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
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
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
"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
"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
"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.
"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
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
"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
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
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,
"No, I think I am going to stay here and hang out with my favorite
"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
"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.
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
"What?" I asked, even though I had heard her. I got flustered as I
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
"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.
"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
"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
"The match against the Aztecs?" Liz asked.
"Yes, I am surprised you know that." Sports was never something we
"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.
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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 the
other. She bobbed her head and moved her hand in one motion, touching most of
my cock at once. When she would stroke downward, she would let go with all but
her thumb and forefinger so that she could still take nearly all of me into her
mouth, and then in her upward motion would add back the fingers as she jerked
me off.
Lips of Liz.
"Liz, I'm getting close," I groaned. Liz redoubled
her efforts at blowing me and somehow managed to blow me even better than
before. A minute was all I could last with this increased stimulation, and I
grunted that I was about to cum. Liz blew me even harder and took me back into
her throat. The soft pressure was too much, and I started to cum. I shot my
first couple of loads right into her throat. Liz swallowed a couple of times,
something that felt amazing with me still in her throat. She pulled back a
little so the last couple of loads filled her mouth. Liz continued to blow me
while milking the last of my cum up and out before swallowing one last time.
"So, how was that, compared to the girl in your story?" Liz asked
as she wiped off her mouth.
"That was the best blow job I ever had," I said. I was still
feeling such strong bliss that I was unable to not tell the truth. I only hoped
me saying that wouldn't get to her head. Liz pulled her dress over her head.
She was wearing a matching lacey black bra and panties. The black lingerie
looked great against her pale skin. She climbed on top of me, and we started to
make out. I began to play with her tits through her bra. Liz reached back and
unclipped it so that it fell off under my touch. I continued to play with her
perky tits, amazed finally to be touching them directly. I played with her
nipples and her nipple piercings, gently pulling on them. Liz moaned into our
Liz broke off the kiss and straightened up over my mouth, bringing her tits
in closer. I leaned up and latched onto one of her nipples. She moaned loudly
and pulled my head against her tits. I sucked harder. Liz held my head against
her tit, and I opened my mouth, sucking most of her perky tit into my mouth. I
could feel the heat and wetness from her sex as she straddled against my chest.
I switched over to her other nipple, sucking hard on it. Liz started to grind
her cunt into my chest as I continued to suck hard on her tits. I swirled my
tongue around her nipple, and she moaned loudly.
I told Liz that she needed to be quiet, and she answered me by pushing me
back down so that I was lying on my back. She climbed over the top of me until
her snatch, in all its glory, was spread out above me. As she lowered, I
eagerly leaned up and stuck my tongue in between her lips. I alternated between
licking along her outer lips and slipping my tongue inside of her. Even her
snatch tasted better than any other girl who I had gone down on before. I
flicked my tongue up and along her clit after a couple of minutes of ignoring
it on purpose. Liz's entire body shook when I finally licked it, and she
pressed her snatch down onto my mouth. Each additional lick caused her a mini
As I ate her out, Liz started to grind her snatch down onto my mouth, timing
her movements against my licks so that there would be the most amount of
contact between us. She to pressed her snatch down onto my mouth for increasing
amounts of time, making it hard to breathe sometimes, but I loved having her
snatch right up against my mouth. As she rode my face, I was able to stick my
tongue even deeper inside of her. It seemed like the deeper my tongue went, the
better her snatch tasted.
Reluctantly, I pulled back to catch my breath. When I went to lick her clit,
she was rubbing it. I pushed my tongue deep inside of her. I did my best to
take my time and focus on how Liz responded to what I did. I wanted to make Liz
cum, but I knew that this wouldn't feel good for her if I tried to rush it. She
seemed to like it when I would lick along the top of her snatch, licking her
clit when she moved her fingers away to let me have access to it.
As her orgasm approached, I did something that I knew would surprise her.
When I pulled my tongue out of her, I shifted down a little and flicked my
tongue along her anus. It was a good thing that Liz had her face pushed down
onto the pillow because when I flicked my tongue across it, she moaned loudly
into the bedding. I licked along the edge of her anus, and she moaned again. I
worked my tongue closer from the edge. When I finally pressed my tongue against
the center, she shivered. I reached up and started to rub along her anus with
my fingers while I went back to licking her cunt. I began to rub her rosebud
right at the center and then pressed my finger inside of her.
When I worked the tip of my finger inside of her, she froze up. I was afraid
that I had overstepped in doing this to her. I started to pull my finger back
out of her. "No, leave it in," Liz said, so I did. Liz began to hump
again against my face. She moved slower as she pushed my finger slowly in and
out of her ass. Liz built back up to speed, my finger working its way in and
out of her. She must have done anal before because she seemed to get used to my
finger inside of her quickly.
Liz built back up to her orgasm and started to grind against my mouth and
finger even harder. She let out a loud muffled moan, and then she shook on top
of me as she came. She pressed her cunt against my mouth and her ass clenched
around my finger. Liz let out one last moan, and then she went limp on top of
Liz climbed off it and under the blankets. I didn't know what to do when she
called me to join her in bed. Once I was under the covers, she pressed her
naked body against me. I was grateful for her body warmth; this room was always
coldest in the house. Sleep came easily to me with Liz in my arms.
Christmas Morning.
I woke up at five in the morning on Christmas Day, feeling incredibly warm.
I wondered where the source of the warmth was coming from. As I moved my hand,
I felt the suppleness of a tit. The memories of last night came flooding back. I
was in bed with my cousin Liz! I knew that I should get up soon before
anyone else in the house woke up and discovered Liz in bed with me. The door
was locked, but if we emerged from a locked room together, that would look
strange. I kept telling myself to get up and go lay on the couch, but then I
would tell myself that another five minutes wouldn't hurt. Liz's naked and warm
body pressed against me just felt too good. I had forgotten that Liz was a
snorer, which I thought was cute but would be making fun of her for later.
