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But then I noticed that I wasn’t under my bedcovers. Further, I noticed that I was sporting an 8-inch erection, standing up like a tilted flagpole through the flaps of both my boxer shorts and pajama trousers. I was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten out on its own.

What the hell is going on?

Biggie throbbed at me, bobbing slightly as if silently complaining that he wasn’t getting any attention. Letting my head flop back onto my pillow, I half-heartedly gave it a few pumps. But it was after 3am in the middle of the banging night, and I was tired. I left my hand wrapped around my meat, let my brain drift a way , and soon fell back into slumber.

Bukky was extra-bitchy the next morning. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during breakfast. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during lunch. She complained to her best friend via the media platform that her boyfriend didn’t have enough time for her. And she complained again about being stuck in quarantine during dinner.

Arin complained about Bukky complaining so much, especially since the the media platform with Rhoda was once again in the kitchen instead of upstairs in her room. Bukky started yelling that Arin didn’t know what it was like to be immunocompromised and scared to death of the virus - that if Arin caught it, she would get nothing more than a mild cold.

Arin complained it wasn’t her fault Bukky was immunocompromised, and complained further still that if she hadn’t been saddled with an immunocompromised cousin, she could’ve gone out and about like so many of her classmates and friends who were pushing the boundaries of “social distancing” since it “didn’t really matter if they got it or not”.

Both girls got banging livid, and while it never quite came to physical blows, it was pretty close. Bukky ultimately stalked upstairs to her bedroom and violently slammed the door shut. Arin stalked into the television room, snatched a throw pillow off the couch, and planted it over her face to muffle a primal scream.

Having done my best to placate both girls during the fight, I was pretty drained myself. But after a couple of minutes to calm myself down, I went to join Arin on the couch and gave her a big hug.

“You know Bukky loves you, just as much as you love her,” I told her reassuringly. “She’s being a terrible bitch right now, but it’s the situation getting to her, that’s all. We’ve all been cooped up inside for far too long.”

Arin sighed and shook her head. “I know, I know. She just makes me so ... UGH!” She grabbed the pillow again to muffle another scream.

I hugged my little cousin tighter to my side while she let her frustrations out. She screamed again and shuddered. But in the end, she started to settle down and let the pillow fall a way . Tears in her eyes, Arin twisted to bury her face against the crook of my neck and hug me back, and I simply held her in silence for a long several minutes while she calmed down.

Eventually, Arin spoke. Once again though, it was to speak words I did not expect.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” my little cousin began. “She just gets so banging Hot.”

I blinked twice in surprise and pulled my head back to look down at her. But Arin was glassy-eyed, staring off into space at some point past my shoulder. “Umm, what?” I croaked, certain I had not heard what I’d just heard.

She sighed, absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her free hand while the other cinched tighter around my back and held my waist. “I get why she’s so cranky, that’s all. She’s used to getting plowed on a regular basis, but now she’s stuck here, feeling a million miles a way while her boyfriend is out macking on other girls.”

“Wait, what?” I pulled back and Arin sat up straighter. “What was that about Bukky’s boyfriend?”

“You weren’t listening? This afternoon when she was yelling at Rhoda?”

I blinked and shrugged my shoulders. “Once she starts screaming that loud I just sort of tune her out. She was talking about her boyfriend?”

Arin nodded. “He’s sick of being cooped up, and his friends keep telling him he has ‘rights’ or some such bullgoodness - that the government can’t keep him locked up, and they can’t stop him from going out to see his friends. Or at least that’s what Bukky was telling Rhoda. Supposedly he didn’t say anything specific about flirting with other girls, but Bukky’s convinced herself he’s already banging someone else. It would explain why he’s been so much less available. She said they haven’t even had the media platform sex in like a week.”







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Shaking cobwebs loose from my brain and scratching crusty bits from my eyes, I turned to look at the clock on my nightstand. It was after 3am, not an hour when I did my best thinking.

In fact, I was so addled at the moment that I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t imagined that one of my cousins had come into my room for some randomly weird reason.

But then I noticed that I wasn’t under my bedcovers. Further, I noticed that I was sporting an 8-inch erection, standing up like a tilted flagpole through the flaps of both my boxer shorts and pajama trousers. I was pretty sure it hadn’t gotten out on its own.

