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Holidays With Cousin Liz: Part 1

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Holidays With Cousin Liz: Part 1.
Cousins reconnect over the winter holidays.

Based on a post by storyteller 19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



I was driving back from Boise, to be with family for Christmas. That

semester had been my most challenging yet. I was exhausted and ready for some
time relaxing with my family. We usually had the holidays at my grandparents'
house in Boulder, Colorado. Being raised in the Arizona desert, I wasn't used
to driving in the snow, so the last one hundred miles were slow going for me.
It didn't help that it had started to snow again, adding even more snow to the
roads. Initially, I planned to get to the family party hours early, but now I
would be lucky if I got there before dinner. It was supposed to be less than a
12 hour drive, but that doesn't take in the factors of road conditions and
holiday traffic.

The snow kept falling, but I managed to make it to the house just ahead of

the snowstorm's main bulk. It seemed like everyone was there already from all
the cars parked in front of the house. I got out of my car shivering. My jacket
barely reduced the cutting chill from icy cold wind. I walked awkwardly to the
trunk and pulled out the gifts that I had for gotten. No matter how many times
I was in the snow, which wasn't often, I doubted I would ever get used to it.
When I was at the door, I took a deep breath. I regretted it immediately
because of the frigid air. I quickly opened the door.

I was hit by an immediate warmth and brightness as I stepped inside.

"Let me help you with that cousin," a silky-smooth voice said to me
as I walked in. My cousin Liz walked towards me from the mini sitting area that
overlooked the front yard. Just looking at her filled me with warmth. Liz was
the cousin that I was the closest to. We were both the only child in our
immediate family. Since we were nearly the same age, we had been inseparable at
family events, basically since we were born.

Liz helped me put my presents under the large Christmas tree near where she

had been sitting. As soon as I put the gifts down, she threw her arms around me
in a tight hug. I squeezed her back. Out of my family, she had been the one I
was looking forward the most to seeing. I hadn't seen her in person in a year,
as we had both missed the thanksgiving get-together, this year. We texted
infrequently and were friends on Facebook, but she rarely used it.

"You look great," I told her. She had her blonde hair in a cute

pixie cut, and it was dyed several bright colors going down to the tips. She
was wearing a black jacket with a black dress under. Her ears were heavily
pierced, and she had a single stud in her nose. Her parents were the extreme
religious ones in the family, so they had seemed to stifle Liz her whole life
with their beliefs. The moment Liz could, she got out of their household and
moved in with some friends.

"You're looking great too," Liz said, squeezing my broad shoulders

as she pulled away from my hug. I felt my body go warm at her compliment. Liz
kept her hand on my shoulders and started to guide me towards the kitchen where
most of the family had gathered. "Come on, everyone's been dying to talk
to Chris, the golden boy." I felt a little guilty at that, but I knew that
Liz didn't mean that as an insult. She was the black sheep, and I was the
golden boy.

My family were happy to see me, and everyone wanted to spend the entire

evening catching up. I enjoyed spending time with them, but it was Liz who I
really wanted to catch up with. She spent a lot of the night around me, often
raising an eyebrow or giving me a deadpan look when one of my family said
something that they shouldn't have.

Liz sat next to me at the dinner table, and I finally got some time to talk

to her. I tried to ask her about herself, but she seemed to avoid talking about
herself and gave me vague answers. We had always been close, so I started to
feel confused by this, wondering if maybe in the last year we had finally grown
apart. I began to get the hint and stopped bugging her about her personal life.
We talked about other things, mostly books and TV shows that we had a shared
interest in. Still, it seemed superficial compared to our usual winding
conversations that had no limits.

Taboo Topics.

After dinner, we found ourselves hanging out in the garage. Liz was smoking

a cigarette, blowing the smoke through a cracked door that lead to the side of
the backyard. This was always the place we would run off to when we wanted to
escape the rest of the family. We were doing what we always did, teasing each
other.

"Come on, you were the one who used to have a crush on me when we were

kids," Liz said. That was something that I doubted she was ever going to
let me forget about.

"Hey, if I remember correctly, you were the one who always wanted to

play house and insisted on being husband and wife," I said.

"Only so I could kick your lazy ass out when you burned dinner or

didn't wash the dishes."

