Expect the Unexpected – Chapter 1 – Part 3: Pitching a Tent

Incest story: Expect the Unexpected – Chapter 1 – Part 3: Pitching a Tent

Author: viceofchoice

“So was it good sex?”

I realized I was stuck. I couldn’t get away with a non-answer or diversion. “Yeah. Usually,” I admitted. Jennifer’s expression seemed to fall a little bit, but I saw no point in lying to her. I had nothing to be ashamed of. “European girls are…pretty open to things, especially having sex with someone you’ll never see again.” Jennifer nodded thoughtfully when I was done. “Could have been better, though,” I added, feeling my stiff cock ache.

I could see she was intrigued now. “How?”

“There wasn’t…how do I want to put it?” I mused, searching for the right words. “There wasn’t any emotion to it. It was good sex, but that’s all it was: sex.” Jennifer stared at me, looking for more. “It lacked the bond that comes with making love instead of just having sex,” I summarized.

She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by making love?” she queried.

“I guess I’d define it as having sex with someone you’re not only physically attracted to, but emotionally or intellectually attracted to, too.”

Jennifer took a deep, contented breath. “And you didn’t have that with them?”

“No, not really,” I admitted with a slight shake of my head. “They were hot, but we’d just let our hormones run away with us as opposed to actually building any kind of relationship. That’s the difference.”

“Oh.” Jennifer slid off my chest and curled back up beside me.

Was the conversation done? I hoped it was, but I couldn’t be sure. Where was she going with this interrogation of my escapades in Europe? I had an inkling, though I wanted desperately to be wrong. I was hoping this lull would last long enough to quell the sexual urge I was feeling, but I didn’t have a lot of hope. Sure enough, just as I felt my turgid partner start to settle, she spoke again at last.

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

“I’m starting to get a little warm now.”

This wasn’t what I expected. Maybe the danger was over. “So…do you want to take the sleeping blankets apart again?” I asked her.

“No,” she giggled sweetly. “Then I’d get cold again. I just need to find a happy medium.”

“Oh.”

Just then, Jennifer started rubbing my chest again. There was no stopping it; whatever length and girth my raging erection had lost, it regained it instantly. As if that wasn’t enough, I then heard the words I simultaneously yearned for and dreaded.

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?”

I hesitated, and swallowed hard with nervousness. There it was: the heavy dilemma I was now faced with. This single, potent question was what had caused me to reflect on this entire day. What was I to do? Deny Jennifer her comfort? It was a compromising situation, but obviously my cousin felt comfortable with it. I wouldn’t force her into anything, but she could act how she wanted, right? She was, after all, eighteen now.

I repeated my mantra in my head: Nothing could happen. Nothing would happen.

“Yeah…I suppose,” I permitted. “If…you think it’ll help you be comfortable.”

“Oh, I know it will,” she responded, reaching deeply down inside our shared sleeping bag. A moment later, she brought the pants up and out, and tossed them off to the side of the tent. She laid down again and embraced me.

There we lay, together: me naked from the waist up, her essentially naked from the waist down. My heart was racing faster and harder than ever. My breathing was long and deep, trying vainly to calm myself down. I was overheating myself, trying to radiate out the warm apprehension I was feeling. In my pants, there was a raging beast, fighting angrily against the chains that bound him.

I couldn’t release him – not yet. Not unless I knew – for absolute certain – that that was what she wanted.

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

“You’re not uncomfortable with this, are you?”

“No,” I half-lied, trying to keep a straight face and my voice flat. It wasn’t completely false; it’s not that I was uncomfortable, just apprehensive. I knew she could see right through me, though. There we were; Jennifer’s body pressed so close to mine, my arm around her abdomen, her arm atop mine. There was no way she wouldn’t be able to feel the tenseness I was feeling.

Without speaking further, she took my hand in hers and led it gently down her body. Together, we crossed the thin strip of her panties around her waist. I nearly had a heart attack just from feeling it. Then, I felt skin – Jennifer’s skin. Her bare hip was waiting for me, inviting me to explore it. Jennifer’s flesh was warm and soft. I squeezed her hip, pulling her closer to me. Never had I craved feeling a woman’s body so much. She sighed in my embrace.