What the hell is Going on?

biggie throbbed at me, bobbing slightly as if silently complaining that he wasn’t getting any attention. Letting my head flop back onto my pillow, I half-heartedly gave it a few pumps.

But it was after 3am in the middle of the banging night, and I was tired. I left my hand wrapped around my meat, let my brain drift a way , and soon fell back into slumber.

Bukky was extra-bitchy the next morning. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during breakfast. She complained about being stuck in quarantine during lunch.

She complained to her best friend via the media platform that her boyfriend didn’t have enough time for her. And she complained again about being stuck in quarantine during dinner.

Arin complained about Bukky complaining so much, especially since the the media platform with Rhoda was once again in the kitchen instead of upstairs in her room.

Bukky started yelling that Arin didn’t know What it was like to be immunocompromised and scared to death of the virus - that if Arin caught it, she would get nothing more than a mild cold.

Arin complained it wasn’t her fault Bukky was immunocompromised, and complained further still that if she hadn’t been saddled with an immunocompromised cousin, she could’ve Gone out and about like so many of her classmates and friends who were pushing the boundaries of “social distancing” since it “didn’t really matter if they got it or not”.

Both girls got banging livid, and while it never quite came to physical blows, it was pretty close. Bukky ultimately stalked upstairs to her bedroom and violently slammed the door shut.

Arin stalked into the television room, snatched a throw pillow off the couch, and planted it over her face to muffle a primal scream.

Having done my best to placate both girls during the fight, I was pretty drained myself. But after a couple of minutes to calm myself down, I went to join Arin on the couch and gave her a big hug.

“You know Bukky loves you, just as much as you love her,” I told her reassuringly.

“She’s being a terrible bitch right now, but it’s the situation getting to her, that’s all. We’ve all been cooped up inside for far too long.”

Arin sighed and shook her head. “I know, I know. She just makes me so ... UGH!” She grabbed the pillow again to muffle another scream.

I hugged my little cousin tighter to my side while she let her frustrations out. She screamed again and shuddered. But in the end, she started to settle down and let the pillow fall a way .

Tears in her eyes, Arin twisted to bury her face against the crook of my neck and hug me back, and I simply held her in silence for a long several minutes while she calmed down.

Eventually, Arin spoke. Once again though, it was to speak words I did not expect.

“She’s right about one thing, though,” my little cousin began. “She just gets so banging Hot.”

I blinked twice in surprise and pulled my head back to look down at her. But Arin was glassy-eyed, staring off into space at some point past my shoulder. “Umm, What?” I croaked, certain I had not heard What I’d just heard.

She sighed, absentmindedly rubbing my chest with her free hand while the other cinched tighter around my back and held my waist. “I get why she’s so cranky, that’s all.

She’s used to getting plowed on a regular basis, but now she’s stuck here, feeling a million miles a way while her boyfriend is out macking on other girls.”

“Wait, What?” I pulled back and Arin sat up straighter. “What was that about Bukky’s boyfriend?”

“you weren’t listening? This afternoon when she was yelling at Rhoda?”

I blinked and shrugged my shoulders. “Once she starts screaming that loud I just sort of tune her out. She was talking about her boyfriend?”

Arin nodded. “He’s sick of being cooped up, and his friends keep telling him he has ‘rights’ or some such goodness - that the Government can’t keep him locked up, and they can’t stop him from Going out to see his friends. Or at least that’s What Bukky was telling Rhoda.

Supposedly he didn’t say anything specific about flirting with other girls, but Bukky’s convinced herself he’s already banging someone else. It would explain why he’s been so much less available.

She said they haven’t even had the media platform sex in like a week.”

I shook my head slowly, processing all of that.

Arin started chuckling. “As it stands right now, if they don’t come up with a vaccine until next year, she’s staring down a future where youRS is the only dick she’ll have within reach until 2021.”

I grimaced immediately at the thought.

Arin gave me a funny look. “What? Grossed out by the idea of your cousin coming onto you?”

My scowled deepened. “She’s my cousin, Arin.”

Arin shrugged and stood up from the couch, wiping the last traces of tears from her eyes.

