Kissing Cousins

Kissing Cousins  
 
     “Oops, I dropped my wallet on the floor. Oh man, it fell under the couch. Damn. The fixes I get in. I need my ID for the blues concert at the bar tonight. I don’t want to let you down Rosie” I say.
     “Cousin let me help you. You look like you could use a hand.”
     “I’ll leave it to you the expert. My hands are so burly I can’t reach under that sofa.”
     “No problem Paulie. Ah, I think I’ve snagged it. There you go.”
     “Rosie, I notice you’re still on the floor. Your skirt is riding up. But I’m not complaining.”
     “I always knew you liked my figure. You’ve been ogling me since you were sixteen. Now you’re eighteen. But alas we’re still second cousins. What can we do about that?”
     I answer, “I know. We come from the same family. But maybe an innocent kiss wouldn’t hurt? What do you think?”
     She says, “Dear one I was hoping you’d say that.
Now I’ll stand up. You can watch me if you like. I don’t mind. Never have.”
     “I’ll help you up. Hold my hands. There you go.”
     She says, “Let me catch my breath. Now, do you really think a kiss is ok? I mean a kiss on the lips. A big wet one. I can’t wait for your answer.”
     I peer into her eyes which are warm and inviting. She welcomes me into her womanly aura. She reaches out to me with open hands and heart.  The touch of our lips, soft as rose petals, sparks us at contact. Rosie grabs me by the hair and makes love to my mouth with her tongue. I push my tongue past her lips in a dance of French kissing love. After several minutes we reluctantly separate with heated gasps.    
     “Did you feel that? Boy, we made electricity.”
     I endear her. “Well, I’m your huckleberry. You were my first.”
     She whispers, “I’m glad my first was with you. I always wanted my first to be with a boy like you.”
     I say, “I confess I always wanted to kiss you.”
     She gasps, “Man Paulie you were good. How did it feel to kiss your cousin?”
     I say, “You felt creamy and citrusy like my first taste of lemon meringue pie.”
     “With homemade lemon custard made from scratch by Mom,” she asserts.
     “You are a dish, your Mum’s masterpiece,” I say. She bobs a curtsey to me.
     She entices me. “Should we do it again?”
     I reply, “I think so. The first time was just a trial run. I think we should do it again to get a good taste for how it feels.”
     She challenges, “First, let’s eat tangerines. Our kiss will be savory. Pucker up cuz. I’m ready for you.”    
     She casts her velvet fury upon me with her glossy lips. Like a slice of orange, she penetrates my mouth with her tangy tongue. Her taste splashes into me like fresh squeezed satsumas.
     “How did my kiss feel?”
     I say, “When you made love to me with your tongue, your licks were spiced with a mélange of female flavors. The lurid sensations set me free to relish your opulence.”
     “Your kiss tasted like rainbow sherbet melting in my mouth” she attests.
     Her idea is born. “Now, let’s take a nap together. We won’t get undressed or anything. We don’t even have to touch.”
     I say, “Your bed is comfortable.”
     She instigates, “We’ll sleep in the spoon position, just without touching. You face my back. Ah, I can feel your body heat so close. How I’d like to feel you against me but we have to remember we’re related by blood.”
     Rosie’s golden curls cascade, illuminated by late afternoon sunshine, and splash in splendor across her silk pillow like an angel’s halo.
     I succumb, “I can smell the scent of your perfume. Lavender if I’m not mistaken.”
     She teases, “I wore it for you. And don’t tell anyone we did this. Papa would send me back to finishing school if he found out. Then I’d never see you again. But we’re both eighteen and adults. What the family doesn’t know won’t hurt them. Now be quiet and sleep.”
     Later she rouses me. “Are you awake Paulie? You are breathing deeply. Were you having a wicked dream?”
     I admit, “In my slumber, I was inhaling the scent of your panties. I held them against my nose.”
     She discloses, “That’s a head trip of mine too.
Would you like too?”
     I act startled. “You mean here on this bed?”
     “Where else darling cousin?”
     I wake up. “Indeed this is the place.”
     Rosie lifts up her hips and pulls her dress up to her waist. I gaze hungrily at her. She slinks her undies down her thighs and bares her pubis to me. I lick my lips. She wriggles her cotton down her thighs and ankles. She rolls with her luscious ivory derriere licked by ribbons of sun warmth. She holds her sweet nothings to her nose. Her sinuous pear-shaped curve of hips arcs softly into her valley of secrets.
