Sexual characters are eighteen, of course.

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I lay on a towel in the scorching sunshine. It was hot enough to be almost uncomfortable. The tip of my left bare boob itched, and I rubbed it absently. I hated tan lines. Luckily the thick cypress fence around our single-family home allowed sunbathing in the nude. When it came to my own appearance I might’ve been a perfectionist, but show me a girl who wasn’t. It was a nuisance plucking and shaving all the hairs, using dozens of products for the skin and working out at the gym, but a pretty reflection in the mirror thanked me.

I began to feel too hot again, and I dove in the pool to cool off. As I arose from the water I came to think the sight may have looked rather erotic, and half of me thought it was a pity no one was there to see. Lying down on the towel again I checked the time from my cell, and my heartbeat quickened. Half past four. Josh would be here soon!

Just like every year for as long as I could remember my cousin Josh would be spending his summer holiday with my family in the city. In fact he would spend nearly all his holidays here, even a weekend every now and then. We had shared some of the best times of our lives and had grown to be more siblings than cousins, and despite the long periods of time we sometimes spent apart, everything was instantly as it had always been when we saw each other again. Josh was even closer to me than my big sister, though she was quite a bit older than me at 22.

Josh didn’t just feel like my brother, he looked like that, too. We had the same light blue eyes and hair the colour of beach sand, we both were slim in figure and tanned easily, and people told us we had the same nose. Naturally Josh had more muscle, and his hair was wavy where mine was straight, but apart from that we were like two sides of the same coin. In the last few years Josh had passed me in height despite him being a year younger, which had been only a matter of time, really, since I had got stuck as a five-foot-two shortie.

As we had grown older our hobbies had changed, but we still found plenty of things we shared an affection for as teenagers. I was a cheerleader and Josh had practiced gymnastics for ten years – though he had quit recently – and we both played soccer, swam, and we loved to sunbathe. We could talk about absolutely nothing or we could philosophize about the meaning of life for hours on end, so it basically never got boring between us two.

I glanced at the time again. Forty past four. Damn, time dragged now that I paid attention to it. I turned on my side and puffed in frustration. My anxious hands found my butt, feeling its shape. It felt nicely plump and firm, and I was happy thinking my workouts had had an effect. My sister, working as a personal trainer, had planned a workout program for me and had shown me the exercises, so that I wouldn’t ”Be like the stupid bitches who just take selfies in the dressing room,” as she put it.

A few years ago I had been flat as a board, and had been afraid I’d stay that way if I didn’t start doing something about it. Apparently all the hard work put in at the gym had paid off: guys told me I had the best ass in high school, though I’m sure they told plenty of other girls that, too. Out of nowhere my boobs had grown as well, to the extent that tops that fit a couple of years back looked immodest at best now. All this along with my natural beauty (cough) allowed me my fair share of stares wherever I walked, and though I enjoyed the attention as much as any teenaged girl, I found it hard to be attracted to guys who literally drooled over me.

Sometimes it bothered me, being alone, when all my girlfriends seemed to have boyfriends, and they kept going on and on about how much fun all the couple-stuff was. Then again I never truly felt lonely. If anything I was curious. At times I did catch myself daydreaming of a sweet, loving guy just holding me in his arms; of a MAN to explore the unexplored with. The hormone-crazed idiots that guys my age seemed to be appalled me. All they seemed to care about was fucking, getting drunk and their own ass. All of them except Josh, apparently, but he was my cousin.

**********

I heard a car pulling up into our front yard and awoke from my thoughts. Josh was here, finally! I ran naked into the house, mom giving me a quizzical look from the kitchen as I ran past, up the stairs with my boobs bouncing all over the place and into my room on the second floor. I hastily put on a cute pair of white panties, a pair of denim shorts and a coral top and ran down and out into the front yard.

”Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!!” I cooed running on the freshly mowed grass towards Josh, who stood next to the car, smiling. I jumped in my handsome cousin’s arms and held him tight, oddly aware of my boobs squishing against his chest. ”You’ve grown again!” I exclaimed.

He snorted. ”You haven’t,” he teased, lifting me up in the air like I weighed nothing. I loved the feeling. He smelled of dark vanilla.

When he let go our eyes met, and it took me only a second to see something wasn’t right. ”Josh? Is everything okay?” I asked. I waved at his parents as they got out of the car.

”I’ll tell you later,” he said, trying to sound carefree.

I knew it would’ve been silly to pressure him there, and I let it be for now. Besides I could already guess what this was about. Josh had been dating a girl from his class since Christmas, and the way I saw it Josh was just a toy to her. He had told me of their stormy affairs, the girl being mad at him now for this and then for that: once she had gone crazy after searching through his phone and finding innocent messages to another girl, another time the girl had herself drunkenly kissed another guy and blamed Josh for it, as he hadn’t wanted to come to a party with her. Supposedly something similar had occurred now.

Sigh, what a stupid bitch.

While our parents sat at the coffee table we headed straight upstairs to my room, where Josh had slept after my sister had moved out 5 years ago. Before that, whenever Josh was visiting, I had slept with him in the guest bedroom, where we had two separate beds. Mom had at some point suggested we change our sleeping arrangements, arguing that ”We were of that age already,” but the idea of sleeping separately was alien to us.

Spending our nights together in the same room had become somehow odd, I have to say. In the past we had used to shower together and just be casually naked for no good reason, and we had had a playing doctor phase as well when we were little, but now we retained a certain modesty in everything we did. No more touching, testing or nudity. Now there was a secretive side to going to sleep, where we surreptitiously changed clothes in another room and stole glances at each other’s half-nakedness.

I wasn’t completely stupid and naive, so I had on a few mornings noticed a huge bulge in Josh’s boxers, his morning wood. A number of times I had also caught him staring at my nightgown-covered boobs, whose nipples always seemed to want to poke through the thin fabric, as if they had a mind of their own and wanted to tease my cousin. Stuff like this did seem a bit weird nowadays, but not WRONG, though I felt that it probably should’ve: Josh was family after all. If anything, thoughts of this nature were curiously exciting.

Josh tossed his bag in the corner and vaulted on the lower bunk bed he’d sleep on. I absolutely loved my beds and my room, especially now that I no longer had to share it with my sister. Entering my room you would have the the bunk beds on the right, which were built in with a wardrobe and the whole thing was in a niche in the wall, which created an illusion of space in a room that was, in reality, very small. A sheer curtain, when closed, excluded the beds from the rest of the room and made sleeping feel quite private, especially in the upper bed where I slept. At the end of my room I had my make-up table and a soft fuzzy blue cubic chair. The walls and the ceramic flooring were grey, and along with a soft blue carpet and blue linens it all composed a very comfy space.