She turned around, staring out the sliding door into the darkness outside, muttering, “Well when you’re out of options, you’re out of options.” And with that, she went upstairs.

Feeling a little weirded out by the whole situation, I stayed on the couch and tried to process everything that had happened. And I thought about Arin’s words about being out of options and everything.

It was true, we were all out of options. For as much as the girls fought each other, I knew deep down that they loved each other. I certainly loved them both. It was why we had never questioned our parents’ orders to obey strict quarantine and not risk exposing Bukky to something that could quite literally kill her.

But What if Arin was right, and the lockdowns wouldn’t get lifted until a vaccine was developed? could the three of us really be stuck together like this for the rest of the banging year?

The idea of that sobered me. I suppose I had al way s known in the back of my head that this thing could last a lot longer than any of us realized, at least in theory. But didn’t people say this would all blow over by summer? didn’t all the scientific theory say the virus wouldn’t do well once the weather warmed up?

I well and truly loved both my cousins, and Pornny and my right hand could keep me busy for a while, butno way was I Going to Go a whole banging year without having real sex with a live, human girl. The virus wouldn’t last that long. It just couldn’t.

I don't want bangin’ waiting a whole bangin’ year! my dick informed me coldly.






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I was sitting up in bed, slowly jacking my rod while reading a story about this high brow investment banker whose heretofore unknown father died and left him to inherit a few billion dollars, when a knock sounded at my door along with some muffled question that I couldn’t quite hear.

I was rather engrossed in a part when the main character woke up in his new penthouse apartment spooned behind his busty Australian personal assistant, started making out with her, and started to burrow his thick shaft deep into her wet tunnel, so without looking up I called out a querying, “Yeah?”

My bedroom door opened, Bukky walked in, asking, “Hey squirt, have you seen my—- My goodness!”

I jerked my eyes a way from the iPad, gawking in shock to find my big cousin in my bedroom while I had my hand around my dick. I was dressed only in my pajama trousers, but those had been pushed down to mid-thigh to give me free access to my upright shaft, and then it was my turn to exclaim, “Aw goodness, Bukky! What are you DOING in here?”

“I asked if it was alright for me to come in! you said ‘yes’!”

She waved her arms for emphasis but made no move to leave the room. Instead, she continued gawking at my crotch, and more specifically at the erection still bobbing around seeing as I was incomprehensibly more embarrassed about the sex story and was busy trying to hit the iPad lock button and make it Go a way . Only then did I remember to yank my pajama trousers all the way up.

“I don’t remember saying ‘yes’!” I said tersely, blushing bright pink.

With my dick now out of sight, Bukky finally brought her gaze up to my face. “Well you did,” she said defensively. “I would never just barge in here without asking. I know for SURE there’s a 50/50 chance of you doing ... well ... exactly What you were doing ... just now.”

“Okay, okay, Whatever. Let’s try to pretend you never saw anything.” I grimaced, recognizing that I had been distracted and quite possibly had replied in the affirmative without realizing it.
“What d'you want?”

“I ... uhhh...” My big cousin looked stumped for a moment, having clearly forgotten What she’d come here to ask. She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember as she stared off into the middle-distance.

But then her gaze tracked across my bare-naked torso, down my six-pack abs, and to the bulge in my pajama trousers that hadn’t gone a way , and her mouth went slack a bit.

I sighed, still on edge. realizing that this is What it must feel like to have really big boobs while wearing a low-cut top, I gestured with both hands and muttered, “My eyes are up here, Bukky.”

My big cousin blinked twice, jerked her gaze up to my face, and winced. And then without another word, she fled the room.

Our parents had alway s told us not to Go to bed angry. Residual animosity from a fight would fester overnight and become even worse. When lined up like a set of dominoes, each tile slightly bigger than the last, even the smallest offense could ultimately bring down a mountain ... or something. I was never sure about Dad’s analogy.

As a whole, my cousins and I hadn’t been doing a very good job of listening to that advice. For weeks now Bukky had been holing herself up in her room, stewing in her own hatred and frustration at our situation, and neither Arin nor I had done much to draw her out. We used to be good at that sort of thing back when all three of us lived at home. But after moving out to Go to college, I suppose we had gotten out of the habit.

