Chapter 2

The next morning, both ladies were ready for battle, dressed in yoga pants and t-shirts with their hair up. After our liquid breakfast, we walked back to the gym, Kayla telling us she wanted to work legs. After squats, deadlifts and a killer calf routine, I introduced them to some of the basic concepts of jujitsu. I explained takedown techniques from both jujitsu and judo. I asked if they remembered how often the fighter performing successful takedowns ended up in the better position. They talked their way through the fights we’d watched the other night and with little prodding, they agreed that it was far better to remain standing than get taken down.

I demonstrated the shoot and the sprawl and ran them through a few drills. Then, I taught them about the guard position and the closed guard. I explained how you could use the closed guard to your advantage but how bad it was to allow someone to pass your guard. By the time I was done, they were finishing all my sentences for me with, “Posture, posture, posture.” I’d gotten through.

With a very rudimentary understanding of the basics, I explained to Amanda that I wanted her to try to defend against my double leg takedown. I would try to grab both of her legs at the same time and take her down to the mat.

If I was able to take her down, she was to try to control my posture by holding me in a tight closed guard and fight for all she was worth to prevent me from passing her guard. A closed guard would require her to wrap her legs around me, locking her legs together while wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight against her to prevent me from getting a better position. Posture and position are everything in jujitsu.

She said she was ready but she really wasn’t. There is simply no way to prepare to defend against an attack for the first time.

I shot forward and grabbed both of her legs and she was down before she knew what hit her. Kayla was screaming instructions but her mom couldn’t hold me off. I drove forward and allowed her to bring me into closed guard and she did a good job. She had her legs around me with her ankles crossed, then grabbed my collar and pulled me down, holding me close to her. I could have softened her up with a couple of strikes to the ribs but that wasn’t my goal.

I talked to her about what to do, how to control me and keep me from passing. She held me tight. That was when I realized I had never been on the mat with a woman before; Karate, Aikido, and Krav Maga, but never jujitsu. As she held me close, I ground into her crotch, not because I wanted to but because I was trying to work my way up. She held my head down, clutching me close. My head was tucked tight to her chest as I was slowly working my way up her torso, grinding against her as I went.

I was just trying to demonstrate the difficulty and I was really holding back, so we weren’t moving very fast, and I could tell by her breathing and how she tried to adjust that there was a lot more going on than jujitsu. I rocked up and down a couple of times and listened to her breathing quicken. I pulled my knees up and then worked from side to side, grinding into her as I did. I tried to posture up but she pulled me back down, crushing my face into her chest.

“That’s it. Don’t let me posture up,” I encouraged and she held me closer. If I had tried to give further instructions, I would have been chewing on her tit as I did so. I slid back down and then up some and I could tell she was trying to control her breathing.

At this point, I got a bit sidetracked. She smelled good, she looked good and she felt really good, soft in all the right places. I loved the way she sounded, struggling beneath me and it was a thought process I shouldn’t have followed. My next move was to pass guard and take her back but by then I had a raging hard-on. If I took her back, I’d be pressing my swollen dick into her kidney. If I simply escaped, the pole in my shorts would be obvious to both her and Kayla. Decisions, decisions.

The longer I waited, the worse it got. I finally put my hands to use, pushing up off the mat. I drove one arm between us and pushed her shoulder down as I lifted up with my legs. She eased her grip just for a moment and I passed guard and took her back. I was behind her, holding her tightly, my legs wrapped around her body, low, near her hips. My right arm was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold that I could have used to render her unconscious, but with all that going on, what she noticed was my dick pressed into her back, low against her left kidney.

Her face was inches from mine, she turned into me and I allowed her to. “My god, is that what I think it is?” she whispered to me.

“Probably. Sorry,” I whispered back, not sure what else to say. “I’ve never done jujitsu with a woman before. Sorry,” I said.

“I bet,” she answered, equally at a loss for words.

I changed the subject. “Kayla, can you see how difficult it is to defend against someone with experience,” I asked, willing my erection to shrink, but it wouldn’t. We lay there, with Amanda on top of me, held tightly with my legs, my arms holding her neck loosely. Amanda squirmed beneath me but I held her just tightly enough to keep her from escaping.