I sat next to Josh’s feet and gave him an interrogative look. ”Well?” I began. ”What is it?”

He just grunted. I heard the voices of our parents downstairs and a lone bird sang outside, but despite its careless chirping I worried for Josh.

”We broke up,” he said after a long silence. ”Or I did,” he continued. ”I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

”Damn,” I blurted. ”That sucks.”

He continued without further encouragement, ”It’s better this way. I mean, I’m sad, sure, but… it’s better this way.” Despite his hopeful words he looked miserable. It hurt me to see him sad.

After another period of silence I just nodded, realizing it wasn’t words he needed now. I spun on top of him and in his lap, hugging him tight. After a moment he pressed his head on my breasts and wrapped his arms around me. Being so close to him felt comforting to me, and I hoped he felt the same.

Soon I became aware of something stiff against my inner thigh, and the realization startled me.

Well, I guess that means I managed to give him some solace, I thought foolishly.

”Umm,” I mumbled, rolling off him and standing up. Josh looked absent-minded, as if he wasn’t aware of the tent in his trunks, so I decided to let it go. ”You wanna, uh, watch some Friends or something?” I offered.

”Yeah… sure,” he said.

**********

The room upstairs next to mine was our own little movie theater. Basically it was just a really big and soft couch and a large flatscreen TV on the opposite wall. Dad had painted the walls dark gray and there were no windows, so turning off the lights you could make the place REAL dark.

It took me a while to load up Netflix and get us started with the fourth season of what we believed was the best sitcom in the world. Chandler’s quips never ceased to amuse me, Joey was just plain adorable and Rachel was so easy to relate to! Even her nipples had the same problems as mine, poking through shirts in random situations. I giggled at the thought, and Josh looked at me like I was weird.

After we had watched half of the first episode I decided to inquire further.

”I’m sure it wasn’t all pain and suffering, though,” I began. ”I mean, I doubt just any girl could charm you. I bet you had lots of other pretty girls waiting in line to be your G-F, so there must’ve been something special about her.”

Josh snorted. ”Yeah, sure. Well… she was fun for sure, and…” He grinned. ”She had a great ass.”

”Typical guy thinking,” I teased him. ”Basically the first thing you mention about her is her ass.”

”In the end, maybe that was her only virtue,” he said.

I giggled.

He continued, ”No, I thought – at first I thought she was kind and caring, but… she wasn’t really. She was real good at acting, that I’ll grant her.” He sighed.

We refocused on the show for a moment. I felt a bit cold, and I scooted next to Josh and nuzzled against his shoulder. He gently pushed against me in acceptance of my gesture.

”A great ass, huh?”

”Oh yeah,” Josh responded.

”Better than mine?” I didn’t really think about what I was saying, but I found I did truly wonder about it.

Why do I wonder about it? Am I jealous? I laughed internally at the silly thought.

”Umm,” Josh considered. ”I haven’t really looked at your ass,” he claimed.

”That’s a lie and you know it!” I exclaimed. I knew he was lying, but still it hurt me to think he didn’t like my ass, and therefore didn’t find me attractive.

What the hell brain?

”Well, I’ve seen hers from like really close and, you know, naked, so I kind of can’t compare the two.”

”Are you suggesting I flash you my ass?” I joked.

”No, or well…” he smirked like an idiot.

”You monster!” I exclaimed, laughing. I gave him a teasing push and he barely moved.

I realized my denim shorts had ridden up in the crack of my butt, and I knew this was a perfect chance to take revenge for his cheeky jokes. I grabbed the remote and paused the show.

”I’ll be right back,” I said.

I stood up and walked out of the door, swaying my hips as much as I could, knowing at least half of my buttocks were showing. Glancing back I caught him looking! I felt victorious as I made a quick lap to my room and back, soon resuming my place next to Josh on the sofa. This time he tried to cover it up, but taking a glimpse over his shoulder I was happy to notice a bulge in his trunks.

Why, though, am I happy about it? This is weird.

I’m just joking with him, I reasoned. Right? I realized I was feeling really brave, and kinda hot.

I was sailing in uncharted waters here. Any sexual innuendo in our interactions was a rarity nowadays, and it felt nothing like innocent now that we were, well, developed. Thinking about it I started to feel shy again, but on the other hand deep inside I felt empowered knowing I had an ”effect” on Josh.

The first episode ended and another began. Josh squirmed in his seat and I responded by getting a little bit closer, leaning on his shoulder and my left boob touching his arm. Josh stiffened, clearly uncomfortable, and to be honest the situation felt kind of confusing to me, too. I decided I didn’t want that, and spun back to the other end of the couch, resting my bare feet against Josh. He casually put his arms in his lap. I adjusted my shorts a bit, so that my panties wouldn’t peek from under them. THAT would’ve been immodest.

We watched that episode and before we could start another one, we were called downstairs for dinner. We had homemade burgers, our favourite. I stuffed mine with onions, tomatoes, champignons, and a bit of mayonnaise in addition to the obvious bun, salad and patty, while Josh added bacon and cheese. While we ate our parents kept asking us grown-up questions, Josh’s inquiring about my hobbies and mine interviewing him about school. Having finished my burger I was really tempted to eat another one, but I didn’t want to feel bloated, while Josh ate three like it was nothing.

”If you’re done could you guys take Neb for a walk?” my mom adressed us after we had eaten.

Neb was our family dog, a mentally challenged Chihuahua who liked to bark at absolutely everything that moved or made a sound. Luckily he had a problem with his throat, and as a result his barks were kind of muffled. It’s hard to explain, but the result sounded cute more than annoying.

”Sure,” Josh called, finishing his glass of milk and getting up.

I got up as well, put my dishes along with Josh’s in the dishwasher – he never did that himself – and followed him to the hallway. Neb was quick to realize what was going on, jumping against me and begging for his leash. I granted his wish and we went outside.

We strolled casually around the block, Neb taking his sweet time to sniff and mark every single object that was taller than him along the way. The nigh-unbearable heat had cooled to a pleasant warmth and the sun was setting, but to my pity buildings and trees covered the sight.

”I love sunsets,” Josh said, mirroring my thoughts. ”Too bad we can’t quite see it from here.”

An idea hit me. ”You know what we should do?”

”No.”

”Come,” I said as we arrived back at our house. I put the dog inside without bothering to take the leash off, took Josh’s hand and lead him on. We went around the building to the back where we had our fire escape ladder, and I remembered too late that Josh would have a pretty good view of my butt as I began to climb first. I got to the top and Josh soon followed. The roof was almost dangerously steep, but on the very top there was a flat ridge where I sometimes sat and listened to music. I had never been up here with Josh though.

”Careful,” Josh said, poised to catch me if I slipped.

