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Cabin Cousins: Part 2
Cabin Cousins: Part 2
A Quest for family acceptance.
Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.
Chapter Six.
Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had
missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
supplies back into the cabin.
"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My
mom asked.
"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I
said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
little kid that adults needed to look after.
"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."
"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of
time. Sorry." Said Melissa.
Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,
account of what happened.
"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,
potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."
Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm
starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.
We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had
several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.
"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like
that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."
"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."
I said.
"There's no way I could make anything taste this
good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.
"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith
in you."
She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me
to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.
"Thank you. That really means a lot."
"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward
to open the screen door for her.
Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire
pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
watching the flames.
We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or
topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.
Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as
everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.
I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes
that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
very different reason, earlier today.
My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my
seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
need, burning hot.
Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people
at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.
She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was
genuinely tired. I was too.
"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my
life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.
"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at
her. "But the day's not over yet."
She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to
behave, but I don't want you to."
After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,
watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
crackle from the dying fire.
Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled
from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
sending shivers up my spine.
I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did
she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.
I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no
one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.
Chapter Seven.
She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent
closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
your body to lose a lot of heat.”
I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a
moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
with the laces to my boots.
She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I
got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
panties on top of her bra.
I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,
taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
efficiency is key.
Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her
face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.
As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg
around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
against her belly.
She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.
She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered
into my ear. "I need you inside of me."
“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear
Melissa.”
“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick
cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.
It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping
bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
anxious expression on her angelic face.
"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.
"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.
"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."
She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
expecting me to be upset or disappointed.
I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't
matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
Well, problem solved.
"You're not disappointed?" She asked.
I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt
you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful
issues."
Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she
kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She
climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between
her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she
slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I
slid deep within her silky wetness.
Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The
sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being
an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both
hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get
just a little bit deeper.
Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling
the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She
buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just
want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.
We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act
of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close
to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as
long as it took, to completely satisfy her.
She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in
each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire,
matching my own need for her.
Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing
me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside
her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her
ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a
slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.
We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I
was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had
relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by
her juices.
I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and
pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I
was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each
other finally, and completely set loose.
I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed
hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every
breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to
orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the
point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time,
holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly
emptying my balls inside of her.
As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of
her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt
her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her
eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh,
and her mouth fell to mine.
We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our
mutual orgasm.
I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more
times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled
imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the
point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at
the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of
the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another
person was exceedingly more profound.
I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the
sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be
needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and
soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the
sum of their individuality.
We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her
weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and
she groaned, her body relaxing further.
After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa
made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her.
I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that
connection, forever.
Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we
looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made
couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal.
We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." She whispered back.
We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s
cheeks.
"I saw it in your eyes." I said.
"When did you first see it?"
"I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm
pretty sure I saw it before that."
She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with
her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"
"Know what?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You
never knew?"
I didn't know what to say.
She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a
boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin
next door to the one my family took me to."
I snorted a laugh.
"It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this
mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our
adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our
relationship."
I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized,
but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about
you like that."
"It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times
together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the
past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the
storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually
entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of
kissing a boy was gross."
I laughed with her, and kissed her.
She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."
In response, I kissed her deeply.
When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy
germs."
Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Eight.
I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it
was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up
in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look
of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly
beautiful.
I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her
back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still
wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying
every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base
of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.
I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack,
to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed,
and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting
to wake her.
"Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper,
barely louder than her light breathing.
My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside
curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where
her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the
other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.
I explored the complex curves where her legs came together,
and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that
most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side,
back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath
would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.
I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular
contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her
lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.
I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her
to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly
content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both
hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and
moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned
over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could
feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.
My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her
shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my
palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I
noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large
like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they
were perfect.
My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly
down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible,
soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her
fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.
I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to
a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly
guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and
planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another
non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to
her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.
I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the
lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and
lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a
nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her
very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose
with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the
same.
Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again
felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.
I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.
Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her
breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore
you now."
She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and
kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing
my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing
fully.
She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her
fingertips down to my hands like I had done to her. Instead of caressing my
hand with her fingers, she picked it up, and brought it to her mouth. I felt
her tongue slowly lick the length of each finger. She repeated this a couple
times, then took a finger into her mouth, sucking gently.
I found this to be particularly pleasurable, and let her
know with a quiet moan. She did this to each of my fingers in turn, and it was
really getting me turned on. Not only did it feel great, but it was very
suggestive of something else I found I desperately wanted her to do with her
mouth.
She took her time, performing the same thing with the other
hand, and I loved every second of it.
She ran her hands up my arms, and onto my chest, massaging
my pecs, and finding my nipples, which she pinched lightly. I had never thought
that guys would like their nipples played with too, and maybe I'm just strange,
but I really liked it. She bent down, and licked a nipple, before closing her
mouth on it and sucking.
I moaned with pleasure, and she sucked a little harder,
flicking it with the tip of her tongue. I gasped as she stopped and moved to
the other one, immediately sucking hard on it. She gave each nipple one last
lick before moving on. He hands slid down my chest, and she followed them with
a trail of kisses.
My cock was extremely erect, and pointing up over my lower
belly. Her hands brushed it on either side, as they slid down to my thighs. If
she didn't already know how badly I wanted her to touch it, the sharp intake of
breath I made at the slightest contact was a huge give away.
She spread my legs apart, and knelt between my knees. Her hands
roved down my legs, all the way to my toes, and back up. She lifted my knees
up, and spread my legs farther, running her fingers from my calves, up the
backs of my thighs. Her fingers traced a line up the edge of my ass cheeks, and
onto my taint, then around my balls.
I was breathing very heavily now. Feeling her hands on me
like this was heavenly, but I needed more. I silently willed her to-
She cupped my balls in her hands, gently rolling my
testicles around, feeling the shape of them, and no doubt paying close
attention to my reaction. My moan turned into a needy whimper as her hands
moved from my balls, to my shaft. She caressed it slowly, taking the time to
study every bit of me. She ran a finger around the edge of my head, and through
the slit of my urethra, finding a drop of pre-cum there.
That hand left my cock, and I realized she had brought the
finger to her mouth to taste what she had just found.
She moved close, and I gasped loudly as she licked my
perineum with her whole tongue. In one long lick, she slid her tongue up
between my balls, and up my shaft, giving my glans a little flick with the tip
of her tongue at the last, causing my whole body to shudder.
She wrapped a hand around my shaft, and cupped my balls with
the other. I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock as she took me into
her mouth. I let out a low moan as she began bobbing her head up and down,
swirling her tongue along the underside of my glans every time she took me in.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft moved up and down in time. She wasn't taking
me very deep into her mouth, not like in the porno videos, but my God did it
feel amazing.
I was squirming in ecstasy, and very quickly, far far too
quickly, she had me on the verge of climax. I managed to whisper to her that I
was going to cum, and instead of slowing down, or stopping, she redoubled her
efforts. She started massaging my balls, and gripped a little tighter with the
hand that was pumping up and down my shaft.