Finally, when it was close to six, I forced myself to get up. I grabbed a
blanket from out of the closet and a pillow from the bed. It was a delicate
maneuver since Liz was somehow on every pillow at once. After I managed to pull
one pillow out from under her arm, I looked down on Liz's beautiful naked body;
she had kicked off the covers as I went to grab a pillow. She wasn't covered in
tattoos yet, but the ones she did have, looked cool and accented her pale,
beautiful body. I pulled the blanket back over her and kissed her on her
forehead. Her brow lost its furrow, she smiled, and stopped stirring in her
sleep. I got dressed and went back to the living room with the fireplace. The
couch was so plush that I fell asleep quickly.
The smell of bacon frying and the sound of cooking in the kitchen woke me
up. I wanted to get up and investigate, but it was so warm under the blanket. I
decided to wait to get up until breakfast was fully ready. I felt someone
standing over me, and then a moment later, I was being poked in the ribs.
"Wake up sleepy head, breakfast is almost ready, and the whole family is
I rolled out from the blanket and looked up. Liz was wearing a pink apron
with white frills on the edges that contrasted with her black band t-shirt and
ripped jeans that she knew drove her parents crazy. "Nice apron."
"Are you sure you want to make fun of the person who is going to be
serving your food?" Liz asked.
"Point taken. It looks good on you."
"Sure," Liz said and walked back towards the kitchen. I watched
her walk, admiring the sway of her hips and the way her jeans clung to her ass.
When Liz was nearly back into the kitchen, she looked around and caught me
checking her out. She smiled at me, and then she was in the kitchen and then
out of sight behind a counter. I had been worried that maybe things would be
weird between us after what had happened between us the night before, but
things seemed to be okay. I felt a weight lifted from inside as I realized what
happened wouldn't drive a wedge between Liz and me. I folded up my blanket and
returned it and the pillow back where they came from. Liz had left the bed
unmade. I shook my head at her and made the bed back up, which was a struggle
with how much she had kicked the blankets and under sheet around during the
night. Once the bed was made, I used the restroom and walked into the kitchen.
My entire family was there, seated at the small table or on the barstool
chairs, drinking coffee or orange juice. "It's about time you are up. You
never sleep in," my mom said, handing me a glass of orange juice.
"It's my fault. I kept him up late last night catching up and
"That's why you didn't come back to your hotel room last night?"
"Yeah, it got too late for Christo take me home, so he let me have the
guest room and slept on the couch," Liz said.
"We thought you went out," Liz's mom said. There was so much venom
in her voice as she said that, as if going out for a night on the town was one
of the vilest things she could imagine.
"Geeze, mom, it's not like I am going to go out and fuck some random
guy on Christmas Eve when I am in town to be with family. I spent all night
with Chris, so unless you think I fucked my cousin last night, then you have
nothing to worry about." The whole kitchen fell silent at this, and I nearly
spit out my orange juice at what Liz just said. I guess what she said was
technically true, we didn't have sex last night, but I still couldn't believe
that she said that to her mom. Liz's mom did what she did whenever she got
embarrassed by some vulgar thing Liz said, and she stormed away. Liz's dad gave
her a look and followed his wife. It wasn't a family get together if Liz's mom
didn't storm away at least once. It seemed good that the quota had been met so
early in the day because the rest of the family went right back to what they
When breakfast was ready, everyone grabbed a plate and went to the mountain
of breakfast food to load up their plates. Christmas breakfast wasn't as formal
as dinner, where we would all eat together in the dining room. The dining room
and kitchen were full, so we went out to the heated porch to eat.
"I still can't believe you said that to your mom," I said to Liz
"Hey, technically, it was the truth. I am tired of her constantly
trying to degrade me in front of the family just because I am not in college,
not because I need to get an education, but in her words, that's where I need
to be if I want to find a good man to settle down with. All she wants of me is
to be some housewife. Don't even get me started on all of the times she told me
I was going to be going to hell," Liz said exasperatedly.
"Yeah, technically it was the truth, but still crazy that you said
it," I said. I took a bite of perfectly crispy bacon.
"Relax, they wouldn't put something crazy like that past me doing, but
it's not like they are going to think bad of the family's golden boy," Liz
said. I hated whenever she called me that, and it usually would get to me
enough for me to call her something back, but I was in too good of a mood to let
her goad me into one of our usual arguments.
I started to talk lower and hated getting serious so suddenly, but I didn't
want to leave things vague between us. If I didn't ask, I would worry all day,
and I would rather face the issue than leave myself wondering about it all day.
"So, you don't regret anything about what happened last night?" I
Liz looked like she was about to say another joke, but she seemed to change
my mind when she saw how serious I was. "I don't have any regrets about
last night. I enjoyed it, and you did too. What is there to regret?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to make sure things are still okay between
"Don't worry , cuz, I think things are more than okay between us."
I nearly jumped when I felt Liz's hand on my thigh. Liz smiled at me, that same
smile that she gave me last night when she was about to blow me. Liz rubbed her
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I think you can figure it out," Liz said and pulled her hand
"Wait, did you just use my pants as a napkin?"
"Yep," Liz said as she grabbed our empty plates and got up to take
After breakfast, we did the gift exchange under the large fake Christmas
tree, like we always did. I thought it was a little weird that we still did
this tradition even though the youngest in the family were too old for it, but
no one so far had started to have kids yet. It was messed up, but most of my
family had thought Liz would be the first to have a kid, from my cousins and
me, most likely in high school, according to Liz's mom, but Liz seemed smart
and stubborn enough to not prove them right. I loved my family, but some of
them were really fucked up when it came to Liz. I always tried to be the
mediator and hold the family together when there were fights, but it took a lot
I had to admit that even though we were too old for some of these
traditions, I still enjoyed them, even if they were also annoying. I had to be
so much for so many people, back at school that it was nice to come home and
just focus on how my family saw me and on myself. The version of myself that my
family saw, was also tough to uphold, but it was sometimes the closest version
Family Memories on video.
