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Cousin (MF, inc)
by ovidsmeta@hotmail.com
Date: 24 June 1999
We were late. The flight had been delayed, but they'd kept the poor
thing up for our inspection. My wife tried to coo and teas the bald
tiny three month infant in her arms. I smiled. Could the little shit
see yet? Don't gawk at the helpless thing with silly faces. She'll be
scarred for life. The kid's tiny hand reached up, probably to block the
teasing face and Sarah smiled. Fuck. I hated quaint family gatherings.
Good. The brat started crying and my wife tried to rock him quiet. The
kid cried harder. Smart kid. I wanted to laugh. Sarah was useless
with infants, children, anything domestic. Why was she pretending so
hard? When in Rome . . .
Becky, whose eyes, I'd noticed, had never left her new daughter, quickly
got off her chair and walked to my struggling wife.
"There. There," she said, picking up the bundle of bad news. "Mommy's
here honey. Shhhh. Mommy's right here."
The brat gurgled a little, let out a long fart and started to quiet.
Sarah stared in discomfort at the display.
"When are you two gonna start a family?" Bob, my cousin's husband,
grinned.
I shrugged. "We--"
"Very soon," Sarah said, defiantly.
I looked at her. Very soon? What the fuck are you talking about? Very
soon, my ass. You haven't wanted a kid since . . .
"That's great!" Bob laughed. He picked up his can of beer. "Here's
for the best. Let me know, if I can give you any pointers."
I smiled at him. Fuckin' construction dirt-ball is going to give me
pointers. What a world we live in.
He downed his beer in a couple of loud gulps and reached for another.
No loud belch? I thought surprised.
* * *
Sarah tried to stifle a moan as a I pushed against her clit, buried
balls deep inside her. My cock jerked violently, begging for release,
so I held myself still, feeling the blood pounding in my ears.
I looked down at her red, sweaty face and matted dark hair. This was
Sarah's domain. Few could compete with her.
I slowly pulled out, trying to ease the tension and she sighed. I held
myself aloft, barely touching her, my cock-head surrounded by her hairy
thick cunt-lips and she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
I studied her, trying to guess her thoughts, but couldn't.
I didn't want to think and strained forward. I shoved it all back in,
swiftly and she gasped. I held her.
"Don't do that," she whispered, after she'd caught her breath. "You're
going to wake everyone up."
"So?" I whispered, slowly pulling out and then slowly pushing back in.
"So." she gasped. "So. Your cousin might think we're nuts."
Becky, I smiled. Over a year since I'd seen her. Shit. Over a year
since I'd been back to the old home town. Wouldn't have come back
except to see the baby.
"They'll think we're trying to get you pregnant." I whispered, reaching
to tease one of her brown nipples.
I felt her stiffen underneath and we were silent holding each other. My
rigid, unbending, hardness was lost. I could feel myself, still erect,
but floppy. She felt it, too.
"Do you think we should?" she asked.
"I don't know," I replied.
She nodded and I could hear her breathing had returned to normal. It
was over. My erection was gone and I gently pulled out and rolled off
her.
"It's not that I don't want to," she began, after a couple of minutes.
"I know," I nodded, looking up at the dark ceiling of the strange
bedroom.
"It's just not time, yet, you know?"
"Yeah, I know."
We held each other and fell asleep.
* * *
Since my father had died, and I was an only child, the remaining members
of dad's large clan focussed obscene attention on me the next day at the
party. The old man had been the oldest of five sons, the head of the
family. In a fucked up way, the dignity seemed to pass to me. My
youngest uncle was only six years older than me and the other three kept
pushing beer and nasty food in my direction. The old man had dragged
them out of Arkansas and to Chicago. He had made them lower middle
class and they were grateful.
Sarah, my princess, was hard for them to take. Everything about me was
hard for them to take. I was almost forty, had been married for more
than ten years and still had no children. But worse, I was a professor
of all things, a professor of history. I irritated them and their
sixteen children. I may have even irritated their thirty some odd
grandchildren, but I'd never taken a poll. Through it all, for good or
bad, but mostly bad, I was still, in their eyes, heir to the head of the
family, the man.