The point is: I knew Bukky was feeling weird and awkward, and I didn’t want those feelings to fester. We had just gotten her to be a functioning, participative member of our family, and I was scared she would retreat back to hiding into her cave all day every day.

Bukky’s door was closed, obviously. It was almost midnight and we all had Zoom classes in the morning. Arin would be asleep by now, and I had been trying to squeeze out a last ejaculation before Going to bed myself. I knocked twice and waited for her to let me in.

She didn’t.

I waited about fifteen seconds, knocked again, and this time added, “Bukky? It’s me. can we talk?”

“Go away .”

“C’ome on, Bukky...”

“What do you want?”

“I just want to talk to you.”

There was a short pause before she replied, “It was my fault. I’m sorry for barging in on you. just Go back to your room and jerk off and we’ll forget the whole thing happened, alright?”

I took a deep breath, weighing her wish for me to just Go a way and forget everything against my concern that we hadn’t actually resolved anything. “Bukky, please? Talk to me.”

“We’re talking.”

“Can’t you let me in?”

There was silence.

I waited her out, giving her some time to process. Ten seconds turned into twenty, and then thirty. But just when I was about to ask again, the door popped open and Bukky stood there with a stricken look on her face.

Before I could say a word, she waved me in, and I headed for her desk chair while she closed the door behind me.

My big cousin returned to her bed and sat cross-legged atop it, looking at me expectantly. “you wanted to talk? Talk.”

“I just want to make sure everything’s cool between me and you,” I explained. “I couldn’t be sure of that standing on the other side of your door.”

“It’s fine. We’re cool. And if that’s it, I’d like to Go to bed now.” Bukky gestured for me to leave.

I kept my butt firmly planted in the chair. Arching an eyebrow, I gave her a skeptical look and asked, “What’s inappropriate?”

“What’s inappropriate?” she scoffed. “What’s inappropriate? EVERYTHING’S inappropriate! I’ve been cooped up in this banging house for almost two banging months, scared of a virus that will quite literally kill me if I catch it while half the friends on my Facebook feed are out and about acting as if everything in the world is banging normal, even though we all know that BOTH of Bibiana’s grandparents died of this thing, Kevin’s older brother got over it but can’t run FIFTY feet without getting winded, and now Ashley’s entire family has it!

What’s inappropriate?!? We’re in the middle of a banging pandemic, I’ll probably never see half my college friends ever again, I haven’t gotten laid since three days before being sent home, I havenobanging clue when I’ll be able to even touch another man for the rest of my life, and my little brother has a big bangING cock I can’t get out of my banging MIND! that’S What’s inappropriate!”

For the first half of my cousin’s rant, I had been mentally formulating a response that would address her concerns over the uncertainty of the situation, explaining that we were all in this together and that even though

Arin and I didn’t have immune system issues like she did, we would never abandon her and would al way s be here to take care of her. But then the last part of her rant hit me, and all those coherent statements flew right out the window.

I blinked rapidly, my jaw dropped to the floor, and I just sort of gaped at her like a fish flopping on the deck.



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For the first half of my cousin’s rant, I had been mentally formulating a response that would address her concerns over the uncertainty of the situation, explaining that we were all in this together and that even though Arin and I didn’t have immune system issues like she did, we would never abandon her and would always be here to take care of her.

But then the last part of her rant hit me, and all those coherent statements flew right out the window.

I blinked rapidly, my jaw dropped to the floor, and I just sort of gaped at her like a fish flopping on the deck.

two seconds later, Bukky’s jaw dropped as far as mine had, although she covered it with her mouth and popped her eyes open WIDE, as if in utter shock she’d said those words out loud.

I managed to recover first. “Uh ... well...” I began uncertainly, not sure how to respond but desperate to cover the awkward silence. “Thank you? I think? For the compliment?”

Bukky snorted, cracked a smile at my weak joke, but then buried her face in both hands and looked ready to cry.

Seeing my big cousin so weak and pathetic, my familial instinct kicked in and I was suddenly out of the chair. I moved to sit beside her and wrapped both arms around her in a fierce hug. She had managed to keep it in so far, but the moment I held her the waterworks started. And she buried her face into my upper chest to cry her poor little heart out.