Only when my hips bucked, and I filled her mouth with cum,
did she stop. She gave my, now ultra-sensitive head one last little suck before
taking her mouth off me. She must have been figuring out what to do with her
mouthful of my hot cum, because she stayed still for a moment.
Melissa moved up and lay next to me, I faced towards her,
and we kissed. I was very surprised to find that her mouth was still full of
cum. After the sensual experience she had given me, my desire to kiss her
overruled any initial shock or disgust I might have had. Her tongue seemed to
push a lot of it into my mouth, so I used my own tongue to push it back.
I had tasted my own cum before, any guy who says he hasn't
even once, is probably lying. I didn't really care for the taste of it, and
before this moment, the thought of having a mouthful of my own cum would have
been a turn off. But, what was happening now with Melissa, this was hot. We
kissed with passion, sharing my cum back and forth. Little by little, as we
each swallowed saliva, the cum was swallowed too.
This act seemed almost dirty, and maybe it was because of
that, and because I enjoyed it so much, that I found that it was a real turn
on.
I broke off the kiss and caught my breath. I caressed her
cheeks and gave her a short kiss on the lips.
"That was amazing." I whispered.
I could feel her smile under my hands. "I'm glad."
She seemed to frown a little bit. "I was afraid you wouldn't like that
last part."
I kissed her softly again. "Melissa, you can do
anything you want to me, and I'll love it because it's you doing it."
"I'll remember that." She said mischievously.
"I love you."
"I love you." She whispered back.
I was musing that my statement about 'anything she wants'
might come back and bite me in the ass one day, when I felt her hand wrap
around my cock again. I was still very hard, and the high sensitivity that
comes right after an orgasm has passed. I sighed, as she gave my cock a little
squeeze.
She leaned in close and whispered into my ear. "I need
you inside of me."
She did not have to ask twice.
I rolled her onto her back, and climbed between her legs. I
slid my hands down her chest and belly, straight down to her very wet pussy.
She squirmed as I ran my fingers along either side her slit. I grabbed my cock,
and guided myself in. I had just the tip inside, when her legs came up around
me and pulled hard. In one swift movement, my cock was buried to the base. We
both let out a grunt of pleasure.
I laid my chest down onto hers, and we kissed.
After just a few seconds, she broke off the kiss and
whispered into my ear. "Fuck me."
I started slowly, pulling out until just my head was inside
her, then sliding myself back in. Every couple of strokes, I did it a little
faster. Every time I reached full penetration, the lower part of my abdomen,
just above my cock, would press against her, and she would give out a little
moan.
"Faster." She whispered, wrapping her arms around
my back, and burying her face against my neck.
I obliged, and soon was slamming my cock into her, as deep
and hard and fast as I could. With each thrust, our bodies met with a wet
slapping sound.
I was almost afraid that I was hurting her until she
whispered. "Yes! Don't stop!"
Having cum so recently, I was nowhere near cumming again so
soon. I could feel it building though.
Melissa, however, was very close. As I continued to pound
deep into her, her breathing became more ragged, and her arms gripped me
tighter. I felt it when she came, her vagina pulsed tightly around my cock, and
her whole body shuddered as the waves of her orgasm washed through her.
I had slowed my thrusting when she came, but I hadn't
stopped. We kissed, and she moaned into my mouth as I continued to slide slowly
in and out of her.
She ran her fingers through my shaggy hair, and down my
back. Every time I pulled my hips back, she would inhale, then I would slide
deep inside, and she would exhale with a moan. As I relentlessly continued at a
slow pace, her moans slowly became louder.
The feeling of making her cum had brought me closer to my
own orgasm, and now as she was building up to another one, I could feel myself
getting very close.
I tried to hold out as long as I could, to keep her in this
state of bliss for a little while longer, but it was no use. With one last deep
thrust, I came, filling her with my seed once again. Gasping, Melissa came, the
sensation of my cum spurting inside her having pushed her over the edge once
again.
We kissed deeply, then both of us had to stop as we tried to
catch our breath. We were so joyous in our mutual ecstasy, that we were
giggling. We caressed each other's faces, and showered each other in kisses.
I realized that it wasn't pitch black darkness anymore, the
first faint hint of morning sunlight was enough that I could see the outline of
her face. "So much for getting much sleep tonight."
"Sleep is over rated." Melissa kissed me softly,
and ran a finger along my jaw. "Besides, I needed as much of you as I
could get before..."
I completed her sentence. "Before we have to say
goodbye."
She nodded slowly, then asked a moment later. "Can we
really make this work?"
"I said earlier, that life without you is not an
option. I meant that."
She was quiet for another moment, then whispered. "I'm
scared."
"Of getting caught?" I asked.
"Of losing you. If other girls find out how amazing you
are, I won't stand a chance."
I gently held her face between my hands, and with the aid of
the growing predawn light I looked her in the eyes. "You're smart, you're
gorgeous, you're funny, and I have more in common with you than with anyone
else I've ever met. You make my heart flutter with a glance. You know me better
than anyone. Being with you makes me feel complete, in a way I didn't know was
possible. I am yours, in all ways, forever."
Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears of joy.
"I love you." She said, and kissed me softly
before hugging me tight.
"I love you." I replied, then added. "And you
make me cum really hard."
We both laughed as quietly as we could.
Chapter Nine.
We had stayed in each other's arms for as long as we thought
we could get away with, but decided that we should make sure that we were up
and about before anyone would have the chance to see both of us leave my tent.
We each attended to our morning needs, and were soon at the
fire pit, where I skillfully started a small fire. The morning air was very
cold, and frost covered the ground. Melissa smiled at me as I sat on the bench
next to her. Her smile warmed me inside more than the fire ever could.
"You have a cell phone, don't you?" She asked.
"Yeah." I replied. I had left it in my truck all
weekend. Any really important calls would have come from people who were here
with me, so I didn't see the point of carrying it around.
"Go get it."
I did, and when I returned to the bench, I set it into her
outstretched hand. She entered in a new contact, and handed it back.
"That's my home phone number. I don't have a cell phone yet."
I looked at the contact, labeled simply 'Melissa' with a 218
area code phone number. Despite it being in my phone, I committed myself to
memorizing the number.
"I should probably get one." She added. "I
never had the money before. Then I did have the money, it didn't seem all that
important."
"I hardly ever use mine. Mostly, it's just for
emergencies, like my mom checking up on me to see why I'm late for
dinner."
As we laughed, I saw my Mark, one of my older brothers,
coming up the trail that led from the cabin down to Pelican lake. He had his
arms full of tackle boxes and fishing rods, which he brought to his pickup. He lit
up a smoke as he walked over to us.
"Morning, kids." He said, tossing a spent match
into the fire.
Mark was older than me, but not that much older.
"Good morning." Melissa replied sweetly.
"I need your help today, Chuck." He said, using a
version of my name that he knew I didn't like, as he almost always did. "I
gotta pull Lilly and John's camper home for them, so you have to take the
boat."