I walked along the hot concrete of Bob's new pool deck. Little cousins
were splashing and screaming their delight in the hot air. I shook my
head, imagining several floating face down, having drowned. No one was
watching them.
Sarah was lying back on a plastic lawn chair in a flowing summer dress,
reading a book. I laughed. That a girl. Take it easy. There are
plenty of women here more than ready to get that grill going. She
looked up to see who'd blocked her sun and smiled. I took off my
sun-glasses and knelt next to her.
"Having fun?" she teased.
I nodded.
"So many kids."
"My family breeds well."
She laughed and then stopped.
"About last night," she began.
"Forget about it."
She nodded and was silent, as we both turned to watch the kids doing
their insanity in the pool.
"I could get off the pill next month," she said, not looking at me.
I turned to her and shook my head. "Baby. Let's talk about it, later.
At home. Okay?"
She nodded.
* * *
I was lying down, eyes closed, trying to digest the two hamburgers and
hot dog I'd wolfed down. I didn't feel well and I could feel my stomach
turning and twisting, trying to get used to the intrusion of the foreign
food. Never again, I promised, myself. Never again.
I looked up quickly. Raining? I heard a hearty laugh.
"Got you," she giggled, water dripping off her and onto me.
I struggled up, trying to get out of the way, but she laughed some more
and started shaking her body over me, drenching me.
I gave up and let it fall.
"Awww. Don't be such a party-pooper," she laughed.
"Shouldn't you be helping your sister with your new neice?" I asked her.
"The kid's asleep and Becky's enjoying the water," she pointed towards
the pool.
I shook my head. Jesus. Hard bodies. These two sisters. Only three
months after giving birth to her third kid and Becky looked fine--hell,
more than fine--in her blue one-piece. Her younger sister over me
looked like an Olympic athlete. Long, muscular thighs and broad back
and . . .
"What is it?" she asked.
"Nothing," I sighed, lying back down on the wet lawn chair.
"You were checking out Becky's body," she laughed.
I looked up at her and shook my head.
"I know," she continued. "I know. I find it hard to believe myself.
Three kids."
I nodded.
"What do you think of this?" she asked, fisting her hands against her
waist to show off her goods.
I laughed.
"Heh," she kicked my leg. "I'm not joking. What do you think?"
It was, of course, lovely, a little leaner than Becky, but quite
similar. I had good looking cousins. Let's see. Becky, the oldest of
. . . yeah, four kids was probably 30 or so. That would make her about
twenty, maybe a little older.
"How old are you?"
She kicked my leg again.
"I can't believe you. I'm your first cousin and you don't even know how
old I am? I thought you were supposed to be really smart."
"I'm not. How old are you?"
She shook her head and finally said. "Nineteen."
"You going to school?"
"I'll be a sophomore at Northern Illinois University this fall."
I nodded. University? God, anything could be a University these days.
What a joke.
"That's great," I smiled.
We were silent. I wanted her to leave. There was nothing else to talk
about. But, more relevant, all these hard-bodies were making me horny.
I wanted to find Sarah and get lost for a few minutes.
She didn't budge, staring down at me.
"We all think you're a stuck-up asshole," she said, matter-of-factly.
I laughed.
She kicked my leg again. "It's not funny," she lectured. "You don't
talk to us, you never visit. I mean, and your wife . . ." she began.
I sat up. "What about my wife?"
"She doesn't like us. I think she makes fun of us."
I shook my head.
"My dear, I think you're confusing being different for stuck-up and
having little in common with hostility."
I stared at me. I could see she was upset.
"Bullshit," she spat out, finally, and huffed away.
I shook my head, not knowing whether to slap the little retard upside
the head or sink my teeth into the tight little ass, bouncing away from
me. Find Sarah, asshole.
* * *
Bob was hitting on Sarah, when I found her.
The roob was trying to get her into the pool. He had on speedos
(absolutely outrageous and bought, I was sure, to impress my wife with
his bulge).
I watched from a distance as she was politely, but firmly, telling him
to go fuck himself.
She saw me and smiled and motioned to the idiot. I nodded and asked
with my eyes whether she was okay. She smiled and I walked away to
leave her alone.