We sat on the ridge next to the chimney and took in the view. The sun was already sinking below the earth, its radiance still painting the horizon in mystical colours. Above the gold and pink and purple skyline the sky was silver and dark blue, almost like the ice that would form on windless waters.

”Beautiful,” Josh said quietly. I found it odd that a guy could appreciate something like that, but that was one of the reasons why Josh was so great.

”Thanks,” I quipped.

He put his arm around me, an unusual if not a unique gesture.

”You know, I knew it was a great idea coming here just now,” he said. ”You always make me forget my worries.”

His words touched my heart. He smiled at me, and when he did the last rays of the setting sun lightening his face made him look more beautiful than any guy had the right to be.

”You’re sweet,” I answered.

As we sat there, watching the gorgeous sunset and enjoying the warm wind, there was something boggling my mind. It felt like an unnamed emotion, locked inside of me and wanting to come out, but I didn’t quite know how to express it. Leaning my head against Josh I felt that emotion sparkle, but there was something else. It somehow didn’t feel enough.

”We should probably get down before we are missed,” Josh suggested after some time, and the moment was gone.

”Yeah, I guess so,” I said.

We climbed down and went inside, retreating back upstairs to my room. Josh took off his shirt and I changed – in the bathroom – to my nightwear: an oversized white tee and light blue boyshorts, but we decided we weren’t quite ready for bed yet, and we went to the TV room instead. Josh went ahead of me, allowing me to admire his muscular back and butt for a moment. He had a very squeezable ass; better than most girls.

We watched a couple more episodes until we were both ready to fall asleep right there. I closed the TV and slapped Josh when he wouldn’t get up. This time I walked ahead when we returned to my room.

”Yours is better,” Josh said.

It took me a while to realize what he was talking about.

”You idiot,” I cooed, pretty happy with myself.

I climbed up to my bed, pulled the curtain closed and squirmed under my soft blankets, falling asleep almost instantly.

**********

I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy. I climbed down from my bed and grabbed my towel, a pair of clean panties and a bra and headed for a shower in the upstairs bathroom. Glancing at Josh I wondered how could anyone sleep so happily in such a weird position.

I stripped naked, turned the water on and stepped under the shower. After dealing with my hair and leaving on the conditioner I turned the shower off. I took the full-body mirror we had next to the door and placed it in front of the toilet, allowing for some easy shaving. I shaved my legs first, then my vag, leaving it nice and hairless. I knew some girls had an ”ugly” pussy and I was quite happy with mine, with the outer lips covering everything unless I spread my legs real wide. Basically it was just a pretty little slit, perfect for a small girl like me.

Shaving my ass was a bit harder what with how protruding my buttocks were. I lifted my feet on the seat and leaned back, proceeding to remove any stray hairs around the tiny pink hole.

Having finished shaving I stood up, put the mirror back to its place and stepped back under the shower. I applied shower milk on my hands and lathered it over my body, on my feet and legs, between my thighs, on my belly and on my boobs. My breasts were almost overly large on my small frame, but they had a nice, round and perky shape to them. My fingers lingered on my dime-sized rose-coloured nipples and I pinched them lightly, which felt more pleasurable than I had expected. My other hand strayed between my legs, and I found my pussy felt very sensitive, too. I stuck a finger between my lips and realized I was pretty wet, although my pussy was always a bit moist.

Touching myself down there felt really sweet and my clit was soon begging for attention. My fingers circled it first tenderly, then a bit harder, sending warm shivers up my spine and causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.

Oh God… How am I so horny? Images of sexual nature began to cloud my head.

Brad Pitt in Fight Club. Patrick Dempsey in Grey’s Anatomy. Josh is so handsome. Wait, what?

I left my clit for a second and slipped a finger inside of me. My pussy was seeping nectar and I was feeling really light-headed. I resumed rubbing my clit, my breath ragged and my wet hair sticking to my face.

Patrick Dempsey giving me a breast examination. His hands are so strong yet gentle. Josh touching my boobs through my shirt… taking my shirt off. He’s got a huge bulge in his trunks. I want to touch it. He’s on top of me and leaning in for a kiss. I want to kiss Josh so bad. Oh Josh, please, please kiss me. He’s holding me tight and his lips are upon mine, oh God his breath is so hot.

I felt my orgasm approaching as I kept fingering myself, my other hand playing with my right boob.

His lips are so soft… I want to sink into them. Josh’s boner against my inner thigh. Poking me between my legs.

”Ohhhh Gooooooooood,” I moaned quietly as an overwhelming orgasm hit me, causing me to bend in half as the pleasure exploded in my pussy.

Josh….

It took me a moment to catch my breath and return to the real world.

I guess a girl can fantasize about whatever she likes, I tried to explain my mind to myself. People fantasize about all sorts of things.

Despite that I felt embarrassed. I quickly finished showering, put on my panties and bra, hung the towel to dry and went back to my room.

Josh was just waking up, and gave me a dazed look as I walked past in my underwear. I put on some of my favourite clothes: a short, sheer light pink summer skirt and a cream top which I tucked under. Finishing the outfit was a thin leather belt which separated the two colours. Underneath I had a matching white lace thong and bra. Finally I combed my hair. I wanted to feel especially beautiful today: one of my girlfriends would be hosting a party tonight – or that was the reason I told myself – hopefully the first of many this summer.

”Get up sleepyhead,” I teased Josh, who had been watching me dress.

I wondered if he had a boner again, but be that as it may his blanket would’ve covered it.

I went downstairs for breakfast and Josh soon followed. He had put on knee-length denim shorts and a white tee, and looked super hot coming down the stairs in his casual summer outfit and with his bed head.

”My friend is hosting a party tonight,” I told Josh as we were eating scrambled eggs and rye bread with real butter.

”Yeah?” Josh said, still a bit sleepy.

”You wanna come with?” I offered, though I knew Josh wasn’t really a partygoer-type. Neither was I, really, but big house parties with friends were something impossible to miss.

”Yeah, what the hell sure,” he said without hesitation, surprising me.

”Cool,” I blurted, a bit confused having prepared for having to persuade him. ”So, uh,” I continued after a while, ”I was thinking we could go shopping before. I haven’t been in a while.” This was another thing where Josh was atypical: he loved shopping and was quite fashionable himself.

”Sure,” Josh responded.

”You gonna just agree to whatever?”

”Sure,” Josh repeated.

”You’re gay,” I offered.

He looked at me and smiled cheekily. ”You should know I ain’t,” he said.

I couldn’t meet his impudent gaze without blushing and focused on my breakfast.

