COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 7

COUSINS –OUR STORY – Chapter 7

Romance, incest, male/female, softcore

This story is a biography, based on fact (as best as I can remember – events that were unexpected, special and unforgettable) with interwoven fiction. It spans a number of years

BACKGROUND TO OUR STORY……….

It was 1992 when my family moved to live close by to my cousin Lila, who was about the same age. My name is Jonathon but my family has always called me Johnny. Our mothers are sisters. Lila’s mother is about one year older than my mother. Lila and I are only children. We attended different schools. Lila attended a private girl’s school. I liked visiting Lila’s house – it had a big swimming pool. My mother and I would visit their house and Lila and her mother would visit us. Lila and I became quite close. We seemed to like to do the same things.

Our story: ……………………

CONTINUATION

PLANNING AHEAD – NOT SO SIMPLE

Lila mentioned 6 months from now, as a suitable time to be married. That would put it not long before classes commenced for the semester.

She explained she would need at least 3 months to establish her fertility cycle. Then she could accurately work out the preferred dates within which we should be married. Lila was currently doing Biology, which she had also studied in high school. She loved the sciences. She said she would do research on the Billings Method and other variants of natural birth control.

This was news to me. I had never heard of it. I thought people got married at a time that coincided with their holidays or because the weather would be good to honeymoon at the beach. Or, perhaps the snow was good and they liked skiing. Then, importantly, you made sure you had a good supply of condoms.

Lila said she would explain it all when she had it sorted out and documented. Also, she said we would have to get our heads around the fact our little pleasures would change from being basically independent of each other to interdependent. Later, we would have to do some work on it.

Next she asked whether we should spend 3 nights on stay-overs instead of the usual 2 from now on.
What a dumb question; she could not have possibly thought I would not want to.

We had now been living together for 6 months; a situation in which you could say we were 80% married. The other 20% was now pre-destined. What more could I want? Just living with Lila was so satisfying I really did not need more – there was never a dull moment.

When we had our stay-overs she only had to hold my hand and an inner peace seemed to come over me. It was a wonderful feeling and lasted all night. The fact that we did not have intercourse was not an issue for me. Just cuddling and kissing was all that I needed.

As darkness came I was thinking….. ‘the purchase of the ring was definitely something to be celebrated’. Accordingly, I would expect ‘sharing’ tonight. I could hardly wait. I decided that if Lila did not say anything I would remind her. We might even have a stay-over as well. With these expectations I had no interest in watching TV that night.

LILA’S JOB

Both our jobs were going well, particularly Lila’s. Although only working a few shifts per week her sales were very good and she continued to earn good bonuses.

One night, my own shift finished a little earlier than Lila. I went to wait for her. I sat on a patron’s lounge in the concourse near her shop. While there, another guy sat down next to me. I guessed he was about 4-5 years older than I. I said ‘hi’ to him and he asked if I was waiting for a girl. I nodded.

Then, he went on to explain that his wife was in the shop where Lila worked. His wife bought nearly all her clothes there. He said he used to go in the shop with her and she would ask whether he liked this or that. But now, his wife would not let him go in with her. She told him he only embarrassed her.

He said the assistant that usually attended his wife was a tall dark haired gorgeous girl, Lila. She was very friendly and after about 5 minutes you felt that she was a lifelong friend. She quickly understood his wife’s preferences and always found an outfit she liked.

His wife had complained that he kept staring at Lila.
He admitted he found her fascinating. He said he could not take my eyes off her. Her long legs were among the best he had ever seen.

So, now he always waited for his wife, on the lounge.

Then, his wife came out of the shop and sat next to him. She opened the bags and let him peek in. She told him that Lila was now wearing an engagement ring. He commented that he would like to meet the guy. He could then tell him how lucky he was and that he needed to take good care of her if he wanted to keep her. To this, his wife said that Lila had an inner beauty rarely found in someone as young.

They got up and left. As they moved away his wife turned around and waved to me. I wondered if she knew!

Lila came out a short while later. She looked stunning in the new outfit she was wearing for the shop. I asked her to turn around for me. She was wearing medium high heels. As the guy had said, those legs were really something.

Hand in hand we went to the car to head for the apartment.

THE PHONE CALL

Lila had phoned her mother the day after our discussion. She said we were coming only for the day, a Saturday, and would she invite my parents over for lunch on the same day.
The next day, her mother had phoned back before we left for classes and confirmed that arrangements were made. Lila suspected that our mothers had been talking together because it was only about 4 weeks since we had visited.

She related the essence of the conversation to me. Her mother asked questions like:
…“are you still having proper meals
…who does the cooking now
… how do you manage with the washing
…how is your job”

and then, out of the blue-
“…is there a special reason for the visit.”

Lila said she tried to be evasive with her answer by saying that we had lots of things to tell them.