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

I turned to look at her. Jennifer was already staring at me. She moved in closer, closer to my face. I turned slightly towards her, anxious to accept whatever her mouth had to offer, whether it ended up being words or something wordless.

Our mouths were so close together. I could feel the softness of her breath on my lips as it escaped hers. Slowly, the gap disappeared between us. I saw her eyes close, and mine followed suit. Our lips touched. Her plush mouth was incredible to feel pressed against the roughness of mine.

The kiss we shared was long and deep. The satisfaction it gave me was terrific. The warmth and affection was undeniable, filled with the passion, honesty and sense of unity that had been built up over years of restraint. Our mouths slid perfectly against one another, expressing a mutual affection for which words failed us.

A second intense kiss passed between us, then a third, before I finally came to my senses. I broke away reluctantly, putting my hand to her mouth. Jennifer kissed my fingers instead. It was a few seconds before I was able to speak.

“Jen…” I addressed tenderly.

“Hm?” she answered with a peaceful smile, mocking the reply I had been giving her.

I breathed slowly a few times before I continued. The heat of the moment was overwhelming. “Should we really be doing this?”

Jennifer sighed heavily, closing her eyes in shame. “I know…” she agreed ruefully. “We’re cousins…”

“Yeah… We’re cousins…” I lamented with her. It just didn’t seem fair, but I had to do the right thing. “And I’m seven years older than you. I’m just trying to be responsible.” She furrowed her brow in frustration. “I’m sorry, Jen.”

The words hung heavily in the air like an invisible weight of disgrace. It was only us, no one else had seen the romantic gesture, but the stifling, taboo nature of it was a sledgehammer to the chest, knocking the wind out of me. It had been so wonderful, felt so right and so comfortable. Because of just how breathtaking the moment had been, I found myself questioning just how wrong it could possibly be. Wasn’t this love?

Jennifer must have been reading my thoughts.

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

“Do you regret kissing me?”

“No!” I exclaimed as quietly as my emotions would let me. Jennifer’s face lit up. “How could I, Jen? I could no more regret kissing you than I could graduating college.” Those sparkling blue eyes were filled with wonder and affection for me, more than I’d ever seen before. “Do you regret it?”

“Not at all! I’ve wanted to kiss you all day! Like, really, truly kiss you!” she cried out quietly. “Then…when I learned we’d be sharing a tent together… Oh, it just seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

I embraced her tightly. “I know, Jen…” I lulled her, holding her head squarely against my shoulder. “I know.”

We laid there for another moment, basking in the realization of just how we felt about one another. Damn social norms! Damn them to hell! Why did natural, perfect affection like this have to be held in such contempt? If a man could love another man and a woman could love another woman, then I could love my cousin, damn it!

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

I backed my head away to look at her, struggling to comprehend as to whether I’d heard that right. “Jen…” I admired her. “I think you’re absolutely beautiful!”

“Beautiful like your European girls?”

“Jen,” I complimented her, “they honestly don’t hold a candle to you.” It wasn’t flattery. I truly meant every word. “Remember what I told you? I had a physical connection with them, but lacked that connection on a deeper level, an intellectual attraction?” She nodded in reply. “That’s what I have with you, Jen.”

“And the physical attraction?”

“You don’t have anything to worry about there, Jen. Not a thing!” Jennifer just smiled and smiled. “You have had that covered for years. You are so beautiful, always have been!” I brushed the hair away from her face so I could see her better. “And in the past couple years… Your body…bloody hell, Jen! You’ve matured in a way that blows my mind! You are incredibly sexy! You’re absolutely gorgeous!”

“Even with only these?” she asked bashfully, staring down at her chest with a pout.

I looked down. Jennifer had never been a chesty girl, and having stretched up and lost her baby fat through adolescence, her breasts had remained relatively the same size for years. I never realized that they might be something she wasn’t proud of. The thought had never even occurred to me. As far as I could tell, the beautiful, womanly set was something she worked and worked well.

“Jen…” I gasped in disbelief, not knowing what to say. “These?” I reached to her chest with my free hand. I expected Jennifer to halt my attempt, but instead she moved her arm out of the way. I ran my hand over her, lightly stroking the curve of her breast through her shirt. “These are absolutely stunning!”

