I suppose this is two stories in one, in different stages in life, but they rely on each other to work. Took some time to write as I’ve been moving house. (But not with my cousin unfortunately. LOL)
I was sitting in my cousin Judy’s front room drinking coffee. It was the first time in many years that we had got together, since granddad’s funeral in fact. As we talked, reminiscing, it was as if nothing had changed in the intervening years except for the inevitable march of time. The spark of familiarity was still there between us. Not that surprising considering we had grown up together; only a few months separated our births. We had lived quite close to one another too; going to the same schools and even sometimes being in the same classes. Yes, the spark was still there except for the guilty secret in my heart.
As we talked I suddenly remembered something.
“It’s your birthday in a week or so isn’t it Ju?”
“Oh! So you do still remember despite not sending a card for over twenty years!!” She laughed.
“Didn’t know where to send one after you went abroad.” I mumbled a tad defensively.
“I know that you silly sod.” Judy grinned.
The thing that had been playing on my mind, my guilty secret, reared its head again.
“Jude, do you remember your eighteenth birthday party? The fancy-dress thing?” I asked tentatively.
“Some of it.” She sipped her coffee to cover her face flushing slightly red. “I got so tipsy a lot of it is still a blur.”
“As I recall that was something to do with being legally able to drink alcohol wasn’t it?”
“Same as you earlier in the year.” She retorted.
“I know, I know.” I shook my head sadly.
“Why bring that up now, over twenty years later?” She asked in puzzlement.
I went red and looked down at the carpet.
“Because there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you since then, but I’ve never had the courage.”
“So why tell me now, just as we’ve reconnected? If it’s so bad won’t it come between us again?”
“It might.” I admitted. “But I still think I want to tell you, I NEED to tell you.”
“All right,” Judy sighed, “tell me.”
* * *
I don’t remember now whose idea it was for Judy’s birthday party to be a fancy-dress do, with a theme of ‘St. Trinians’, but it was probably Gaynor, Judy’s best friend at the time. At first we boys thought it was a cracking idea, all our favourite girls in super-sexy school uniforms. But then we realised the dearth of male characters in all the ‘St. Trinians’ films; the fifteen of us who were invited couldn’t all go as ‘Flash Harry’. So we sat down together and swapped a few ideas over a beer or two. It was obvious later that we should have forgone the alcohol when we decided to go as schoolgirls ourselves; not the beautiful, worldly six-formers, but as the scruffy, warrior-like lower school, all hockey sticks, sticking plasters and battered straw hats. We saw sense later on and all joined up to go to the party, sticking together for mutual support.
The first thing that struck me as I entered the venue was how awesomely beautiful Judy looked. My cousin, who I’d grown up with and hardly thought of as a girl, more like another mate, was in fact stunningly attractive and one hell of a looker and I wondered why I’d never noticed before. I was so taken with this revelation that I spent a good portion of the party just watching her having fun with her friends and legally imbibing for the first time. I wasn’t drinking anywhere near as much as I had at my own party earlier in the year, mainly because I’d promised Judy’s parents that Gaynor and I would get Judy home as they were going away for a couple of nights, mainly to avoid a bunch of raucous teenagers celebrating their daughters birthday.
By ten o’clock I thought Judy was looking like she’d had too much alcohol, staggering a little, so I went and found Gaynor and told her I was taking Judy back to her house and could she find her own way home? Gaynor smiled, draped an arm over Barry, a fellow ‘lower school’ member, and said with a dazzling smile that she could manage with some help from her new friend.
I helped Judy out of the taxi and through her front door. To my surprise she seemed steadier on her feet now. I sat her down on the sofa.
“How are you feeling Ju?” I asked solicitously, wanting to know if would be all right to leave her alone.
“A little tipsy.” She replied. “And more than a little horny.” She added, a playful glint in her eye.
I suspect it was this, coupled with the fact that I wasn’t exactly sober myself, that led to what happened next. I felt suddenly compelled to kiss her, and not the normal, chaste, familial way. I crushed my lips to her luscious inviting mouth and was still surprised when Judy responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. Overcoming the amazement, I reacted by swirling my own tongue around hers. As we kissed long and hard like that my right hand found it’s way to her left tit and I gently massaged it Escort through her costume. Judy gave a little sound of disappointment as I broke the kiss, even though I left my hand where it was.