**********

It was a half hour drive to the nearest big shopping center. My dad dropped us off after handing me two hundred-dollar bills, telling me to get myself something nice, and went golfing with his buddies. He liked to spoil me and I loved him for it.

I found a nice white-and-salmon tank top for Josh which went great with his denim shorts, and though he hesitated at first I convinced him to buy and wear it straight away. It really accentuated his musculature, and I knew I wasn’t the only one taking admiring glances at his well-built arms or defined calves as we went round from shop to shop. I even caught a girl a bit younger than me looking back at Josh and gossiping something to her friends. With my cousin such a hottie I did feel pretty proud hanging out with him in public. It probably looked like we were a couple and that made it even better.

For myself I came across one of the prettiest summer dresses I had seen: the skirt was sky blue and mid-thigh – which made my tanned legs look amazing – and the top was white with a colourful flowery pattern. Elegant solutions in the dress’s design made it look tasteful despite it leaving the midriff bare and the top part being rather tiny, and looking tasteful was a miracle considering my cup size. I bought it but couldn’t decide which was prettier, so I just kept my current outfit for now.

I also wanted to visit Victoria’s Secret, from where I found the most adorable, teensy V-string panties, the lightest shade of pink with a coral little bow tie on top. The texture was sheer suggestively low, with the top inch of my pussy slit showing through the fabric. I found a matching bra to go with them and made a mental note to remember to change into them before tonight.

Returning from the fitting room I found Josh casually browsing the skimpy garments, trying desperately to fit in with the mostly young women who shopped there. He looked hilarious examining a pair of panties with ”I am uncomfortable” painted all over his face.

Time really flew hanging out with Josh, and after shopping, eating and having ice cream in a miniature park inside the mall, we noted it was starting to get late. I called dad to come pick us up and when it took him an hour to get there and another half an hour to drive us home, it was eight in the evening by the time I began to get ready for the party.

I took a quick shower, just freshening up and avoiding getting my hair wet, then put on the new pretty clothes I had bought. I sat at my make up table and applied just the lightest touch of make up, finishing with some pink lip gloss. From the mirror I observed Josh, in turn, return from the shower with a towel around his waist. He grabbed his clothes and went in another room to dress. When he returned I enslaved him to tie a couple of braids in my hair for that perfect summery look, and when that was done, I was ready.

**********

It was a half-hour walk to Sarah’s home. We crashed into two of my girlfriends on the way, Jessica and Kim, who were giggly and bubbly as ever.

”Heeyyyyyyyy!” Jessica greeted me, all smiles and hugs. She immediately offered me a sip of a drink she was carrying. It was strong but very sweet. Josh took a swig as well when Jess offered.

”THE cousin Josh, huh,” Kim enthused. ”He’s HOT,” she whispered in my ear. I had, of course, mentioned my cousin to several of my friends, but Josh hadn’t met any of them before.

”This is really good,” Josh said after tasting of Kim’s drink as well. ”What’s in it?”

”It’s passion fruit and tequila,” Kim explained, all smiles for him. She was a cute brunette girl, a little bit heavier than me, but it looked good on her. Her white, embroidered shorts made her plump butt look great, and I wondered if Josh took note.

My ass is better, though, I assured myself. Not that it matters, of course.

”Can I have another swig?” Josh asked her, grinning, to which Kim complied eagerly.

Jess decided to use me for her therapist for the rest of the way, and I was starting to get bored of her pretty quickly. Meanwhile Kim was all over Josh, trying to get him to tell her his life story and agreeing to basically whatever he said, offering him her drink until he had finished it. I noticed Josh was getting a bit drunk, and thanks to the sips Jessica shared with me, so was I.

Before long we arrived at the party. Sarah’s home was a gorgeous, three-storey detached house with a massive open living room with part of the second floor built as a balcony over it. They even had a tennis court outside. The sound system was blasting Avicii’s Waiting For Love and everyone was in high spirits, and I immediately raced to excitedly hug Sarah where she was dancing with a couple of my other girlfriends.

”You look soooooo beautiful!” Sarah exclaimed, our boobs squishing together as she hugged me affectionately. She looked absolutely gorgeous herself, with her curled blonde hair framing a face that was, simply put, angelic. She had some of the greatest tits I had seen on a girl, not as large as mine but full and firm and perfectly shaped. Her long black-and-white dress showed ample cleavage and clung to her slender waist and protruding butt, covering her body but leaving little to the imagination. ”Who’s the hunk?” she asked me, nodding suggestively at Josh next to me.

”I’m Josh,” my cousin responded, smiling with irresistible confidence.

I quickly realized Josh didn’t need my help: he was a sociable, laid-back guy, and after a couple of drinks he was very pleasant and lively company, and what with first Kim and now Sarah drooling over him and Josh not seeming to mind I soon decided I should probably leave him alone for a now. From the corner of my eye I saw him give a long look after me as I walked away, but I didn’t make much of it.

After dancing with a couple of my friends for a while I discovered there was a huge, strong punch with pineapple juice and slices of melon. It tasted really good and I had another cup immediately after the first. It didn’t take long before I was all smiles and laughs and the music sounded amazing, and I danced some more.

At some point I was upstairs on the balcony overlooking the living room, and that’s when I crashed into Jackson. He was a guy from my class, handsome with dark eyes and black hair, and pretty buff. He had a bit of a bad-boy image, but that felt exciting to me right there.

”Hey babe,” he said with swagger in his voice, his hand suddenly on my back. He wasn’t a tall guy, but I felt tiny close to him.

”Heyyy Jackson,” I cooed, feeling pretty light-headed.

I rocked my body to the music, enjoying Jackson’s admiring gaze on me. Next to us a couple was sloppily making out against the rail while downstairs everybody was dancing, laughing and yelling. Jackson started dancing next to me, his hand on my back, petting me lightly. His confident presence close to me felt pleasant.

I’m not sure I had ever had that much to drink. The alcohol was making me really brave; otherwise I probably would’ve been afraid. I had never even kissed a guy and I had learned to be wary of their attempts, especially in parties, as I knew what they all were after. Now, though, I didn’t seem to care.

Before I knew what was happening Jackson was leading me by the hand, downstairs, through the crowd and then outside. He took me around the house to sit on the stairs of the backyard porch. His hands were upon me and I responded drunkenly, my small hands on his beefy biceps.

I’m kinda… not sure about this.

His face was getting closer to mine and I instinctively turned my head, simply wishing not to be that close to him. His hand was behind my neck and he tried to turn my head to face him.

”Jackson, no…” I said quietly, not very comfortable anymore.

”You’re so beautiful babe,” he said, his breath smelling of beer.

I felt his hand on my belly, moving towards my breast, and I tried to squirm away from him but he pulled me closer.

”Stop!” I said a bit too loudly. Everything felt like it was happening really fast.