With a careful, light touch, I spun my thumb around the point of her nipple. I could feel it harden through the fabric. Jennifer closed her eyes and drew in a deep, sharp breath, exhaling it in a shiver.

“I can’t believe you’d ever be disappointed with these, Jen.” I let my hand stop and cup her firm breast completely, giving a gentle squeeze. Jennifer closed her eyes again and whimpered softly in delight. “These natural beauties?” I admired. “They’re incredible!”

Jennifer opened her eyes again and half-smiled. “But I’m only a 32B,” she mourned.

I shook my head in compassion. “Then own them!” I told her, releasing my grip and continuing my tender caress instead. “Guys are attracted to all kinds of shapes and sizes. At least I know I am. No matter what size, if a girl works them with what she wears, her breasts are always amazing!” I gave her chest one more affectionate squeeze. “Be proud of them, Jen. You should be!”

With that, I couldn’t help myself. I indulged my senses – and Jennifer’s – in another long, succulent kiss. The passion was too sweet, too pure to be wrong. Again and again our lips danced in harmony and love. Our free hands found one another and our fingers interlocked firmly, symbolizing the harmony our emotions were feeling.

Several minutes passed by, I don’t know how many. Jennifer and I couldn’t get enough of one another’s kisses. Just as I thought we’d had our fill, one of us would provoke the other and we’d begin making out all over again. Our hands eventually let go and wandered. Up and down Jennifer’s entire body my hand would roam, from taking in the silky smooth feeling of her legs, all the way up her body, running through the lacy strands of hair on her head.

Jennifer let her own hand have free reign, allowing it to knead the bulging muscles on my back and feel the rough contours of my chest. Up and down my arm her hand also ran, squeezing my strong bicep. When I moved my head back to try and calm myself, Jennifer wouldn’t have it. She immediately grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards her again, restarting our romantic expression.

Once our passion started to ebb, though, our lips were finally able to let go and back away from one another. We looked at one another, stunned with what had just taken place. Genetically, we were cousins. Emotionally, we were now so much more. A moment or two passed where all we were able to do was breathe.

“I’ve wanted to share this with you for a long time, Carter,” she whispered softly to me.

I smiled affectionately. “I’ll be honest; me, too, Jen.”

“I think we’ve both just been too shy to initiate it,” she giggled tenderly. “Probably because we’re cousins and all.”

“Probably,” I agreed with a slight laugh.

“Is this incest?” she asked me, examining my face for any hint of regret or remorse.

I shrugged lightly. “In a way it is, I guess,” I thought out loud, “since we are cousins, but I don’t think it’s as frowned upon as when siblings do it.” Jennifer smiled lovingly at me, reached up and stroked my short, dark brown hair. “It’s just not a social norm,” I ended.

“Damn social norms!” she sneered contemptuously at society, expressing exactly what I had been thinking only moments before. “Damn them to hell!”

I let my fingers travel up and down her bare arm, tickling her lightly. “Exactly what I was thinking,” I told my young cousin. “As long as no one else knows, no one else will care.”

Jennifer grinned broadly and let out a quiet squeal of delight. “I like that idea!” she said rather excitedly.

Leaning forward, I was about to pamper her lips with another long series of kisses, but Jennifer wouldn’t have it. Instead, she sat up and grinned mischievously. I knew instantly what she had planned. There was still a trace of hesitation, knowing that if we crossed this line, we’d never be able to go back. Before I could react, though, Jennifer grabbed the bottom edge of her tank top, pulled the white shirt up and over her head and casually tossed it aside.

Immediately I was privileged with a view I could only have envisioned in my wildest dreams. Jennifer’s two succulent, ripe breasts hung there in all their splendor. The pair of firm, feminine maturity stared at me, begging to be given attention. I fidgeted, trying to relieve the uncomfortable feeling of my restricting clothing, and glanced up at Jennifer. She was watching me watch her, regarding me with an inviting expression.

