by Caesar

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Incest, Cousins, Group Sex, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Two encounters of Christen with her rich cousin.

Copyright© 1991-2003

"There was an old priest of Siberia,
Who of fucking grew wearier and wearier;
So one night after prayers,
He bolted upstairs,
And buggered the Lady Superior."
-The Pearl No. 2

Chris #1

I had a lunch date with my cousin Christen. Well, I almost forgot the meeting - sure, I had written it down, but it seemed so inconclusive with the large events that now occupied my head. So when I finally arrived downtown at Sherlock Holmes, I was out of breath and worried that I had missed her. I was almost thirty minutes late! But as soon as I turned the corner into the restaurant, I saw her sitting there. When I came up she stood and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

I wondered what was up - she had never hugged me except on Christmas. Also, she looked stunning, dressed in a black skirt and blouse, with her shapely legs encased in black nylons and black high heels. Her sandy blond hair and pale skin was highlighted with the black clothing, and she radiated. Her face was what caught my attention right away - she was usually the same joking, laughing cousin that was always teasing me, but instead of that, she now looked serene and a little nervous.

I was about to ask her what was wrong, and to apologize for being late, when the waiter came over and took my order. I hadn't looked at the menu, but already knew what I wanted. Thankfully, he left seconds latter.

Chris spoke for the first time, flashing me her smile and asking about my day. I noticed her hands kept clenching and unclenching as we spoke about boring everyday matters. Only when she saw that I noticed did she stop her nervous movements with her hands with an embarrassed look upon her face. The meal came, both of ours, as did her drink. I noticed she gulped down the tall glass of alcohol very quickly.

The talk dwindled away into embarrassing silence as we ate. It gave me time to wonder what the hell was going on. This was not the cousin I had known all my life. Then I came upon a hypothesis and figured she was in trouble and needed money. It was, after all, my money that everyone seemed to act weird about. Finally the lunch was finished and the excellent waiter came over and whisked off our dirty plates, then returned to ask about desert, neither of us choosing to have any. But I did order some tea to finish off with.

I spoke up first. "Is everything okay, Chris?" I was genuinely worried, and would help any way I could. She seemed to need an incentive to begin talking, and if I didn't speak up, perhaps she wouldn't even begin.

After a huge intake of breath she asked, "Are you attracted to me?" Of course I was attracted to her - she was in many of my fantasies. I nodded, unsure of what exactly she meant. "I have a proposal for you..." She paused, and I saw one of her hands that held her water glass quivering. "I would like to be your mistress!" She stared at the table top, and was unable to see my reaction. She quickly followed up with, "But if you don't want to I would understand!"

The fact that Christen was bitten by the bug too was overwhelming. at the party the other night she had acted like nothing was different, and now this. I knew she had to have planned this since she asked me to lunch. I realized I had to say something, "Are you still going out with that fireman... ?" I was unable to remember his name.

Without looking up she said, "Yes, but I would give him up in a second if you asked me too."

Again, silence!

"What brought this on?" I was trying to act calm, but was sure everyone in the restaurant noticed that my attractive cousin had just proposed an illicit affair with me.

She swallowed then spoke. "I just want to be taken care of, not having to worry about anything. And when I learned you had won the lottery, I wondered if I could give you something in return for an easy life."

I was about to interject and say she need not give me anything, but I caught myself. Was I crazy? Here was a beautiful woman whom I often thought about, proposing herself to me, all so she could live a easier life. Hell, even if I spent a hundred thousand in the next year making her happy, it would have been worth it.

"Uh, what exactly did you have in mind?" I didn't want to misunderstand anything. I wanted to be very clear on what was being said here. I didn't what to get excited about the proposal for nothing.

For the first time since she had asked to be my mistress, she looked up into my eyes. "I want to be your mistress!" She paused but since I didn't say anything, she continued, "I will do anything you ask. I will never say no to you. I will make you happy. If that means talking to you, or giving massages, or fucking you, I will do it."

It was my turn to be nervous, I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Also to my cock! I wanted her very badly at that moment.

"I reserved a room over in the MacDonald Hotel, and if you want to, I will show you how much I'm willing to do for you! No strings attached - if you don't want a mistress I'll understand." Somewhere in the conversation she had turned from a shy, embarrassed woman to a sexy temptress. And I had missed that moment. I could see the change in her eye, her hand had stopped quivering and her body posture had changed. I was now the one nervous.