After the present exchange, my grandparents got out the scrapbooks and home
movies and reminisced about past holidays and events. Liz sat next to me,
cramming me into the edge of the sofa. With so many of us in the living room
with the fireplace, all the seats were full. Other chairs had been carried over
from the kitchen. Liz was pressed right against me, her familiar warmth a
constant reminder of last night. As the trips down the well-traveled memory
lane were trodden down yet again, Liz initially tried to act like she was bored
and didn't care. Before long, she joined in the retelling of family events,
usually to defend herself when a story was brought up about something bad that
she had done. Still, I could tell that she enjoyed spending this time with her
family. Those conversations were some of the only times Liz and her mom talked
to each other without any malice, as they remembered their stories. I got a
warm feeling in my stomach from all of this. Some things had changed, but they
were still close enough for me to be able to slip back into the nostalgia.
Throughout the day, Liz would do little things to remind me of the previous
night. When it was just us or when no one was looking, Liz would whisper filthy
things into my ear and pat me on the ass or grab at my crotch. I would get red
in the face. Every time I tried to say something to her, another family member
would always pop up, so I would have to stop what I was about to say. I would
give Liz a look, telling her that I would say something later, but she would
just smile or shrug. She always seemed her happiest when she was messing with
We had Christmas dinner early. This time everyone sat together at the dining
room table. My grandparents said grace, and then we started to eat. I was
surprised that Liz and her mom managed to get along the whole day after their
argument in the morning. This second party was even better than the one the
night before. Everyone seemed to be in the holiday spirit. I wanted the day to
last forever, so of course, time flew by. Before I knew it, family members
started to go back to their hotels, and then everyone was off to bed again. Liz
chose to stay longer and hang out with me again.
We found ourselves on the couch again, watching TV together. We were
originally sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but the moment the last of
our family went up to go to bed, Liz scooted over and lay against me. Having
her be close again, and us finally be alone, made my heart thump wildly from
nerves. I wondered if anything was going to happen again between us, and if so,
what? I hadn't felt this nervous around a girl in years. I wrapped an arm
around her, and Liz snuggled up against me.
To be continued. Based on a post by storyteller 19, for Literotica.
Holidays With Cousin Liz: Part 2.
Liz has a present for Chris.
Based on a post by storyteller 19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
We watched TV together for an hour, mostly in silence, which was rare for
Liz, who loved to talk during TV and movies. Nearly the whole time, I was hard,
but as turned on as I was by having Liz close again, I also didn't want to try
and force things by starting something with her prematurely. It felt right to
be holding Liz, and I didn't want to rush things.
When it was nearly ten, Liz turned off the TV. She reached up and grabbed at
my face and gently caressed it. I looked down at her, and we looked into each
other's eyes. Her face was lit by the warm glow of the fireplace. She looked so
beautiful. I leaned in and we kissed each other, slowly and sensually. This
seemed so different from how she was last night, but not better or worse. Last
night, we acted like we satisfied a hunger after starving, but on that second
night together, we started out slower and more sweetly. We sat on the couch,
making out for nearly a half-hour. Liz broke the kiss, and we looked into each
other's eyes in the dimly lit room. Liz stood up and grabbed the fireplace
poker. she stirred the remnant pieces apart and the fire transformed to a red
glow. She adjusted the damper to a slight ventilation and put the tool away.
Turning to me, she smiled, then grabbed my hand. I got up and then she led me
Liz closed the door and locked it. She went back to kissing me, pressing me
against the wall. Once we were behind closed doors, she continued our liplock
while she swiftly unbuckled, unsnapped, and unzipped my jeans. Swiftly she
reached down into my bozers and quickly found my straining erection, and
started jerking me off. I kissed down Liz's neck, sucking hard on it and making
her moan. I kissed down her collarbone and the top of her chest, pulling at her
Aerosmith T-shirt to kiss more of her chest. Liz pulled off her shirt, and I
kissed her cleavage. She swiftly unhooked her bra and shrugged it off so that I
didn't even have to pause on my way down to her nipples.
I licked around her areola and then flicked my tongue across one of her
nipples. As she started to moan, I latched onto her tit and began to suck on
it, causing her to moan even louder. Liz ran her free hand through my hair. I
took nearly all of a tit into my mouth while lapping against it with my tongue
and then sucked on it, pulling on her sensitive nipples. I switched back and
forth between each of her tits.
Liz pulled her hand out of my pants and slipped them down further. Once they
were loose, she pulled me back up to kiss her. She flicked her tongue across my
lip, and then I met her tongue with mine, and we started to french kiss. Liz
pulled my college sweatshirt shirt up and over my head. Once my shirt was on
the floor, she sucked and nibbled my lip, and then started to kiss down my
neck, rougher than she was last night. I was afraid that she was intentionally
trying to leave me a hickey from how hard she was sucking on my neck. Even
though it would be so stupid, I wanted some physical mark to prove to myself
that this was happening with my beautiful cousin a second night in a row.
Liz kissed her way down my chest. When she got down to my stomach, she
pulled my pants the rest of the way down, along with my boxers. My rock-hard
cock sprung up, nearly smacking Liz on the mouth as she dropped down to her
knees. I slipped my feet out of my pants and kicked them away. Liz grabbed my
pants and kicked them against the crack in the door, hiding that the lamp light
was on. She wrapped her hand around my rigid phallus and held it at its base.