I needed no further offer. I sat up and took my younger cousin in my hands, holding her by the sides of her chest. My thumbs could just reach over her lovely young breasts, and I gave them free range. Jennifer cooed softly as my hands played. After a few seconds, she laid down on top of me, and our bodies pressed right up against one another. The skin-to-skin feeling I shared with my eighteen-year-old cousin was as intoxicating as I imagined any narcotic would be.

“Now where were we?” asked Jennifer unnecessarily. Our lips met once again, engaging in a long succession of slow, warm, passionate kisses. This time, however, there was very little clothing to inhibit us. It was coupled with the most intense feeling of intimacy I’d ever experienced. “Ah, yes…” enjoyed Jennifer during a brief pause in our making out.

Hands wandered. They couldn’t be stopped, nor did we want them to stop. Jennifer lay there on top of me, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. My hands felt every detail of her young, slender frame. Her soft skin was so warm and inviting. I couldn’t imagine any other woman giving me such an unadulterated feeling of completion.

Jennifer’s hands ran over my chest and arms again and again. They couldn’t get enough. The trail of heated passion they paved was a decadent pleasure. Up and down they explored, until finally Jennifer could resist no longer. She led one hand down into the unexplored area below my waist. An instant later, I felt her palm and fingers as they traversed over the significant bulge in my sweatpants.

She immediately stopped kissing me and giggled on my mouth. “What’s this?” Jennifer asked pointedly, lifting he head. “Is somebody pitching a tent for the second time today?”

I tried suppressing a grin, but it was no use. The smile stretched over my face. “Maybe…” I admitted.

“I guess we should do something about that, then,” offered Jennifer as she grabbed the elastic waistline of my pants and shoved it down my legs. I lifted my pelvis to help, and the sweatpants easily slid down to my thighs. “Wow…” Jennifer admired, laying her head to rest on my chest. “That’s a lot of pre-cum,” she noted.

I couldn’t see what she was doing with her head in the way, but I could sure feel it. My muscles twitched as Jennifer’s fingers wrapped around my hard digit and started rubbing up and down. It had been leaking its lubricant for some time. The generous quantity let Jennifer moisten the entire inside of her hand. Stroke after stroke, my cousin built the fire of love and lust inside me.

“Oh, Jen… Ohhh…Jennifer…!” I moaned in intense pleasure. “That feels…incredible…” Wanting to double my enjoyment, I reached out and took the back of Jennifer’s head in one hand, and one of her breasts in the other.

“Is this what you’ve been looking for?” Jennifer teased, speeding up her efforts.

“Mm…hmmm…! Oh…mnnn…oh, that’s good…!” I cried quietly in reply. I twitched and writhed underneath her as I felt the pleasure awaken my every sense. Having my teenage cousin touch and pamper me was sheer heavenly bliss. “Jen…! Mmmm… Oh, Jennifer…!”

The rhythm Jennifer was using was driving me insane. She alternated from a tight squeeze to a gentle caress; from rapid, quick strokes to a long, drawn out massage. Wherever Jennifer learned to pleasure a man or if she was just improvising as she was going along, I didn’t care. My cousin’s loving, spoiling treatment to my body was intensely gratifying.

“Oh, look at that,” complained Jennifer. “He’s drying up.” She moved her hand to the base of my seven-inch member and scooted her head down my body. “Guess I’ll have to take care of this another way.”

I felt the heat of her mouth surround the head of my thick shaft even before her lips closed around me. I took a deep breath, hoping to brace myself for the onslaught of pleasure sure to follow. When Jennifer’s mouth closed and began to suck gently on my swollen cock, it took the breath right out of me.

“OHHH!” I grunted like I had been punched in the gut. “Jennifer…! Oh, my sweet…sweet cousin…!” Beneath her sexy, naked body, I squirmed more intensely than before. It was unavoidable. The pleasure was just too intense not to. I was putty in my cousin’s hands. “Keep going, Jen…! Oh…it feels so good…! Mmmm…! Oh, keep going…!”

Jennifer increased the suction, making me want to orgasm all the more. If I didn’t get the release I was looking for, I was going to explode. My mind reeled with tidal wave after tidal wave of sheer sexual bliss. I was drowning in ecstasy. My little cousin’s mouth treated me so deeply and entirely that pleasure was the only thing on my mind.

