I posted this story some years ago on another site. It got some good reviews then, I’m hoping it will get some good reviews here too. Enjoy!
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When they were younger she wanted to be called Sam. She was such a tomboy back then, always hanging out with the guys and trying to prove just how tough and cool she was. They were the best of friends up until about ninth grade when they both began coming into themselves and growing apart. She became a bit more girly and he became SO awkward around her. Eventually their time became limited to occasional get-togethers that their parents dragged them to and birthday parties. His mother had been the bridesmaid in her parents wedding, so their families were very close. They were so close that his mom made him call her mother Auntie Rita. In fact, up until Junior High he didn’t even know that they weren’t related. By the time of High School graduation he hadn’t seen her in months and was actually trying to avoid having to go to her graduation party so he found excuses where he could and before he knew it college was reality.
It was a warm early-September morning, the sunlight peaked in through his shades and he rustled around a while trying to fall back to sleep. Click, click, clackity-clack, click. The sound of his roommate on his computer was the only obstacle between him and sleeping tillnoon. Reluctantly he rolled out of bed, giving up any hope of being lazy on the last day before classes.
“Morning!” His roommate greeted him, way to enthusiastically for what time it was.
“…yeah…” he sorta grumbled thinking that this may not be a good year for staying up late.
He did some stretches to try to get the blood pumping through his body.
“So what’re your plans today?” the early bird asked nosily.
“Ummm… I don’t know, walk around for a while and maybe meet some people. There’s gotta be some of my kinda people around here. Last night was so boring. Those guys from our floor are like walking stereotypes. Every one of them was way too into computers, Star Trek, the Hobbit, and RPG’s. I need to go meet some people with my tastes.”
“You know, someone who can appreciate a good jam band and owns a water bong.”
“Ooh. Those types. I didn’t think those types went to college. I thought they stayed in their parent’s basement unemployed and stoned for another ten years until their parents threaten to break their Phish albums.”
He just shook his head and kept quiet. If he’s gonna share a room with this kid it will be in their best interest to not fight over silly things. The roommate closed his laptop and opened up a book. He just sat there on his bed looking out his window, thinking about life, and wondering who he could buy a bag from before the night was over.
The room was very quiet for a while, until the phone rang and both kids almost jumped out of their seats. He jumped up and grabbed it quickly, thinking that it might be one of his boys, maybe in the neighborhood and looking to go for a “ride”.
“Yeah?” he spoke hopefully.
“Oh wow! Hi. Didn’t expect you to call me. How’d you get this number?”
“That figures, she’s always trying to get us to hang out.”
“No. It’s no bother. I was totally awake and just thinking about what I’m going to do today.”
“No. No, I’m not busy at all actually, just the opposite.”
“Tonight? Yeah I’m free. But I don’t see why, I thought you were out of state now. Miss Ivy League, right?”
“Oh, shit I’m sorry. That sucks. Well your mom does have point about cost though. Plus you can always transfer after a couple years and still get your degree from there.”
“Well yeah. That sounds like fun.”
“Okay.Nine o’clock. See you then.”
He hung up the phone and started unpacking his nice shirts, looking for something to wear.
“So who was that? Sounds like you have a hot date. I thought you said you didn’t have a girlfriend?”
“Oh… no. That was my cousin Sam. We’re going to hang out later, that’s all.”
“C’mon. You’re trying to tell me that was a guy? You were totally flirting.”
“First of all Sam is short for Samantha and second of all I was NOT flirting.”
“So Samantha’s your cousin? Is she hot?”
“Well… She’s not REALLY my cousin. Our families are really close and we grew up together that’s all.”
“Oh, I see. So… have you two, like, been… together, at all?”