Her other hand cupped under my ball-sack and fondled the two boulders within. I
shivered in pleasure when Liz looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers
and kissed the tip of my cock. She seemed to make out with it as she kissed,
licked, and sucked on the top of my cock. Everything she did felt great, and
being able to better see her doing it, made it feel even better. She skilfully
rubbed her tongue along the sensitive frenulum while her lips locked tightly,
to hold my glans ridge captive to her lustful intents.
Then she leaned down and pressed her tongue onto my ball sack, licking
against my balls. I hadn't been expecting her to do that, and I couldn't help
but moan. Liz took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked on it. It made me
feel vulnerable to her passions, but it also felt so good that it almost hurt.
Liz knew just the right amount of pressure to use. She stroked me in long slow
strokes as she sucked on my balls, first one, then the other, and then both at
the same time. Most girls I had been with usually ignored my balls if they even
gave me a blowjob, so I wasn't used to having so much time spent on them.
After sucking on my balls for a few minutes, Liz put her
lips back onto my cock, only this time she started to take me all the way into
her mouth. In one quick motion, she took my entire length into her mouth. I
moaned as she took me effortlessly into her throat. Liz held there for a minute
and then slowly pulled back off my cock to catch her breath. My entire cock was
coated in her saliva. Liz took a couple of breaths and then took me back into
her mouth. She started to blow me quickly, her lips sliding up and down my cock
effortlessly; her tongue rubbing me in a firm swallowing motion, over and over.
Liz would alternate from looking down at what she was working on; and looking
up at me while she blew me. When she looked me in the eyes, it turned me on so
much, but it also seemed oddly intimate, and I felt slightly vulnerable as we
After blowing me for a couple of minutes, Liz took me back all the way into
her throat and held my cock there again. While I was deep inside of her, she
rapidly stroked at the underside of my cock with her tongue. She kept me inside
of her mouth for a minute and a half and then pulled back from my cock with a
I thought she would go back to blowing me, but instead, Liz stood up,
grabbed my cock, and walked towards the bed. Liz undid her pants with her other
hand, and dropped them to the floor as she walked. She lay down on her back and
pulled me on top of her, kissing me deeply, I straddled over her, our naked
bodies pressed against each other. She reached down between us, grasped my
cock, and started to rub it against her cunt lips. I froze up at the warmth and
softness of her cunt. Liz nestled my cock between her cunt lips.
"I want you inside of me," Liz breathed in between kisses as she
started to move so that her cunt rubbed against the tip of my cock.
"I want you, too," I said and then, in a moment of honesty, added,
"I have wanted you for so long."
"I know. Why do you think I have teased you so much all these
years?" Liz said, raising her lips so that the head of my cock slipped
ever so slightly more inside of her.
"That's part of it." Liz laughed. "But the other reason is
that I have wanted you too," Liz said. I had one last moment of doubt if I
should do this or not. Liz nibbled my earlobe. "I want you to fuck
me." There was so much desire in Liz's voice. I didn't know what to say to
that, but I knew what I could do in response.
Going All The Way.
I inched forward to both enjoy this moment and make it easy in case Liz
decided to change her mind. She kept on kissing me, so I continued to press
forward. I slowly worked my way inside of her. She was tight and incredibly wet.
It was hard not to just thrust all the way inside of her. Being inside of Liz
felt so good for so many reasons. When I bottomed out inside of her, she let
out a little gasp, her body arching in pleasure at the contact of me deep
inside of her. I froze in place for a moment to take in the sensation of her
cunt wrapped around my cock.
After getting used to the fantastic feeling of her cunt I pulled nearly all
the way out and then thrust back into her quickly. Liz let out a satisfied moan
when she took me fully inside of her. I tried to start off slow, but Liz humped
up against me, meeting my downward thrusts. It felt too good for us to take it
slow, and before long, we were fucking quickly. She held onto my shoulders,
holding her body up off the bed to give her better space to thrust back up
against me, or she clenched at my ass, pulling me in deeper with each thrust.
Fucking Liz felt so right. It seemed like we instantly knew what the other one
was going to do before they did it. Every thrust was timed perfectly to ensure
the highest amount of pleasure between us. It didn't take me long to work up a
sweat, my body feeling both hot and cold.
I was starting to get a little out of breath. If we kept up at this pace, I
wouldn't last for as long. I was glad for the release from the previous night,
without which I would have come instantly when I first entered her. Liz stopped
humping up against me and pressed her hand against my chest. I got off her, and
she pushed me down onto my back and straddled me. She held my erection in place
just at the entrance of her cunt, and then she lowered herself, taking my
entire cock in one quick motion. Her cunt felt even better in this position.
Liz leaned down and kissed me as she started to rock her ass up and down,
working my cock against the top of her snatch as she rode my cock.
I laid there for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feel of Liz perfectly
riding my cock. I grabbed her perfect ass and could feel her muscles tighten
and loosen as she humped me. I rocked my hips in time with her. Before long, we
worked our way back to the quick pace we had built up to before. Liz started to
moan more and took shallow breaths as we continued to fuck. It felt good, but
it was too good; I could feel each stroke bringing me closer to an orgasm. I
didn't want to cum before Liz got off. There was no guarantee that anything
would happen again between us. If we were going to break this taboo together, I
wanted to make sure to make this the best sex possible.
Without breaking the rhythm of riding my cock she pushed on my chest and
straightened up so that she was straddling my cock. Immediately her cunt felt
even tighter around my cock as she continued to ride me. We both moaned at the
same time. Liz pulled up so that just the tip of my cock was inside of her, and
then she slammed down, taking it all in at once before pulling right back up
and doing it again. I grabbed at her hips and used them to help me better slide
in and out of her. Every few strokes, when Liz would take me all the way inside
of her, she wouldn't pull back off immediately; instead, she would do a little
grinding against me so that my cock pressed even more against her cunt walls.