“Yes…YES…!” I groaned to urge her. “Jen…I’m getting so close…! Oh, cuz…! I’m getting close…!”

Over and over Jennifer fellated my turgid phallus. She didn’t take beyond what she could handle, but instead concentrated on what she could reach. Her tongue slithered over the top and along the bottom of my thick bulb. My hard penis tingled with stimulation. Suddenly, I felt myself reach the point of no return. Jennifer had tipped the sexual scale inside me. The pressure built. My muscles tensed up. This was it!

“Jen…! Jennifer…!” I breathed heavily, trying to warn her. “Here it comes…! Oh, don’t stop…!” I gritted my teeth in anticipation. “DON’T STOP…!!! Oh, Jen! YES…YES…!!!”

The orgasm electrified me like a lightning strike. My sexual rod felt like it sizzled with heat as blast after blast shot from the end of it into Jennifer’s waiting mouth. I could feel her accept my warm seed, swallow it as quickly as possible, then prepare for more.

“Mmmm…ohhh…” I heaved intensely, reveling in the overpowering feeling of love and gratitude for my young cousin. “Oh…Jen…!”

Jennifer kept stroking my softening penis with her hand as she turned to look at me. She wiped the last traces of my fluid from her lips with her tongue and swallowed. “How was that, Mr. Tank of 220?”

“Incredible, Jen!” I honoured her. “Oh, that was incredible!”

She smirked graciously and crawled back up along my chest. “As good as your European girls?” she inquired.

I scoffed. “What European girls?” Jennifer and I exchanged smiles and a soft laugh. “Don’t compare yourself to them, Jen,” I warned her, getting slightly sombre. “Or, rather, don’t compare them to you. You are so far above them, in a league all your own!”

She gave me a tender kiss as she accepted the compliment. “Thank you.”

“No,” I returned, brushing her hair back once more. “Thank you.”

We kissed some more, and slowly I worked Jennifer onto her back, instinctively working my sweatpants and boxers off without looking. Once I was situated above her, I left her mouth, planting kisses all the way down her neck and onto her chest. Jennifer breathed heavily, feeling the burning sensation of my affectionate gestures.

I made it to her breasts. Each in turn, I gently squeezed and fondled them, touching Jennifer’s hardening nipples tenderly. When I lowered my mouth to them, I felt Jennifer tense up. She breathed in sharply.

“Oooh…oh…mmmm…” she hummed softly, basking in the stimulation to her areolas. “Oh, Carter… That feels so nice…”

Pausing briefly from titillating her body, I assured her, “I’m just getting started.” We smiled at one another, and then I began to descend her beautiful figure. While my hands kept caressing her flawless breasts, my lips planted kiss after kiss over her smooth abdomen.

“Hm…mmmm… Carter…” she sighed happily. “Keep touching me… I love it, Carter… I love it!”

With the way Jennifer cringed and twitched, I knew the heavy foreplay was strongly arousing her. Her every young muscle clenched in time with her long, deep breaths. Finally, I made it to her light navy blue panties. They were a plain, generic design, but however they looked, I wanted them off her. I looked at her squarely. Her blue eyes reflected her anxious emotions. I clutched her last article of clothing with my fingers. Jennifer lifted her hips to assist me. Slowly and carefully, I stripped Jennifer’s panties off and flung them to a random corner of the tent.

We were now both naked, exposing our entire body for the other to see. I felt no shame. Looking at Jennifer, I could tell she felt the same way. It was truly a singular, unifying moment – one where no one and nothing else mattered but the love we shared as cousins.

With a gentle urge, I spread her legs apart with my hands and crawled between them. With careful touches of my hand and long, meaningful kisses, I made my way up her soft, silky legs, starting at her knees. Jennifer murmured gracefully, a little louder with each kiss as I neared the tender spot where they connected.

“Are you…” she choked, obviously a little nervous. “Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

Lying down on my stomach, I brought myself within inches of her sensitive love entrance. “Mm-hm…” I answered without stopping my rain of kisses to her body. I was close now. I could feel the heat her beautiful flower radiated. I could smell the pungent scent of her arousal. Even in the moonlight, I could tell Jennifer’s labia were wet with arousal. We had been teasing and exciting one another ever since we had entered the tent. It was time now to release the pent-up energy in Jennifer’s groin.

