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Justin slept very lightly. He’d been woken by things quieter than pin droppings, so the phone ringing was no exception. Before he answered, he glanced at the clock. “Shit,” he muttered, realizing it was eight in the evening. He worked 3rd shift, so he started a eleven. The daily revelation of his obligation to show at work had never failed to be a negative one. He groggily picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Justin D’Amour?” Justin wondered if it was that fat bastard Ed McMahon with ten million dollars for him. Then he remembered that Ed McMahon didn’t have a cute feminine voice. “Yeah, why?” he questioned. “Who is this?”

There was a tiny squeal at the other end. “It’s Brittney, you fucker!” the voice screamed. Then it hit Justin. It was his cousin, Brittney. He hadn’t seen her in ages.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked. “Not much,” she began. “It’s been too long, and I’ve never been good at phone conversations. I’ve got some booze and we can talk for a while. What do you say?” Justin thought this was great. He hadn’t seen Brittany in a good seven years, back when they were both thirteen or so. “Shit, I’d love to,” he answered. “I’ve got work tonight, though…”

“Call in sick!” she ordered. You’ve seen your job more recently than me.” He figured that she was right. She gave him directions, they said goodbye and hung up. Then he called work in a voice he hoped was convincing and told them he had the flu. Surprisingly they gave it to him. With that, he headed down to Brittney’s house. The entire ten minute drive was full of excitement. They used to have so much fun together. It would be nice to see her again. Upon his arrival, he knocked at the door full of curiosity. When she answered, they both liked what they saw….a little too much (and the readers gasp in shock). He took a good look at her.

She had long, flowing blonde hair accompanied by bright green eyes, pouty lips and a perfect complexion. Her beautiful figure was hugged by a tight navel revealing shirt reading “Fuck You” and a plaid red skirt. Her legs were long and delicious looking and she wore no shoes. It was a far cry from the pimply and clumsy teen he used to know. He had to shake these thoughts from his head, though. “Hey, Brittney,” he greeted her warmly. They hugged, but Justin had to withdraw quickly so she wouldn’t feel his growing erection. “Hey Justin,” she said. “You’re looking great.”

“So are you,” he told her. They stood there for a while, trying not to look at eachother too much. “Oh, I’m such a putz,” she laughed. “Come in.” He walked in, seeing a blue couch, a stairwell, and a kitchen. Next to the kitchen was a hallway. He tried to look away at anything to calm his growing woody. “Sit down,” she offered. She sat. He sat. For the next hour or so, they talked about how they were doing, memories, ex-boyfriends/girlfriends, shit like that. All the while though, they exchanged glances that hinted at their inhibited lust. Finally, Justin asked about the promised alcohol.

“Where’s the booze?”

She smiled. “It’s behind the couch,” she said. She turned and bent over the arm, grabbing the beer, and giving Justin a great view of her lovely ass. His dick twitched; he couldn’t take much more.

“Damn, where’s your bathroom?” he asked.

“Second room in the hall,” she answered. As he walked off trying to conceal his throbbing member, she called back, “Don’t take too long, or I’ll drink it all myself!” ‘Fuck’, he thought, ‘I won’t take long at all’. As soon as he got into the bathroom, he closed the door and dropped to his knees, pulling his cock out and beating it like mad. Visions of his cousin bouncing up and down on his dick and calling out his name ran through his head. Within seconds his hips bucked forward and he shot out a thick wad of jism into the toilet.

Little did he know that Brittney saw all of this. She had followed him, opened the door ever so gently immediately after he had closed it, and watched him. The sight of her cousin masturbating in her bathroom drove her mad with desire. She had already wanted him, but now it simply couldn’t wait. Her hand rushed down her stomach and she began to finger herself. With her other hand she rubbed her breasts. Finally, she decided it was time. She rose, walked into the bathroom right behind Justin and ran her hands down his chest.

Oddly enough, this didn’t surprise him at all. He got up to his feet, turned, and his lips made contact with hers. They wrapped their arms around each other’s waists, Justin’s pants falling to his ankles, and they briefly separated their mouths.

“This is wrong…” Justin whispered.

“I don’t care…” Brittney whispered back. Justin began kissing her neck and moved his hands down to grope her ample rump. He squeezed gently and he felt her twitch. He smiled as their tongues engaged in a vicious battle and asked, almost totally out of breath, “Where’s the bedroom?”

“Down the hall,” she whispered back in an equally breathless tone. She jumped up and wrapped her muscular legs around his waist, his hardening shaft chafing her soaked panties. He slowly walked to the bedroom as they kissed madly and kept fondling her gorgeous ass. Justin laid Brittany down on her bed, instilled with so much lust that it must have had a percentage of his blood. She took off her shirt, which had no bra underneath, and he pulled her skirt upward, revealing completely saturated panties. He pulled them off and started kissing her knee, slowly moving down to her pussy, her sighs growing louder the closer he got. He licked around the shaved area and gingerly inserted his fingers inside her. A groan of pleasure escaped her. He sucked slowly on her clit as she closed her legs around him tightly.

“Oh god!” she screamed. Finally he removed his fingers and used his hands to massage her tits and ass while he ate her pussy. Her moans grew louder as he licked and sucked more rapidly, and when she began shoving her hips into his face, she came. No intelligible sounds came out of Brittney, but she was almost ready to pass out as wave after wave of pure feeling ran through her body. Justin wiped his face on her bedsheets and moved up. He kissed her and she tasted herself for the first time, savoring it. Just then she felt Justin thrust into her. She screamed like a banshee, and continued to do so until he was done thrusting in and out.

She wrapped her legs tightly around him and screamed out ridiculous things like “Cum for me, baby,” and “Fuck me Justin,” while he pounded into her harder and harder. He licked her breasts and sucked roughly on her nipples as she spurred him on, their hips bucking into eachother in unison, their bodies trembling from a pleasure that felt worse than sin. As they kissed she screamed into his mouth. “Oh god, Justin, I’m gonna cum! Ooooooooooooh!!!”

He felt the wetness engulf his groin and as her cunt squeezed on his rod, he had to cum as well. His wad shot into her, driving her even further over the edge, violent shockwaves ripping through her entire body until she thought she couldn’t take anymore and then some. When he pulled out his cock hurt, as did her pussy. They kissed softly. Justin looked into Brittney’s bright green emeralds lovingly and brushed a golden lock of her hair out of them. He decided that he didn’t care that this was his cousin. “We should do this more,” he told her. She smiled a smile that almost stopped Justin’s heart.

“Yeah,” she said. They held each other and fell asleep.

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