“You are horny, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yes,” she breathed, “aren’t you?” She fixed me with a stare that had broken me before.
“I am.” I replied, a little reluctantly.
“So what are we going to do about our mutual problem?” Judy gave me her biggest grin in years.
“I-I-I d-don’t know.” I stammered, more than a little stunned by what she seemed to be implying, and wondering who actually was the drunker one of the pair of us.
“Well I know what I’M going to do!” Judy declared, giving me a devil-may-care look that I’d grown up with and worried about. With that she leant forward and lifted the hem of my fancy-dress outfit with one hand and yanking down my underpants with the other, releasing my stiffening dick.
“WHA..!?” I exclaimed. “Jude…..” I was going to say this was wrong and we shouldn’t be doing this, but Judy wrapped her velvet-like lips around my suddenly rampant cock and in an instant I didn’t care whether it was wrong or not. She looked up at me, her hazel eyes shining in delight, her cheeks rosy and slightly bulging from my prick being sunk into her mouth, and I realised that I’d wanted this from the moment that I’d seen her in her ‘St. Trinians’ costume, maybe even before then. Judy pulled her head back and began to tease my helmet with her tongue. It was an exquisite torture that made me want to stuff my cock as far down her throat as it would go. I restrained myself from that and instead gently pushed her back onto the sofa.
“My turn Ju. It is YOUR birthday after all.” I told her in answer to her puzzled frown. I knelt before her and pushed up the costume skirt, running my hands up her stocking-clad thighs and beyond at the same time. I eased her out of her slightly damp panties to discover something that I had never suspected; cousin Judy shaved her pussy! In a trance I kissed those newly revealed lower lips, eliciting a shocked gasp from Judy, and then ran my tongue over this delightful place, poking it into the now moist slit, bringing a soft coo of appreciation. I licked and teased at her sweet cunt for a while, enjoying the way Judy writhed in increasing pleasure, until she grabbed my head and looked sternly at me.
“Enough with the tongue, I want cock and I want it now.”
I nodded, slightly turned on by hearing Judy use the word ‘cock’, and stood up, divesting myself of my costume at the same time. I was naked, my dick, now rock hard, was pointing obscenely at my beautiful cousins face. She smiled.
“Someone really wants this after all.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.” I said quietly.
“Well get on with it then.” She laughed.
I knelt once more, between her thighs, and was lining my cock up with her cunt when she wrapped her legs around me.
“Hold on. Give me a chance, you eager beaver.” I jokingly admonished her.
“Well stop shilly-shallying around then, slow-coach.” She laughed back.
As I gradually pushed into Judy’s pussy a momentary doubt assailed me once more, but the wonderful feeling as her cunt swallowed my dick made me forget it instantly.
“Oh, that’s good.” Judy exhaled as I slowly began to pump her.
“It definitely is.” I agreed, beginning to pant a little.
Judy gave a low moan of approval as I steadily quickened my pace. Her hands went to her tits and she began to rub then, further increasing her own pleasure. I was starting to sweat as I felt a tightening in my nuts.
“Ju, Jude, I’m gonna cum soon. I’ll pull out.” I gasped.
“Cum in me. I want your seed in me.” She gasped back.
“NO! Judy, let me pull out.” I cried out as she clenched her legs tightly around me. I tried to hold off but to no avail. I had no chance and all I could do was fill her pussy with my spunk. As I did, Judy orgasmed as well, her nails scraping down my back as her body tensed and then relaxed.
She lay back, purring in satisfaction, and I slumped down beside her, my mind ablaze with the delicious naughtiness of what we had just done. Judy rolled over onto her side, propped up on an elbow, to look at me. She seemed oblivious to the fact that her skirt was still rucked around her hips and that some of my cum was leaking from her pussy.
“What?” I said in response to her questioning stare.
“Can we do that again please?” She asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelids coquettishly.
I glanced down between my legs at my softening cock. There were signs of life, but not much.
“I dunno Jude, it might take a while.” I said dubiously.
“Oh, I can fix THAT.” She grinned, noting the direction of my glance. Sitting up properly, she slipped out of her skirt, blouse and bra, leaving her in only her shoes and stockings. She bent her head to my crotch and licked at my now hardening dick, tasting the juices from our recent exertions still on it.
“What an interesting combination.” She said.
“What Escort Bayan is?” I asked.
“Your jizz and my cum. They compliment each other ever so well.”