Lilly and John were my sister and her husband. They owned a
big fancy tow-behind camper, but didn't own anything that could tow it, instead
relying on one of us to drag it up here in the spring, and back down in the
fall, so it was no surprise that I was expected to use my truck to tow
something back home.
"Alright. When do you want to bring the boat to the
landing?" I asked.
"I wanna get home early today, so like, now." He
turned and started back towards the path to the lake.
"Can't I at least have breakfast first?" I called
after him.
"Don't make me wait." He called back.
I looked at Melissa with a grimace. "Well, shit. Guess
I better get moving."
"I'll be here when you get back." She said with a
smile.
I was about to lean over and give her a kiss, but thought
better of it. Getting up, I hitched the boat trailer to my truck, and started
the drive into Breezy Point, where the boat launch was.
When I pulled into the boat landing, I could see Mark in the
fishing boat, slowing down as he piloted it closer to shore. I hurried and got
the trailer backed into the water, just in time for Mark to send the boat
coasting up into place. I got out and attached the winch line to the bow of the
boat, giving the crank a few turns to draw it snug to the front. Mark grabbed a
few last loose items from the boat and hopped out. We got into my truck at the
same time, slamming the doors in unison.
"Smooth." He said, offering me a fist bump, which
I returned with a grin. He lit a smoke, and said. "Let's roll."
I pulled out of the boat launch, and headed back towards the
cabin. After about a minute of driving, I noticed that Mark was looking at me
kinda strange. "What?" I asked.
Mark actually looked a little uncomfortable. "So I, uh,
know about you and Melissa."
My heart sank. I didn't look at him, just kept driving.
"I was up super early, and I heard you two going at
it."
People were going to find out eventually, Melissa had said
as much, but so soon? I felt like bursting into tears. "Mark, please don't
tell mom and dad!"
"Hey!" He said defensively. "I ain't a
snitch."
"What do you want then?" I pleaded.
"I just" He stopped what he was about to say and
looked at me intently. "This thing between you two, it's more than just
sex isn't it?"
I nodded my head. "Much more."
He took a drag off his smoke and looked out the window.
"I don't want anything. You're my brother, I'll keep my mouth shut. Just.
Be more careful, man. If dad knew, he would freak the fuck out, and if mom
found out, she'd cry for a week, and then I'd have to kick your ass."
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Mark had
always been kind of a bully to me, as older brothers always were. He could be
mean at times, but he was never sadistic, and I knew that deep down, he loved
me.
Mark smacked my shoulder with the back of his hand.
"Hey, I'm actually pretty happy for you. She's a wonderful girl."
Another drag off the cigarette. "So is it like, serious
serious?"
This conversation was going way better than I feared it
would, and my relief almost made me dizzy. "Yeah. We have a connection
that neither of us thought was possible. We really do love each other."
"That's cool, man. Good for you. Should've seen it
coming though, you two were always joined at the hip." He cackled at his
joke, and I couldn't help but join him.
"So, you aren't grossed out that she's my cousin?"
"She's your second cousin. That's barely
related." He tossed his cigarette butt out the window, then grinned at me.
"My little bro is a man now. Gonna have to start calling you
Charles."
Chapter Ten.
It was getting to be mid-afternoon, and slowly the cabin
yard was emptying out, with everyone packing up their things and saying their
goodbyes. Melissa and I had spent the day just relaxing, lounging on camp
chairs, and chatting about nothing in particular with whoever was around. The
only things that might have given away our secret, were the occasional unwarranted
smile, and the fact that we never strayed very far apart from each other.
Which, I guess, actually was pretty normal behavior for the two of us.
"I think we should take down our tents." I said.
"Yeah." Melissa reluctantly agreed.
We had both been putting this task off, because it meant
that 'the goodbye' was soon to follow.
We collapsed our tents. Then we were both working on rolling
them up and stuffing them into their bags. I looked around to see if anyone was
nearby. The only people I could see were my parents, both engrossed in books by
the fire pit. I moved over and sat on the ground near Melissa. We hadn't had a
chance to talk privately all day until now.
"I had an interesting chat with my brother this
morning."
Melissa looked at me curiously, sensing that this wasn't
going to be a conversation with a 'light' topic.
"He knows about us."
Her hands covered her mouth, and her eyes got wide and
fearful.
I put a calming hand on her arm. "Hey, hey, don't
worry. He approves."
She took her hands away from her face, but she still looked
fearful. "Really?"
"Yeah." I said reassuringly. "He's actually
happy for us."
"He doesn't have a problem with, you know," She
gestured back and forth between us. "Cousins?"
I shook my head. "It didn't seem to matter at all to
him."
"We need to be more careful." She said, somewhat
relieved, but still worried.
"He told me that too."
"Wait, how did he find out?" Melissa asked.
I scratched the back of my neck, and grimaced. "He said
that he... heard us... this morning."
"Heard us what... Oh. Oh my god." She said, her
face instantly flushing red as she made the realization.
"Yeah, so maybe no more sex when there's anyone close
enough to overhear."
She laughed, but still looked slightly horrified.
"Yeah, that's a good idea." She glanced over to my parents, who were
now packing things into their car, much too far away to be listening in. She
looked back at me, with a familiar gleam in her eye. "Despite how much I
want you to fuck my brains out right now."
I gazed at her lovingly. I wanted to strip off her clothes
and take her right here on the grass and dried leaves. But of course, the
situation demanded that I remain content to merely be in her presence.
Seemingly on-cue, My dad approached.
"We're all packed and the cabin is locked. Did you have
a good weekend, Melissa?"
She smiled up at him. "It was wonderful. I really
missed being here, thanks for having me."
"You're always welcome." Then my dad turned to me,
and dashed any hopes of staying behind for a while with Melissa after my parents
left. "Nobody's used that boat trailer since spring, I'll follow you home
just in case there's any trouble."
"Okay." I said, trying my best not to sound
disappointed.
"As soon as your mother is ready, we'll go." As he
turned to go, he paused and said. "We really do enjoy your company,
Melissa. It's a shame what happened. If there's ever anything you need, all you
have to do is ask."
Melissa gave him a very sweet heartfelt smile.
"Thanks."
He nodded, and headed toward his car.
"Well, it was really great seeing you again." I
said to Melissa, knowing that my dad was probably still within earshot.
Catching on immediately to the little show we needed to put
on, she responded. "I'll have to try and come back next summer, I really
love this place."
I stood, and picked up my tent and backpack, holding them in
front of my body to conceal an inconvenient bulge. "I'll probably be
here."
I looked in her eyes, and saw what she couldn't say, that
she loved me, and it hurt to have to say goodbye, and there was no way in hell
she was going to wait until next summer to see me again.
"Cool." She said, picking up her own things.
We carried our stuff to our vehicles, and I did a last walk
around inspection of the boat and trailer. My mom and dad were in their car,
waiting.
Melissa walked up as I was getting ready to get in my truck.
She gave me a quick, cousin-appropriate, hug. Before she let go, she whispered.