Wordlessly, I let her shudder and sob while she sagged deeper into my embrace. I adjusted my grip, hugging her tighter. The headboard wasn’t far behind me, and I reclined against it with her pillows supporting my lower back. that allowed Bukky to truly rest her head against my chest, and I was able to look down at her, brushing locks of hair back from her pretty face, beautiful even though her expression was one of abject misery.

I don’t know how long she cried, but I held her until she’d let it all out. Even when her sobs went silent, I squeezed my arms, willing her to understand that I loved her. She was my big cousin, after all. And after a while, she lapsed into such stillness that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

But just when I started to think about how to escape, plotting out how I’d gently lower her head to the pillows and slide myself laterally across her bed, her eyes opened and she looked up at me, my love for her mirrored in her eyes. Yeah, she could be a real bitch sometimes, but I understood the stress she was under and didn’t really hold it against her. I told her with my eyes that I would al way s be here for her, and I’d like to think she understood.

That was when she kissed me. One minute, I was smiling down at her, wordlessly just reminding her I was here for her. The next, she had closed the gap between our lips, molded hers around mine, and hummed rapturously as her tongue parted my teeth and pushed in to tease mine.

At first, I responded in kind. I’d kissed quite a few girls over the years and had lots and lots of practice. My arms instinctively pulled her closer to me and I tilted my head to the side to pull my nose out of the way . Bukky moaned and scooted up the bed a little closer to get a better angle on me, but as I felt her right hand slide off my belly and start to head further south, I suddenly realized exactly What I was doing, and WHO I was doing it with.

Breaking the kiss, I pulled my head back while my eyes flew open in shock. “Bukky? What are we--?” I began in confusion.

Her right hand darted up behind my head and tugged it so that my forehead was pressed against hers. Her eyes closed and she husked in a low voice, “Please?”

That’s it. just one word, pregnant with all kinds of meaning. She didn’t need more than one word, because I already understood What she was asking. She needed this right now. She needed me right now. She needed to kiss me and feel love, and was that really so much to ask?

Nodding slowly, I bent my lips to hers and renewed the liplock.

Bukky sighed happily, her left arm holding me tight while her right cinched around the back of my neck. We kissed and kissed and kissed some more. My conscience went to war with my heart, telling me this was inappropriate. My heart fought back, the sound of my cousin’s “Please” echoing over and over and over again.

And hell, kissing her felt good. I hadn’t been kissed like this since the last time I saw Beauty face-to-face. I’d spent almost two months only experiencing self-inflicted orgasms, never feeling the touch of another human being in a sexual way except for my own right hand. And even though I couldn’t compare the stress I was under to What Bukky had been Going through pretty stressful to be under lockdown for this long, painfully aware that if I were to screw up and catch the virus outside from someone else, it may not kill me but it certainly could kill someone I loved.

It’s not like we were having sex. This was just kissing. Brothers and cousins kiss each other all the time...

But this wasn’t such a big difference, right? I’d pecked both Bukky and Arin on the lips lots of times ... although it had probably been a few years since the last time. Still ... this was just kissing.

And then Bukky’s hand slid into my pajama trousers and wrapped around my boner.

I broke the kiss again, “My goodness.”

My big cousin kept kissing me, although her lips werenolonger on my mouth. While my eyelids fluttered and I gasped in surprise, Bukky nibbled on my chin, walked her lips down my jawline, and sucked on my neck a little bit. Her cool hand encircled my rod, pumping back and forth along its length while she audibly groaned into the crook of my neck. And I was powerless to resist her.

This is soooo much better than stroking myself, I thought.

“I love your cock, little brother,” she crooned before sucking my neck again, not quite enough to leave a hickey but getting pretty close. “It’s so hot. It’s so big.

“Bukky...” I breathed, not believing this was happening.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a cock in my hands?”

“Bukky...” I groaned. “We shouldn’t.”




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This is soooo much better than stroking myself, I thought.

“I love your cock, little brother,” she crooned before sucking my neck again, not quite enough to leave a hickey but getting pretty close. “It’s so hot. It’s so big.

“Bukky...” I breathed, not believing this was happening.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a cock in my hands?”

“Bukky...” I groaned. “We shouldn’t.”