After a few times of doing that, Liz added that grinding motion as she went up
and down on my cock, making it feel even better with each stroke.
I loved the way her tits bounced as she rode up and down on my cock, and the
way her face would contort in pleasure when I timed a thrust perfectly or hit
her in a new sensitive spot.
I was getting too close to my orgasm, but Liz seemed to be breathing
heavier. She started to rub at her clit while supporting herself by leaning
back onto the bed with the other hand, so I hoped that she was close enough to
cum before me. It gave me a better view of my cock disappearing in and out of
her tight cunt with her leaning back. My cock was soaked in her juices and made
me slide in and out of her with ease. She started to rock back and forth on my
cock, and her fingers rubbed furiously against her clit. Liz's moans got so loud
that I was afraid that we would wake up our family, but at this point, I was
too far along to do anything to stop. "Awe Chris, that's it, fuck me
harder," Liz said. I held onto her hips tighter and started to fuck her
even harder. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me," Liz moaned.
I knew that if we kept up like this, our family would hear. I sat up and
pulled Liz off me. "Why?" She asked in a huff. I pushed her down on
all fours, moved around behind her, put my hands on her hips, and then entered
her fully from behind in rough thrust. Liz let out a pleasure-filled,
"Oh," as I bottomed out inside of her. Liz arched her ass up against
me and pressed her face down onto the bed. I had dreamed about taking Liz from
behind for so long, and now that I was close to cumming I made sure to enjoy my
Liz started to hump back against me. I could hear her moaning loudly into
the bedding. I was surprised by how much her muffled moans turned me on. I felt
her place her hand back onto her clit, and she started to rub it again. I could
hear Liz's muffled moans get even louder, and then she stopped humping against
my cock. She pressed her cunt back against me, taking my cock inside of her and
then rocking randomly against it as her orgasm hit. As she came, I stopped
holding back. I thrust into her a few more times, and with a grunt, I started
to cum inside her. I held onto Liz's hips to steady myself as my body went numb
with pleasure as I shot my loads inside of her as we came together. Liz's
random humps slowed down as her orgasm passed, and she slowly rode my cock.
When she finally stopped, I pulled out of her and laid on the bed beside her,
catching my breath. Liz stayed like that for a moment with her ass up in the
air, and then she laid on her side facing me. We scooted towards each other and
wrapped our arms around each other. We lay like that for some time.
"That was;" I started to say but didn't know the words for it.
Liz leaned forward and kissed me sweetly. "I know," she said. I
lay there not believing what finally happened when suddenly a thought
interrupted my bliss, and I nearly jumped out of bed.
Liz placed one of my hands between her tits and cradled it there with her
hands as I wrapped my other hand around her. Her heart was beating so fast,
"I came in you, I shouldn't have done that, if you get," Liz put a
hand to my chest and a finger to my lips.
"Calm down. I wanted you to do that, it makes it feel even better, and
I am on the pill, so you don't have to worry," Liz said.
"Oh, okay, good," I said, embarrassed by my outburst, and wrapped
"Merry Christmas," Liz said.
"Yeah, the best merry Christmas," I said with a smile.
A few minutes later, Liz got up and grabbed the towel that I had used earlier
in the day. "I will be right back. I am going to go clean up," Liz
said and walked out of the room. There was a bathroom right across from the
bedroom, but I still thought it was crazy that Liz walked out of the room
naked. I lay there with my fingers laced behind my head as I stared up at the
ceiling, a smile on my face as I rode the post-sex endorphin rush.
Liz stepped back inside and gently closed the door behind her. I watched as
she walked towards me and climbed into bed, trying my best to ingrain the image
of her naked body into my memory. Liz climbed into bed beside me, rested her
head on my chest, and pressed her body against me. I held her with one arm and
played with her hair. I knew she was awake for a time, but neither one of us
said anything. Before long, I heard her start to snore loudly against my chest,
so loud that it woke me up when I was nearly drifting off to sleep. I smiled
and lay there for a few minutes, holding her and listening to her snore.
Couch Time.
When I was starting to drift back off to sleep, even with her snoring, I
knew that I better move out to the living room before I fell asleep with Liz
again. After that night's physical exertions, I doubted that I would be able to
wake up again this morning. I carefully got out of bed to not wake Liz again,
but I knew that she was a deep sleeper. My theory had always been that her
snores made her deaf to the world as she slept. I pulled the blanket over her
and tucked her in. After I got dressed, I kissed on the top of her head. I
grabbed my blanket and managed to sneak a pillow again off the bed, and I went
back out to the living room. It took me some time to fall asleep even though I
was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to go back into the room and sleep
beside Liz but knew that I couldn't. After some tossing and turning, I finally
I woke up to someone kissing me. I opened my eyes, and Liz beamed down at
me. "Good morning," Liz said. It was still so early that the sun
hadn't fully started to rise.
"Good morning," I said. I sat up, and Liz climbed onto my lap. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and held me tightly as she kissed me deeply. As
we kissed, my fear that last night was going to be the only time we had sex
evaporated. Liz kissed me like how you kissed a lover, and while I didn't know
what exactly was going to happen in the future, I knew that the last couple of
nights wouldn't be stand-alone events.
"My family is on their way to say goodbye, and then I am going to head
back to the hotel with them to pack up my stuff."
"Oh," I said. Liz lived in Portland, several states away from her
"So, my flight leaves later today, but I was wondering, since you don't
have school for a few weeks, if you wanted to come and visit me," Liz
asked, looking down as she spoke. I realized that she was nervous about asking
me this. My fearless cousin Liz, nervous at asking me to visit her over my
Christmas break. If I hadn't just had sex with Liz the night before, then
seeing her nervous about something would have been the craziest thing that
happened to me this weekend.