"Call me when you get home."
She flashed me a smile as she got into her car, and was the
first of us to leave the cabin yard. I followed her, and my parents followed
me. Melissa turned right at the end of the driveway, towards the road that
would lead her home to Duluth.
I looked in the rear view mirror, over the roof of my dad's
car. The cabin looked lonely, as I always thought it did when everyone left. It
would wait, nestled there among the towering pines and oaks, and elms, for
people to return and give its existence meaning again. It would wait, patiently
yearning, for joy and love to once again make itself whole.
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Chapter Six.
Walking up into the cabin yard, we could see that we had
missed dinner. My mom and older sisters were busy bringing the leftovers and
supplies back into the cabin.
"You two were gone all day, where did you go?" My
mom asked.
"We went all the way out to the pine grove." I
said sheepishly, forgetting for a moment that I was an adult now, and not a
little kid that adults needed to look after.
"That's a long ways! We were getting worried."
"We had a picnic in the clearing, and we lost track of
time. Sorry." Said Melissa.
Which I guess was an accurate, if vague and incomplete,
account of what happened.
"Well, if you're hungry; there's hot dogs and brats,
potato salad, and baked beans in the crock pot."
Giving Melissa a quick glance, I said. "I'm
starving." Managing to do so with a straight face.
We roasted hot dogs over the fire, and both of us had
several servings of beans. The 'baked beans' were really a meal in themselves.
My mom would make this stuff for just about every family gathering, and it
never got old. There was no less than four different types of beans, chunks of
bacon, and ground beef. Between Chili and stew, there was this, and it was one
of my favorite foods. Melissa was enjoying it as much as I was; apparently,
because neither of us said a word until we had thrown our empty paper plates
into the fire, and were carrying the uneaten food back into the cabin.
"That was so good. My mom never cooked anything like
that. The limit of her skills was frozen pizza and hamburger helper."
"I'm sure mom would be happy to give you the recipe."
I said.
"There's no way I could make anything taste this
good." Melissa said with a snort of self-derisive laughter.
"You can do anything you put your mind to. I have faith
in you."
She was quiet for a few seconds, and when she looked at me
to respond, her eyes were positively glowing with love.
"Thank you. That really means a lot."
"Anytime." I said softly, before lurching forward
to open the screen door for her.
Dinner put away, we went back to the benches around the fire
pit, where most everyone was gathered. In an unspoken agreement, Melissa and I
did not sit next to each other, both of us having independently come to the
conclusion that it would be far too easy to betray our ruse of mere friendship,
by being just a bit too touchy-feely. As a compromise, we sat on opposite sides
of the fire, so we could look at each other with impunity under the guise of
watching the flames.
We occasionally joined in on discussing whatever gossip or
topic was going around, but neither of us were as involved as we otherwise
might have been. Will the Vikings beat the Packers? Even if the Monday night
game was in Lambeau field? Will Denis Green make good on his threat that the
Vikings will leave the state if the govt. doesn’t build another stadium? Uncle
Bert warned us that if the Vikings leave, all our kids will grow up as Packer
fans, since they were the closest franchise to Minnesota. The relatives all
groaned at that notion, and they concurred that a stadium must get built.
Melissa and I just smiled and winked to each other as
everyone else was in rapt attention to Bert’s ominous prophesy.
I was entranced by the firelight reflected in her eyes, eyes
that very rarely looked away from me. The light danced and sparkled in her
eyes, and made her honey-blond hair glow red and orange. Her cheeks were
flushed by the heat, that same adorable rosy color I had seen on her face for a
very different reason, earlier today.
My body reacted to these thoughts, and I had to shift my
seating position slightly to conceal my 'excitement'. Across the fire, Melissa
gave me that smile, the one she kept just for me, and in her eyes, I saw the
need, burning hot.
Again, at the end of the night, we were the last two people
at the fire. She stood and walked around to join me on my metal glider bench. I
scooted over a little bit, so when she sat, it wouldn't be on a cold piece of
bench. I wondered if she realized what I did, and why. Not that it mattered to
me if I got recognition for that tiny act of kindness. I would do a thousand
such acts, never once needing anything more than the satisfaction that I made
her just the tiniest bit more comfortable.
She leaned against me and sighed. I could tell that she was
genuinely tired. I was too.
"I think I will remember this day for the rest of my
life." She said quietly, while staring into the fire.
"Agreed." I said, in like fashion; then looked at
her. "But the day's not over yet."
She looked at me with a huge smile. "I'd tell you to
behave, but I don't want you to."
After that, we sat for a long time in comfortable silence,
watching the fire slowly die down. The last few lights inside of the cabin and
each RV had gone out, and the world was silent, save for an occasional pop or
crackle from the dying fire.
Far enough away that it was barely audible, a wolf howled
from deep within the forest to the west. Another wolf answered from across the
lake water, to the east, it's mournful howl echoing up and down the lake, and
sending shivers up my spine.
I loved hearing the wolves howl; and looking at Melissa, so did
she. In the busier times of the year, the wolves stayed farther away from the
more populated areas, preferring to keep their distance from the noisy tourists
and weekend warriors that invaded their territory. But here in the fall, as
less and less people came up to their cabins, they would return, and let their
presence be known to anyone lucky enough to hear.
I stood, and after taking a good look around, made sure no
one was watching us. I led Melissa by the hand to my tent.
Chapter Seven.
She entered first, and when I turned after zipping the tent
closed after myself, Melissa had already pulled off the hoodie and tee shirt
she had been wearing, and was working on taking her pants off. “ I remember
that I wore jeans to bed last night. In Girl Scouts they told us to always take
off sweaty clothes before trying to sleep. The moisture cools and can cause
your body to lose a lot of heat.”
I quickly pulled my hoody off over my head, then paused a
moment to stare. Melissa, clad only in a white bra and pale blue panties, was
scrambling to get inside my big flannel-lined sleeping bag. My God, was she
gorgeous. Feeling my cock instantly become hard as iron, I started fumbling
with the laces to my boots.
She had pulled the sleeping bag up over her head, and as I
got my first boot off, I saw her reach a hand out and toss her bra onto her
pile of clothes. I attacked the other boot with renewed urgency. I got it
undone, and was undoing my belt when she poked her head out and smiled as she
watched me. My attention wavered again, when she grinned at me and tossed her
panties on top of her bra.
I hooked my thumbs inside my pants, and pulled them off,
taking my underwear with them. In situations like these, when time is critical,
efficiency is key.
Melissa eyed me up and down, her need for me clear on her
face. She opened the sleeping bag slightly, and I quickly crawled inside. She
was laying on her side, and I slid into her awaiting arms.
As our mouths met, our limbs intertwined. She wrapped a leg
around me, and used it to pull me close. I moved a knee up, and could feel the
wetness of her pussy as I pressed my thigh against her. She moaned as we
kissed, tongues exploring each other's mouths. I put a hand on her firm ass,
and pulled her hips even closer to mine. My cock was now pressed tightly
against her belly.
She ran a hand down my back to my ass, giving it a squeeze.