“Please, little brother?” Her hand sped up its pumping.

“Oh goodness ... Bukky...”

“I love your cock. It’s beautiful, did you know that?”

“actually, I did.” I actually laughed a little. “Beauty said the same thing. Others, too.”

“I’ll bet you’re pretty good at pleasing girls with this weapon, aren’t you?”

I groaned, feeling torn. “Bukky ... I’m your brother.”

“Well are you? Are you a pussy-pleaser?”

“Bukky ... Are you actually suggesting--”

“I’m Going to taste him, okay? I haven’t had a real dick in my mouth in such a long time.”

“My goodness, Bukky. We can’t ... I--”

“Pleeeease? I need it. I want it. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Bukky, Bukky, oh goodness. you’re my cousin. We really sh--. My goodness!”

It was in her mouth. She’d slid down the bed while I rambled, pulled the waistband of my pajama trousers down, and crammed the first four inches of my prick into her mouth.

Thirty minutes aGo, I had been slowly jacking myself while reading about a fictional hot model sucking the dick of a fictional high brow I-banker. Now my actual cousin was sucking my actual cock, and I was helpless to resist her. I simply felt too good.

“Mmph, mmph, mmph.” Bukky feasted on me like I was the yummiest dessert she’d ever tasted.

“Bang, bang, bang!” I groaned, unable to do anything but let my head fall back and place a hand atop her head. “My goodness, Bukky. you’re amazing at this.”

My big cousin popped off at the compliment, beaming up at me when I looked down at her. She gave me a silly grin and redoubled her efforts. This time, she fed on me with a little bit more of a sloppy technique, wet and crazy and keeping her big, beautiful eyes on me the whole time. Before, she had been sucking my dick to satisfy her internal cravings. Now, she was performing.

“My goodness you’re amazing,” I repeated, in awe of the sight of her lips stretched wide around my girth. My big cousin was on all fours, the scoop-neck of her pajama shirt hanging super low and affording me an incredible view of her bra-less tits.

I knew from doing the laundry that she wore 36D bras, and those big juicy melons s way ed back and forth, every now and again allowing a pale pink nipple to come into view. She was taking more of me into her mouth by now, not deep-Drinking me or anything but still bobbing up and down with gusto.

She managed to smile around a mouthful of man-meat, pausing to wink at me before resuming. Only then did I realize she was fingering herself at the same time.

Part of me felt like I owed it to her to return the favor. Part of me rebelled at the idea of Going down on her. not that I had any qualms about eating a girl out – but she was my cousin. We were already crossing a line I never thought we’d cross, and I couldn’t bring myself to suggest crossing another one.

Plus ... well ... getting my first Mouth Gig in nearly two months was FANTASTIC, and I didn’t want her to stop. I sagged downward a couple of inches, letting my upper-body went limp as I concentrated on the pleasure. Beauty had been a pretty good BJ artist, but dayyum my cousin could suck dick. And Bukky hadn’t even pulled out her best weapons yet.

After only a few minutes of blowing me, Bukky suddenly went still as she concentrated on herself. She remained bent over with four inches of my dick in her mouth, suckling softly while her eyes were closed.

I noticed her forearms was shaking with a lot more intensity, and ten seconds later, she more or less screamed into my mushroom head.

Her head trembled, her spine contorted, and she quivered and quaked as the orgasm took over her entire body. And when it finally finished, her eyes flashed wide open as she stared up into my face.

Then she really went to work.




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After only a few minutes of blowing me, Bukky suddenly went still as she concentrated on herself. She remained bent over with four inches of my dick in her mouth, suckling softly while her eyes were closed.

I noticed her forearms was shaking with a lot more intensity, and ten seconds later, she more or less screamed into my mushroom head. Her head trembled, her spine contorted, and she quivered and quaked as the orgasm took over her entire body. And when it finally finished, her eyes flashed wide open as she stared up into my face.

Then she really went to work.

Now with both hands free, my cousin wrapped them around my shaft and twisted them in opposite directions while she nibbled on the knob. She tickled my testicles.

She scratched her nails on my thighs. And she gripped my hips for increased leverage as she more or less tugged her face all the way down my shaft.

Only one girl had ever managed to deep-throat me. Bukky made it two. She even stuck her tongue out to lick my balls while she was doing it.