"The food was plastic, and we didn't have running water in our

playhouse. You didn't have to make me literally sleep in the doghouse!" I
said. That was before we had a firm grasp that it was a saying and not literal.

"Yes, I did," She said, leaning towards me.

I leaned forward. "Why?"

"Because it was funny," Liz said. We were leaning so close

together, and we both became quiet, which was rare for Liz once she started
teasing me. I looked into her beautiful eyes, thinking thoughts that I had been
suppressing for years. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore. I thought the
year away from her would be enough for me finally to get over my crush on my
cousin, but instead, that absence seemed to make those feelings even stronger.
I looked up, and my eyes went wide at what I saw nailed above us.

Liz looked up and saw what I was looking at. "Mistletoe," Liz said

and looked back into my eyes. The part of my brain that held my impulses in
check must have been frozen from the cold weather. There was the briefest
hesitation, and then we kissed. We wrapped our arms around each other, and the
kiss deepened. This is it. It's finally happening. I was surprised by
how right something that was supposed to be wrong felt.

Now that my urges were finally free, I slid my hand down her back and

squeezed her ass through her dress. Liz let out a surprised little moan at
that, and she jumped away from my hand and against me. When she settled back
down, I started to massage her ass. She moaned and leaned her head back against
the wall while arching her lower body towards me and pressing her pelvis into
mine.

I kissed down her chin and started to kiss her pale neck. With each kiss,

she let out tiny little exhales that were both cute and sexy. When I reached
the hollow of her neck, I sucked hard. Liz moaned louder this time and ground
her snatch into me. I kissed across the front of her neck and repeated the same
thing on the other side with the same result.

With a finger on my chin, she guided my lips back up to hers. Her succulent

lips felt better than I could have ever imagined. Liz lowered a hand down my
chest. I thought she was just going to rub my chest, but her hand kept on going
lower. I had only a few seconds to realize what she was doing when she grasped
my erection through my jeans and rubbed it. I faltered in kissing her because
of the unexpected touch. Liz used my distraction to suck on my lip. It all felt
so good, and I didn't want it to end. No sooner than when I thought that then I
heard one of our family members approaching. We pulled apart quickly and caught
our breath as our grandma walked into the garage to get something out of the
fridge in there. She said one of our uncles was leaving for the night and for
us to say goodbye.

"Okay grandma, we will be right there," Liz said. Our grandma

left. Liz rested her head on my shoulder, and I held her lightly as we calmed
down. Once calmed down, Liz pulled back. Liz looked like she was about to say
something but stopped. "Come on, let's go say good night." She didn't
seem her usual confident self. I didn't blame her, what we just did had crossed
a line that we shouldn't have, but she didn't seem to be upset at what just
happened. As I followed her inside, I noticed more sway to her stride that drew
attention to her ass.

We walked back in and said goodbye to the first of the family to leave. It

seemed like that was the cue for others to go because the others started to
follow suit. Some of my family stayed at my grandparents' house, while the rest
stayed at a nearby hotel. To keep it fair, my grandparents switched out every
year who got to stay at their home. My family branch were the lucky ones who
got to stay at my grandparents' house that year.

Within a couple of hours, the only ones left at the house were my family and

Liz's. They finally decided to leave for the night and told Liz that it was
time to go now, interrupting her when she was in the middle of a conversation
with me. Liz gave me a look and rolled her eyes. "I will be right
back."

When Liz came back, she told me how her family was leaving and then just

stayed with me. "Aren't you going to leave with them?" I asked,
confused.

"No, I think I am going to stay here and hang out with my favorite

cousin."

"Okay, cool," I said and smiled. I had been afraid that maybe she

was freaked out by our kiss and would want to get away from me as soon as
possible.

"But you have to give me a ride to the hotel later," Liz added.

I did my best to keep my groan inward. After the drive I had, I didn't want

to drive again for as long as possible, but if it was for Liz, then I would.
"Okay."

Liz and I sat in the downstairs living room on a wide loveseat, near the

fireplace; as we continued to talk and reconnect after a year apart. She was
still elusive when I asked her what she did for work. "It's just some dumb
job that I don't like to think about. "So, Do the girls put out more in
college?" she asked.

"What?" I asked, even though I had heard her. I got flustered as I

tried to answer.

Liz laughed. "Relax, I was just joking."