“No.” He just shook his head, trying to convince himself more than his roommate that there was absolutely nothing between them. But as he picked out his nice shirt and started thinking back to all the times they played together, all the times they got dirty together, all the times they were sooo close to each other. And especially that one afternoon they played an innocent little childhood game together. They were barely matured, but it wasn’t the thoughts of her body that got his heart racing, it was the thoughts of the intimacy, that closeness they shared, that was what he still felt. It was like he had to catch his breath all over again, as she quickly pulled her pants back up asking to “see his…”
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Here he was, hours later, sitting in her dorm room, awkward as fuck and trying to think of a conversation piece. It was like when you walk into a music store and can’t think of a single band you like, just to walk out empty handed. He tried not to stare, so instead he just looked down at the half-full Coors light bottle in his hand, but he found his eyes going back to her again and again, tracing the outline of her body; almost tasting her skin with his eyes.
When had she become so beautiful? Her short pigtails had become long flowing strawberry-blonde hair with pink ribbons in it. Her freckly face was smooth and beautiful. Her scrawny boyish body had transformed into a woman’s full curvy figure. She had filled out, her sides had just a little bit of plumpness to them, just enough to squeeze between two fingers. Her belly was still flat; though it stuck out just a little, and her butt was full and round- when she turned he couldn’t help but stare and almost drool. The one thing he had not expected to see were her large almost C cup breasts dangling in front of him, taunting him, daring him to peak into her cleavage whenever she reached down. She was wearing a black tank top, blue jeans and Vans sneakers. Since when had casual looked so good?
“So how’s your roommate?” she asked trying to break the stale silence they sat in.
“Ah… I dunno. He’s kind of, kind of a shut in. He spends a lot of time on the internet and reading books, and he doesn’t drink or … or anything like that.”
“That’s not too bad. At least you know he won’t keep you up all night.”
“I guess, yeah. How about you?”
“Oh she’s awesome. She brought that little fridge over there and knows an upperclassman who filled it for us. She’s really nice. She’s way artsy though. She showed me these photographs that she took, and I was just like ‘Oh, wow. Creative.’” They both eased the atmosphere with a laugh. “I couldn’t tell what it was at all!”
“That’s funny. Mine got so excited just because a girl called. You should have seen him giving me twenty questions. I was just like ‘Calm down it’s just my cousin.”
The two talked and laughed for as long as it took to finish the rest of the beers in the fridge. When he finished the last one he just looked at Samantha, Cousin Sam, and gave a ‘Now what?’ gesture with an upside-down beer bottle.
She got up and went over to her school issued bureau. She opened the top drawer and fumbled around, obviously trying to find something tucked away. He saw her rifle through her panty drawer, her back to him, butt swaying as her arm moved this way and that. He caught a glimpse of a hot little pair of red lace panties. His jaw just dropped. He could only see her in those panties. He saw her almost bare ass wiggling for him showing off the sexy red lace she put on just for him. He imagined her tank top riding up as she bent slightly forward, revealing the small of her back. She was just sexy all over.
She turned and he snapped out of it. Her breasts bounced as she plopped back down with a Crown Royal bag in her hands.
“More liquor?” He asked with a grin.
“Not quite.” She responded. A sandwich baggie was tipped out of the bag along with a small glass pipe and a lighter.
“Nice!” He exclaimed thinking that maybe now he would finally be able to mellow out and feel al little more in control of his urges.
“You pack and I’ll pop in some music, ok?” She bent toward him, outstretching the paraphernalia. There they were again. Her supple breasts teased him. Her cleavage was mesmerizing and he found himself once again lost, and this time he was biting his lower lip.
“Sure…” he barely replied out loud.
She got up and browsed though her collection of burnt cd’s. He just kept his head down and got to task. He kept thinking, “Oh, this is so bad. I’m drunk and horny and she looks irresistible.”
The opening notes to the Grateful Dead’s Dark Star drifted in, and she shut off the cold sterile fluorescent lights and turned on a warm earthly-green light in a lamp by her bed. While she was near her bed she grabbed a hair tie from her desk and started putting her long red hair up. He peeked, not moving his head, just shifting his eyes, straining to see her without giving away his focus. He continued breaking up the weed like a fine musician without having to look, simply playing by feel. Her hands bunched up her thick beautiful hair revealing her luscious neck. How he would just love to… She finished and a few strands fell down and tickled her neck. She plopped back down in front of him and waited patiently for him to finish packing the bowl.