“They do? Let me have a taste.”
We switched around into a ’69’ position so that while Ju was busy reviving my cock with her mouth, I could lap at her pussy. Judy was right about the mixture of our juices, it did have an interesting taste, not that I was an expert at the time. We rolled over so that Jude was above me, still bobbing her head up and down on my now fully excited shaft. My tongue was busy investigating the fleshy folds of her cunt when I had an idea. I moved the angle of my head slightly and ran my tongue over Judy’s ass-hole. She jumped a little, startled by my touch in such a place. Grinning wickedly to myself I poked the tip of my tongue a little way into her smallest hole. This time she looked around from her industrious cock-sucking.
“That feels kind of…..different.” She murmured.
“Good different or bad different?” I asked.
“Well, not bad, just……different.”
“Should I stop?”
“No. Carry on for now.”
With that she went back to her oral stimulation of my now raging boner. Feeling that I’d been given free rein to continue toying with her ass I wet my forefinger and then eased it part-way into her cute little bum-hole. Judy said nothing, her mouth full of my dick, but she waggled her hips a bit, as if inviting me to probe further into her third orifice. Obligingly I pushed my finger deeper until it was in as far as it would go, while still licking at her pussy. We both seemed to have forgotten what Judy’s original intention was as we both continued to give each other oral pleasure. And then suddenly, while I had my mouth full of cunt, I felt myself spurting off again. Judy didn’t flinch and managed to gulp down the contents of my balls as it spewed into her mouth. As that was happening I felt the ring of her ass tighten around my still probing finger as she got off too.
Judy rolled off me and looked around, licking at some excess cum on her lips.
“That was great, but it’s not getting me fucked again is it?” She said with a grin.
Again I felt a tingle at her using the crudity.
“Sorry,” I said, “we got carried away, didn’t we?”
“Never mind. I’ll try again.” She said, once more dropping her head to my dick and enveloping it with those marvellous lips. It took her a little longer to get me rigid this time, but within a few minutes I was raring to go again. Judy sat up, and seemed to consider something for a moment. Then, to my surprise, she got down on all fours in front of me and provocatively wiggled her bum at me.
“What?” I asked, wondering what she intended.
“Take me from behind; I’ve heard it feels better.” She said over her shoulder.
“Oh! Is that all? Okay.” I must have sounded surprised.
“What’s the matter?” Jude asked.
“To be perfectly honest, I thought you were going to ask me to fuck your ass.”
“Do you want to?”
“Maybe. But it’s your birthday; you get to chose.”
I knelt behind her still waggling bottom and grabbed it, and then slid my cock into her welcoming pussy, leaning into a long, deep, but gentle thrust.
“You’re in father than before.” Judy breathed.
“Sorry; didn’t mean to hurt you.” I replied automatically.
“Don’t be sorry; it feels wonderful and doesn’t hurt at all.” She sounded really happy.
I fucked her slowly, taking long slow strokes and massaging her buttocks at the same time. It wasn’t too long before I felt my cousin spasm as she came, moaning with pleasure that I’d never heard before. I let her calm down and get her breath back. I was about to start thrusting again when Judy panted.
“What?” I asked.
“I want you to fuck me in my ass.” She reiterated.
“You sure Ju?”You’ll be tight and need some lubrication.”
“I don’t care; Use your finger to loosen it, get some lube, but I want to feel your dick up my bum.” She demanded.
“It’s your party Ju.” Much as I wanted to screw her in the butt, I didn’t want to hurt Judy if I could help it.
“I am. I want cock in my butt.”
That decided it, after all, like I’d told her; it was her birthday. With my prick still buried in her cunt I began to tease Judy’s ass hole with my finger and thumb, widening it enough to put my dick in. I worked in some of my spit and plenty of the juice leaking from her pussy to help ease it in to this tight hole. I was being careful and taking so long that Judy began to get impatient despite making appreciative noises.
“Come on, you must be ready by now.”
“I just don’t want it to hurt too much Jude.”
“Get on with it.” She said, but not crossly.
With that I put my cock head against her puckered anus.
“Relax Jude,” I said as I felt her body stiffen, “or I won’t be able to get in.” I slapped her ass cheek gently in admonishment.
She did as she was told and I slipped the tip of my dick into her butt. Bayan Escort Judy gave a little groan as I did so I stopped.
“No, carry on. It just feels bigger that’s all.” She gasped.