I walked into the house. Take a piss. Clear your head, maybe lie down
a little, I thought as I maneuvered around little laughing cousins, toys
and uncles I had no desire to notice me.
The piss felt good (they always do) and I bounded up the stairs with
fresh energy. I would change my wet clothes and go back down and laugh
with Sarah about Bob's bulge. That would be fun. From there, a good
night sleep and . . .
Oh fuck!
I'd pushed open the door to the guest bedroom and before me was Becky,
her blue suit off and falling from her shaking hand. I would be less
than human if I hadn't stopped to soak in the sight of the poor woman
with the amazing body.
Our eyes met and her baby blues followed mine as mine travelled lower to
her small, round tits and pink nipples--must not be breast-feeding--her
soft stomach, with an obvious, almost red stretch mark running down the
middle to her hazel-chestnut curly wet thick pubic mound. My eyes fixed
there for what seemed like long minutes, but it was over in seconds.
I turned around, quickly, muttering, "I'm sorry" and walked out,
shutting the door softly behind me, hoping not to make any greater
disturbance. I wanted to hide, but took a deep breath to clear my head
and waited outside to apologize in a more formal fashion.
I waited. I knew she knew I was out there, waiting, because I hadn't
run down the stairs. I continued to wait. Fuck, maybe she fainted.
Christ.
I knocked softly on the door.
"Becky," I called in.
Fuck. "Becky, are you okay?"
Shit. I slowly opened the door and saw nothing.
I rushed in. She'd fainted? No. And I heard and then saw her sobbing
on the bed, her back to me, still naked.
I took a deep breath.
"Honey," I started. Honey? Who the fuck says Honey? Good grief. Get
yourself together man.
"Becky," I tried, again, but I saw her waiving me off weakly.
"Are you okay?"
The crying was ending.
"I'm sorry," she choaked.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I," she started, but then started crying again.
This was ridiculous. I walked over to her and stopped. What the fuck
are you going to do? Put your arm around the naked lady. Real good,
shit head.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
She turned to me, her eyes red.
"I. . .I," she began. "Bob hates me."
I was confused. What the fuck does Bob have to do with this?
"He thinks I'm ugly," she continued. "He's all over Sarah."
I shook my head, unbelieving. How incredible.
"Baby, Sarah doesn't like Bob."
"I know, and that's what makes it worse. She's making a fool out of
him. Everyone sees it."
"We'll leave."
She shook her head. "It's not your fault."
I smiled.
"She's a bitch. Everyone knows, but I guess that's you guys want her
so bad."
The second time in half-an-hour my poor wife had been unfairly maligned.
"She doesn't even like kids," Becky continued.
She stood up and faced me. I turned away.
"Look at me," Becky called out. "That asshole hasn't even touched me
since the baby."
"I'm going now," I said, starting for the door.
"You think I'm ugly, too?" she quivered.
I shook my head and heard her sobbing again and then walking quickly to
me.
I turned around and she threw herself at me, punching me hard on the
chest and face. I grabbed her hands to stop her.
"Look at me!" she yelled. "Look at me!"
She continued sobbing and I released her hands and held her. Real good,
couldn't be better, I thought, looking at our reflection on the mirror
nearby. Guy in white shirts and light shirt, holding naked sobbing
woman. His cousin, of course. Who else would it be? Fuck.
I looked down at her and she looked up.
"You okay?"
She nodded.
I smiled and then quickly tried to push her off as her mouth pursed and
touched mine.
"Heh!" I yelled. "What the hell . . ."
She held on, tightly and tried to kiss me, again.
"Are you nuts?" I hissed.
"What's wrong?" she smiled. "Never been kissed by a real woman?"
Oh brother. This was fuckin' Jerry Springer now. Total
psycho-melodrama. I shook her off me roughly and she laughed, letting
herself fall onto the bed.
"You are an asshole," she said, opening up her thighs. "That's such
bullshit. Cousins? Like you even know me." She reached down and
rubbed herself, her cunt-lips lewdly parting.
Neat. My cousin is going through a fuckin breakdown in front of me.
Terrific. I saw her a finger disappear inside her and she moaned. She
looked up and smiled at my watching.