I didn't say anything for a moment, and she looked up at me expectantly.
"While I mean, I did have some plans," I said. When she started to
pout, I couldn't go on with it, "Yeah, I can come to visit you."
"You jerk, you were just stalling," Liz said as she threw her arms
around me and gave me another huge kiss. I already had morning wood from when I
woke up, and I got even harder as Liz started to dry hump me. I began to play
with her tits when we heard footsteps coming down the steps. She jumped off me
and gave me one last peck on the lips before running back into the guest room.
I smiled. I was so used to seeing Liz be sarcastic and aloof; it was odd seeing
this sweet side of her. I thought about that for a bit as I laid back down to
look like I was still asleep.
Liz took a shower first. When she emerged, she was wearing one of my
T-shirts without asking, but I loved seeing her in it, so I didn't say anything
to her. By the time I took a shower, more family had shown up, including Liz's.
They stayed for a couple of hours to have a small breakfast and coffee before
they were going to head back to the hotel and pack up. Liz and I spent every
possible moment together. Not only did she give me her phone number to make sure
we kept in better touch, but she also took my phone and added her Snapchat and
Instagram accounts to my phone. I rarely used the apps, and I told her so, but
she told me I better use them to talk to her; otherwise, I would regret it. I
knew that we would see each other again soon, but I didn't want to see her
leave. I walked her and her family to their rented car when it was time for
them to drive back to the hotel. Our hug goodbye lingered until we reluctantly
let go. As Liz was getting in the car, she checked her purse and said how her
phone wasn't in it and that she must have left it in the guest room. She said
she would be right back to her family and asked me to come with her to call her
"So, where did you last see it?" I asked Liz when we walked into
"Right here in my bag," Liz said, holding up her phone.
"Why did you say you didn't have it?" I asked her.
"So that I could give you a proper goodbye," Liz said as she
hugged again, but this time also kissed me. We kissed deeply for several
minutes, neither one of us wanting to break off the kiss. Our kisses started to
die down, and we tried to stop, but we kept on doing small kisses. We were both
left panting when we finally pulled apart. "I want you so badly
again," Liz said as she rested her head on my shoulder.
"Me too. I don't want to see you go."
"Promise you will visit me soon."
"I promise," I said, already planning on seeing her as soon as
We walked back out to our gathered family. "Sorry it took so long. I
had my phone on silent," Liz said as we walked back up. Liz gave me one
last hug and then got into the car, and they drove away. I watched them leave,
feeling an odd sense of loneliness. I went back to the guest room and laid in
the same bed that we had had sleepovers in together when we were kids, the same
bed that last night we had sex for the first time in. I pressed the pillow that
she laid on last night against my face and inhaled her scent. I lay on my back
and pressed the pillow to my face, and inhaled. I felt my phone go off in my
pocket. I checked it, and Liz told me that they had made it back to the hotel.
She asked me what I was doing, and I told her how I was lying in bed. She
called me lazy, and I asked her how I could be both lazy and an overachiever at
the same time? She somehow avoided answering me, even though I was confident
that I was bringing up a good point.
I stayed one more day at my grandparents with my family, and then the next
day, I drove home. I wasn't expecting Liz and I to text so much back and forth
after we left, but we ended up being in contact the entire time they headed to
the airport and after. It was nice having someone to text like that and to talk
on the phone with. I was surprised when she texted me later that night and
asked if I could talk on the phone. I knew that she hated talking on the phone.
I usually didn't like talking on the phone much either, but I enjoyed talking
with Liz. She kept on dancing around talking about what happened between us.
She would make our conversations sexual first, but any time I tried to speak to
her about anything, she would change the subject, teasing me yet again.
Texting and talking to Liz over the next couple of days became one of my new
routines and habits. Every night we talked to each other, even if it was just
for a few minutes and to say goodnight, and every morning we left a good
morning text message for each other. I hadn't talked to anyone like this in
nearly a year. I had forgotten how easy it was to be in constant communication
with someone and yet still be left wanting more of them. We maintained several
conversations at once between texts, DM's, and Snapchat messages. Liz liked to
send me pictures of herself in whatever cute or sexy outfit she was wearing and
random pictures of her making funny faces. I had never really used Snapchat
much before that, so sometimes I would be at a loss as to what to send her
back, but I enjoyed her attention.
Occasionally she would send me sexy pictures. She liked to do this at random
times with no prompting, so a couple of times I was with friends or was in the
middle of doing something in public, and I would open up a message from her,
and there would be my nearly naked hot cousin. She had a knack for sending me
those pictures at the most inopportune times. I would compliment her pictures
and tell her how beautiful I thought she was, and she would thank me, but when
I would ask to see more in another picture, she would playfully refuse or say
how if I wanted to see more of her again, then I had to visit her. I was
already planning to celebrate New Year's with her, so she didn't have to keep
on pestering me about going to visit her, but I had to be honest. The more she
teased me, the more I did want to go see her again.
Portland for New Years.
The drive from my Boise college dorm to Portland, was about five hours. It
went by slow thanks to a few places where the road got backed up because of
accidents. I should have known that something would happen to slow me down
because of how badly I wanted to see Liz. I would text her every now and then when
I made a stop or those times when I was backed up in traffic. She thought it
would be a good idea to spam my phone with a mix of cute and sexy near-nude
photos. I told her how if she didn't stop distracting me, I would never make it
in time today, and she would have to go to the New Year's party all alone. I
was joking, but Liz did show a little restraint and stopped sending me so many
pictures after apologizing. She was just so excited to see me again. We acted
like it had been years since we last saw each other instead of only a few days.
We talked on the phone for the last hour of my drive. After making another reference to our taboo insest tryst, Liz finally confronted the issue.