He finished and looked up at her – their eyes caught for a brief moment and it was like she could see his thoughts, like she could see how nervous he was, like she could see him fantasizing about her, like she could peer into his mind and pull out all those dirty moments when he was lying in bed years ago when his hand was precisely rubbing the head of his stiff dick, stimulated by thoughts of the two of them together, him reaching in to kiss her and her opening her mouth and massaging his tongue with hers… - the moment was gone before it even started.
She grabbed the bowl and lit it. They sat in a deep contemplative silence, the lullabies of the soft electric guitars in the background fading in and out. The bowl was finished and they both just enjoyed the high for a few minutes. The mood of the room was tender but apprehensive. He dared not look up at her again for fear of revealing more with his eyes.
She spoke, once again breaking the stale silence, “So how’s Auntie Cath?”
“I thought you already talked to her today?”
“Well, I did, just not about her. We mainly just talked about me and college… and you.”
“Oh. I guess she’s doing fine. I think she’s sad to have me out of the house, but she’ll be fine. I mean I’m not even an hour away, you know?”
“Yeah I get that too from my mom. She tried talking me out of going away for so long; I think when I received my financial aid papers and realized that I just couldn’t afford it she must have been celebrating in her head.”
On a somber note the room fell silent again.
She looked sad to him, sitting there on the floor of a dorm room she didn’t really want to be in. Her eyes looked a happy electric-green under the light but her lips almost seemed to pout. She was so beautiful. He wanted to move over to her and comfort her, holding her close. He wanted to make her feel better, but he didn’t know how.
“Hey, I’m sorry for not being around at graduation time. I was really busy, but I should have made time for you. I mean, you’re family – sorta – and that’s important.” It was the only thing he could think of.
He slid his body over closer so that he was sitting next to her but still facing her. She looked up, gave a half smile, and looked back down. From his angle he could easily see down her front. Her breasts begged to be touched and her neck to be kissed and sucked. He wanted badly to run his fingers through her silky red hair while caressing the back of her head. If only he could plant his lips on hers and tell her he loved her…
She looked up again, her eyes withholding, and she cautiously spoke, “Did you mean that comment earlier? The one about me being, ‘Just a cousin’. Is that the only way you think of me?”
His fingers became numb and his head spun. His heart pumped excited with fear. He didn’t know what to say or do, but just then her eyes met his, they comforted him while longing for reciprocation.
“Samantha?” His body shook as her hand intertwined with his. “I….” She rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. “… love you.”
They embraced, converging with a kiss. Her soft tender body pressing up against his, he made love to her mouth, massaging her lips with his. His tongue did not penetrate. One hand rubbed her back tenderly while the other caressed the back of her neck.
She was aggressive and wanted him badly. Her tongue broke in and licked the inside of his mouth. Fingers crept up his shirt, cooling his warm flesh and relaxing his entire body, her fingernails playfully scratching lightly. Their kiss was passionate and long. When they broke for a breath it seemed like hours had passed.
She climbed up on top of him and sat on his lap facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist. They just stared at each other, not believing reality.
“I have been thinking about you for so long…” he confessed.
“Me too. It seemed for a while like you were avoiding me and I got really sad. I’ve never been closer to anyone, and I don’t want to be. I want you.”
“S- s-am…” he muttered.
“What will our parents say?”
“I have no idea. I don’t really care.”
She put her fingers on his cheek and brought her mouth to his. They engaged in a steamy open mouth kiss while their hands ran along each others eager bodies. He followed her curves, all around her body. He ended just under her breasts, and then cupped them underneath squeezing gently. She moaned whilst still in his mouth, rocking her body slowly back and forth on his lap. Their mouths were a tangle of tongues and lips. She tasted so good. Her back and forth motion was getting him rock hard and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was inside her, commencing their love.