We kissed for a long time, exploring each other's naked flesh with our hands.
She adjusted slightly, and kissed my neck, then whispered
into my ear. "I need you inside of me."
“My fingers are pleased to accept your invitation, my dear
Melissa.”
“You know what I mean, mister. I need cock! Hard cock. Thick
cock, your cock!” she sternly whispered in my ear.
It was already getting pretty hot and stuffy inside the sleeping
bag, so I pulled the edge down, exposing our heads. Outside, the moon had risen
above the trees, and was shining bright in the clear autumn sky. Enough light
made it through the tent that I could see her somewhat clearly. She had an
anxious expression on her angelic face.
"Charles; This is my first time." She whispered.
"Oh yeah? Mine too." I replied.
"Well, okay; I'm not physically a virgin anymore."
She said tentatively. "I've got this toy at home" She said, obviously
expecting me to be upset or disappointed.
I cut her off with a kiss, then said. "That doesn't
matter. Does a tampon make you not a virgin? Does a pelvic exam cost you your
virginity?" It didn't. In fact, it was a huge relief. I had always been so
worried that if and when I took a girl's virginity, that it would hurt her.
Well, problem solved.
"You're not disappointed?" She asked.
I kissed her again, and smiled. "I never want to hurt
you, even the slightest bit. Now I don't have to worry about first-time painful
issues."
Her own relief was evident in the passion with which she
kissed me. We untangled our legs, and she gently pushed me flat on my back. She
climbed on top of me; her knees straddling my chest. She reached a hand between
her legs, and found my cock, positioning it beneath her. Our eyes locked as she
slowly lowered herself onto me. In unison, we let out gasps of pleasure as I
slid deep within her silky wetness.
Her pussy felt tight around my, happy turgid cock. The
sensation of being inside of her was unlike anything I had imagined, and being
an eighteen-year-old guy, I had imagined a lot. I grabbed her ass with both
hands and pulled her farther down, while pushing my hips up, desperate to get
just a little bit deeper.
Melissa leaned in and I began sucking one tit while fondling
the other. Then she rested her chest on mine, putting her weight on me. She
buried her face against my neck, and made a low moan of satisfaction. “I just
want to hold you forever, like this!” she added.
We stayed still, both of us content to savor this first act
of ultimate intimacy. I was glad for it, because I was already perilously close
to cumming, and I didn't want it to be over this quickly. I wanted to last as
long as it took, to completely satisfy her.
She raised her chest up just enough so that we could look in
each other's eyes. I saw her need for me, burning hotter than any camp fire,
matching my own need for her.
Maintaining eye contact, she raised her hips slowly, drawing
me almost fully out of herself. When just the head of my cock remained inside
her, she reversed direction, and eased me back inside. Again, with hands on her
ass, I pushed upwards to get that extra bit more. Her hips also flexed in a
slow twerk motion, to swallow all of my happy cock.
We repeated this several more times, and I could feel that I
was sliding in and out more freely. I surmised that it was because her body had
relaxed and become accustomed to me, and that I had become well lubricated by
her juices.
I started to pull down on her ass with more force, and
pulling back with my hips when she rose hers up, increasing the speed that I
was being thrust inside of her. Faster and faster we went, the need for each
other finally, and completely set loose.
I could feel her body begin to tense, and her knees squeezed
hard against the sides of my chest. She started to let out a moan with every
breath. Watching the heat escalate in her eyes, and feeling her body build to
orgasm, from inside of her, was ecstasy, and I was quickly past the
point of no return. I grunted as I pushed myself deep inside her one last time,
holding her down on me tightly. My cock pulsed over and over, seemingly
emptying my balls inside of her.
As she explained to me later, feeling my cum spurt inside of
her is what tipped her over the edge, and as my cock was still spasming, I felt
her pussy clamp tightly around me as she came. She tensed and shivered, and her
eyes rolled back slightly. She let out her held breath with a long shaky sigh,
and her mouth fell to mine.
We kissed slowly and deeply, reveling in the glow of our
mutual orgasm.
I had dreamed of my first time, and fantasized about it more
times than I could remember, but nothing in my teenage hormone-fueled
imagination compared to this. All of my fantasies had completely missed the
point. As I kissed Melissa, with my cock still deep inside her, I marveled at
the discovery that the greatest thing about sex wasn't the physical pleasure of
the act. Don't get me wrong, it felt amazing, but the connection to another
person was exceedingly more profound.
I struggled to find appropriate words to describe the
sensation of merging your entire essence with another person; To need, and be
needed. To accept, and be accepted. To love, and be loved. The mind, body, and
soul of two people, fusing together to become something far greater than the
sum of their individuality.
We were both sweaty, and still panting. Melissa rested her
weight fully on my chest, and nuzzled my neck. I began massaging her back, and
she groaned, her body relaxing further.
After a little while, I felt my cock going soft. Melissa
made the cutest sound of disappointment when it inevitably slipped out of her.
I felt the same way. I wanted to be inside her forever, to feel that
connection, forever.
Melissa rolled off of me, and we lay face to face. As we
looked in each other's eyes once more, I was reassured. The connection we made
couldn't end just because my cock wasn't inside of her anymore. It was eternal.
We both felt it, both knew it as a fundamental truth of our existence.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you." She whispered back.
We both smiled, and kissed softly, caressing each other’s
cheeks.
"I saw it in your eyes." I said.
"When did you first see it?"
"I figured it out when we got to the clearing. But I'm
pretty sure I saw it before that."
She looked at me with mock pity, and patted my cheek with
her hand. "Silly boy. Didn't you know?"
"Know what?" I asked.
She shook her head. "I've loved you my entire life. You
never knew?"
I didn't know what to say.
She giggled. "I used to tell my friends that I had a
boyfriend. I'd lie and say that he was the neighbor boy who lived in the cabin
next door to the one my family took me to."
I snorted a laugh.
"It was a big deal for a teenage girl, to have this
mysterious boyfriend that no one had ever met. I'd tell them stories about our
adventures exploring the woods, all true. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"Well yeah, I had to embellish a few details about our
relationship."
I laughed, and kissed her. "I'm sorry I never realized,
but you were, like, my best friend. It never even occurred to me to think about
you like that."
"It's okay, really. I wouldn't change our times
together." She got a far-away look in her eyes, as she thought of the
past. "It was never sexual, you know, just naive little girl dreams of the
storybook happily ever after, without any concept of what that actually
entails." She giggled again. "Most of the time I thought the idea of
kissing a boy was gross."
I laughed with her, and kissed her.
She made a face and said. "Uh, boy germs."
In response, I kissed her deeply.
When we broke off the kiss she said. "Yum, boy
germs."
Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.
Chapter Eight.
I awoke again sometime before dawn. The moon had set, and it
was so dark that I couldn't see anything at all. Melissa was still cuddled up
in my arms, and I could feel her shallow breath on my face. I imagined the look
of her face, as I had seen it the previous morning, serene, content, stunningly
beautiful.