Around nine my grandparents said goodnight and went upstairs to their

bedroom. My parents went up to bed a little later, leaving just Liz and me
sitting downstairs alone.

Liz asked me again about my dating life. "I don't really know. I am too

busy with schoolwork and football. It doesn't really leave me much room for
dating," I said.

"But I bet girls are throwing themselves at you," Liz said.

I thought about lying to her, but we had always told each other everything.

"Yeah, there have been some girls that I have hooked up with that I met at
parties, but dating never works out, since I am so busy."

Liz leaned forward, pressing her hands on my thigh. "Why don't you tell

me about one of those times," Liz said.

"What; You mean,"

"Tell me about one of the last times that you hooked up with a

girl," Liz said. Her voice became sultry. I hesitated. "Come on, we
used to tell each other everything. I told you about what a train wreck the
first time I tried to give a guy a blowjob." Liz was right. We used to
tell each other everything that happened in our love and sex lives. It was one
of the things that had lent so much concrete imagery to my fantasies about being
with Liz.

"Wasn't that when his pubes got stuck in your braces?" I asked.

Liz took her hand off my thigh and hit me on the chest. "At least I

didn't come instantly the first time a girl touched me between my legs."

"Hey, that happens to a lot of people," I said, no longer enjoying

this once I realized that if I wanted to go to war with her on this, that I had
probably provided her with more than enough ammunition to take me down.

"See. We used to tell each other everything, the good and the bad. I

miss that." Liz took my hand and squeezed it. I had been thinking about it
as well. "Okay," I said. "I went to one of the fraternity houses
parties last year a few nights after we lost our chance of making it to the
championship."

"The match against the Aztecs?" Liz asked.

"Yes, I am surprised you know that." Sports was never something we

talked about.

"I follow some college football and watched some games. Mostly because

number 48 has such a cute ass," Liz said.

I couldn't help but go red in the face at her compliment. "Yeah, that

game. I was upset that we had lost, so the party was a great way to blow off
steam, and I was drinking a bit more than I usually did."

Liz laughed but didn't say what I knew she wanted to say. Those who knew me,

knew that I couldn't hold my alcohol.

Chris and the Sorority Girl.

"I was messing around on the dance floor, and there was this beautiful

girl out of nowhere dancing right up against me. I hadn't gotten much action
for a bit since I was so busy, so when a hot girl started to grind against me,
I didn't question it and grinded back." Liz's hand went back to my thigh
and gently rubbed it as I told my story.

"What happened next?"

"The songs that kept on coming up were high energy ones, and we working

up a sweat as we danced together. She would press herself right up against my
erection and grind back into it, or work her hand down in between us, and she
would grab and rub my shaft." Liz started to rub my thigh even harder.
"I had my hands on her hips, and she grabbed them and guided them to where
I wanted to touch the whole time, Down to her ass which was barely contained in
the shorts she was wearing, up to her tits, she wasn't wearing a bra, and then
back down, only this time she pressed my hand to the front of her shorts, and I
could feel how warm she was and how her wetness was starting to soak
through."

Liz's hand inched closer towards my cock, but stopped just a couple inches

short. "I will be right back," she said and got up, just when things
were getting good.

Liz came back a couple of minutes later and was holding her AirPods in her

hands. "Here," She said, handing me one.

"What?" I asked. Liz didn't answer; she just put her AirPod in.

Liz had picked an EDM, electronic dance music song. Before I could ask her what
she was doing, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. I stood up, and
she guided me up over to the center of the room. "Dance," Liz told
me. Since I hadn't had much more than a couple of glasses of wine that night
with the family, I was far from being drunk enough to dance without inhibitions,
but I decided to indulge her and started to try and dance to the music. A
moment later, Liz began to grind her ass against me. She turned around and
looked me in the eye as she ran her hands down my broad chest and pressed her
body against me.

Re-enacting A Dance Scene.

I realized that she was enacting my story with me. I danced with Liz,

enjoying the songs that she was playing and how she moved her body. I kept my
eyes on her, taking in every movement. She moved so perfectly, I wondered when
she got so good at dancing. Liz used to be so uncoordinated back when we were
kids. She reached down between us. She ran her fingers along my erection,
squeezing gently as she did.