     She proclaims, “These are redolent with my female scent. Enjoy them, Paulie. Here you go.”
     I reply, “Let me take in your aroma. Oh, your womanly perfume is heavenly. I love love your fragrance. It smells like a bouquet of roses.”
     “Oh, Paulie your compliments are making me blush. I’ve never done this kind of thing before. I’m happy that you’re enjoying my floral essence.”
     I compliment her. “Well my flower girl, you do have a spicy scent. You make me want to do things with you. Naughty things.”
     I gulp for breath. “Like what? You’ve piqued my interest. Come on open up.”
     “Well as a young man I get myself off a lot.”
     “That doesn’t surprise me. Tell me more.”
     “I’d like to hold your panties against my prick.”
     “I love it! Do it now. That’s an order. Take down your pants and fruit of the loom. I want to watch” she commands.
     I protest, “We really shouldn’t.”
     Rosie sticks her tongue out. “That’s what makes it exciting. It is so taboo. It is wicked. Very naughty. There is no turning back now. You shared it with me. Now you have to do it. Here, I’ll undo your belt. Ok, I’ll unzip you too. I know our boundaries were no intimate touching. But rules are meant to be broken.”
      “Well, now that I’m exposed I can’t help myself. Lord forgive me.”
     Her gaze penetrates my resistance compelling me to disrobe my virgin flesh.
     I drop my pants to my ankles. I roll my underwear down. My cock is bared for her. She gazes upon my peach blush penis. Her eyes gleam ravenously. I feel the surge of strange desires immersed in her sensual aura and feel my naked-ness made vulnerable to her heat.
     “Here, I’ll rake your balls with my nails. Does that feel good Paulie? I’ll run them the length of your erection. That doesn’t hurt too much, does it? A little pain adds spice. Now give me my piece of the pie. Hand over your briefs bucko.”
     I turn them over for her personal pleasure.
     Rosie glows like the female essence. Her scent lingers as I breathe. Each exhalation is a prayer that she will see in me more than her timid cousin.
     I follow her with my eyes, as her muscles ripple in sweet undulation upon the bed with my underthing pressed onto the tiny nexus of her passion. Her golden triangle glistens with pearls of sweat hanging from her tiny pubic curls.
     I follow her suit. “Your soft undies make me tingle. God, knowing this covered your woman-hood turns me on. I’ll just be quiet now and get down on it.”
     My eyes glaze with primal heat. Rosie pumps her hips, upon her side, and our eyes lock. I buck on the bed. Rosie’s mouth hangs open and she salivates. She licks her ruby lips. My body tenses like a bungee cord. I bounce up and down on the bed. I writhe like a snake. I work my penis until a drop of precum forms on the tip. Rosie reaches over and dips her fingertip in the wet pearl. She draws her hand back for a taste.
     Like a rush of adrenaline through her electrified body she grinds her clit across my cotton vessel, and moans, until her body quakes.
     I toss her panties aside to avoid tarnishing them and my maypole ignites madly. My stars implode in an orgasmic crucifixion.
     Rosie sinks her sweaty buttocks into the mattress with euphoria written in her glazed eyes. A smile glows on her face.
     I am in rapture. “Oh my God! Have mercy on my soul for I have sinned.”
     Shocked, Rosie says, “My God, what did we do?”
     I have a guilty look in my eyes. “I can’t believe we did this together. You’re my cousin.”
     She replies, “Remember marriage between second cousins is legal in all fifty states.”
     My breathing smoothes. “That is reassuring,” I say.
     “If I ever get married I want it to be with a man like you.”
     I propose, “Let’s get married.”
     “You little devil. Ma and Pa would disown me.”
     “Besides that, we are birds of a family feather.
The potential for birth defects is there.”
     “Oh Paulie, even nestlings hatched from the same nest make beautiful babies together. There is only a two percent greater risk with people as far apart as us on the kinship tree. But Mom will be home in an hour. What do we do now?”
     I instruct, “Well, let me keep your panties. I will breathe in your scent on lonely nights in the city. No matter what woman wears them, she will bear your fragrance.”
     “Oh no. You’ll dress your girlfriend in them?! This cloth is sacred. How could you? Now give me back my panties or I’ll spank you. But you’d like that. I’ll spank you anyway.”