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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sarah Gellar Does Her Cousin (FF, inc, fantasy) By Anonymous Author (Address withheld by request) *** I'm sure that Ms. Gellar would never do anything remotely as described in my story, but men have to fantasize, and my fantasy is about beautiful sexy Sarah Michelle Gellar. *** Sarah-Michelle Gellar stood at the LAX gate waiting expectantly for her cousin Brenda to emerge from the plane. It had been several years, but they had always remained close. Brenda was her cousin on her mother's side. Privately Sarah thought that Brenda was actually prettier, a taller, dark-haired version of herself, but Brenda had had a straitlaced Midwestern upbringing. She hadn't sought out any modeling or acting, had gone to college, married after graduating, and taken a steady job. Now, the two women's busy schedules had worked out so that Brenda could drop by LA for a few days. Although the brunette, on paper, seemed boring and predictable, Sarah thought that her cousin had some sex- kitten potential that could be unleashed. As far as she could remember over their girlhoods, Brenda always wore boots. Whether she had on a miniskirt for a night of dancing or was watching a video at home with Sarah, she could be counted on to wear black leather boots--knee length or the 'fuck-me' western variety. Now that the racy Hollywood life had introduced Sarah to girl-girl sex, she wanted to do the same for her martially faithful cousin and spice up her life. Brenda waved from the crowd and Sarah crossed over to join her. The former was wearing a conservative pinstriped business suit with an open-collared shirt, in the now-popular 1970's style. As Brenda dragged her wheeled luggage toward Sarah, there was the unmistakable click of boot heels from under her trousers. Sarah grinned to herself; Brenda hadn't changed. Sarah hugged her extra hard, making sure that Brenda could feel her soft , braless breasts. Brenda blinked in surprise at the sensation; wasn't it a little provocative for a movie star to be going around with her boobs out like that? she thought to herself. As the two babes headed for the car, she was, as usual, oblivious to the lustful stares that she attracted from several men and a tough-looking female cop. Brenda still didn't seem to recognize the effect that she had on people, Sarah observed. They drove back to Sarah's mansion up in Laurel Canyon, where both slipped into their bedrooms to change. Sarah, still braless, slipped on a very worn T-shirt with very large armholes and a cute little miniskirt. She deliberated for a second, then dropped her panties on the floor. Brenda shucked off her conservative suit coat and pants and stepped into a pair of tight, faded jeans. After her own pause to think, she pulled her riding- style boots back on under the jeans. At least, she thought she had deliberated, but anyone close to her could have told her that she'd wind up wearing the boots again. She had been known to vacuum and wash dishes wearing them. They convened in the sunken living room to catch up on life over some sherry. Sarah slyly kept Brenda's glass topped up while barely touching hers. As the conversation wore on, touching subjects even like Brenda's husband and what he liked her bed, the brunette's eyes grew brighter, her laughter throatier. She stroked her hair from time to time and her stares at Sarah became longer and more direct. Eventually Sarah decided to press her case; Brenda did not know it but the sherry was working on her inhibitions. She glanced over at her cousin's feet and cooed, 'Those boots look great! You mind if I try them on?' 'Sure,' Brenda said obligingly. She unzipped them and handed them over to the actress. Sarah zipped one up uneventfully but hesitated in mid- shaft on the second, pretending to have trouble. 'Bren, maybe my leg's a little too fat. Can you help me zip up this one?' Brenda got down on one knee like a salesgirl and helpfully pulled up the zipper. Strange, it hadn't been that hard. Then she glanced up inadvertently and froze. Sarah had spread her legs just wide enough that her moist cunt lips and curly blonde bush were visible. 'Oh excuse me,' stammered Brenda, backing up into her own chair, 'I didn't mean... I'm sorry...' 'Sorry about what?' Sarah replied. 'I WANTED you to see it. You've been exciting me for years and it's time you tried something other than poor boring Ed.' 'He's my husband! I'm married to him. I can't cheat... I'm no lesbian. You're my cousin this is incest I MNNNNFFF!' Brenda's anxious protest s were stifled by Sarah suddenly planting one on her open mouth. She had tried to stand, but the actress's karate-trained hand on her shoulder drove her back into the chair. Initially Brenda resisted, but the sherry, the smell of Sarah's steaming crotch, maybe even some impulses she had never admitted to herself had their effect. She threw her hands around Sarah's neck in a warm embrace, drawing the blonde closer to her. She returned the kiss enthusiastically, their tongues exploring and tasting each other, their lips locking and parting. Sarah guided Brenda's hand to her pantiless cunt while tweaking and massaging the brunette's generous breasts and dark bush. Soon Brenda was as wet as Sarah and both women were moaning and shrieking out loud. It was a good thing that the gardener was gone for the day. The women tumbled out of the chair and rolled on the floor, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. After orgasm Brenda sat on the floor with Sarah cradled in her arms. Stroking the blonde star's clit and soaked nether lips, Brenda gasped, 'I never, never thought...' 'You had it in you all along,' Sarah replied warmly. 'You're the sexiest woman I know and it was time you tried something different. Didn't you ever notice that you love to wear boots all the time? Doesn't that tell you something?' Without warning, she corkscrewed an index finger into Brenda's vulnerable anus, making her cousin squeal in surprise. She thought of all the other things that she planned someday to introduce to her conventional cousin: the handcuffs, the whips, and smiled secretly. Two days later, after some high-intensity sex in the pool and shower and even the bedroom, Sarah drove her cousin back to LAX. Brenda was wearing the same business suit, but what a change nonetheless! Sarah had told her to lose the shirt---and bra, so that Brenda was naked under the unbuttoned suit coat. Sarah, in addition, had kept Brenda's boots and was wearing them with her pantiless micro-mini, but in return she had provided her cousin with another pair, glossy black vinyl with sluttish high spike heels. She escorted Brenda to the gate; the latter felt like a hooker in the go-go boots and had trouble walking in them. To further break down Brenda's inhibitions, Sarah warmly French-kissed her at the gate and stroked the girl's soaked crotch, as scandalized tourists and the same dyke cop stared. 'Goodbye Brenda,' she whispered. 'I hope you liked your stay.' END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - TV, Sictom & Movie Archives