I very gently ran my hand along her perfect skin, over her
back, across her deliciously firm ass, and down the thigh that was still
wrapped around me, holding us tightly together. My hand roved slowly, studying
every inch of her that I could reach. She had two shallow dimples at the base
of her back, that in my mind’s eye, were absolutely adorable.
I ran my fingertips down, along the curve of her ass crack,
to the tender skin where her ass met the back of her thigh. Her breath changed,
and she seemed to sigh with pleasure. I stopped what I was doing, not wanting
to wake her.
"Don't stop. I like that." I heard her whisper,
barely louder than her light breathing.
My hand continued its explorations, running down the inside
curve of the back of her thigh to the back of her knee, then back up to where
her legs met, and up through her ass crack. From there, I did the same with the
other leg, moving my fingertips gently, caressing, down and back up.
I explored the complex curves where her legs came together,
and she sighed with pleasure once again when I ran my fingertips along that
most sensitive area alongside her pussy. I trailed my fingers along one side,
back to alongside her asshole, then did the same on the other side. Her breath
would hitch slightly when I brushed against her labia.
I decided to tease her with the prospect of that particular
contact, letting my fingers caress ever closer, without actually touching her
lips. Her breathing had increased, and I felt the wetness seeping out of her.
I pushed gently on the leg she had around me, prompting her
to lay flat on her back with her arms at her sides. She seemed perfectly
content to lay still and let me continue. I sat up next to her, and used both
hands to explore her body. I began at her face, caressing her cheeks, and
moving across her temples, around her ears, and under her jawline. I leaned
over and kissed her cheek. Though it was still pitch black darkness, I could
feel her smile, and could see it clearly in my mind.
My hands moved down her neck, and briefly massaged her
shoulders, before easing towards her chest. I found her tits, and brushed my
palms across her erect nipples before cupping them with a gentle squeeze. As I
noted before, her tits weren't overly large, and certainly not comically large
like most of the women in the porno mags and videos I've seen. I thought they
were perfect.
My caressing fingers roamed up to her shoulders, then slowly
down the inside of her arms. I brushed her wrists as delicately as possible,
soliciting a sigh. I ran my fingers across her palms, and down each of her
fingers, which she seemed to like a lot.
I added to her enjoyment of having her fingers caressed, to
a growing mental list of ways she particularly liked being touched. Correctly
guessing on the location of her belly button in the dark, I leaned over and
planted a kiss on her belly, just below her waistline. She made another
non-distinct sound of pleasure under her breath. I made a trail of kisses up to
her belly button, adding soft licks with the tip of my tongue.
I licked in a circle around her belly button, and noted the
lack of a positive, or negative, response from Melissa. I trailed my tongue and
lips slowly up her chest, to between her tits. I cupped her tits, and licked a
nipple, which got a very positive result. I licked little circles around her
very erect nipple, then closed my mouth over it, sucking gently. Her chest rose
with a deep intake of breath. I moved over to the other nipple, and did the
same.
Melissa was starting to get really worked up, and I again
felt great joy that I was able to give her so much pleasure.
I moved up to her face, and kissed her softly on the lips.
She wrapped her arms around me, kissing me with passionate enthusiasm.
Finally the broke off the kiss, and as she caught her
breath, she whispered into my ear. "That was wonderful. I get to explore
you now."
She gently pushed me onto my back. She leaned over me and
kissed me once on the lips, then moved to my neck, kissing softly, and teasing
my skin with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes and sighed, relaxing
fully.
She massaged my shoulders and upper arms, then trailed her
fingertips down to my hands like I had done to her. Instead of caressing my
hand with her fingers, she picked it up, and brought it to her mouth. I felt
her tongue slowly lick the length of each finger. She repeated this a couple
times, then took a finger into her mouth, sucking gently.
I found this to be particularly pleasurable, and let her
know with a quiet moan. She did this to each of my fingers in turn, and it was
really getting me turned on. Not only did it feel great, but it was very
suggestive of something else I found I desperately wanted her to do with her
mouth.
She took her time, performing the same thing with the other
hand, and I loved every second of it.
She ran her hands up my arms, and onto my chest, massaging
my pecs, and finding my nipples, which she pinched lightly. I had never thought
that guys would like their nipples played with too, and maybe I'm just strange,
but I really liked it. She bent down, and licked a nipple, before closing her
mouth on it and sucking.
I moaned with pleasure, and she sucked a little harder,
flicking it with the tip of her tongue. I gasped as she stopped and moved to
the other one, immediately sucking hard on it. She gave each nipple one last
lick before moving on. He hands slid down my chest, and she followed them with
a trail of kisses.
My cock was extremely erect, and pointing up over my lower
belly. Her hands brushed it on either side, as they slid down to my thighs. If
she didn't already know how badly I wanted her to touch it, the sharp intake of
breath I made at the slightest contact was a huge give away.
She spread my legs apart, and knelt between my knees. Her hands
roved down my legs, all the way to my toes, and back up. She lifted my knees
up, and spread my legs farther, running her fingers from my calves, up the
backs of my thighs. Her fingers traced a line up the edge of my ass cheeks, and
onto my taint, then around my balls.
I was breathing very heavily now. Feeling her hands on me
like this was heavenly, but I needed more. I silently willed her to-
She cupped my balls in her hands, gently rolling my
testicles around, feeling the shape of them, and no doubt paying close
attention to my reaction. My moan turned into a needy whimper as her hands
moved from my balls, to my shaft. She caressed it slowly, taking the time to
study every bit of me. She ran a finger around the edge of my head, and through
the slit of my urethra, finding a drop of pre-cum there.
That hand left my cock, and I realized she had brought the
finger to her mouth to taste what she had just found.
She moved close, and I gasped loudly as she licked my
perineum with her whole tongue. In one long lick, she slid her tongue up
between my balls, and up my shaft, giving my glans a little flick with the tip
of her tongue at the last, causing my whole body to shudder.
She wrapped a hand around my shaft, and cupped my balls with
the other. I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock as she took me into
her mouth. I let out a low moan as she began bobbing her head up and down,
swirling her tongue along the underside of my glans every time she took me in.
Her hand wrapped around my shaft moved up and down in time. She wasn't taking
me very deep into her mouth, not like in the porno videos, but my God did it
feel amazing.
I was squirming in ecstasy, and very quickly, far far too
quickly, she had me on the verge of climax. I managed to whisper to her that I
was going to cum, and instead of slowing down, or stopping, she redoubled her
efforts. She started massaging my balls, and gripped a little tighter with the
hand that was pumping up and down my shaft.
Only when my hips bucked, and I filled her mouth with cum,
did she stop. She gave my, now ultra-sensitive head one last little suck before
taking her mouth off me. She must have been figuring out what to do with her
mouthful of my hot cum, because she stayed still for a moment.
Melissa moved up and lay next to me, I faced towards her,
and we kissed. I was very surprised to find that her mouth was still full of
cum. After the sensual experience she had given me, my desire to kiss her
overruled any initial shock or disgust I might have had. Her tongue seemed to
push a lot of it into my mouth, so I used my own tongue to push it back.