I resumed my slow thrust and sank in deeper. I was quite frankly amazed; up until a few hours ago I had never thought of Judy in a sexual way and now here I was, balls deep in my cousins butt! It was so doubly perverse. Judy began to squeak in delight as I slowly increased my pounding. She was making little grunting noises each time my thighs slapped against hers. All to soon the tightness of her bum meant that I could feel myself building to a climax.
“Cumming Jude.” I gasped out. Mere moments later I was firing ropes of spunk into Judy’s bowels. As I did her body tensed as well, her own orgasm triggered by the gush of my warm jizz into her back passage. We both slid to the ground wrapped around each other, exhausted by our exertions, and drifted off to sleep still holding each other.
I woke up at three a.m. in the morning, the still sleeping Judy curled up next to me. Carefully so as not to wake her, I got up and went to fetch something to cover her. As I draped the travel blanket I’d found over her I realised two things: One; I was so much in love with my cousin and: Two: I was appalled at my actions of the previous evening. I was supposed to have been protecting her and instead I had taken advantage of her inebriated state and had my wicked way with her. I was disgusted with myself and wondered how I could ever apologise enough to Judy. That is if she’d even talk to me. Disconsolate, I found my clothes, the school-girl fancy dress outfit, and borrowed some sweat pants for the walk home. In a daze of self-loathing I made my way back to my house, knowing that the girl of my dreams had been under my nose all the time and at the moment I realised it I’d ruined it.
Judy and I didn’t meet up again for a couple of days, days of self-torture for me, and even when we did, I couldn’t talk to her about that night. To me it was always ‘that night’. I had thrown up a barrier between us to try and protect her. At least that was how my tortured mind saw it. After that we drifted apart, culminating in Judy going off to see the rest of the world. Our carefree youth was gone and we eventually lost touch completely.
* * *
I hadn’t looked up from the floor where I’d being staring since I began my confession.
“I’m sorry Jude.” I whispered, finally lifting my head and looking into Judy’s face; A face that I saw was wearing a wry amused grin and not the look of disgust I was expecting.
“And that’s what’s been bothering you all these years is it? You daft idiot, I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t know what I was doing, OR who I was doing it with. In fact, I’d drunk less than you that night, I was practically sober still. And even if I had been as tipsy as I pretended, I still wouldn’t forget making out with my best boy for the first, and as it turns out, only, time.” She smiled, lighting up her hazel eyes and reached for my hand. To say I was dumbfounded was an understatement.
“You what?” Was all I could say.
“My drunk act really fooled you then?”
“It did, but I did have a few doubts about how far gone you really were. The thing that puzzles me is why you never said anything.”
“Well, you never mentioned it after, so I thought that maybe I had been a lousy lay for you.”
“NO, Never! It was and still is the best sex I’ve ever had. I just thought that you didn’t know that it had been me you screwed that night, and I didn’t want to upset you, so I kept quiet.”
“You soft pillock. It was the best sex I’ve ever had too, probably because of the taboo of having my cousin fuck me.” She continued to smile.
“You may be right.” I sighed. “I’m sorry Judy, for everything after that night, not saying anything, letting us drift apart, all that stupid stuff I could have avoided.”
“My fault too. I could have said something as well.” She gave a bright grin. ” But I will say that night helped me when I went abroad; I wasn’t afraid to try anything new at least once.”
“I wish I could say the same. I couldn’t help but feel I had driven you away and messed up my own life into the bargain.” I sighed deeply this time.
Judy came and sat next to me, still holding my hand.
“I wish I’d known that. Perhaps I could have helped.”
“It’s all water under the bridge Jude. We can’t live on ‘what-ifs’ and ‘maybes’.” I shrugged, pulling myself back together.
“Could you kiss me?” Judy asked out of the blue.
I looked at her in surprise but said nothing. Instead I leaned across and touched our lips together. Suddenly twenty years just melted away and we were back to that night. Our tongues danced around one another with re-ignited passion. The fears and worries I had been carrying around for so long just dissolved away and I was somehow left with a peaceful feeling, kissing the woman I loved, that I’d always loved.
Eventually we parted, needing air.
“Just like I remember.” Judy sighed happily.
“It was.” I agreed.
We looked into each others eyes and both had the same thought, from the same feeling. My hand strayed to her breast; hers dropped into my crotch. It was only then that Judy hesitated.