I whispered in her ear, “If you stop squirming for a minute maybe this thing will shrink and I’ll let you up. I don’t particularly want to...” and I stopped, quite completely at a loss for words.

“And you don’t want to showcase your manhood?” she whispered back. “Let me sit up and you can try to talk your way out of this,” she said, almost laughing.

I let go of her and she sat up slowly, allowing me to sort of hide behind her as I explained the jujitsu moves we had both used. I was hoping that Kayla would realize she wouldn’t do any better than her mom, but she wanted to try. I stalled for time, sitting there, hiding behind her mom and talking through the options she could try if I did the same thing and she nodded, anxious to try.

“I can’t do this,” I said to Amanda. “I’ll end up with the same result and I don’t think you want that,” I pleaded quietly.

“Good luck, sport,” she said, smiling as she stood.

I’d backed myself into a corner and there was no way around it. I drank some Gatorade, stalling for time, and trying to figure out a solution where I wasn’t grinding against Amanda’s fifteen-year-old daughter. I looked at Amanda, pleading with her to come up with some sort of distraction.

“Amanda, how would you like to try to take Kayla down? You saw how I did it. Give it a shot.”

“No,” Kayla said. “I want you to. Mom got to try against you. I want to, too.”

I would have to do this but I decided that I would take her more quickly and hopefully avoid the end result. We squared off. I made a couple of feints to throw her off, and then shot in quickly, grabbed both of her legs, and took her down. I had her on her back and decided to pass guard quickly and take her from the side, avoiding all the grinding, but she was stronger than her mom was, and it didn’t work.

She was quick and wrapped her legs around me, grabbed me by the collar with her left, and then hooked her right around my neck, pulling me down tight against her. Textbook, and just what I had taught. I was in the same damn spot. I would take her back more quickly, I thought, if I can work my way up and then posture up. I slid up and found myself once again, grinding into a cousin. Unlike her mom, she was inexperienced in the ways of the bedroom and didn’t recognize the pressure in quite the same way.

By the time I had maneuvered high enough to make my move, I had ground against her for nearly a minute and she gradually realized the pressure of a strong man, pressed against her. Her understanding of the situation changed and so did her breathing, drawing in deeply and with control and she clutched me to her tightly. She was strong and held me close to her, trapped against her sports bra. Just for a moment, just the tiniest moment, I thought it would be nice if it was something lacey instead and I sprung a boner. Idiot, she’s your cousin. She clutched me close with my head turned to the side. I could see her mom watching with some amusement.

Well, if Amanda wasn’t worried about it, I wouldn’t either. I lifted up, snaked an arm between us to grab her opposite shoulder, and then lifted up with my legs. She clung to me, clinching me tighter to her with her legs but as she did so, she started to slide down. If I let her slide another two inches, her butt would be resting against my dick. I dropped back down, then immediately lifted up, catching her off guard. I pushed down hard and swung around to side mount, then all the way around to take her back, just as I had with her mom.

When she found herself totally controlled, she relaxed and tapped my thigh three times, a tap-out. It had been quick but I knew and she knew, my swollen dick had been trapped against her back. I remained seated and explained why it was so difficult for a novice to do any better than they had. I explained that I had a dozen other ways to defeat them and I was still relatively new to the art. On top of that, I was taking it easy on them.

They listened, but I don’t know how much they heard. I finished when my dick stopped throbbing in my shorts and I felt like I could stand up comfortably. I told them we’d be working on escaping from chokeholds the next day, and we locked up the gym and started toward the house. Kayla thankfully walked ahead of us. I started to say something but couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say.

As we got to the house, Amanda said, “Very educational. I enjoyed the lesson.” She gave me a solid smack on the ass and walked to the house. She was halfway up the steps and looked back at me, still standing there, looking at her. I put on a game face and told her I’d try to have the driveway finished by the end of the day so I could take Saturday off. She nodded and went inside.