I had tasted my own cum before, any guy who says he hasn't
even once, is probably lying. I didn't really care for the taste of it, and
before this moment, the thought of having a mouthful of my own cum would have
been a turn off. But, what was happening now with Melissa, this was hot. We
kissed with passion, sharing my cum back and forth. Little by little, as we
each swallowed saliva, the cum was swallowed too.
This act seemed almost dirty, and maybe it was because of
that, and because I enjoyed it so much, that I found that it was a real turn
on.
I broke off the kiss and caught my breath. I caressed her
cheeks and gave her a short kiss on the lips.
"That was amazing." I whispered.
I could feel her smile under my hands. "I'm glad."
She seemed to frown a little bit. "I was afraid you wouldn't like that
last part."
I kissed her softly again. "Melissa, you can do
anything you want to me, and I'll love it because it's you doing it."
"I'll remember that." She said mischievously.
"I love you."
"I love you." She whispered back.
I was musing that my statement about 'anything she wants'
might come back and bite me in the ass one day, when I felt her hand wrap
around my cock again. I was still very hard, and the high sensitivity that
comes right after an orgasm has passed. I sighed, as she gave my cock a little
squeeze.
She leaned in close and whispered into my ear. "I need
you inside of me."
She did not have to ask twice.
I rolled her onto her back, and climbed between her legs. I
slid my hands down her chest and belly, straight down to her very wet pussy.
She squirmed as I ran my fingers along either side her slit. I grabbed my cock,
and guided myself in. I had just the tip inside, when her legs came up around
me and pulled hard. In one swift movement, my cock was buried to the base. We
both let out a grunt of pleasure.
I laid my chest down onto hers, and we kissed.
After just a few seconds, she broke off the kiss and
whispered into my ear. "Fuck me."
I started slowly, pulling out until just my head was inside
her, then sliding myself back in. Every couple of strokes, I did it a little
faster. Every time I reached full penetration, the lower part of my abdomen,
just above my cock, would press against her, and she would give out a little
moan.
"Faster." She whispered, wrapping her arms around
my back, and burying her face against my neck.
I obliged, and soon was slamming my cock into her, as deep
and hard and fast as I could. With each thrust, our bodies met with a wet
slapping sound.
I was almost afraid that I was hurting her until she
whispered. "Yes! Don't stop!"
Having cum so recently, I was nowhere near cumming again so
soon. I could feel it building though.
Melissa, however, was very close. As I continued to pound
deep into her, her breathing became more ragged, and her arms gripped me
tighter. I felt it when she came, her vagina pulsed tightly around my cock, and
her whole body shuddered as the waves of her orgasm washed through her.
I had slowed my thrusting when she came, but I hadn't
stopped. We kissed, and she moaned into my mouth as I continued to slide slowly
in and out of her.
She ran her fingers through my shaggy hair, and down my
back. Every time I pulled my hips back, she would inhale, then I would slide
deep inside, and she would exhale with a moan. As I relentlessly continued at a
slow pace, her moans slowly became louder.
The feeling of making her cum had brought me closer to my
own orgasm, and now as she was building up to another one, I could feel myself
getting very close.
I tried to hold out as long as I could, to keep her in this
state of bliss for a little while longer, but it was no use. With one last deep
thrust, I came, filling her with my seed once again. Gasping, Melissa came, the
sensation of my cum spurting inside her having pushed her over the edge once
again.
We kissed deeply, then both of us had to stop as we tried to
catch our breath. We were so joyous in our mutual ecstasy, that we were
giggling. We caressed each other's faces, and showered each other in kisses.
I realized that it wasn't pitch black darkness anymore, the
first faint hint of morning sunlight was enough that I could see the outline of
her face. "So much for getting much sleep tonight."
"Sleep is over rated." Melissa kissed me softly,
and ran a finger along my jaw. "Besides, I needed as much of you as I
could get before..."
I completed her sentence. "Before we have to say
goodbye."
She nodded slowly, then asked a moment later. "Can we
really make this work?"
"I said earlier, that life without you is not an
option. I meant that."
She was quiet for another moment, then whispered. "I'm
scared."
"Of getting caught?" I asked.
"Of losing you. If other girls find out how amazing you
are, I won't stand a chance."
I gently held her face between my hands, and with the aid of
the growing predawn light I looked her in the eyes. "You're smart, you're
gorgeous, you're funny, and I have more in common with you than with anyone
else I've ever met. You make my heart flutter with a glance. You know me better
than anyone. Being with you makes me feel complete, in a way I didn't know was
possible. I am yours, in all ways, forever."
Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were tears of joy.
"I love you." She said, and kissed me softly
before hugging me tight.
"I love you." I replied, then added. "And you
make me cum really hard."
We both laughed as quietly as we could.
Chapter Nine.
We had stayed in each other's arms for as long as we thought
we could get away with, but decided that we should make sure that we were up
and about before anyone would have the chance to see both of us leave my tent.
We each attended to our morning needs, and were soon at the
fire pit, where I skillfully started a small fire. The morning air was very
cold, and frost covered the ground. Melissa smiled at me as I sat on the bench
next to her. Her smile warmed me inside more than the fire ever could.
"You have a cell phone, don't you?" She asked.
"Yeah." I replied. I had left it in my truck all
weekend. Any really important calls would have come from people who were here
with me, so I didn't see the point of carrying it around.
"Go get it."
I did, and when I returned to the bench, I set it into her
outstretched hand. She entered in a new contact, and handed it back.
"That's my home phone number. I don't have a cell phone yet."
I looked at the contact, labeled simply 'Melissa' with a 218
area code phone number. Despite it being in my phone, I committed myself to
memorizing the number.
"I should probably get one." She added. "I
never had the money before. Then I did have the money, it didn't seem all that
important."
"I hardly ever use mine. Mostly, it's just for
emergencies, like my mom checking up on me to see why I'm late for
dinner."
As we laughed, I saw my Mark, one of my older brothers,
coming up the trail that led from the cabin down to Pelican lake. He had his
arms full of tackle boxes and fishing rods, which he brought to his pickup. He lit
up a smoke as he walked over to us.
"Morning, kids." He said, tossing a spent match
into the fire.
Mark was older than me, but not that much older.
"Good morning." Melissa replied sweetly.
"I need your help today, Chuck." He said, using a
version of my name that he knew I didn't like, as he almost always did. "I
gotta pull Lilly and John's camper home for them, so you have to take the
boat."
Lilly and John were my sister and her husband. They owned a
big fancy tow-behind camper, but didn't own anything that could tow it, instead
relying on one of us to drag it up here in the spring, and back down in the
fall, so it was no surprise that I was expected to use my truck to tow
something back home.
"Alright. When do you want to bring the boat to the
landing?" I asked.
"I wanna get home early today, so like, now." He
turned and started back towards the path to the lake.
"Can't I at least have breakfast first?" I called
after him.
"Don't make me wait." He called back.