By now I simply lay back and let Bukky do Whatever the hell she wanted to me. If you had told me this morning that my day would end with a smokin’ hot, big-titted babe would be sucking my dick, I would’ve been only too thrilled to hear it. The fact that she turned out to be my big cousin wouldn’t have changed a thing at all, because right now my smokin’ hot, big-titted big cousin was giving me the most amazing Mouth Gig of my life while I moaned and thrashed and pleaded with her to let me cum.

She teased me to the edge of eruption and backed off more times than I can count. She tickled my tip with the little nub on the end of her tongue. She slam-banged her own face on my upright prod, skewering her throat over and again. I was sweating profusely, quivering with need. And finally I simply grabbed hold of her head, held it down so she couldn’t back a way , and crunched those ab muscles she admired to thrust my dick up into her waiting hole.

She started laughing, promptly choked, and I immediately let Go of her head, groaning in frustration. But Bukky quickly caught her breath, started stroking my shaft again, and flashed me a wicked grin.

“Is my little brother getting impatient to get off?”

“stop banging teasing me,” I wheezed.

“Aww ... poor baby ... Let big Sis make it all better...” And with that, she hoovered my meat into her mouth.

It didn’t take long after that. She’d stopped teasing and instead focused on my mushroom head, using both hands to stroke me expertly. like a farmgirl pumping a hand crank for water, she drew out my life-giving liquid with power and precision, and then suddenly I felt my swollen testicles evacuating their precious load.

“Bukky!“ I exclaimed, clenching my teeth to avoid yelling loud enough for Arin to hear, as the cum raced up my rod and blasted off into her sucking mouth.

“Bukky!“ I repeated, still clenching, half in disbelief that I was screaming my own cousin’s name.

“Bukky!“ I whimpered one last time, feeling her milk out the final few spurts with a little extra squeeze in her fingers.

Finally, I was done. My spine went limp and my body sagged against the mattress. I gasped for breath, winded for the moment. Bukky had swallowed every last drop but continued to nurse my penis as if she were hunting for even more. But after another minute or so, she finally picked her head up and flashed me yet another wicked grin.

“My little brother just came in my mouth,” she murmured, whether to me or to herself I’m not quite sure.

“I’ve got my little brother’s sperm in my belly,” she added, giggling in delight.

Catching my breath, I gestured for her to come closer. “Kiss me, Bukky,” I crooned.

She looked surprised, but pleasantly surprised, as she crawled up the bed and lay in my arms. She kissed me as requested, this time with none of the urgent passion of before. It was a much more ... cousinly ... kiss this time around, butnoless loving for it. In fact, there was probably even more. We held each other and continued kissing for a long, long time. Longer, I imagine, than I had ever kissed a lover after climax.

But eventually, the moment passed, and we pulled a way from each other. Now that the elated high of sexual arousal was gone, niggling doubt began to creep into the back of my mind. Had we done the right thing? Had we lost our heads had gone too far? did we really just commit incest?

I saw the same worry in my heart reflected in Bukky’s eyes. Her smile faded slowly, and almost in embarrassment she raised the waistband of my pajama trousers to tuck me back inside. But after staring at my crotch for a long few seconds, not actually staring at my crotch but rather staring a thousand yards beyond it, she blinked twice and leaned up to kiss me on the lips once more.

It lasted just a moment, so fleeting that I found myself following after a few inches to try and keep our mouths together, and she quickly rolled off the bed.

“Bukky?” I asked hesitantly, scared that we’d somehow irreparably damaged our relationship. Forever.

“Go to bed,” she said quietly, the tone that of a big cousin used to ordering around her siblings.






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“Go to bed,” she said quietly, the tone that of a big cousin used to ordering around her siblings.

Obediently, I swung my legs out and stood up. But before I walked a way , I gave her a sad look and asked, “What happens now?”

She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled it took ten seconds for the air to stop whistling. Shaking her head slowly, she looked up at me and shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

Pursing my lips, I nodded my understanding. She walked over to the door, opened it, and looked at me expectantly. I headed to the door way , but as I came alongside her, I stopped, gave her a warm smile, and leaned down to kiss her once more.