She paid the lunch bill and stood. I stood also but as a machine; I felt as if I was in a dream. Just outside the restaurant, she turned to me and wrapped her arms around my body, stood on her toes and kissed me, gently and very passionately. For a second I wondered if I was going to collapse.

Her arm linked into mine, we walked to the hotel, which was only three blocks away. For the life of me, I can't remember anything except the feeling of our arms touching and the lingering taste of her kiss. The walk went quickly, and she was checking us in at the front desk. It was a fancy old hotel, and even had an elevator attendant. There were three other people in the elevator with us, and Chris stood in front of me. After the doors closed, I felt something rubbing along the length of my semi-hard-on. With a quick glimpse down I saw my cousin's dainty hand touching the outside of my pants. The ride was only seconds long, but I wondered if I could last until the room before I shot my first load. It would be very embarrassing if I came in my pants.

Thankfully, we entered the large suite that she had rented for the night. It was huge, had a outer room and a bedroom, a large bathroom with a jacuzzi. I was a little overwhelmed with everything all at once and sat down in a large chair, trying to catch my breath. Chris meanwhile had walked over to the large window facing the river valley and turned back towards me.

She looked angelic, her frame outlined in the light of the afternoon. Without a word, she lifted her hands to her neck and began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Mesmerized and frozen with excitement, I watched her while she watched me, never taking her eyes away from mine, as if looking for approval or instructions. She lifted the bottom of the blouse out of her skirt and pulled it off. It dropped to the floor at her feet, forgotten. She reached behind her back and undid the button and zipper that held her skirt. That also fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it.

I saw she was about to take off her three-inch black high heels, and mumbled, "No, don't."

The reason was she looked magnificent. She was wearing a black lace bra, very tiny, then stockings and garter belt, both black, and finally very skimpy bikini panties.

She forgot about her heels and she reached between her breasts and undid the front clasp of her bra. It also fell to the floor. She dropped her hands and waited for almost a full minute, letting me see her breasts. They were small but perfectly formed, a tiny nipple that was already hard and pointing towards the ceiling at an angle.

I couldn't stand the wait any longer, and spoke up. "The panties..." I needed to see her sex, the thing that had filled my dreams, her pussy.

With two thumbs she pushed the garment past her hips and garter belt where it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it. There it was, her pussy. It was the same yet different than I had pictured, darker than her hair on her head, but wasn't long and had been perfectly trimmed.

"Turn around, Chris." It was an order. No longer was I desperate for this woman. I knew I was going to soon have this beautiful body for my pleasure. More than once!

Slowly, professionally, she turned. I watched her body turn to profile, saw that she still had a flat stomach, curved back, jutting buttocks. When her back was turned I was obsessed with her buttocks. They were gorgeous. Finally, she stood facing me. The silence was overwhelming. I wanted to reach out and fuck this woman. I needed to.

She took very slow step towards me, one foot in front of the other. It was the sexist walk I had ever seen. She flowed effortlessly until she stood over me. I was about to stand up, but paused when she drifted down to her knees before me. She didn't take her eyes off me as she unzipped my pants, then reached in and pulled out my cock. It was, of course, hard and throbbing. I realized what she was doing; she knew I was extremely excited and was going to finish me quickly so we could enjoy more of each other's body.

Christen, my cousin, bent forward and took the first inch and a half of my cock. Her eyes closed as she began to work upon my sexual organ. The base of my penis was wrapped in her small warm hand, rhythmically squeezing it in time to the bouncing of her head. She was great! I could see her cheeks were sucking in very hard; the head of my cock felt like it was in a vice. Time went way too fast, and I began to shoot my load only seconds after she had first encircled my cock with her lips. I was also pleased when she didn't lift her head but forced her face as far down as she could while my cock spurted come down her throat.

Chris wasn't finished yet!

Though my cock had already come, she didn't take her mouth off me. Instead she sucked gently, while tongue-lashing the sensitive head of my prick. It had a calming effect upon me; I was still quivering with excitement from my orgasm and her expert lips soothed my nerves, but soon, they also began to excite me again. Not to say I had an instant hard-on, hell no, but I felt the stirrings down there.

She sat back on her heels and smiled at me. That look told me a lot; for instance, Christen was very happy, happy to be here with me, happy that I was happy, and also I saw that she loved sucking my cock and wanted more very soon. I knew I was the master and she the slave. The position she was in and the way I was sitting in the chair reminded me of a painting of a Roman with naked concubines around his feet. A rush of power ran through my body; I was a whole lot more secure in my outlook on the situation. Openly I looked upon her body, which she proudly display. The nipples were small and rock hard, her body lithe and muscular. Without her even touching me I began to again rise!

