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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.

I wanted to ask her about it. I wanted to talk about it. But for some reason I could never bring myself to broach the subject. My big cousin seemed inclined to let the whole thing pass as if it had never happened, as if we’d never crossed that line.

Maybe if we both ignored the whole situation long enough, if we pretended like everything was completely normal, everything would actually Go back to normal.

So I jerked off to Pornny and read erotica. Bukky the media platformd with her friends. And if I listened carefully enough outside her door at night, sometimes I could hear her moaning as she pleasured herself.

I didn’t walk a way quite as quickly as before – sometimes I would linger and listen for a little bit. But apart from moments like that, as time went on, I thought less and less about the Mouth Gig that never should have happened.

Maybe it really was just a wet dream. I came to realize that it had been a one-time thing, destined to never be repeated or mentioned ever again. And with that realization came acceptance.

Which is why What happened next came as such a surprise.

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody groaned, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat.

She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see my cousin’s head bobbing up and down in my lap.

A fleeting concept of an idea about saying something briefly fluttered into my head, but she chose that moment to deep-throat me, causing bursts of pleasure to explode in my brain, and all I could do was set my head back down on my pillow and groan in exquisite aGony.

Sometime later (I havenoidea how much later), conscious thought managed to bubble up through the haze of pleasure into my mind. I was able to direct my right hand to rest atop my cousin’s head, just holding it for a bit before sliding down to stroke her hair and caress her cheek.

I heard her moan at my touch, the vibration of her voice causing wonderful things to happen to my dick. And then she caved in her cheeks to give me even more intense suction.

And then the sensations were gone. I wasn’t yet awake enough to process the passage of time. She could have left me for thirty seconds or she could have left me for an hour; I really don’t know. all I really know is that the next time I felt her physical presence, the weight of her body had shifted the surface of the mattress.

Her thighs were pressed to the outer sides of my own. There was moisture pressing against the tip of my cock, a different feeling from the inside of her mouth.

And then suddenly constricting, concentric pleasure was pushing down around my shaft, reminding me of the way she had deep-throated me before and yet so very, VERY different.

“Soooo ... biiiig...” she moaned softly.

that’s when my state of awareness finally woke up enough to inform me that I was having sex. For the first time in two months, I was having sex. I knew with absolute certainty that I was balls-deep inside a hot, moist pussy. And it felt so, SO good.

“My goodness,” I muttered softly.

Surprised? Yes. I was shocked more like it. But I didn’t question it.

Why would I question it? I was getting banged and I wasn’t about to do or say anything that might result in not getting banged anymore.

My eyes fluttered again; this time remaining open. I didn’t sleep with nightlights or anything like that. Illumination in the room came from the tiny LEDs of electronic devices like the power cable plug on my laptop and the clock on my nightstand, so it wasn’t pitch black, but I still couldn’t see more than a hazy outline of the figure that undulated in my lap.

I had other senses, however. Strength poured into my limbs and I slid both hands up the bare skin of my cousin’s thighs. I held her hips for a few seconds, gripping them for leverage to thrust upward a couple of times.

She whimpered as I did so, clearly enjoying the sensations, but I didn’t let my hands linger. I slid my hands further upward, feeling the fabric of her shirt against my knuckles as my fingers slid underneath it.

Moments later, my palms cupped her breasts, big D-cups that confirmed her identity as Bukky for me.

She moaned and raised her own hands to cover mine, our skin separated by her shirt. But she directed me to squeeze and handle her mammaries, something I did with a happy sigh.

And after another minute, she reached down and ripped her nightshirt over her head, leaving her completely naked as she writhed and wriggled atop me.

This is fun. Why didn’t we start doing this sooner? I asked myself, still not daring to say anything aloud lest I break the spell. Instead, I was happy to Go along for the ride as long as she did.

I was still tweaking her nipples, rolling the tips between my thumbs and forefingers, when she suddenly bent forward and kissed me fiercely. This motion knocked my hands out of the way , but I was perfectly happy to grab hold of her juicy round buttcheeks and squeeze and handle those instead.

Bukky’s tongue tangled with mine and she moaned into our liplock. She banged me with a little more urgency, speeding up and pressing her clit down harder against my pelvic bone.

She wrapped her arms around the back of my head, pushing forward so that instead of her big boobs being crushed against my chest, her big boobs were now mashed right up against my face.

I could barely breathe, being smothered by my cousin’s mammaries. But if I was Going to die tonight, oh what a way to go.




Home Alone: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

“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.




Home Alone: Home Alone: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005

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.






Home Alone: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/home-alone-with-steamy-cousins/43005