Boy, had that backfired. I felt like getting in my car and driving back to Mount Pleasant, but I also felt like going inside and taking her into my bed. Instead, I focused on the shrubs. They had left me hot and bothered and I couldn’t imagine what their conversation might be like. “Did you get a boner in your back?” “Why yes I did and it wasn’t very cousinly, was it?” What the hell could she say? What did she mean by, “I enjoyed the lesson.”

I took out my frustration on the shrubs and managed to finish before dark. My shoulders were sore, I was dirty and tired and I walked toward the house with some fear and trepidation. I wondered if Amanda had been as uncomfortably hot and bothered as I had, then realized they both may have been and wasn’t sure if I should feel pleased or guilty. I’d let dinner decide for me.

I was filthy, hot, and sweaty so I entered through the mudroom and pulled of my shirt, shaking the leaves off outside the door. I made it to my room without crossing paths with either of them. I took a hot shower and then turned it cold for a minute or two and realized it couldn’t possibly be cold enough to get my imagination under control. I found some jeans that might just help me keep some modicum of modesty should I be aroused again.

“Refreshed?” Amanda asked as I walked into the kitchen.

“Much better. Just happy to be done with the driveway. It’s wide enough for anything and I’ve got room to dig a trench to lay an electrical line to the street for a lighted sign.”

“That’s faster than you thought.”

“I bought a larger hedge trimmer and it was worth it.”

She turned back to the stove and said, “Sometimes size does matter. I hope you’re hungry.”

Just like that. Was she going to taunt me all night or worse? When speech will add nothing, remain silent. I couldn’t remember where that tidbit of wisdom came from but I was counting on it.

“I’m hungry. Cooking something good?”

“I’m just ready to serve. Shrimp and grits. I thought you might be feeling homesick.”

“Definitely works for me. Can I do anything?”

“Get whatever you want to drink. Kayla set the table so we’re ready.”

I followed her with a couple of beers and settled in as they did. Kayla managed to serve herself and pass me the dish without making eye contact. I tried to make normal conversation but it was awkward and Amanda wasn’t helping at all. It was out of frustration that I decided to tackle the issue head-on rather than pretend nothing had happened.

“Kayla,” I started, but she wouldn’t make eye contact. I waited. “Kayla, would you look at me for a minute.” When she did, I leaned forward and said, “Kayla, I’m sorry. I made a mistake in trying to teach you jujitsu. If you’re upset with me for this morning, I’m sorry. Is that it?” She didn’t answer but she didn’t say “No,” so I pressed ahead. “I know that you have your heart set on college and you’ve got a plan to get there. Your academics are outstanding and you’re obviously quite an athlete. I feel bad that I haven’t even asked what you’d like to major in, but with all that going on, you should stop and look in the mirror. You are a very beautiful and desirable young woman. When we were on the mat this morning, my body reacted to you because of that. Any man that didn’t in that situation is either blind or gay. I’m not gay. I’m sorry I didn’t think ahead. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

I had my focus on Kayla and she held my gaze but I could tell Amanda was holding her breath. I’d said it to Kayla but I meant it for her mom as well and I hoped she’d heard it that way too.

“Pre-med and then medical school. I want to go to Duke,” Kayla said. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“That’s outstanding. You definitely have ambition. I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“Did you mean that?”

“Mean what?” I’d meant all of it but didn’t know what she was referring to. I should have guessed.

“That I’m beautiful.”

“Absolutely. You’re very beautiful.”

“And desirable?” she asked. I had to laugh and she asked again, “What’s funny?”

I thought that if she wasn’t desirable, we wouldn’t be having the conversation but I checked myself and answered simply. “Yes, very much so.”

She smiled tentatively. “You’re the first guy that’s ever told me that.”

“That’s crazy.” I thought about it a minute and told her, “You know why? It’s because you intimidate little boys. You’re a woman and you’re surrounded by little boys and they don’t know what to say to you.”

She looked at her mom and Amanda nodded at her in confirmation, mouthing the words, “It’s true.”

“When I was your age, there is no way I would have asked you on a date. I would have thought you were way out of my league and I would have been right.”

She looked back at me quickly, “Yes you would,” she blurted. “That sounded wrong didn’t it.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I wouldn’t have. I was a goof in high school. I was too tall and too thin and everyone always thought I was the teacher’s pet because I knew the answers. Definitely not the star quarterback type.”