I looked at Melissa with a grimace. "Well, shit. Guess
I better get moving."
"I'll be here when you get back." She said with a
smile.
I was about to lean over and give her a kiss, but thought
better of it. Getting up, I hitched the boat trailer to my truck, and started
the drive into Breezy Point, where the boat launch was.
When I pulled into the boat landing, I could see Mark in the
fishing boat, slowing down as he piloted it closer to shore. I hurried and got
the trailer backed into the water, just in time for Mark to send the boat
coasting up into place. I got out and attached the winch line to the bow of the
boat, giving the crank a few turns to draw it snug to the front. Mark grabbed a
few last loose items from the boat and hopped out. We got into my truck at the
same time, slamming the doors in unison.
"Smooth." He said, offering me a fist bump, which
I returned with a grin. He lit a smoke, and said. "Let's roll."
I pulled out of the boat launch, and headed back towards the
cabin. After about a minute of driving, I noticed that Mark was looking at me
kinda strange. "What?" I asked.
Mark actually looked a little uncomfortable. "So I, uh,
know about you and Melissa."
My heart sank. I didn't look at him, just kept driving.
"I was up super early, and I heard you two going at
it."
People were going to find out eventually, Melissa had said
as much, but so soon? I felt like bursting into tears. "Mark, please don't
tell mom and dad!"
"Hey!" He said defensively. "I ain't a
snitch."
"What do you want then?" I pleaded.
"I just" He stopped what he was about to say and
looked at me intently. "This thing between you two, it's more than just
sex isn't it?"
I nodded my head. "Much more."
He took a drag off his smoke and looked out the window.
"I don't want anything. You're my brother, I'll keep my mouth shut. Just.
Be more careful, man. If dad knew, he would freak the fuck out, and if mom
found out, she'd cry for a week, and then I'd have to kick your ass."
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Mark had
always been kind of a bully to me, as older brothers always were. He could be
mean at times, but he was never sadistic, and I knew that deep down, he loved
me.
Mark smacked my shoulder with the back of his hand.
"Hey, I'm actually pretty happy for you. She's a wonderful girl."
Another drag off the cigarette. "So is it like, serious
serious?"
This conversation was going way better than I feared it
would, and my relief almost made me dizzy. "Yeah. We have a connection
that neither of us thought was possible. We really do love each other."
"That's cool, man. Good for you. Should've seen it
coming though, you two were always joined at the hip." He cackled at his
joke, and I couldn't help but join him.
"So, you aren't grossed out that she's my cousin?"
"She's your second cousin. That's barely
related." He tossed his cigarette butt out the window, then grinned at me.
"My little bro is a man now. Gonna have to start calling you
Charles."
Chapter Ten.
It was getting to be mid-afternoon, and slowly the cabin
yard was emptying out, with everyone packing up their things and saying their
goodbyes. Melissa and I had spent the day just relaxing, lounging on camp
chairs, and chatting about nothing in particular with whoever was around. The
only things that might have given away our secret, were the occasional unwarranted
smile, and the fact that we never strayed very far apart from each other.
Which, I guess, actually was pretty normal behavior for the two of us.
"I think we should take down our tents." I said.
"Yeah." Melissa reluctantly agreed.
We had both been putting this task off, because it meant
that 'the goodbye' was soon to follow.
We collapsed our tents. Then we were both working on rolling
them up and stuffing them into their bags. I looked around to see if anyone was
nearby. The only people I could see were my parents, both engrossed in books by
the fire pit. I moved over and sat on the ground near Melissa. We hadn't had a
chance to talk privately all day until now.
"I had an interesting chat with my brother this
morning."
Melissa looked at me curiously, sensing that this wasn't
going to be a conversation with a 'light' topic.
"He knows about us."
Her hands covered her mouth, and her eyes got wide and
fearful.
I put a calming hand on her arm. "Hey, hey, don't
worry. He approves."
She took her hands away from her face, but she still looked
fearful. "Really?"
"Yeah." I said reassuringly. "He's actually
happy for us."
"He doesn't have a problem with, you know," She
gestured back and forth between us. "Cousins?"
I shook my head. "It didn't seem to matter at all to
him."
"We need to be more careful." She said, somewhat
relieved, but still worried.
"He told me that too."
"Wait, how did he find out?" Melissa asked.
I scratched the back of my neck, and grimaced. "He said
that he... heard us... this morning."
"Heard us what... Oh. Oh my god." She said, her
face instantly flushing red as she made the realization.
"Yeah, so maybe no more sex when there's anyone close
enough to overhear."
She laughed, but still looked slightly horrified.
"Yeah, that's a good idea." She glanced over to my parents, who were
now packing things into their car, much too far away to be listening in. She
looked back at me, with a familiar gleam in her eye. "Despite how much I
want you to fuck my brains out right now."
I gazed at her lovingly. I wanted to strip off her clothes
and take her right here on the grass and dried leaves. But of course, the
situation demanded that I remain content to merely be in her presence.
Seemingly on-cue, My dad approached.
"We're all packed and the cabin is locked. Did you have
a good weekend, Melissa?"
She smiled up at him. "It was wonderful. I really
missed being here, thanks for having me."
"You're always welcome." Then my dad turned to me,
and dashed any hopes of staying behind for a while with Melissa after my parents
left. "Nobody's used that boat trailer since spring, I'll follow you home
just in case there's any trouble."
"Okay." I said, trying my best not to sound
disappointed.
"As soon as your mother is ready, we'll go." As he
turned to go, he paused and said. "We really do enjoy your company,
Melissa. It's a shame what happened. If there's ever anything you need, all you
have to do is ask."
Melissa gave him a very sweet heartfelt smile.
"Thanks."
He nodded, and headed toward his car.
"Well, it was really great seeing you again." I
said to Melissa, knowing that my dad was probably still within earshot.
Catching on immediately to the little show we needed to put
on, she responded. "I'll have to try and come back next summer, I really
love this place."
I stood, and picked up my tent and backpack, holding them in
front of my body to conceal an inconvenient bulge. "I'll probably be
here."
I looked in her eyes, and saw what she couldn't say, that
she loved me, and it hurt to have to say goodbye, and there was no way in hell
she was going to wait until next summer to see me again.
"Cool." She said, picking up her own things.
We carried our stuff to our vehicles, and I did a last walk
around inspection of the boat and trailer. My mom and dad were in their car,
waiting.
Melissa walked up as I was getting ready to get in my truck.
She gave me a quick, cousin-appropriate, hug. Before she let go, she whispered.
"Call me when you get home."
She flashed me a smile as she got into her car, and was the
first of us to leave the cabin yard. I followed her, and my parents followed
me. Melissa turned right at the end of the driveway, towards the road that
would lead her home to Duluth.
I looked in the rear view mirror, over the roof of my dad's
car. The cabin looked lonely, as I always thought it did when everyone left. It
would wait, nestled there among the towering pines and oaks, and elms, for
people to return and give its existence meaning again. It would wait, patiently
yearning, for joy and love to once again make itself whole.
To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts, for Literotica.