.  Copeland," I repeated slowly.

   "Oh, my god," Lewis sobbed.

   None of us could keep from crying now.

   "We're going to call him Marcus," Becky said, choking on the words.

   "Hello, Marcus," Shirley whimpered, smiling as she wept, stroking her
finger along his cheek.  He kicked a little when she said it, making her
laugh a little.

   "We didn't even think twice about it," I said.  "When Becky mentioned
it, I knew she was right.  It was the right name for him.  Since your
Marcus was a sergeant when he was hit, we thought this would be the best
tribute."

   "Thank you," said Lewis, wrapping me in a tight hug and crying into my
shoulder.  I looked down and Becky was wiping tears from her red face.

   "Well," said Lewis, stepping back, his hand still on my shoulder as he
reached into his pocket with the other hand and pulled out a square-folded
handkerchief.  He wiped his eyes as he said, "I guess we need to step out
so your folks can meet their grandson." Shirley handed Marcus back to
Becky.

   "Wait," I said.  "We want you to think about one other thing.  We'd like
you to be his godparents." Becky nodded, patting our son through the
blanket.

   "What's to think about?" smiled Lewis.

   "We'd never say no to that!" Shirley beamed.  "Thank you so much!" she
said, hugging and kissing us both on the cheek, Lewis following with hugs
of his own.

   "We'd better trade out before your parents put a bounty out on our
heads," Lewis smiled, taking Shirley by the hand.  I followed them out to
the waiting room, noticing that their joy obviously couldn't be contained.
They chattered happily as I walked behind them before they pushed through
the door and our parents stood to greet them. 

   Before the conversations could get started, I called out, "All right,
grandparents, come on back!" It wasn't quite a mad rush, but they ignored
me completely to make their way back to the room.  As they passed me, I
stood at the door and before it closed, I looked back at Shirley and Lewis,
who were crying with joy once again, holding each other.  Just as the door
closed, Lewis looked up at me and nodded, smiling with tears in his eyes.



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