And, the last question she popped on her was-
“…have you invited Johnny in yet?”

Lila said she replied, ‘definitely not’!

I said to Lila that it all sounded good although I was still apprehensive about fronting her father. After all we were really young to be getting married compared to what seemed to be the norm these days. Lila told me there was no need to worry. If necessary she would handle her father.

THE BATH AGAIN

Both of us had a hectic day with only a few breaks between classes. When we arrived home Lila decided to have a bath and just relax, covered in hot water. The bathroom off her bedroom had a very large bath as well as the shower. She went to the bathroom to start the water.

A little later I heard a voice sing out “I need help”. I raced in to the bathroom.

Oh wow, what a sight. Lila was lying on her back, covered in water, except for her breasts. They were sticking up completely above the waterline, all shiny from the water and with hard nipples pointing skyward. I could hardly believe my eyes. As she floated up and down her mound topped by that magic dark triangle of curly hair would pierce the waterline.

I asked what the matter was.

Lila answered “I cannot reach my back……or my front!”
“Well, if that’s the case, then it is an emergency……..but how will I go about it?” I replied.
Lila looked at me smiling and said ‘I don’t think you can manage it out there….you will have to get in with me ……it’s a long bath ……there is plenty of room for two!”

I did not need a second offer.

Any sense of control went out the window. I was hard before I could undo the top button on my shirt. Off went my clothes which I hastily threw in to the corner, creating an untidy heap. I hopped in to the opposite end of the bath, lay back with my legs apart and stretched them out beside her. In the water my dick stood up, way above the waterline, but swaying with the movement of the water.

Lila put her hand around it saying “it looks really big Johnny, I wonder if it has grown more since I last put my ruler and tape on it……I will have to check it again……you won’t let it squirt in the water, will you”.

With some things Lila had a short memory. I had told her many times that my dick had a mind of its own. If it decided it wanted to go then it would go. It never asked for permission.

Lila rubbed me lightly up and down splashing water on it to make it slippery. With the pleasure of the hot
Water and Lila playing with me, plus the thought of rubbing my hands over every inch of her body while immersed in the hot water made my dick feel as hard as ever.

Lila could sense that I was having trouble containing myself.
“If you have to go then use this” and passed me a wash cloth.

I just could not hold on any longer. After, I leant backwards on to the bath, closed my eyes and waited for my energy to return. I thought to myself; you must have to be old before you get control, about 30 years of age old, maybe.
Then I had a most depressing thought; maybe Lila will not let me get in with her again! She gave me the wash cloth just in time.

I was awakened from my daydreaming by Lila saying:

“put your foot up between my legs……put the bottom of your big toe on my spot and give it a little wiggle while under the water……that’s it, just a little higher……gently now…oh that’s beautiful……don’t stop Johnny…… I see you’re hard …….surely you are not going to want to go again. You should not have anything left………just a little more………hold my hand I’m feeling nice…………nowww………that was so good;……I’ll just rest a bit and we will get out before the water goes cold”.

The baths we had together when we were young were nothing like this!

When Lila pulled her knees up and widen her legs I could see all her slit surrounded by the dark curly hairs. It was very seductive view. I probably could have sat looking all day.

I sat on the edge of the bath watching Lila towel down. I told her to take her time. This was even better than watching her undress. I did not want it to finish too soon.
I had gone soft for a while but now I was hard again. Lila said that it was a good time for her to get the ruler.

My dick seemed to have a higher upward angle than it use to. Lila said that was harder to push it down level. She put the ruler on and said
“it is still 8 inches……..I felt sure it had grown longer……looks like that is far as it is going……but I know how to make it look longer”.

She told me that my hairs had grown quite bushy and that they could be trimmed neatly and show more of the base of my dick. I was a little reluctant but gave Lila the go ahead. Returning with the scissors she sat on the edge of the bath while I stood in front.
She proceeded to trim away a small amount. On finishing she asked me to step back, then sideways, and said “that is much better………it now looks an inch longer than before………I really like it……not that I didn’t before”.

It didn’t look any different to me.

We must have been in the bathroom for an hour and I said to Lila that we would not get much done doing this every night. She suggested that we restrict it to special occasions. I wondered what else was going to be restricted to special occasions.

WHAT DID SHE MEAN ON THE PHONE

I returned to my bedroom to do some assignments due the next day.

Before starting, I decided to lie on my bed, savour my latest experience with Lila and reflect on the events of the day. Suddenly, I sat up. I remembered back to when she had related what her mother said to her on the phone this morning.
Her mother had asked her “have you invited Johnny in yet?”

I wondered what that was all about!

Lila had not elaborated on it, but I remembered she had answered “definitely not!”
I was guessing that it must be some mother and daughter thing.

Then it suddenly hit me. Lila’s mother was asking whether we had had intercourse!
She was trying to determine if there was a special reason for our visit. If we had, then Lila might be pregnant. That would explain the visit.

