Chapter 1: Introduction
"Where is a bad place for cousins to have sex?" Justin asked casually.
Whitney arched an eyebrow at him in surprise.
"Why do you ask?"
Justin shrugged indifferently. "I don't know. Just curious."
Whitney laughed softly, her gaze lingering on Justin's lips for a moment before she glanced away coyly. "Well, probably not on top of your grandmother's antique piano."
Justin chuckled. "That's fair. What about in the library?"
"Oh, definitely not in the library." Whitney shook her head vehemently. "Seriously why are you asking?"
Whitney said, narrowing her eyes as she studied Justin's face.
Justin hesitated, looking down at his hands. "No reason."
"Justin, why do I have the feeling you are trying to sleep with me?" "We are cousins, why would I sleep with you?"
Whitney retorted playfully, casting a sultry glance towards Justin.
Justin smiled awkwardly, swallowing nervously. "I guess it was just a thought."
Whitney tilted her head slightly, considering Justin carefully. "But seriously, why do you want to sleep with me?"
Whitney pressed.
Justin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze locked on the intricate woodwork of the coffee table between them. "Why does there need to be a reason?"
Whitney crossed her arms over her chest, scrutinizing Justin closely. "Because I am your cousin and we share a bloodline. It feels... wrong."
Justin sighed heavily, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. "You're right. That is wrong. But..." He paused, searching for the courage to confess his feelings. "But what if I told you that I've been attracted to you for years?"
Whitney's eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. "What?"
Justin nodded, his voice cracking slightly. "It's true. I've been attracted to you since we were kids.
" Justin confessed quietly. "And those feelings have only grown stronger with time."
Whitney swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she gazed into Justin's pleading hazel eyes. "Right here....", said Whitney finally.
Justin shocked and not sure he heard what Whitney said.
He looked at her for a few seconds before asking, "Did you say 'right here'?"
Whitney took a deep breath, feeling suddenly bold, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, I did. Right here, right now."
Whitney repeated firmly, her voice barely audible yet full of determination.
The rest of the family was outside. They did not know when they would come inside.
For this reason Whitney waisted no time.
With a sudden surge of confidence, she lunged forward and crushed her moist lips against Justin's, surprising him with the force of her embrace. Her tongue eagerly sought entrance, exploring his mouth and tasting the familiar sweetness of his desire. Justin moaned softly, surrendering to the sensual dance of their tongues. Their bodies melded together seamlessly in a frenzy of passion, their hearts beating wildly in unison.
Suddenly, Whitney pushed away, leaving Justin gasping for air, his body still quivering with arousal.
She took a step back, biting her lip nervously and staring intently at his reaction. "Justin," she whispered hoarsely, "we shouldn't do this. We're relatives."
Whitneys tone held a tinge of desperation as she attempted to muster up some sense of propriety, though her words betrayed the tumultuous emotions churning within her.
"This can't happen." Her voice had more desperation to it, trying to convince herself to stop, but while she said it she was slowly grinding her hips.
She could feel Justin getting harder and harder.
"OOH my god we shouldn't do this but I....", Whitney cried.
"But I can't seem to stop myself."
Justin stared at her intensely, feeling the weight of their shared history and connection intensify. He reached out and cupped her cheek lovingly, stroking her soft skin with his thumb. "Do you really want to stop?"
Whitney let out a shaky sigh, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. "Maybe... maybe not."
Justin smiled tenderly, moving his hand from her cheek to her breast. She moaned
softly, arching her back and pressing closer to him.
"Oh, Justin," she whimpered, her voice husky with lust. "I want you so much."
Justin couldn't resist; he pulled her close once again, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply. The scent of her perfume mingled with her natural aroma, driving him wild with desire. He kissed her neck, his lips tracing a path upwards until he found her mouth again. As their tongues entwined, he felt an overwhelming urge to possess her completely.
Whitney then wiggled her hips masterfully an they could feel his tip make its way to her entrance.
"That feels so good, we are family this shouldn't feel this good" said Whitney. As she seemed to plead with herself to stop but her hips kept moving and penetration was slowly starting to happen.
"We shouldn't do this oh my goodness!" She screamed out in pleasure as he slowly began pulling her onto himself.
"Please stop....," Whitney breathed heavily, clutching at Justin's shirt as she arched her back, inviting him deeper. Verbally she was pleading for it stop but she couldn't
help how she reacted to the intense physical stimulation.
"No, please..." Whitney pleaded feebly, her voice drowned out by moans of passion as Justin's cock slid effortlessly into her wet pussy. "No, we can't..."
Whitney groaned, her grip tightening on Justin's shoulder. Despite her protests, her body responded instinctively to the exquisite sensation of thoroughly fucking her own blood relative. The taboo nature of their encounter only served to heighten the intensity of their passion.
Justin couldn't believe what they were doing.
His cock buried deep inside of her, throbbing incessantly. The sound of their heavy breathing and sweat slapping against each other drowned out any other noise.
"Justin," Whitney panted, "we should stop."
But her moans contradicted her words as her hips never stopped moving.
Instead, they writhed and gyrated, demanding more of Justin's massive member.
"Oh, Justin," Whitney moaned, digging her nails into his back. "Don't stop."
Just then Whitney's younger brother Ethan walks in the door behind the couch on them.
"Don't stop what"? Ethan asks as he opens the door. The only thing Ethan could see was Whitney's face above the couch.
What he couldn't see because the couch was in the way she was topless and straddling their cousin Justin fucking him.
"Ethan," Whitney yelled, panting and thrusting, "we're busy! Can you come back later?"
Whitney called out impatiently, her voice strained and ragged. "Justin and I are a little busy right now."
Ethan blinked several times, clearly taken aback by their sudden demand. "Uh, sure," he stammered, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I just wanted to check if you guys needed anything."
Ethan replied cautiously, stepping further into the room. "You know, like some snacks or juice or something."
Whitney panted heavily, her cheeks flushed red as she continued to ride Justin relentlessly. "Nah, we're good, thanks for asking," she managed to utter between gasps. "Just........leave us alone for a bit."
Ethan nodded, his curiosity piqued by the unusual request. "Okay, um, I'll be back in a bit," he offered hesitantly, backing away from the couch.
As Ethan closed the door behind him, Whitney let out a muffled groan, arching her back and lifting her ass off the couch. Justin watched as her tight pussy swallowed his cock whole, the walls hugging his shaft tightly.
"Fuck, Whitney, that was close" Justin grunted, pumping his hips upward, causing his dick to slide in and out of her slippery hole.
Whitney nodded in agreement, biting her lower lip. While she continued rocking her hips.
Justin's hands massaged Whitney's breasts, admiring how easily her curves fit into his palms.
She arched her back, pressing herself against him, reveling in the pressure of his fingers on her nipples.
"You feel amazing inside me." Whitney murmured seductively, pressing her luscious lips against Justin's ear. The scent of her cologne intoxicated him, and he felt his cock swell even larger.
"Tell me," she whispered softly, running her fingertips across his muscular chest, "what makes you want me so badly?"
Justin's breath caught in his throat as he tried to articulate his feelings. "You're everything I ever wanted in a woman," he confessed earnestly.