She let me, whimpering a little as my tongue penetrated her lips. But I didn’t overstay my welcome, standing up again and giving her a reassuring look. “I love you, Bukky,” I told her sincerely.

She brightened a little and smiled back. “I love you, too.”

And then I returned to my room.


“you okay, bro? you seem a little ... distracted. did you not get a good night’s sleep?”

Arin looked at me with genuine concern as she joined me at the dining table. I had been staring off into space, holding my spoon a few inches in the air above my bowl of Corn flakes.

I belatedly realized I had been grinding my teeth a bit. I blinked a few times and looked at her, shaking my head in the negative. “Uh, no, nothing like that. I slept great actually.”

It was true. I had slept like a baby. Well, not like a baby - waking up three times in the middle of the night screaming for milk or having wet underwear. Truly, that’s a strange idiom. But I digress...

I’d been doing that a lot this morning. Digressing, not wetting my underwear. One moment, I’d been pouring milk into my bowl of cereal.

The next, I’d been remembering What Bukky’s lips felt like as she nibbled on my mushroom head like a fuzzy caterpillar. Which is a really strange metaphor that I don’t understand. And I’m digressing again.

“I’m fine,” I lied to my little cousin. “just thinking about a quiz I have in ten minutes.”

I’m wondering if Bukky hates me for What we did last night while simultaneously reminiscing about how supremely talented my cousin is at giving blowjobs, I didn’t say.

“Uh-huh,” Arin replied noncommittally. But she took her seat and said nothing further, digging into her own bowl of oatmeal.

“Morning, guys,” Bukky greeted us with a perky grin as she tore into the kitchen like a tornado.

Moving more quickly than I could believe, she grabbed coffee grounds from the pantry, stepped across the kitchen to the coffee maker, poured the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, put a way the bag, crossed to cabinet, pulled out a big coffee mug, crossed to the sink, filled the mug with water, returned to the coffee maker, poured in the water, placed the mug under the spout, and hit the start button.

And while that seems like very long run-on sentence, it doesn’t actually take very long to read, and yet somehow Bukky managed to execute all those steps in even less time.

“Bye, guys,” she called in a sing-song voice as she exited the room to Go back upstairs.

Arin and I exchanged amused looks. “When was the last time Bukky called us ‘guys’?” she wondered aloud.

I arched an eyebrow and thought about that. “She was probably still in high school.”

Arin chuckled and shook her head. “I’m just glad she seems to be in a good mood. you’d think she got laid or something last night.”

I promptly choked on my next bite.

Bukky really did seem happy this morning, as her perky-hyper mood continued when she returned downstairs to collect her coffee. Seriously, if the girl was moving that fast to begin with, why the hell would she even need the caffeine?

I’m digressing again.

The point is: I started to relax about the whole ‘Does my cousin hate me’ thing. I had been at the sink rinsing out my bowl when she picked up her coffee mug, took a sip, and actually winked at me over the rim.

I smiled in response, a reaction that only made her even happier, and I could’ve sworn she waggled her butt at me as she left the kitchen to Go back upstairs.

It was a good thing Arin had already left by then, taking her oatmeal and a glass of OJ up to her bedroom. Her class started five minutes before mine.

So with my mind much more at ease, I headed up to my own room to start classes for the day, worried less about whether or not Bukky had irreparably harmed our relationship, and wondering more about What would happen next.

But I would have to wonder quite a bit longer. While Bukky continued to spend more time with us, the same as she had done for the past week, there werenomore late-night visits to my bedroom. She madenocomment or reference to our illicit Mouth Gig. She talked to me the same way she had al way s talked to me. She hugged me the same way she had al way s hugged me. And if I hadn’t been abso-smurfingly certain that the Mouth Gig did indeed happen in real life, I might’ve started wondering if it wasn’t some kind of wet dream.

The rest of the school week passed without incident. On Saturday, the three of us masked-up and took a 4-mile loop trail through a canyon filled with spring wildflowers and topped out at a nice bluff with a view. Sunday, we played a few board games and watched a movie together, all three of us, and then the media platformd our parents (and grandparents) just to check in. And Monday we went right back into the school routine.

I never said a word about What had happened.

Bukky never said a word about What happened.




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