I could also see the logic of her phrasing ‘invites in’.

The female invites the male to enter her. He is able to do so because she wants him to.

I had read that she could lock a male out, or expel him, by using her powerful vaginal muscles; or, at least, make it make it very uncomfortable, if she wished.

In the morning I spoke to Lila about her Mother’s last question

I said that I was ‘shocked’ that her mother would ask such a question.
Lila’s explanation was…… “Mothers like to know these things………after all she knows you and I were playing around and sleeping together naked at my house and your house.”

Of course, my Mother would quickly be updated on that conversation. It seemed like there was not anything the sisters did not know – Lila probably told them!!

LOOKING AFTER LILA

My mind then wandered back to the talk I had with the guy outside Lila’s shop.

He had said “you need to take good care of her if you want to keep her”. I wondered what he meant by that.
He had been married 5 years and his wife was a real head turner. So, he had some experience at being a good partner.

I was sure he was not talking about material things. He must have been talking about the way you treated your partner. Probably, those things that happen from day to day.

In light of this, I started to think of some examples of my behaviour towards Lila that could be improved.

I usually say to Lila “let’s go to the movies” which really means that I want to see a particular movie and Lila should tag along.
What I should say is “Lila, is there a movie you would like to see?” If she says “yes” we go to see it. If she says there is none in particular, then I name one I would like to see.

Instead of turning on the TV to the show I think I would like to watch I should say to Lila “is there a show you want to watch tonight”. If she says “no” then I should ask if she is happy to watch one I suggest.

It is often the little things that are more important.

I realised that, everyday, I must tell her how much I loved her!!

VISITING PARENTS

It was about a 2 hour drive to see our parents. We should be there in plenty of time to break the news before lunch. We agreed to face the music as soon as we arrived. I told Lila she would have to do it. It was just too daunting for me. All ready I had nerves, just thinking about it.

The first cousins issue lay heavily on my mind.

Lila had done some research on it. She said the possibility of problems was very low. Where problems had arisen, it was in a situation of serial inter-breeding over generations. There were cultures where this happened.
This certainly had not happened in any of our forebears that we knew of. We would be the first.

DNA study was part of one course she planned to take next year. She would be able to do a DNA analysis of both of us as part of her course projects. She was sure she would be able to get assistance from faculty on interpretation of the results. In fact, she believed they would be very interested as it would open up a new area of interest.

On arrival, I walked in behind Lila, trying to make myself invisible. I had told Lila to initially keep her ring finger out of sight. Our parents were standing waiting. I noticed our mothers have a quick look at Lila’s tummy despite Lila ruling that out in her phone conversation.

Then, our mums came over, gave Lila a big hug and me a kiss. Lila raced over to the fathers and kissed them both. I shook hands. Lila’s father was pleasant and smiling, but, he had not heard the news yet!
Despite the fact it was only 4 weeks since we had seen everybody, our fathers, almost in unison, said how pretty Lila looked.
To me, that was an understatement.

CRUNCH TIME

Within minutes of our greetings, Aunt said “Ok, you two, you said you had lots of news. What about telling us before we start lunch”.

There was a pause; you could have heard a pin drop.

I looked at Lila, she looked at me, and I nodded.
She turned back to our mothers standing side by side in the front, like menacing front row forwards. I was sure they were holding hands.

Flashing through my mind was the thought that I might have to get out of here quick-I felt for my car keys. I was sure a wimp in matters like this.

Then, Lila reached for my hand and quickly blurted out:

“Johnny and I want to get married” and she brought her hand up from behind her to display the ring on her finger.

There was a pause, not a sound; should I run? Yes!…… No!
Our mothers, moved forward together………. a tackle?

WHAT A RELIEF

They threw their arms around both of us and said “absolutely wonderful, that is the best news ever. You two are just made for each other…….. you are both quite young, but it is so right for both of you.”

Tears started to run down their cheeks. They were tears of joy. Tears ran down my face too. But, they were tears of relief. The fathers came over, cuddled Lila and shook my hand.

I had the feeling that our mothers knew what we were coming to tell them. Females seem to have radar that they tune into. Lila had been with them 4 weeks ago. They had picked up her signals then for sure. We males are on a completely different wavelength. Sometimes we turn the dial on our radar set and pick up their signal. I hope I can tune in to Lila’s signal all the time.

If our fathers had reservations the sisters would have out-voted them. Probably they were not even allowed a vote.

After lunch Lila and our mothers went in to a huddle in the bedroom for women’s business. I played snooker with our fathers. I told them about the courses Lila and I were doing, our results to date and our jobs.