”Come on babe, don’t worry,” he coaxed. ”You have amazing boobs!”

I knocked his hand off before he could touch my chest, but it returned immediately.

”Stop!” I squeaked again.

He wouldn’t listen and suddenly he was cupping my breast, squeezing it in the palm of his hand through my dress. I didn’t know what to do and my scared, drunken reaction was to slap him on the face.

”What the fuck?” he roared, suddenly angry.

Before I knew it he pushed me and I fell on my back on the porch, knocking my head on the planking. In a blink I was in panic, crying, my cheeriness gone.

”HEY FUCKFACE!” there was a shout.

Jackson turned. ”What the fuck do you want, asshole?” he threatened arrogantly. ”Fuck off!”

”Don’t you FUCKING touch her ever again,” Josh shouted, jumping up on the porch and giving Jackson a shove on the chest, knocking him a few steps back.

”I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” Jackson yelled. People were running outside to see what was going on.

I had never in my life seen Josh so angry. He threw a raging punch at Jackson’s face, so fast and hard Jackson had no time to react. Spitting blood he roared in pain and fury, stumbling back against the rail, Josh following him, striking him again and again and again, Jackson desperately trying to defend himself, until his arms dropped limp and he tumbled over the rail down onto the grass.

It was over in five seconds.

**********

The next thing I knew Josh was holding me.

”Are you okay?” he asked hoarsely. ”Did he hurt you?”

”I’m… I’m fine,” I said meekly.

Josh looked up. ”Can we have some privacy, PLEASE?” he addressed the small crowd that had gathered outside and they scattered, most returning inside and someone going to check on Jackson lying on the grass behind the porch.

I felt immensely relieved and I started crying again just from that, pressing my head against Josh’s chest as he held me in his arms. I felt small and weak, but safe.

”Th– thanks,” I whispered.

”It’s okay,” he said, and I believed him.

We stayed like that for a long while, Josh holding me, caressing my back and stroking my hair. I didn’t seem to have any needs right then and there; I was completely content just being there in his arms.

After a time that could’ve been an hour Josh stood up and took my hand, pulling me to stand against him, my head against his neck.

”Come, let’s go back inside,” Josh offered, wiping the tears from my face. ”Maybe we can still turn this night into something good.” He smiled hopefully. I couldn’t believe anyone could be so strong.

**********

We returned to the party to find the atmosphere had changed quite a bit. Someone had dimmed the lights and changed the music. In the living room there were several couples making out on the dancefloor, a girl sleeping on a couch next to them and a group of guys speaking solemnly about something in the corner.

The sound system was playing Michael Bolton’s When a Man Loves a Woman.

”Heee’ll trade the world, for the gooood thing he’s fooouund,” he sang.

I smiled. There was something beautiful about the moment.

”Come dance with me,” Josh said, taking me by the hand.

We joined the couples, holding each other and swaying together to the music. Josh’s hand was on the small of my back, ever so slightly pulling me against him. I leaned on his chest and let him lead.

”Tryyying to hold on, to yyyyoour prrecious looove,” Michael Bolton sentimentalized.

Josh pulled me just a little bit closer, our hips pressing together. It was a very sensual feeling.

Soon the song ended and another began: Kygo’s Firestone. One of the other couples left somewhere, walking hand in hand.

”Feel the chaaange in mee tonight,” Conrad Sewell began to sing.

I did feel something had changed. The guy – no, the MAN holding me in his arms was my cousin in name, but… he felt like something else right then. Something… more.

”So take me uup, take me higher, there’s a wooorld not faar from here,” the singer continued.

There was a whole new world almost within reach. I could feel it in my heart. Fate was showing us the way.

”We can dance in desire, or we can burn in love tonight,” the singer went on.

There was desire in our rhythm and I could already sense a fire burning within me.

”You’re the best,” I whispered in Josh’s ear.

Josh pressed his head on top of mine meaningfully.

”You’re the best thing I’ve got,” I emphasized. I truly meant it, and I knew they were big words.

With two fingers under my chin he lifted my head up and looked straight at me. His eyes were the colour of ice but so very warm. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and remained silent.

”Our hearts are liiiike firestones, and when they striiike, we feel the loooveee.”

”Josh…” I pleaded, though I didn’t know for what.

”I…” he began. His eyes were moist and there were so many words in them, so much emotion…

Do it Josh… Please… Do it…

He looked at my lips and at my eyes again. His hands were in my hair. I closed my eyes. Every cell in my body was screaming for him to…

Kiss me.

Josh pressed his hot mouth against mine and as our lips melted into each other so did my spine, turning into warm lava. I basically died in his arms. He pulled me into it, his lips intertwining into mine in a bath of hot, succulent flesh, our bodies against each other. I met his confident kiss tenderly, my lips surrendering to his and kissing him back. I didn’t KNOW how to do it but it didn’t matter, what mattered was being so close to him, so intimately connected, closer than we had ever been.

I had absolutely no idea how long we had kissed when our lips finally parted. I dared open my eyes and found Josh staring at me. I met his eyes, and just then he smiled. I smiled back.

”Hayley,” Josh said. ”I love you.”

Hearing him say my name and those words awoke something within me. Something that had always been there, but… had been out of reach, somehow. It came out of nowhere but it felt so true and right.

”I love you too,” I whispered.

I had dreamed of the moment I would for the first time hear and say those words, and the dream come true made my heart flutter and my mind fill with all that was beautiful.

Josh kissed me again. I felt really warm, and so did Josh against me. With each kiss he gave my lips a lick with his tongue, and soon I instinctively began to meet his tongue with mine. The intimate contact sent shivers down my spine and made my head spin, unlocking more emotions inside of me I never knew existed. As our tongues and lips rubbed against each other Josh’s hand on the small of my back pulled our hips together, causing a flush of warmth under my lower abdomen.

I never wanted the moment to end. I feared it would end, I feared it would never come again. I found myself kissing him more hungrily and my embrace pulling him closer, wanting him right then and there while I still had the chance. As we kissed and embraced Josh’s hips undulated against me and I felt something stiff against my belly.

I’m giving him a boner, I thought, and I liked the thought.

I broke the kiss and took Josh’s hand. Looking him in the eyes we seemed to share an understanding.

”I want to be alone with you,” I whispered in his ear.

”Come,” was his response.

We left the living room, stepping over a guy who had passed out on the carpet in the vestibule and exited the house. We walked hand in hand, stopping at least a dozen times to kiss once more. The way home seemed to take forever but it didn’t matter when Josh was with me. Forever with him wasn’t that bad.

Our parents were sleeping and not even Neb bothered to get up and welcome us when we got home. We took off our shoes and sneaked up the stairs and into my room, closing the door behind us.

