Morning After Sex With The Cousins
They weren't my cousins, so what are you getting all righteous about?
(As per the title, this story does have some cousin love going on, so if that squeaks you out, then maybe skip this one.)
I poured a glass of wine on the early side.
Maybe it’s a bad idea, but it’s just one fucking glass of wine, and besides, it’s nearly four-thirty in the afternoon on a Thursday, which is when the weekend starts in NYC. Technically speaking.
It’s reminding me of drunk sex for better or worse. Like the time I was eating her ass, and she burned herself on the radiator next to the couch and ended up in tears. Or possibly, getting thrown out of the bathroom of Docs after already slipping in the stall and nearly breaking my tailbone.
There are better times, like on New Year’s Eve when we drunkenly fucked on the fire escape. She had just screamed “Fuck me, Daddy,” when my neighbor stuck his head out the window to see what was going on.
But drunk sex isn’t what I want to write about. It can be fun, dubiously consensual, and borderline dangerous, all of which can be both hot and terrifying. And don’t we love that combination?
It might depend on the day. Or how many drinks we’ve had. I suspect the latter more than the former.
So, instead, let’s write about that early morning sober sex that comes after too much time holding back. Let’s write about that morning one April when the three of us woke up in bed together, having spent a chaste, albeit very drunk, night together, seeing how much sexual tension we could create before passing out.
We’ll call him Marcus because it’s a good name, even if it’s not THAT Marcus. And we’ll call her Heather because I’ve wanted to kiss every Heather I’ve ever met.
Our friendships were only slightly complicated. I mean, mine wasn’t complicated; I liked them both and had met them in college. Their relationship, on the other hand, was more difficult.
I’ll blurt it out, okay? I don’t want to sound too casual, but I also don’t want to make a huge deal out of it. It didn’t bother me one bit. But yeah, they were cousins. First cousins even. But the thing is, and this is what I told them that night as we drank so hard we couldn’t possibly do anything stupid, they met as adults.
There was a whole brood of cousins in their family. Most of them had never met, so by the time they met in college and somehow discovered their connection, they had already gotten drunk together, shared too many secrets, and, if you ask me, had probably at least kissed once, although neither of them would admit it.
Right, so back to that sweet, kind, sober morning sex I was talking about—the sex with Marcus and Heather.
We woke up smug. Proud of ourselves. Impressed with our drunken restraint. But we were still all in bed together, and while I was in between them, they each had a leg over mine, and we had all stripped down to very little. Our heads were clear, though, and we all knew that we had dodged a bullet.
I mean, if you’re gonna fuck a cousin, you might as well be sober, right? It’s just good planning, that’s what I say.
Right, so I’m in between them, hard as a rock, and they’re both so damn pretty and cute in the morning light that I pretend they’re not real. But Marcus’s knee is real as it brushes my cock, and Heather’s hand is real as it rests on my chest, toying with my chest hair.
All totally normal. And all completely fine. Nothing to see here.
But as we’ve said before, morality isn’t fixed, desire is messy, and I personally can’t resist the wrong thing, especially when it’s lying next to me in bed.
So, of course, I kissed Heather.
It was tender and sweet, and she touched my face while Marcus watched. And not just because he had to. Not just because he was right there next to me, rubbing his knee over my hard cock. But because he wanted to. He wanted to see me kiss his cute cousin, our lips and tongues teasing as all the air began to leave the room.
As soon as we pulled away, Marcus said ‘fuck’, and so I kissed him too. There was no time to think. No time to pretend and no time to let them back out. Thankfully, the second our lips touched, Heather said ‘fuck’ too and then sighed as she sunk lower on the bed, her hand moving dangerously close to the hem of her blue cotton panties.
I realize that it’s not fair that I was the only one who had no real stake in what happened. They were both hot, fun, and sexy, and there wasn’t a thing in the world that made it immoral for me to be in bed with them.
Okay, other than the fact that they had both been in my first-year English Lit class when we met. We did meet in college! I wasn’t lying about that. It’s just that I might have been in a more official position than them.
But, in my defense, they were no longer in any of my classes, and they were due to graduate very soon. So there.
Right, back to bed where my two old students––who just happened to be cousins–– were lying half-naked next to me while I moved back and forth between kissing them. Heather was gentle and sweet, her tongue teasing and playful.
Marcus tried to fuck my mouth.
The combination of the two was delightful.
I still expected them to stop; I won’t lie. I assumed a little kissing in the morning was an excellent way to end our night of constant teasing, but when Heather straddled me and let me take off her bra, Marcus didn’t turn away. And when he reached down and pulled his thick cock from his boxers and began to touch himself, Heather moaned a little and ground down against me, letting me feel how wet she was.
By that point, I was pretty sure they had stopped fighting their discomfort, but when Heather sat up, and Marcus leaned in and put my cock in his mouth, I was pretty damn sure. Especially as he held me in his hand while she hovered above me, her panties pulled to one side as her handsome cousin got me nice and slick with his pretty mouth.
When he held me still while she slid down around me, I was impressed with their willingness to break such strong social taboos. And when he put a hand on her ass and helped her rock back and forth above me before leaning in and kissing her mouth, I found myself in awe.
Without moving off me, Heather managed to get her cousin’s cock out and into her waiting hand, and so while I gripped her hips and tried not to come, she kissed him and jerked him off as both of them moaned into each other’s mouths.
“Are you sure?” Marcus asked, responding to something I hadn’t heard. Heather nodded, and a second later, she was on her back next to me while Marcus hovered over her, parted her thighs, and then slid his fat cock into her as she cried out his name like he had just come back from war.
I lay there stunned, still impressed, and a little disappointed as they fucked faster and harder next to me. She did turn and kiss me, and he helped place my hand on his ass, urging a finger where he wanted it most, but I was instantly assigned a tertiary position, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
By the time Heather started to come, I was no longer there. She held Marcus with both arms around his neck as they kissed and fucked, and I watched her body shake and twitch beneath him. When he sat up, nodded, and then kissed her again, all I could do was frantically jerk off as he started to come too, flooding his cousin while I gawked like a first-year student at an orgy.
When they finally collapsed on one another, I’ll admit that I felt a bit odd. Almost like a third wheel, if you will. They kissed, laughed, and teased, and for the first time since they came over, I began to wonder if maybe I was a prop or a catalyst. I had thought I was corrupting them, but it occurred to me that just perhaps I was the perfect excuse for them to get what they wanted.
As I lay back, my eyes closed with more than a few tears welling up within them, I felt the strangest thing. My two young friends move closer, their hands closing in on my throbbing cock followed by their mouths. And as I sat watching, they smiled up at me as they passed me gleefully back and forth until I inevitably gave in and came, much to their obvious delight.
And then, before I knew what was happening, they moved up and held me, cuddling me between them as they kissed me and hugged me and told me how wonderful I was for bringing them together.
They left after I made breakfast.
While I was tempted to go back to bed and dive into those incestuous sheets, instead, I found myself sitting on the porch with a cup of hot coffee as the town began to wake up. I was still unsure as to what had happened, but for the first time since I started teaching, I decided it wasn’t a question that needed an answer.
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