A SWIM WITH 3 FEMALES

Lila and our mothers emerged and Lila said that seeing it was warm, they were going for a swim.
She looked me and said for me to come too. I replied that I didn’t bring any swimmers. She answered “you don’t need them ….. our mums have seen you plenty of times”. Yes they had seen me but I was younger back then. Off they went to the pool. I thought the best thing to do was to just continue the snooker. They would be so busy talking that they would forget all about me.

Ten minutes later Lila arrived with a towel around her……..hell, couldn’t she find something bigger…….it did not leave much to the imagination. I was sure I could glimpse something dark at the bottom of the towel. Her breasts looked like they were about to fall out at the top. All in front of my father, too. Her father was no doubt use to it.

She told me not to be prudish and to come. I looked at her father “Johnny, you can’t win…….you might as well go”. Just before I left the room he whispered in my ear “you can always make a beeline for the deep end, its not as clear there”. She grabbed my hand and said we did not have long before we needed to leave.

I’VE GOT A BIG PROBLEM

At the pool, I took my clothes off. Thank goodness it was limp. When I turned around all three were standing looking at me. Lila called out “come in, it’s great”. I could see three sets of breasts floating just above the waterline and three dark triangles further down. Suddenly I felt it. Hell, it’s was starting all ready. And, it never took long once it got underway. It was getting big, fast. By the time I reached the edge of the pool it was right up. There was no way I could hide it. Lila had seen what was happening and called out “you can do some laps over that side”.

I dived to the pool, swam up and down a few times, stopping in the deep end. No way could I float on my back. Obviously, more laps plus the cold water should work. Our mums decided to dry off and go to start afternoon tea.

I could not help staring as they went up the steps of the pool.
I really was starting to become a voyeur. I was old enough to know better but the hormones got in the way.

In no way had they lost their figures. Just a more mature version of Lila. From the back, …. wow, it was all curves. As they turned I could see their breasts were a little fuller, not much, but still did not need any help staying up. And their triangles of dark curly hair seemed thicker. They were perfectly shaped as though they had been manicured, just like Lila. Wouldn’t I like to let my fingers slide through those curls? Their nipples were standing up like little rockets waiting to go off. As they toweled, they put a leg up on the sun lounge to dry their slit. Every in and out of it was exposed from my lower position in the pool.
Gee…… I thought I was deflating…… from the cold water, but not anymore.

Lila’s voice brought me back to reality. This was my mother and Aunt. I should not have even been looking. When they were getting out I should have continued laps with my head, face down.

I imagined I would get an earful off Lila about it, when we were in the car on the way home. What excuse would I be able to give?
I would tell her I was looking to see how she would be when she was their age. If I didn’t want to look there would have to be something wrong with me- and she would not want that, would she?

As far as nakedness is concerned, the females in our family just had no inhibitions.

Lila moved over to me, put her arms around my neck and proceeded to draw closer. She stopped and said
“I can’t get any closer your sticking in to me……..I’m going to get out now…….you do some more laps………don’t look at me as I am getting out……..then come for afternoon tea……..do you think you can manage that? I nodded.

When it was time to leave, Lila received lots more hugs and kisses. As we drove home I certainly felt relieved that everything had gone so well, except for the swim! Better still……. I would not have to look for another place to live!

BACK TO THE APARTMENT

Arriving at the apartment, we had a quick bite to eat and decided to have an early night. Both of us had a work shift the next day. Lila said to me “your room or mine”. After the events of the day this was going to be a great stay-over! Little did I know what was in store!

In the bedroom Lila said “it’s warm…….. let’s go skinny”. She jumped in and I followed. On our sides, she put her arm around me so we could touch bodies. The inevitable happened. I was hard as a rock within seconds. As usual, she made space and let it rest between her legs. After a long day we were now totally relaxed.

Then Lila said to me “I am very wet tonight”. In all the time we had been together, since she returned from overseas, ‘wet’ had never been mentioned. I really did not understand the significance of it.
Next she said “I’ll show you”. She took the index finger of my hand, threw back the covers, placed my finger on her spot and slid it down slightly inside her slit. Down one side and up the other.

When we had our play sessions I never ventured in there. I viewed it as taboo until I was invited.

I could feel that it was very slippery. My heart was racing. I had never been this far with Lila before. Then she opened her legs wider and moved the lips of her slit apart. Taking my hard dick with three fingers she placed it on the opening and slid the big head up and down; up over her spot and down to the bottom; up and down. The wetness made it as smooth as silk. Next she kissed me on the cheek and whispered “do you like that?” Looking at my face she knew the answer. Then, “are you ok………….” I replied “no”.

That familiar feeling was coming fast and I said to Lila “quick…..my back!” She knew what I meant and let go of my dick. I rolled on to my back for the inevitable. Lila quickly held it again so it would not shoot in the wrong direction. It shot with such force, once, twice, three times, that Lila was even surprised. I just lay there. I couldn’t move. I was completely exhausted.

What a day! Lila cuddled up to me and we went to sleep in minutes.

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