Josh immediately took me in his arms, pressing me against the wardrobe as his mouth found mine again, our lips parting and tongues dancing a dance that was prelude to another. His hands were on my back, going lower until they found my ass. He squeezed it through my dress, then slipped under my dress and felt my naked buttocks in his palms. His hands felt really hot. I could tell he liked feeling me up: I began to feel his boner against me again.

There was an intense warmth inside my lower belly and between my thighs and I knew I wanted more. Soon Josh’s hands were fingering the tie of my dress and I helped him with it, letting my beautiful dress fall to the floor. He tore off his shirt, revealing his toned and tanned upper body, and resumed kissing me.

His fingers began playing with the hook of my bra, and though the thought of exposing my breasts frightened me a little, I wanted Josh to see and enjoy my body. My bra came off and Josh broke the kiss to stare at my boobs.

”Oh my God,” he whispered hoarsely, his hands traveling up my sides to caress my breasts. ”Your tits are unbelievable.”

His touch on my breasts felt great and I moaned approvingly as he massaged them in his hands, pretty happy about myself what with how excited he seemed to be over them.

”Josh… that feels great,” I panted as he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

”Can I…” he left his question open.

I let out a whine, wanting him to continue.

He leaned down and kissed my left nipple, causing me to shiver in anticipation. His mouth felt really hot on my sensitive areola, and when he closed his lips around my nipple and gently sucked, his tongue rubbing around it, I trembled all over from the sweet sensation and felt another rush of heat between my legs. He took his sweet time, licking and sucking on my nipples in turns while his fingers rubbed the other. I tried to keep my moans quiet but damn, it felt amazing having Josh suck on my tits.

After a while Josh picked me up like I was a feather and lay me down on the lower bunk bed, coming on top of me to kiss me. Through his denim shorts his bulge pressed against me and I found myself hoping he had no pants on. He began to kiss down my body, pausing at my chest and continuing lower, down my flat stomach, on my lower belly, approaching my panties. I felt hotter and hotter and my pussy was begging for touch.

Again the thought of another person seeing my nakedness felt a tiny bit uncomfortable, but above that I wanted to reveal myself completely to Josh; I wanted him to see every secret my body hid and show me how much I could enjoy them with him.

He pulled my panties down my thighs and finally threw them on the floor, staring between my legs at my revealed pussy. It might’ve felt weird, but the look on his face told me he absolutely loved what he saw.

”I can’t believe this,” Josh whispered. ”Everything about you is so beautiful.”

I couldn’t believe what was happening either. Even more than that I couldn’t believe how right it felt.

He kissed around my thighs and my groin, avoiding my slit, driving me crazy with lust until he, finally, planted his warm lips against my pussy, causing me to jerk from surprising pleasure.

”Oh my Gooooood,” I whispered as he began to tenderly French kiss my pussy, his perfectly soft lips and tongue caressing all my most sensitive spots, his tongue slipping between my lips and gliding through the length of my slit, pausing to tease my clit and then going back down. The feeling was mind-blowing; my friends had told me it felt amazing when their boyfriends licked their pussy but no descriptions could’ve prepared me for this. I was in seventh heaven having my pussy kissed for the first time.

Josh stopped to kiss the entrance of my vag, then wriggled his tongue a bit of the way inside, waking an instinctive need in me to have something bigger enter me. His tongue was replaced by a finger, and I sighed from satisfaction as it penetrated me while his mouth found my clit again, his tongue circling it slowly and sweetly.

”Ohhhhh myyy Gooooood,” I repeated, becoming absolutely lost in the overwhelming pleasure given by Josh’s mouth and finger. I grabbed the sheets for something to hold on to and undulated my hips against his face, Josh humming approvingly of my responses. He pressed his tongue flat against me and really bathed my clit with it, the soft, warm, wet texture of his tongue against my incredibly sensitive pleasure button feeling unbelievably perfect. Inside me his finger rubbed the top of my vag, hitting me just right and causing a wonderful orgasm to build up within me.

Just when I was nearing the point of no return Josh stopped, his mouth venturing even lower between my legs, under my pussy and… he kissed my asshole, causing me to jump. A part of me was afraid it would taste funny, but the feeling was really exciting and I relaxed again as his tongue began to lap at it, licking up and down over it and probing against it. Just the idea of what he was doing was such a turn-on. My tiny, pink asshole hidden between my buttocks was basically the most secret spot of my body, and Josh was kissing it lovingly, caressing the sensitive skin around it with his tongue. It felt so intimate, like an ultimate display of trust, to let him kiss me there.

Then, he left my ass, placing two fingers on the entrance of my pussy and slowly pushing them inside, causing me to shiver from the sweet sensation of being filled. His mouth resumed its place on my clit and he started massaging me with his tongue and fingers until I thought I would lose my mind from the pleasure. My enjoyment grew and grew until I had serious difficulty keeping my voice down and I basically humped against his face, completely lost in the moment. Josh kept caressing my girlie parts, the sweet sensations in my loins building into what felt like would be the best orgasm of my young life.

Having Josh lovingly lick and finger me as my pleasure took over me was something out of this world. An inconceivable orgasm exploded in my pussy and I whined in an erratic voice, pressing my pussy against his face, his tongue rubbing my clit and making me cum endlessly. I felt my vag clench around his fingers as my orgasm pulsed inside of me, waves of my climax spreading from my pussy through my body and making me tremble in ecstasy.

Josh kept caressing me as I came, keeping me on the peak for the longest time, his soft kisses on my pussy finally gently bringing me down. Eventually he squirmed from between my legs to lie next to me, took my head in his hands and kissed me. My head still in the clouds I responded to his kiss, allowing his tongue in my mouth and welcoming it with mine. His mouth tasted funny.

”Oh my God,” I repeated for the third time, breaking into a beaming smile.

Josh looked really proud of himself as he smiled back at me.

”You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” he whispered, giving me another kiss.

I felt like the luckiest girl, too, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. Not while Josh wasn’t satisfied. With my hand I felt down his abdomen while we kissed, finally reaching the bulge and grabbing it. Josh gasped in my mouth. I felt his cock through his shorts, unbelieving the size of it. Of course, I had never touched a cock, but still… Josh’s felt huge. I tried to open his zipper but after fidgeting with it for a while I gave up, and started going down Josh’s body.

”Hayley,” Josh moaned as I kissed his lower abdomen, a bit unsure with my movements. Finally reaching his denim shorts I unbuttoned them and began pulling them off together with his underwear.

”Oh!” I exclaimed as his cock sprang free, hitting me on the cheek.

Wow.