"Don't you want to stick it in here?" she groaned, shoving another
finger inside. "You want a baby? I'll give you a baby. That's all I'm
good for, anyway," she groaned.
I could hear her fingers slurping in and out of her. My mind was
screaming for me to get the fuck out of there. Go. Leave. NOW! She
would win. It would be a crass rationalization, unjustified and
unwarranted, but she would win. It would prove to her I was a pathetic
twit and that Sarah was looking for a real man, like her Bob.
"Come on," she taunted. "Get that pencil dick out or can't you get hard
anymore from all the ball-busting your bitch gives you?"
She was geting into it. I felt myself hardening. No. Get the fuck out
of here, my mind tried, one last time.
I could smell her, see her juices drooling on feverish fingers. Good
God.
I was erect. And here's the problem. An erection takes on a mind of
its own. And that direction is not multi-dimensional or layered. It
has a single, unforgiving purpose.
I pulled down my shorts and underwear. I could hear my heart pounding
and felt myself falling onto her. She felt it too and opened her eyes.
Surprised, finally, horrified, she tried to push me off, but I pinned
her hand back.
"Don't," she whispered, terrified. "I was teasing."
My cock wasn't and I felt it snake its way between her thighs. She
tried to close them, but I forced them open with my own and pushed
forward. Her sopping fingers were still in her. She tried to cover
herself. I tried to pull her hand out. She wouldn't relent as my
cock-head pushed harshly against her wet fingers.
"Get your fingers, out," I hissed.
She shook her head.
"Your cunt is mine," I told her and pushed in.
She screamed, her fingers still in her and I quickly covered her mouth.
Fuck her fingers, fuck her cunt, my cock told me and I shoved in, heard
her muffled yell, felt her fingers scraping my top-side and delicious,
wet tightness underneath.
I held myself tightly against her and looked down to her teary eyes and
the snot from her nose on my hand.
"I'm going to take my hand off," I whispered.
She nodded and took in a huge breath of air as soon as my hand was off.
"Take your hand out," I continued.
She nodded, again, and I felt her finger releasing themselves, being
pulled out, scraping against me. I felt her cunt quickly adjust itself
to wrap around my throbbing cock.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked, slowly pulling out.
She shook her head, turning away.
"You sure?" I asked, slowly pushing in.
"Please don't," she whispered and I quickly pulled out and got my
clothes, my cock upturned towards the ceiling. Real good. You raped
your cousin. Five more seconds and you would've spewed it all in her.
Terrific. Two headed kids. I laughed to myself, putting my underwear
and shorts on. That's what probably happened in Arkansas. Lots of
in-breeding. This was probably a daily occurrence in the old-country.
I put my shirt on. Becky and I were simply engaging in the little dance
our great-grandmother and her brother, but our great-grandfather, had
done eighty or so years ago.
"It's my fault," I heard her say as I was about to step out of the room.
I turned back and saw she was getting dressed.
"I'm sorry," I whispered and walked out.
* * *
The party wound down, it seemed early, almost everyone leaving before
eleven, about the time that parties just started out East.
Bob was more or less passed out and Becky asked whether I would help get
him to bed.
We closed the door to his snoring and smiled at each other. I reached
down and took her head. We hadn't been alone since the disaster in the
guest-bedroom. I wanted to make sure she was okay.
"Pretty crazy today," she grinned.
I nodded.
She was about to say something, but stopped herself.
"What?" I smiled.
"You don't have a pencil dick," she giggled.
I rolled my eyes and started walking away, softly laughing to myself.
Yeah. You worry yourself to death and she's get your dick in her mind.
At worst, it was a sign this would pass.
"Heh," I heard her call out and I turned around.
I waited.
"Why didn't you, you know. . . . I mean, you know, why didn't you
finish?"
"Are you serious?"
She nodded.
I shook my head. She was really quite beautiful. Nothing at all like
professional Sarah. Insane, I'd had my dick in her. Jesus. Fuckin'
cousin.
"What are you thinking?" she smiled.
"How sorry I am."
She shook her head. "You promise me you won't feel bad. Nothing
happened. Really. Nobody got hurt."
I nodded. That's right. Nobody got hurt.
"Good night," I smiled.
"Good night."