Chris, can you cite even one religious text which forbids cousins from marital relations?
I mentally scanned my memories of so many years of sunday school, Bible Quiz, and countless sermons. I came up empty on actual biblical text!
"Liz!" I exclaimed. "You're right! There is no such prohibition. There are countless state statutes, and exaggerated genetic narratives of birth defects. But the Bible is not banning cousins."
"Yeah," Liz added. "One of my roommates is also a recovered religious addict. She found out that Isaac and Jacob both married their cousins. And Abraham married hhis half-sister."
"But then came Mosaic Law and some restrictions were added. Yet nothing in the old or new testament bans cousins, period!" Liz emphasized.
"That's what really undermines sincere people, in their spirituality, Liz. Organized religious structures and added rules where God simply gives us principles to honor."
Then the conversation transitioned to some churches teaching that birth control is sin. Then what kind of sexual expressions are sin. Liz said that some churches teach that oral arousal is sodomy, because a homosexual expresses affection in that way.
"Generally, churches really get hung up about sex, and it drives away people. The people often don't have a disdain for God, just a deep disappointment with organized churches."
Traffic got cogested as I got closer to Portland, and I got off the phone. I made it into the city around four in the afternoon. I was impressed with
the city and found it beautiful. When I pulled into the front of Liz's
apartment building, I texted her that I was there, and she met me downstairs.
When she saw me, she screamed my name and ran towards me and jumped into my
arms and kissed me as I started to say hello back to her. I held her tight, and
we stayed like that as we got our fill of each other's touch again. "I am
so glad you are here," Liz said as she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs
towards her apartment. Her apartment was comfortably furnished with a mix of
secondhand and new looking furniture.
"How was the drive?" Liz asked.
"Do you want to go lay down for a bit? We have some time before I have
Napping is Code For getting some.
"Yeah, that sounds great," I said. I set my bag down when we went
into her room. She had a comfortable looking twin bed in the far corner of her
room. The moment we were alone inside, she started to kiss me again, only this
time there was more desire in her kisses. We held each other close and explored
each other's bodies. I should have known what Liz had meant by asking me if I
had wanted to go to bed, but sometimes it was hard for me to acknowledge that
my favorite cousin and the girl that I had been talking to so much recently
were the same person. When we talked to each other, for the most part, I
stopped seeing her as my relative and instead saw her as the beautiful and
Liz led us over to her bed and sat me down at the edge of it. While we
continued to kiss, I slipped a hand underneath her shirt. She sighed when I
slipped my hand inside her bra and started to play with her nipple. Liz started
to undo my fly and slipped her hand inside my pants. I moaned when her hand
wrapped around my erection. I missed her touch so much. Finally being able to
kiss her, touch her, and be touched back was almost too much to handle.
We both had been wanting each other so badly that it seemed like neither one
of us was going to try and tease the other one now that we were finally
I Liz pulled her shirt off and unclipped her bra, revealing her perfect
perky tits. I took her closest nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it.
"Chris," Liz sighed as I flicked my tongue across her nipple and
sucked on as much of her tit as I could fit into my mouth. She pulled my cock
out and started to jerk it off even better as I leaned over and began to suck
on her other tit. Her hand felt so good, working its way up and down my shaft.
Just about every girl I had been with in the past had been needlessly too rough
or too gentle when they jerked me off. Liz seemed to know the exact amount of
pressure needed to please me.
Liz kissed me, biting at and sucking on my bottom lip. I broke the kiss and
went back to sucking on her tits, this time nibbling on her nipple and pulling
on it harder as I latched on. This made Liz moan the loudest yet, and I made
sure to remember that for later.
Liz pulled me away from her tits and made me lean back. She leaned down and
took my entire cock into her mouth in one quick movement. I leaned back and
groaned as she deep throated me, just like she had last time. Liz quickly
bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue along my shaft and every now
and then focusing on the tip of my cock, sucking hard and licking it. If she
kept it up, I knew that I wouldn't handle it much longer.
I ran a hand through her hair and started to guide her movements. As I began
to take control, Liz seemed to blow me with even more passion. I tested this
out by starting to thrust up into her mouth slightly while also holding her
head. Liz let out a moan when she had my entire cock in her mouth. Her moan's
vibrations felt so good on my cock that it caused me to moan as well. Now that
I knew she liked me taking control, I started to thrust up more into her mouth,
fucking her mouth as she blew me. A couple of times, she gagged on my cock when
fucked her mouth too hard, and I said sorry, feeling bad that I did that, but
she didn't say anything, instead just going back to taking my cock into her
mouth. I was a little more careful after that, but she seemed to enjoy me
fucking her mouth. This was something that I had often fantasized about when getting
blow jobs from girls in the past, but they had never seemed to like it, and I
wouldn't try and force them to do something that they were not comfortable
I thought that I was going to be coming like that, but Liz had other plans.
Liz stood up in front of me and undid her pants, dropping them onto the floor
and stepping out of them, spreading her legs slightly, revealing her tight cunt
right in front of my face. I leaned forward and kissed it. Liz braced herself
by placing her hands on my shoulders. As I went from kissing her snatch to
licking along her lips, I felt Liz tremble as I stuck my tongue inside of her.
I probed my tongue inside of her, doing my best to lick at different spots and
in different rhythms to pleasure here. I worked my tongue in deeper, and
finally, with my face pressed right against her mound, I stuck my tongue as far
as it would go. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her snatch, wishing that I
never had to go so long without being able to smell and taste it again. I had always
loved the smell of a girl's cunt, and Liz's cunt was top shelf compared to the
girls I had been with in the past.