She was mostly shaven. Just a small strip of well-trimmed hair pointed me where to go. I needed no directing. I navigated my cousin’s body like an expert, as though I’d always known where to go. My lips made contact with her gorgeous womanhood. Jennifer twitched something fierce as she worked desperately to keep her voice from carrying. My tongue pierced through the fleshy curtain into her vagina. Jennifer couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ah…ahhh…! Oh, Carter…! Ohhh…oooh…! Ohhh, Carter…!” she seethed hoarsely as I nibbled affectionately on her hot skin. I shushed her gently, reminding her to keep quiet, then returned to my duty. “Mm…! Mmmm…!” she squeaked.

Jennifer’s feminine cove tasted like ambrosia, a delicious blend of her personal moisture and mature body. I lapped hungrily, leaving no crevice unexplored with my lips and tongue. Beneath me, my eighteen-year-old cousin kept moaning quietly, heaving rapidly with shallow breaths to keep her voice under control.

“Carter…! You’re…so…good at this, Carter…! Oh…yes…!” groaned Jennifer, rubbing the back of my head with both her hands. “Oh…ohhh, yes…! Mmmm…! Mm…hm…!”

I didn’t let up. I brought my fingers in closer and stretched her youthful pussy lips apart. I could see the stiff, sensitive bud that every woman loved to have touched so much. I closed in on it. Sealing my lips on her clitoris, I let my tongue do the work. It flicked and fluttered, filling Jennifer’s body with inexpressible pleasure. The effect was magic.

“Carter…Carter…! Ohhh…yes…! Keep…eating me, Carter…! Oh, yes…yes…yes…! Keep…eating your cousin…!” Jennifer encouraged me. “Carter…oh, I think…I’m getting close…! Ohhh…YES…!” Her breathing became rapid and erratic. I knew Jennifer was on the brink of an orgasm. It hadn’t taken long. “That’s it, Carter…! Oooh…oooo…! OHHH…CARTER…! I’M…C-C-CUMMING…!”

I ravaged her womanhood with my mouth. Jennifer’s body tensed all around me. I lashed my tongue on her tender bud over and over again. My lips chewed softly on the velvety folds around it. I could feel perspiration on my cousin’s young body as she treated herself to the climax yet tried to keep herself anchored in reality. Jennifer stopped breathing altogether as the feeling overtook her. Still I kept wrestling my mouth across every inch of her delicate flesh. Jennifer whimpered and gasped until her seizure subsided and muscles relaxed.

She took several deep, calming breaths as awareness settled back in. Lifting my mouth from her body, I looked up her naked, sexy body, waiting for her to see me. Jennifer’s eyes eventually fluttered open and she looked at me with the most surreal, dreamlike expression. My cousin stroked my hair with her fingernails affectionately, still working to get her breathing steady. At last she spoke – and said four words I didn’t even expect.

“I want another one.”

I chuckled and started to lower my face to her hot, sensitive skin again. Jennifer stopped me with surprising abruptness.

“No,” she resisted, sitting up and pressuring me to lie down on my back. “Not like that.” My beautiful, eighteen-year-old cousin positioned her adolescent figure over me, kneeling on either side of my masculine body. Her fiery groin hovered only inches over my mine. “Like this,” she insisted. Without being invited, she took my penis in her hand and pointed it straight up towards her.

It had become hard and inflexible again. In the heat of Jennifer’s frenzied orgasm, I hadn’t noticed just how rigid I’d become. My erection stood out, ready to join with my cousin in passion and love.

“Wait,” I stalled. Jennifer halted, just as the very tip of my thick staff began to penetrate into her waiting flower. “Jen…are you sure?” I tried reasoning. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”

Jennifer’s mouth stretched into her gorgeous, trademark smile. “Of course I’m sure,” she told me, slowly lowering her body to mine. Inch by inch, her womanly depths engulfed me, igniting my lustful need for our sexual union. I couldn’t help but moan. Her slick, tight interior felt like fire around me. We fit together like a single-fingered glove. She exhaled a deep breath. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t be doing it,” she concluded.

