We were both twenty-two when it finally happened. Cousins who grew up together but never crossed the line until that weekend at the lake house. Everyone else was out on the boat. Me and my cousin Tyler stayed back to "clean up." The second the door shut behind the last car, he grabbed me by the waist and shoved me against the kitchen counter.
"I been thinking about this pussy for years," he growled, yanking my shorts down. No slow striptease, no sweet talk. He just pushed two fingers straight into my cunt and started pumping. I was already soaked. "Fuck, you're dripping. You want your cousin's dick that bad?"
I nodded and reached for his belt. His cock sprang out thick and hard, the head already leaking. I dropped to my knees on the tile and took him in my mouth like I was starving. Sloppy, loud, gagging when he grabbed my hair and fucked my throat. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. He called me a filthy little slut for sucking family cock and I just moaned around him, rubbing my clit while he used my mouth.
He pulled me up, bent me over the counter, and slammed into me in one thrust. No condom, nothing between us. Just raw skin. His hips slapped my ass hard and fast, balls swinging against me. "This pussy's mine now, you hear? No more pretending we're just cousins." Every word came out between grunts. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, begging him to fuck me harder.
We moved to the couch. I rode him reverse, bouncing on that thick cock while he spread my ass cheeks and watched himself disappear inside me. He slapped my ass red and told me to tell him how much I loved cousin dick. I said it loud, over and over, until my voice cracked. Then he flipped me onto my back, folded my legs to my chest, and pounded me deep. The wet sounds were nasty.
My pussy squelched every time he bottomed out.
He pulled out just long enough to shove his cock back in my mouth so I could taste myself, then he was back inside, fucking me like he hated me. Sweat dripped off him onto my stomach. When he got close he pulled out and painted my tits and face with thick ropes of cum. I licked what I could reach and rubbed the rest into my skin while he watched, still half-hard.
We didn't stop there. He fucked me again in the shower, bent over the tub, water running over us. Then on the floor in the bedroom, me on all fours while he railed me from behind and reached around to pinch my clit. I came so hard I shook. He filled my pussy that time, breeding his cousin like it was the most natural thing in the world.
By the time the family came back we were dressed and acting normal, but every look we traded said the same thing: this wasn't over. Later that night, after everyone passed out, he snuck into my room again. We didn't say a word. He just climbed on top, shoved my legs apart, and slid right back into my cum-filled cunt. Raw, dirty, and exactly what we both needed. We kept going until the sun came up, knowing the secret was ours and we'd be back for more every chance we got.