“That sounds like me. I’m too tall and thin, and just because I study, well, I don’t fit in.”

I assured her that she would come into her own in college when other people started catching up to her, if that were possible. At least they would mature and not think she was a weirdo. She smiled at that and the awkwardness was over. At least I hoped so. Amanda seemed happy and I didn’t think she would be ribbing me anymore. I felt pretty good about how I handled it all.

It came out a lot more smoothly than my first dry rehearsal had sounded in my head. “Sorry I crushed my boner into your back this morning, but I wanted to fuck you silly and didn’t hide it very well.” Yeah, glad I didn’t go with that one. With dinner finished, I helped clear the table and loaded the dishwasher.

Amanda walked in with the last of the dishes and told me, “You certainly made the most of that, sport.”

“What else could I say? And by the way, everything I said to her, I meant for you as well. You know that right?”

“That you’re sorry?”

“Yes.”

“What about the rest?”

“That you’re beautiful and desirable?”

“Yes. That part,” she said.

“Absolutely. Very much so,” I answered.

“But you’re sorry about trapping your boner against my back?”

“That was rather awkward. Yes, I’m definitely sorry about that,” I answered.

As she walked back out of the kitchen, I thought I heard her mumble, “That’s too bad” but I might have been mistaken. Just when I thought I had things back under control she says something like that, or had she?

We settled in front of the TV and I was hoping for a light-hearted comedy, but it was their once-a-week indulgence. I cringed as they put on Game of Thrones. I’d heard the show was good, but I’d also heard it had some very steamy scenes in it. For the next hour, I hoped there weren’t any in this episode. I couldn’t begin to tell you what the storyline was as I was holding my breath every time a man and woman shared a scene. When it was over, Kayla hit the sack and Amanda put on an episode of Last Man Standing, a Tim Allen comedy about a middle-aged guy with three daughters and a hot wife.

It was funny and we laughed a lot. She poured us some wine and let another episode start. It was just as funny and I could see a marathon coming on, but I fought off the urge. I stood up and said goodnight, but Amanda stopped me.

“Danny. You really meant what you said, didn’t you?”

“Yes, absolutely,” I answered.

“She is beautiful, isn’t she,” she asked.

“Very much so, just like her mom.”

“And desirable,” she said as a statement rather than a question.

“Just like her mom,” I answered as gentlemanly as I could, thinking that if I didn’t leave soon, I’d have to adjust my shorts.

“It’s nice to hear,” she said and smiled.

“Very desirable,” I said, as I turned and left before it could become awkward again. On my way to my room, I realized that Kayla had dressed for dinner very modestly but Amanda had worn an attractive low-cut top and jewelry, a first since I’d arrived. Where Kayla had on sweatpants, Amanda had chosen shorts and she had very nice legs. Very nice legs.

I stripped to my boxers and climbed into bed. After propping a couple of pillows behind me, I turned on my Kindle and started to read. It was an engaging best seller, but distracted, I kept rereading the same pages. I kept replaying the morning as I worked my way up Amanda’s closed guard. In my mind, I could hear her breathing as I ground into the heart of her sex. She had been as turned on as I was; I knew it. What were the laws regarding cousins and sex, or was that just marriage? She was desirable, that’s for sure. I had ten weeks to go and maintain my sanity, and I had no idea how I was going to do it.

I read for an hour or so and had finally gotten back into the story when I heard a very faint knock on my door. Two quick raps, and then again and the door eased open. The light was low and I checked to make sure sheets covered me adequately and said, “Come in.”

Amanda slid inside and then eased the door closed. She wore a silk geisha girl kimono that was very short and very flattering. She was barefoot and she quietly leaned back against the door. The lapels crossed between her breasts in a very deep vee. The material was so light that I could see her nipples poking against it, even in the dim light. She held her lower lip with her teeth as though she was deciding what to do next. I sat up straighter in bed and simply stared.