“Ohhh…” I groaned deeply in my throat. “Jen…you’ve already done this…?” I remarked, noticing I hadn’t felt any resistance inside my cousin as I entered her.

Jennifer giggled softly. “Yeah…” she answered, starting to rock back and forth. “I told you I had a boyfriend last year.”

“Mmmm…” I groaned in realization. I put my hands on my beautiful cousin, caressing her firm, young breasts again. “He popped you?” Nodding rapidly, Jennifer giggled again. “Does your mom know?”

Jennifer stopped instantly. “Are you kidding?” she asked incredulously. “Mom would freak. Dad would probably cut his nuts off.” The image gave me a vivid hallucination, but Jennifer started rubbing our reproductive organs together again. The vision ended as quickly as it began as I was brought back to the here and now. “No…” she sighed in content. “Neither of them knows. It’s better that way.”

I ran my hands along the length of her body. Jennifer’s smooth, teenage skin was like warm porcelain. I didn’t want to force the moment; I felt like I would shatter my delicate cousin. All I wanted was to enjoy this moment with her. All I could think of was the deep, pacifying love we now shared.

With a deep sigh, I admitted, “Probably a good idea.”

With slow, deliberate thrusts, Jennifer pushed against me, then eased off again. I could feel my firm erection sliding in and out of her. Our hands wandered wherever they chose. I would feel Jennifer’s breasts, then down her body to glide across her magnificent legs, then back up again. Jennifer’s would imitate mine, still not sated with the feeling of my brawny chest and arm muscles. Every so often, I would lean up or Jen would lean down and we would kiss with all the passion and fervor that expressed just how much we meant to one another.

Through it all, I let Jennifer control the speed. I had always considered sex to be all about pleasing the woman if a man wanted his greatest pleasure; give enough to her and it’ll return with interest. Using the tactic here, I wasn’t disappointed. Jennifer seemed to be experiencing the time of her life.

“Ohhh…oh, Carter…” she moaned softly in the dark night. “Oh…it feels…so good…!”

“Oh, I know, Jen…” I echoed, feeling the passion rise between us. “Oh, Jen…!”

She ground our bodies with a steady pace for a couple minutes when, suddenly, her efforts began to heat up. Jennifer thrust against me with more pressure. Her predictable rhythm accelerated relentlessly. The air itself seemed electrified with the heat of forbidden pleasure that existed between us. Jennifer and I caressed one another with a greater intensity. With all the stimulation across my body, I was quickly approaching my second climax of the night. Studying her expression, I knew Jennifer was, too.

“Oh, Carter… Ohhh…oh, Carter…!” she gasped wantonly. “Yes…yes, Carter…! I’m going to…cum again…!”

I leaned up and kissed her neck, hoping to spur on the incredible feelings in her body. “Hurry, Jen…!” I urged her, desperate for her to feel my love shake her entire body. “I’m getting close, too…” I warned her, reaching up to caress and squeeze her tender breasts again. My eighteen-year-old cousin gasped. When I brought my mouth down to kiss them, spinning my tongue in circles around her susceptible nipples, I tipped the scale. Jennifer clung onto me, her mouth hanging open in a suspenseful expression of pleasure and ecstasy.

She pushed hard against me, pushing my tingling rod deeply into her love channel. I felt it squeeze all around me, still burning with a lustful fire. Then, I couldn’t resist anymore. The feeling with Jennifer was simply too much. I climaxed. I let loose a few primitive grunts, enjoying the sensation wash over and pamper every cell in my body. My hands instinctively found Jennifer’s round bum, and I held her hard against me.

My muscles were clenching, and I felt whatever was left of my manly juice get launched into Jennifer’s vagina. My cousin’s body accepted my offering of love willingly, and I felt her gasp and tense up one last time before the emotions settled between us.

I laid back down on the mattress, touching Jennifer lightly with my hands. I couldn’t believe it. I’d made love to my beautiful cousin, the one I’d been lusting after and fantasized about for a few years now. We’d shared the precious moment together. It was an experience that I knew would draw us closer and into a secret, taboo love that we could share for many, many years together.