His penis looked huge, pretty long and thick as three of my slim fingers together. I stared at it in astonishment before I realized I was in the middle of something and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Faced with Josh’s cock again I was uncertain how to proceed. I mean, I had heard and read a lot but actually having a penis inches from my face… the shape and size of it, the scent, the warmth emanating from his body, it was so enticing and frightening at the same time. I was surprised to find him completely shaved, just like I was. Maybe it was because he swam competitively.

Tentatively I coiled my fingers around the shaft, pulling gently on the foreskin to expose the crown of Josh’s penis. It was purple and pink and somehow looked really sensitive. I gave his cock a few light strokes, feeling its weight in my small hand. It felt really fascinating how the skin covering it was so soft, but under it the thing was hard as a rock. Josh groaned as I studied his dick, and I wondered if he would like what I was going to do next.

I, of course, knew about blowjobs and my girlfriends had told me how much their boyfriends loved certain techniques, so I had a pretty good idea of what to do. Still, I was a bit afraid I wouldn’t do well.

I placed my lips on the tip of his cock to kiss it, then let my lips part to glide over the head of his penis, allowing it within my mouth. Josh immediately heaved a sigh. Encouraged, I took a couple more inches in my mouth, careful not to let my teeth scrape against his dick. I examined his glans with my tongue, tasting it and exploring its shape. The taste was salty and kind of pleasant, really.

Josh was certainly enjoying it. I had never seen him like that, huffing and panting and groaning, his hips undulating to meet my mouth. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I had enjoyed his efforts between my legs, and I started to really suck on his cock, sliding my lips up and down over his the head and shaft. With my hand I grabbed the base of his dick, stroking it in rhythm with my mouth. My long hair kept falling on my face, and when Josh noticed, he gathered it in his hand and gently held it aside to allow me to unrestrictedly suck on his penis.

I couldn’t believe I was giving my first blowjob, or the fact that it was my cousin’s cock I was sucking! He whimpered as I sucked on him, almost like he was crying, and I felt really powerful being able to cause that. Gaining confidence I began to use my tongue as well, bathing the head of his penis in wet caresses while keeping up the stroking and bobbing up and down. It took a lot of focus but his groans and the trembling of his body were more than enough reward.

”Hayley…” Josh moaned. ”If you don’t stop I’m going to…”

Wanting it to last more than thirty seconds I stopped for a while, pulling back his foreskin and giving the head of his cock kisses all over while his breathing settled. Once I was sure he had calmed down enough, I resumed.

I dived back down, taking a good half of his penis within my mouth and wrapping my tongue around it. I sucked up and down, massaging his shaft with my tongue as it slid through my lips, paying special attention to the underside of his glans, where I knew guys had a very sensitive spot.

”Hayley, that feels… fucking… amazing,” Josh moaned.

I started to stroke his silky foreskin again, simultaneously caressing the fleshy crown of his penis with my lips and tongue. With my other hand I cupped his balls. I wanted to give him the best orgasm of his life; I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given me. My jaw was starting to ache what with how fat his cock was, but I ignored the feeling, keeping up my bobbing in his lap, sucking, stroking and fondling his penis and balls, my saliva running down his shaft.

”I’m going to…” Josh moaned. ”Hayley, I’m gonna…. Oh God…”

I pleasured him as best as I could, feeling his orgasm approaching as the throbbing in his shaft became more forceful. When I felt his balls clench in my palm I knew he was going to spurt soon. I knew guys loved it best when girls swallowed so there was no question: I would let Josh cum in my mouth. Josh tensed and held his breath. I hummed approvingly, expecting a flood of cum any second.

Suddenly I felt a flush of salty liquid on my tongue, and Josh groaned heavily.

I made him cum! Josh is cumming in my mouth! I thought, the mere idea making my pussy tingle.

I kept sucking on his penis, lovingly licking around the sensitive glans as his warm semen sprayed against the insides of my cheeks. In the grip of my hand I could feel the pulses, his seed traveling from his balls and up his shaft until it was released in my mouth. I slowed down as I knew that felt best for him, taking my sweet time sucking my way up and down his twitching penis while he kept ejaculating, Josh grunting with every salty wave he poured on my tongue. I was so happy and proud of myself being able to make him cum I would’ve smiled if it wasn’t for my mouth being full of his cock and cum.

I had to swallow a bit before I choked, and was surprised by the neutral, and somehow, sexy taste of his semen. There was still more coming out and I eagerly gulped down the rest he gave me, licking off the last few drops from the tip of his penis. It was such an acceptive and loving gesture, somehow, swallowing his cum.

Meanwhile Josh was catching his breath, and when I finally released his cock he relaxed, collapsing on the bed. I scooted up next to him, watching his facial expressions, pretty damn satisfied with myself.

”Holy shit!” Josh finally exclaimed, incredulous.

A lot had happened really fast, and part of me wondered why had we waited this long. I hoped Josh had no qualms about having received a blowjob from his cousin. I knew I had none, not over anything.

”Holy…” he sighed again.

”You liked thaaat?” I purred.

”Uh huh,” he panted. ”She never…”

It wouldn’t have surprised me if he was trying to say his bitch of an ex had always made him lick her pussy, but had never sucked his dick. Josh put his arms around me and embraced me, holding on to me like I was the most precious thing in the world.

I felt pretty exhausted by then, and in moments I fell asleep in Josh’s arms, my dreams sweet and peaceful all night long.

**********

I woke up feeling really good, which was a surprise considering how much I had had to drink last night. Then again I had always been a morning person. We were spooning, and Josh’s morning boner was comfortably lodged between my buttocks. I nuzzled my ass against him, his cock slipping between my thighs to nestle against my pussy. I sighed as I felt a new rush of heat between my legs. Josh and I had never been this close physically.

The head of his penis was peeking from between my thighs, and I poked it gingerly. Josh made a voice, still sound asleep. Just the idea of his cock being against my pussy had me really hot, and when I began instinctively undulating my hips, grinding my slit against the rigid shaft of his penis, soft moans escaped my lips.

His shaft slid through my pussy cleft, rubbing my clit and making the length of my slit slippery with the nectar oozing from my opening. I pressed the head of his penis against me with my hand and started rocking my hips, massaging his penis with my pussy and rubbing my clit on his shaft, pretty quickly losing myself in the pleasure.

”Uhhh,” Josh moaned, his hand reaching to grab my breast and play with a nipple. I guess I had woken him up.

With a clear plan of action in my head I stopped and turned around to give him a quick kiss, then rolled on top of him.

”Hayley… What are you doing?” Josh groaned sleepily. ”We shouldn’t.”

I ignored him. I realized I had needed this for a long time, and there was no doubt in my mind it was the right thing to do. I doubted we were ever going to get a chance as good as this, and I was convinced we had to seize it.