When she ran her tongue across her lips, I could remain silent no more. “Damn, Amanda, you look fine.” It just came out. With that little encouragement, she stepped closer. I’m not sure if she was feeling loose and sexy or shy and demure, or maybe a mix. Her soft brown hair was down for once, the waves falling across her shoulders. If she had make-up on, I couldn’t tell, but she certainly didn’t look like the mother of a teenager. Her face was completely wrinkle free and her complexion was smooth, an ad for L’Oréal perhaps. Her lips were full, a Cupid’s bow shape, and every time she ran her tongue across them, I wanted nothing more than to kiss her deeply.

She stopped at the bedpost, reaching up to hold the top of it. Her kimono rose up, very high, and parted just slightly in the front. I strained to see what the thin material still covered.

“You like what you see,” she asked.

“Damn, Amanda. You are smoking hot.”

“Good. Do you want what you see?”

I wanted nothing more. Her nipples strained against the fabric and I could just see their dark brown color beneath the silk. I took a deep breath and realized I could smell her arousal. I smiled and took in another deep breath.

She smiled, knowing that I could smell her sex.

“Cousin,” I said, hating myself for saying it but knowing I had to. “There’s a road we could go down. It’s a road I want to go down, but if we go down this road, we can’t undo it.”

“I would like to go down this road,” she said, and dropped her hand to her sash.

“You’re my cousin,” I protested but not very strongly.

“First cousin, once removed,” she answered, still playing with the sash.

“If we go down this road, we can’t go back, can’t undo it,” I protested again, but my heart wasn’t in it.

She tugged at the sash and let the kimono fall to the floor. “Do you want what you see?”

Her tits were beautiful cones, gently curved up with her nipples erect and proud, freckles spotting them in a band from shoulder to shoulder. They were a mouthful but no more than that. Perfection without the least bit of sag, and those dark chocolate nipples just begged to be suckled. Her stomach was flat and her hips flared nicely. She pushed a tiny bikini bottom down revealing a tight two-inch strip of bush, pointing to her sex. I stared silently; enjoying the complete package as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.

“I like what I see very much. Very much.”

“Good,” she said and with her hand on the bed, walked to the side and then pulled the sheet down. My dick had found the opening in my boxers long ago and announced my desire with a certain gusto. She grabbed my boxers by the bottom and pulled them down. I lifted my ass to help her.

“Oh god,” I groaned.

“You want me,” she asked and a quiet throaty voice, staring at my erection. “That’s for me.”

“That’s for you. I want you,” I said.

She climbed up onto the bed and straddled my legs just above my knees. She reached out and gently took my cock in her hands. “Before I touched you, you were hard as a rock,” she said, happy to see the manifestation of my desire.

“I can smell you; your desire and it’s intoxicating. I want you. I’ve been trying to fight that, cousin, but I want you.”

“I’ve been dripping wet since 9AM. I want your cock in me now, please,” she said and moved forward. I reached down to touch her, perhaps to stroke her as she lifted up in preparation to settle onto me but she pushed my hand away. “You can make love to me later. Right now, I want your dick inside me. You said you want me. Prove it.”

She slid forward with her knees, getting into the right position. She held herself steady with her left hand on my chest and she guided my dick to her opening with her right. She worked the head of my dick against her three or four times to get it wet, and then began to settle.

“You are so fucking hot, so beautiful, I will not last long,” I said. She lowered herself onto me and I spread her open. “You are an oven, Amanda. My god, you are burning up,” I said and she squeezed me with her pussy and smiled.

“Don’t hold back. I want to feel you cum inside me,” she said. “I want to feel your desire for me.”

There was room in the bed so I pulled her down to me and rolled to place her on the bottom. I started to straighten my arms out but she pulled me down close and I felt her feet against my butt, pulling me deeply into her. We were back in closed guard.

“Is this what you wanted to do this morning,” she asked. I nodded hungrily.

She held me tightly to her and my tongue snaked out to taste her breast, to flick against her stiff, almost chocolate brown nipple. Her breathing was slow and deep and when I flicked my tongue against her nipple again, she gasped in delight. I eased back, fighting to draw my dick out just an inch or two so I could push home again. Her legs strained to pull me back in. The air of the room was like ice after being buried so deeply inside her. She clenched her pussy, gripping me tightly, trapping the head of my dick inside, and it was wonderful. I eased back in slowly, feeling each inch drive into her and when I had sunk in deeply, I ground against her and she arched up against me too.