I opened my eyes to look at my illicit lover. Jennifer was biting both of her lips together in apprehension. I certainly hoped she didn’t regret this passionate encounter together.

“It felt too good,” she explained. “It felt too good for me to stop.” She looked at me, hoping for the deep understanding that I usually offered her. “That orgasm…it just felt too good…and now you cummed inside me…”

A broad smile crossed my face instead as I carried a secret that I hadn’t told any other member of my family yet, not even her. “Yeah…!” I cheered breathlessly. I could see her discontent. She was worried about getting pregnant. I shook my head at her. “Don’t worry. It’s ok.”

She laid down on my chest, then rolled off me, curling up beside me again as she had before our passionate encounter started. “How is it ok?” she demanded. “I’m not on the pill or anything.”

“No,” I acknowledged. “But I can’t get you pregnant.”

Surprise crossed her face as she looked up at me. “What?” she gasped. “Why not?”

I smiled warmly at her, stroking her hair tenderly. “Because,” I whispered tenderly as I stroked her hair, “I got a vasectomy before I left for my exchange.” Her jaw dropped. “That’s why.”

“Really? Why would you do that?”

“Because I didn’t want to be leaving children all over Europe,” I reasoned matter-of-factly. “I knew there’d be a lot of girls to chase over there. I didn’t want to get them pregnant, so I took steps to prevent it.”

“But that means you can never have kids.”

“It’s semi-reversible, but, yeah, it’s highly unlikely if I just leave things the way they are,” I told her. “Better than having unwanted kids all over the continent over there – or having a kid with my beautiful cousin, as sexy as she is.”

Jennifer looked away bashfully. When she looked up again, I could tell she was blushing, even in the low light. “You’re sure?”

I nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah.” I put a long, lingering kiss on her cheek. “It’s perfectly fine, Jen. You won’t get pregnant from this.”

“Ok,” she sighed trustingly and cuddled up to me warmly.

I put my arms around my young cousin. She snuggled up more tightly, putting a hand on my chest. Her luscious breasts pushed up against me. She felt calm, but after what we had just shared, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel distressed or worried. “You don’t regret what we just did otherwise, do you?” I asked, wanting to clarify her feelings.

Jennifer’s free hand rubbed my chest, playing with my hair again. “No,” she whispered softly, kissing my shoulder. Her hand wandered down my body and found my limp male appendage. “As far as I’m concerned,” she giggled in the night, “we can do this whenever we like.” She lifted her head up and kissed me full and softly on the lips. I was only too happy to return the affectionate token. “I love you, Carter.”

I brushed her hair from her face. “I love you, too, Jennifer.”

My cousin smiled and laid back down. Before long we were both fast asleep.

Morning arrived way too early. The first thing I completely became aware of was a far-off voice I recognized as my aunt’s saying, “Go check to see if your sister and Carter are awake yet.”

“Ok, Mom.” It was Jennifer’s younger brother, another cousin, coming to check on us. Unfortunately, I wasn’t entirely conscious enough to understand what that might entail.

A few seconds later, terror gripped me as I heard someone walk up to the tent and start to unzip the door. Panic ensued, and I lunged for the zipper, pulling it back down. “We’re awake,” I told Jennifer’s brother, hoping he wouldn’t try to force his way in. The two of us being naked in a tent together, wrapped up in the same sleeping bag would be very difficult to explain away. “We’re just getting dressed,” I lied, willing him to be satisfied with the answer.

“Ok, I’ll let Mom know.” I heard him leave.

Jennifer had, of course, woken up from the commotion. We looked at each other gravely. “That was bloody close,” I commented.

“Yeah,” she gasped with a stunned expression. She searched around for her clothes.

I did the same, zipping apart the sleeping blankets. “This might be awkward if someone sees it,” I explained, separating the two.

“Yeah,” repeated Jennifer. As she pulled on a shirt, she looked at me. With a sultry twinkle in her eyes, she asked, “So…are we sleeping in here again tonight, Carter?”

Parent Post: Expect the Unexpected – by viceofchoice

• Expect the Unexpected - Chapter 1 - Part 2: Pitching a Tent
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