”Josh… YES, we should,” I emphasized.

I straddled him and held his cock straight up with my hand. I came to think this position was probably pretty good for my first time, since Josh’s cock was rather big and I had a tiny pussy, and this way I’d be able to control it. I lowered myself until our bodies connected, the slit between my thighs kissing the tip of his cock.

”I can’t believe this,” Josh panted. ”Hayley…”

I nestled his cock between my lips and against my opening. I was really wet, and I imagined my soft and slick pussy lips allowed for a very pleasurable entrance for Josh as I lowered myself further, the head of his dick suddenly slipping inside of me.

”Owwwww,” I winced. It hurt a little bit, but not enough to stop me.

Frowning in mild discomfort I sat down really slowly, relishing the feeling of Josh’s thick cock spreading the compressed walls of my pussy as I took it deeper within me, inch by inch, until finally the tip of his penis pressed against the bottom of my no-longer virginal vagina. I had feared it wouldn’t fit, but when the lips of my cunt nuzzled on Josh’s groin, I was happy knowing the whole of his sizeable penis was inside my petite pussy.

”Oh… my… God…” Josh panted as I sat there, getting used to the intruder in me.

There was a beautiful carnal satisfaction about it, having Josh’s sex organ connected with mine. More than satisfied, though, I felt absolutely stuffed. The sensation was unlike anything I had felt before. It felt like his cock was stretching my tiny vag to a new size, and the head of his penis within me seemed to reach my belly.

Once I felt I was used to the sensation I squatted up and settled back down, squatted up and settled down, the friction between my folds and his shaft birthing hot electric shocks within my pussy, making me shiver from a rising enjoyment which rapidly took over my senses. I kept riding his cock without thinking, lifting my ass and pressing it against his hips and enveloping his fat cock in my pussy again and again, my pleasure increasing uncontrollably until a dizzying orgasm began to explode in my pussy.

”I can feel you coming,” Josh whispered, almost like he didn’t believe it.

I just sat there completely full of Josh, overwhelmed by an orgasm that was different from any I had ever had. I could feel my vag gripping and releasing Josh’s penis as the pleasure surged deep between my legs; I could feel it pulse inside me where my cervix and his glans kissed; I could even feel my asshole contracting rhythmically. I ground my crotch against Josh to prolong the feeling until it, unfortunately, eventually exhausted me, and I collapsed on top of him.

I can’t believe we’ve waited so long into our teenage years before doing this. We’ve missed so much…

Coming down from my climax I realized something. Despite the fact that I was on birth control (being able to skip periods was almost a necessity as a cheerleader) we had omitted a condom, which I had always thought I would use for my first time.

I guess it doesn’t matter though. The idea of something between us seems wrong, anyway, I reassured myself.

I also realized Josh hadn’t had an orgasm yet, so the whole procedure was still very much uncomplete. I felt really tired though.

”Can I…” Josh left the question open. I gave him a kiss and nodded.

He pulled out of me and turned me on my back, climbing on top of me. He kissed me lovingly, and as we kissed I felt his penis pressing against my slit, finally gliding within my pussy once more, my velvet engulfing his steel. Somehow it felt very different now that he was doing the penetrating, and I gasped in his mouth when my vag was full of his cock again, his balls resting against my asshole.

Josh started pushing into me with deep strokes, pulling nearly all out and sliding it back all the way, hitting the bottom of my cavity. He kissed my mouth, my neck and my ears as he fucked me, huffing and panting and moaning from his own enjoyment. The idea that it felt very pleasurable for Josh to fuck my young pussy was very fulfilling to me, and I instinctively opened my legs wider, allowing him free access to the recesses of my girlie parts.

Despite my fatigue Josh’s steady strokes awakened another approaching orgasm in me. The sensation of my pussy stretching around his cock as he pushed in me and closing as he pulled out; the sensation – and the idea – of being fucked by my beloved hot cousin; the sensation of our bodies being one inside another, merged by our genitals, it all was too much for me, and I started helplessly cumming again, feeling my quivering pussy squeezing Josh’s shaft with each wave of a blissful, heavenly orgasm.

”I’m gonna…” Josh panted in my ear. ”Hayley, can I…”

”Yes!” I gasped, squirming under his weight with my climax still vibrating through my body.

His cock felt massive in the orgasmic embrace of my snug pussy, and just then I felt it spasming like crazy. I started cumming immediately again when I felt a flush of warmth against the bottom of my pussy, knowing it was Josh’s cum.

Oh my Goooood… he’s coming inside of me…

His face a frown and his eyes closed Josh rocked his hips, moving his pulsating penis within my tight teen pussy as he ejaculated deep inside my petite body. I could sense how good it felt for him to cum in me and that just heightened my own climax. His huge cock twitched in the squeeze of my tiny vag, the intimate union of our bodies between our legs throbbing as we both orgasmed, Josh’s sperm passing from him into me. He flooded my young pussy with it, making me feel absolutely and completely stuffed; it felt like between my thighs I was full to the brim with Josh and his cum.

It was all just perfect. If there was a carnal satisfaction before, now it was complete. Josh had inseminated me. I felt a tingle of fear, but I trusted the pills.

Everything is just so… perfect.

Josh finally relaxed to lie on top of me. I gave him a kiss and let him rest there. I loved feeling his weight on top of me: it made me feel small but protected.

We can never go back.

”I love you,” I said quietly, repeating the significant words once more.

”I love you too, Hayley,” Josh whispered, kissing my ear.

**********

There was a sudden yell, ”BREAKFAST!” waking me up from my slumber.

We got up hastily, a slight panic taking over. There was a knock on the door and I literally jumped, leaping back into the bed to hide under the covers.

My mom spoke through the door, ”I’m saying this one last time, come and eat breakfast before I make you sorry!”

We threw on the first clothes we could find and hurried downstairs.

As we ate half-cold pancakes I could feel Josh’s cum dripping from my pussy, flowing between my buttocks and making a wet spot under my ass. It tickled like crazy, but with dad sitting at the head of the table there was no way I could relieve it. I tried to just squeeze my thighs together and that helped a bit.

Then there was the guilt. Sitting at the table felt like I was being accused of some horrible crime, though my dad was just casually reading his newspaper and mom was putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

I found the courage to glance at Josh. He smiled happily at me.

”You’re crazy,” I said.

”What’s that?” dad asked.

”Nothing.”

A smile crept on my face as well and suddenly my guilt was gone. I grinned at Josh like we shared a secret, which we did.

Why should something so beautiful be wrong?

”You guys had fun last night?” mom asked.

I kept myself from laughing, but I imagined my smile was rather beaming when I answered, ”Ohhyeahh.”

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