When on the fourth or fifth song, the high beats per minute songs switched

to something a bit slower, and we danced more sensually against each other. Liz
guided my hands from her hips down to her ass. I squeezed. It felt as if there
was no barrier between her ass and my hands with how soft the material was. I
pulled her short dress up and was surprised when I didn't feel any panties on
her. I felt her panty line when I had been lowering my hands, So I realized
that she must have been wearing a thong. Liz's ass felt so soft and toned, she
had always been skinny growing up, but now she seemed to have put on some
layers of lean muscle.

Liz let me play with her ass for an entire song while she rubbed my erection

through my jeans. At the start of the next song, Liz grabbed one of my hands
and to pulled it up and around to her front. I knew where she was taking my
hand, and I tried to rush my touch along. She set the pace and made me slow
down my approach to her tits. When she finally let me put my hand over one of
her tits, I started to paw at it roughly in excitement but managed to get a
hold of myself and begin to fondle them a bit more gently.

As I enjoyed the feel of her tits and ass in my hands, I thought for a

moment how this couldn't get any better. I was pleasantly wrong. When the next
song started, Liz grabbed my hand from touching her ass. I found my hand
pressing against her snatch through her thin dress. Warmth radiated from her
cunt as she pressed her body into me. I rubbed at her cunt, and she rubbed my
cock up and down, jerking me off through my pants. She began to kiss up my
neck, alternating from licking gently to sucking hard. The drop in the song
happened, and Liz pulled me down and kissed me deeply. As we made out while
dancing, she started to grind against my erection. I felt amazing, but I knew
that it was only a small sample of the pleasure she could give me.

"What happened next?" Liz asked me after kissing me deeply again.

"She grabbed my hand and led me to one of the empty bedrooms," I

said.

That's when Liz grabbed my hand and led me to the guest bedroom, locking the

door behind us. It was the only bedroom on the ground level of the house.
"She pushed me down onto the bed." Liz did so. "And then she
took off my pants, and before I had time to even think, she had my cock in her
mouth and started to blow me." I didn't know if Liz would keep up with
following along with the story I was telling, but if she did, then I was going
to be glad that I had chosen this one. I wondered if she would do this. Making
out and grinding against your cousin was one thing, but a blowjob was crossing
even further past that line that I had been staring at for years.

Liz reached down and started to undo my pants. I couldn't believe this was

really happening when she got my belt open and pulled my pants and boxers down.
I raised my hips to make it easier. For a moment, I thought that this might all
be for a prank. Liz had been teasing me for years. She had gone through some
great lengths in the past to embarrass me. I knew this was a paranoid thought,
but it held for a moment. My erection sprung free, close to Liz's mouth as she
continued to pull my pants down. She looked down at my cock for a moment. This
would be the time for her to stop before we did something that we maybe
shouldn't. I wasn't going to voice any complaints, it had all felt so good and
right so far, but if she was too scared to take things even further, then I
wouldn't blame her.

Liz leaned down and kissed the tip of my erection. She swirled her tongue

around the top of my erection and then started to take me into her mouth. I let
out a moan as she made it halfway down my cock and continued to take it all the
way in. Liz was beautiful, and the added taboo of my cousin sucking my cock
made it look and feel even better. I watched intently as Liz took my entire seven
inches into her mouth. When she got to the end, she deepthroated my cock
without even pausing. I moaned again. Liz slowly pulled her mouth back off it.
Once back up to the top, Liz sucked deeply on my cock head, her cheeks
hollowing inwards.

Liz effortlessly sucked on my cock. This was the best blowjob I had ever

had. She was not only skilled at doing this, but she also did it eagerly. Liz
licked from the bottom to top, using her tongue piercing to trace a path up
along my shaft. I shivered as she pressed the metal up along my shaft. I had
always had fantasies of having a girl with a tongue piercing blow me. Liz made
it to the top of my shaft and twirled her tongue around my cock again, holding
eye contact with me as she did it. She then licked at the sensitive part at the
bottom of my cock head. The alternating feeling of her soft, warm tongue and
the smoothness of the metal there made me moan again, louder this time.
"Quiet," Liz scolded me, but I could tell in her voice that she was
happy that she could cause me to have such a reaction.

Liz blew me to the frantic beat of the song we were listening to. It all

felt and looked so good. I was getting close to cumming, but I tried to hold
back. Liz started to massage my balls with one hand, jerking me off with

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