As I ate Liz out, she moaned my name and placed one hand at the back of my
head, pushing me into her so that I could eat her out even deeper. Liz started
to grind against my tongue as I tongue fucked her. She let out these cute
little moans and mewling sounds that urged me to keep it up. She relaxed her
grip on my head a little, and I licked up along her entire cunt, pulling my
tongue away so that it just barely flicked across her clit as it passed it. Liz
shook at the small contact, clenched her fist in my hair, and pushed my mouth
into her cunt all at the same time. I licked along her cunt again, this time
sinking my tongue into her. Liz started humping even harder against my mouth,
and she moaned louder. Liz pushed my head into her, and with one last rocking
of her hips, Liz cried out my name and started to cum. She tried to pull me
away, but I leaned forward to keep on licking her clit as her orgasm rocked her
body. After a minute, she fell back down to the bed, gasping as she got her
My cock was throbbing at this point. I had been so close to cumming when Liz
stopped blowing me, and I was dying for a release. I started to jerk off, idly
at first as I waited for her to recover, but then quicker as I realized that it
was going to take Liz some time to recover. She opened her eyes and saw what I
was doing. She looked mesmerized as she watched me. I got a thrill at being
watched by her. I had thought about her so many times before when I was
masturbating, so having her amazing naked body to look at while I was doing it
Liz idly run her hands up and down her own body, gently rubbing her tits.
She saw how intently I watched as she pulled on a nipple. "Do you want to
cum on them?" Liz asked. I felt my cock twitch when she said that.
Liz pressed her tits together, playing rougher with them as she watched me.
Now that I had an endgame, I sped up, trying to come as fast as possible. I
could feel my orgasm building up. I managed to stroke myself a few more times,
and then with a moan, I started to cum. My first load hit right between her
tits, hitting with such force that most of it bounced up onto the hollow of her
neck. I angled my cock down, and my next loads landed right on top of her
tights. I continued to jerk off as I came, milking as much of my cum out as I
could. Her tits became coated in my cum. I couldn't believe how erotic of a
sight it was to see my cum pooling between her tits and clinging to her nipples
When I finished cumming I fell onto the bed beside Liz. My whole body felt
warm, and I breathed heavily. Liz lay there with me until I fell asleep. I
don't know how long she let me sleep, but by the time I woke up from Liz
kissing me sweetly, she had taken a shower and was in the middle of getting
"Wake up sleepyhead, we have to get ready for the party."
Being Liz's Party Date.
When I was showered and dressed, I hung out with
Liz as she got ready. I hadn't realized just how much work and time went into
her getting ready. It was odd seeing Liz become even more radiant as she did
her hair and put on her makeup. When she was ready, I couldn't believe that
such a beautiful girl wanted to spend New Year's Eve with me. She was dressed
all in black, wearing a low-cut dress that barely went past the middle of her
thighs. All she wore to keep the cold at bay was a black leather jacket and
black stockings. She wore high heels that made her already fantastic body even
We took a Lyft to her friend's party. It was in a
large Condo on one of the top floors of a new looking building. The party was
crowded by the time we got there. There were so many beautiful women there. It
made me think that maybe all of the most beautiful people in Portland were
attending the party. It seemed like we couldn't go five minutes without someone
greeting Liz. It was nice seeing that Liz was so popular. I knew that she had a
hard time making friends back in high school.
We spent time drinking, dancing, and talking to all
of Liz's friends. I noticed some of her friends checking me out, and they
seemed flirty. I wondered if Liz would get jealous. It's not like we were
dating, nor could we openly date, but I didn't want to do something dumb and
ruin what was going on between Liz and me.
The night passed by quickly as we partied. Liz kept
on dragging me off to the dance floor. It didn't take me long to drink enough
to stop resisting. The more we drank, the more risqu Liz danced with me. I
tried to slow things down since we were in public, but she didn't seem to care.
While she pushed the line of what we should do in public, she didn't cross it.
Liz's friends joined us on the dance floor. I found myself surrounded by beautiful
women as they danced around us. Every now and then, Liz would break away from
me to dance with one of her friends. I couldn't take my eyes off them as Liz
and her sexy friends would grind against each other. Sometimes one of her
friends would dance with me. One of them, a petite redhead named Claire, seemed
the most interested in me because she kept dancing with me. Once I realized Liz
wasn't going to get upset at me dancing with them, I embraced how provocative
they were with me. It was an odd feeling as I realized how much one of them was
flirting with me. After not being with a girl for so long, it felt strange to
have so much attention from these sexy women.
Midnight approached, and everyone started to count
down together. Liz held my hand as we counted down. When it was midnight, she
turned towards me. It was dumb, I know, but I was too drunk to care. I wanted
to make Liz my midnight kiss. I was about to kiss her when one of her hot
friends kissed her deeply. I felt left out when Claire was suddenly right next
to me. We kissed. It felt good, but all I wanted to do was kiss Liz as soon as
We stumbled up to her apartment. I tried to will
myself to sober up as I helped Liz upstairs. I couldn't remember the last time
that I got this drunk. Drunk Liz was flirtier and sweeter than when she was
sober. She told me how happy she was that I visited her and how much she had
I carried Liz to bed and dropped her on top of it.
I helped her take off her high heels as she lay down. By the time I was done,
she was already passed out. I had hoped that we would have sex, but I felt a
little relieved that she was asleep. I was so tired and drunk that I doubted I
would have performed well. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed
with her. She stirred and wrapped her arms around me.
Sleep evaded me for a time as I thought about the
past year, and all that had recently happened. It was a new year. Now that Liz
and I had reconnected and developed our relationship in such a new direction, I
was optimistic about what the year had in store for me.
I stirred to get comfortable and must have woken up
Liz because she groggily said, "Good night."
"I love you." It was something that we
had always said to each other, but those three words seemed to have so much
more weight now that we were in a romantic relationship with each
I kissed her on the top of her head. "I love
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