Chris stood and took my hand. The both of us went into the bedroom where she began to undress me. She was rushing and trying to go slow at the same time, and she accidently pinched my skin a few times. I watched her hurriedly strip off my clothes until I stood naked at the foot of the bed, my clothing in a heap around me. She stood before me, waiting, in a posture of passive compliance.

Gently I placed my hands on her hips, and bent forwards to kiss her moist lips. Her eyes closed and she moaned into my mouth as I slid my tongue into her. I was conscious that her mouth had only recently swallowed a large amount of my sperm, but I didn't care. I felt her arms encircle me and one of her hands cup my buttock. Her nipples were poking into my chest, they were so hard; I felt a urge to suck them but forced myself to wait. Our lips smashed together while my tongue explored her mouth. I had to let out a moan that signified my enjoyment of the moment. God damn, what an afternoon!

I pulled from her grasp and left her standing there watching me with wide yearning eyes. I fell onto the large bed and positioned myself in the centre, spread eagle. I knew what I wanted and didn't even have to tell her what that was. Christen climbed onto the bed, her heels still on. She crawled up my body, positioning her knees on either side of my hips, both her hands balanced upon my chest. Perhaps instinct, or luck, maybe just experience, but she wiggled that round bottom of hers and the next thing I realized was her vagina sinking down around my cock.

God, it was tight, and very wet. The liquid should have made the going a little easier, but it didn't - I had never dreamed her sex was this small. It was more than a pleasant surprise. When she grounded my sex inside hers, our pelvises touching, that was when she let out a very loud and emotional groan of pleasure. Her body was taut, eyes closed, back arched, nails ripping skin, but I loved every second.

I was looking upon my cousin, a woman who was very attractive and sexy and who had asked to be my mistress. At that moment, I knew she had won her case. I didn't care if she had the bug - if she could make me this happy then any amount was worth it. I was in love with fucking her. Nothing else mattered!

Time lost all meaning. She was bouncing rapidly up and down, her hair flying in every direction. Small beads of sweat were appearing on her smooth skin and forehead. I watched as a spectator my cousin working herself up to orgasm. She became an animal, her passions forcing her motions. She was begging to come, her words desperate and pleading. My name was called constantly. I loved every second!

I felt the ripples of her vaginal wall quiver in delight as her cunt spasmed, then the ripples seemed to spread outwards into every muscle in her body. She lost all grip of her faculties and fell upon my chest trying to catch her breath and control her muscles. I left her laying over me, enjoying the moisture of her sweat and sex between us.

My cock was still hard and wanted to fuck more. I rolled her over onto her back. I could see her face - she looked asleep, with a small smile of contentment of her lips. I bent over and took a small nipple into my mouth and tasted her perfume, sweat and skin. I needed more, wanted to fuck this passionate woman until she lost all control and begged me to fuck her still more. I had heard her beg once, but only once wasn't enough.

I positioned myself on my knees and hands, then began to earnestly hammer into her wet, tight pussy. My lips found hers and I forced my tongue into her mouth. I wanted her to leave this hotel room with her cunt filled with my come. Then I would know she was mine.

I felt her smooth silk-covered legs slowly slide along my hairy legs and along the back of my buttocks. I could feel the cold high heels between my thighs where she had locked her ankles. Christen began to buck her hips upwards, meeting my thrusts. Both her hands came up and pulled my face down to hers; our lips met again and this time she passionately kissed me. The whole bed was shaking with the power of our passion.

It was certainly the best and most fulfilling sexual encounter I had ever had. Those few seconds before I came was like I was having an out-of-body experience. I felt ethereal. When her vagina again began the now-familiar rippling, it caused me to come. Wow! It was like every energy cell in my body flowed out the head of my dick. I collapsed onto her small frame, her arms and legs still enclosing me as we both collapsed, physically, from the pleasure each had received.

Chris #2

Another time, when Chris and I went out to eat at a nice restaurant, there was a pretty waitress serving us, late twenties, voluptuous, and very friendly. It wasn't unusual when Chris asked me about the woman, in this case regarding her large round breasts.

"The waitress has pretty boobs!" She bent forward to whisper across the table, "Did you see, her nipples are hard!" Christen returned to her seat. "Do you think I would look better with bigger breasts?" I was only half-listening to her, and realized the waitress had appeared to notice me, her demeanour and body posture changing after she got over here. In fact, she seemed to try and catch my eye.

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