His lips brought their attention to her neck, nibbling at first, and then sucking. Her hand forcefully slid down his back and lifted up his shirt. She groped his strong back, taking in every muscle, every curve. His hands continued squeezing her breasts, soft then hard. Finally his fingers made their way to her nipples, pinching softly. She moaned uncontrollably.
She carelessly ripped off his shirt, breaking his spell on her. She then brought her mouth to his chest and began licking up and down his toned body, spicing things up with a kiss here and there while she continued swaying back and forth on his lap. He arched backward and held her head, running his fingers through her wild red hair. She had him so turned on he was practically bursting out of his pants.
She simultaneously pushed him flat on the floor and straightened herself, so that she was lying on top of him. They gazed into each others eyes finding truth and love. They embraced like reunited lovers. A single sweet tear rolled down her face then dripped onto his nose. For the first time in his life he was moved, really moved. He now knew why people looked at art and listened to poetry, it was for this moment. He never felt more human.
He took off her top and bra, tossing them aside without thought. Her full round stunning breasts were finally exposed to him. After all their taunting and teasing, after all his quick nervous glances down her cleavage, after all that, they were now his. He brought his mouth to one and began slowly sucking. He gently massaged her with his lips while playfully flicking her nipple with his tongue. One hand barely ran across her skin, sending shivers throughout her entire body. Her breath was long and deep with short shudders interrupting now and then. The other hand meticulously unbuttoned her jeans and folded back the opening to her white cotton panties with little red hearts all over. Fingers journeyed down between her jeans and panties making her tense up and buck forward in anticipation.
Not one to give up control easily, she quickly swung her entire body around so that she was now ‘upside down’. Her hands were so quick and accurate she had his pants off before he even knew what she was doing. She gripped his rock hard dick and jerked him off in long fast strokes that he thought was going to push him over the edge almost immediately.
He fumbled with her pants trying to get them as low as he could while her waist was right above his face. Those cute little cotton panties just stared down at him innocently, begging to become a prop in their dirty little affair. He ran the pad of his index finger over them, getting right between her lips.
“Uhhh… Ooooh.” she groaned.
Reacting to his playing dirty she plummeted her mouth down around his raging cock and began to suck like she was fucking him with her lips.
“Oh my god!” he let out.
He ripped her panties off and gave her bare ass a hard smack that echoed down the dorm hall. Both hands then parted her shaven lips and he began to tongue her passionately. First he plunged his tongue as far as it could go and sucked up all the juice that had built up, then he licked her clit furiously, like a tornado.
She licked all around the base of his shaft as she continued fucking him with her mouth. He spread her cheeks and made circles around her asshole, teasingly poking in very shallow, then immediately pulling out.
“So that’s what you want? You dirty boy. You want to fuck your cousin in the ass?” she pulled the dick out of her mouth long enough to say.
He breathed heavily and replied, “Oh yeah. More than anything.”
She wanted to get this boy so aroused he had no choice but to cum right away.
“OK. You can fuck me in the ass… if you can last till after I cum.”
He felt his stomach knot up. He was so close before, and now that the thought of fucking her ass had come to mind he didn’t know if he could last another second. He wanted to fuck her ass so bad he tried to hold it in as well as he could.
He licked her, slobbering all over her aroused clit like it was his last meal. His playful fingers were now simultaneously fingering her pussy and her ass. He worked her body bringing her closer and closer to climax.
She sucked his dick even faster now going deeper than ever before. His body reacted by thrusting into her, which would occasionally send his dick too far down her throat and make her gag.
Her thigh muscles clenched him inside her crotch and he knew she was close. Her ass would be his!
Just then she rapidly pumped down on him like a piston and suddenly he found himself unexpectedly cumming, shooting his warm salty liquid down her throat. Her tongue massaged the head of his dick, when he was done it cleaned him up. She came immediately after, finally releasing her juices into his mouth. He cleaned her thoroughly, inside and out.
She plopped down next to him, face to face but upside down. They both laid there for a few minutes eyes closed, unable to move or talk. Finally when her breathing had become normal she smiled and said to him:
“Better luck next time.”