“Fuck me faster. I want it hard,” she said, her legs working with me.

I eased back out, too slowly for her, but when I had nothing in her but the head of my dick, I drove it in hard, her legs locking me in.

“Yes,” she said, “Again.” I eased back out slowly and she wiggled, “Faster. I want you hard and fast. I NEED you hard and fast. I NEED you.”

I began to pick up the pace. Her legs pulled me into her on the down stroke and she clenched my cock with her pussy on the upstroke. I would not last long. I thrust in deeply again, grinding into and she gasped, “Yes, again.” When I took too long, she urged me to go faster and I picked up the pace again. I felt my orgasm rising up in me and I sucked her entire tit into my mouth. I had it all and I sucked hard, circling her nipple with my tongue. I pounded in again and she began to quiver, the beginnings of her own orgasm.

No more slow stuff, I pounded into her again and her quivering was accompanied by a low wailing “Oh,” that built as her quivering increased. I pounded and she began to shake, right on the edge, so very close to the edge. I took her nipple with my teeth and sucked it into them as I pounded her relentlessly. It sent her over the edge and her legs dropped to the bed and she pushed off, arching up at me, her wailing became louder and even lower. I exploded into her and she finally let go of my neck. I arched back, lifting off her chest as I pumped into her with all I had. Her shaking had turned to pulsing. As her head thrashed back and forth, her whole body pulsed, but I felt it in my dick as she milked me, pulling me into her. I arched hard against her for a last push. I ground into her deeply and held it, pumping in little movements, not wanting to be anywhere else but deep inside her.

Spent, I collapsed on top of her and she again clutched my head to her, then wrapped her legs around me, trapping me inside. We lay like that, me inside, and her holding me tightly for a long time. As our breathing returned to normal, I pushed up with my hands to look at her face. Tears trickled down her cheek as she bit one of her knuckles, just holding it in her mouth. I started to ease out of her but her feet pulled back at me.

“Not yet. Not yet. Just stay right there another minute,” she said. “I’ll let you posture up but don’t slide out yet,” she said, and we both smiled. This wasn’t what jujitsu was made for, or maybe it was. I rolled my hips against her, giving her the gentle satisfaction of having me still inside, still wanting her.

“Thank you,” she said. “So long. Thank you, Danny”

Finally, she allowed me to ease back and slide out of her.

“I needed you so badly. I needed that so badly,” she said as I collapsed on the bed next to her. We looked at each other from too close to focus.

“Since this morning,” I said.

“Oh, honey, I’ve needed that way longer than that. A couple of years for this mom.”

It hadn’t even crossed my mind that she had gone without sex for any length of time. “Amanda, you are a sex machine. You clutched me, sucked me into you. That was amazing.”

“Yeah?” she smiled. “That’s your orgasm talking.”

“No, well, maybe a little, but honestly, I have never felt that wanted before. It felt like you owned me.”

“That’s nice. You felt pretty good. How soon until you’re good to go again?” she asked.

“Like that? Maybe never.” I rose up on my elbow and kissed her. It’s the first time we kissed. We kissed gently, tasting each other like familiar lovers who had done this a thousand times. I traced her lips with my tongue and she sucked it into her as she stroked my neck. It was a very nice in-between kiss; in between the first and second time. I cupped her breast in my hand and let my thumb trace around but not touching her nipple.

“They’re too small,” she said.

I lifted up, rested on my elbow and watched as my hand caressed her. “They’re not, you know. They’re beautiful. I like the curve beneath my hand, and how your whole breast peaks when your nipples are erect. It’s very exciting to me. It’s like they announce what you want.”

“They’re too small,” she repeated.

“Perhaps for a high school guy who thinks big boobs are the ultimate trophy. Guys like me know breasts like yours are firm and taut and they will hold their shape. Your tits are beautiful.”

“Hmm. If you say so.”

“They please me. I could do this for hours,” I said, tweaking her nipple.

“No, you couldn’t. How soon,” she asked and wiggled her butt.