Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2018 00:50:07 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Cousin and Me: Forbidden Love Part 6b *My Cousin and Me: Forbidden Love Part 6b (with alternate ending) - * gay, incest, cousins This is a story about sex between consenting individuals. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. If you enjoy reading stories on this site, please donate. I did! Thanks. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * We didn't make it to the resort the next year, though. Tim showed up on my doorstep one sunny, Saturday afternoon in June. I couldn't have been more surprised. I took him in my arms and hugged him tightly. Thinking it might be a dream, I was reluctant to let him go. "I can't breathe, Danny." I let go just a little so that I could see his face. He was smiling when he asked, "Can I come in?" Still not wanting to let him go, I stepped aside so that he could enter, but I held onto his hand. "What are you doing here?" "I came to see you, silly." He let go of my hand then walked further into the living room and turned. "Will my stuff be okay outside? You do live in a safe neighborhood, right?" I looked back out the door and saw that his truck was filled with suitcases, boxes and even a little furniture. "Are you moving?" I asked, confused. He dipped his head then looked up at me, shyly, and replied, "I was hoping to, yes." "What are you saying, Tim?" I didn't dare hope but had to know just in case this was really happening. "You're really going to make me say it aren't you?" He asked. All I could do was nod my head. "Okay, then... I want us to live together, Dan. I can't stand us being apart anymore. I want to make a life with you. I love you." I was still in shock, so I couldn't begin to process what was happening. Tim took my silence as a "no" and remarked sadly, "I guess this was a mistake. I'll just go." As he walked past me, I had the wherewithal to reach out and grab him as he tried to leave. "It wasn't a mistake, Tim. I was just surprised that's all. In shock really. You said once that we lived in the real world and that this could never work. What made you change your mind?" "You did... when you told me you broke up with Bruce. That you just couldn't make it work with him because he wasn't me." Still unable to believe that what was happening was really happening, I stepped toward him. Reaching out to touch him again, I felt the reality of his skin as my fingertips brushed against his arms. The hair was real. The muscles were real. I dared to touch his beautiful face and it was real. His dimples were real. He was standing there in front of me and his proposal was real. "Tim, you're really here and you're really asking to live with me... but how is this going to work?" "We can figure all that out later. You never did answer my question about your neighborhood, though." I finally let out a chuckle and replied, "*Our* neighborhood is, yes, but let's move your things in now anyway. Then we can talk, okay?" "Okay." We hugged again then set about emptying his truck, effectively moving him into my home, our home. Once we were finished with the last of it, I looked around the living room that was filled with our stuff and smiled. It was overly full but in this case that was a good thing. It could all be sorted out later. Right now, we both needed to see each other naked. I stepped back and watched as he quickly stripped for me. It still amazed me every time I saw him for the first time again. The way his muscles flexed and stretched as he moved was almost lyrical. Poets could write sonnets about his body, but what I loved most about my Tim was his soul. It was good and pure and as full of love for me as mine was for him. When he was naked, I remarked, "This is how I see you every time I close my eyes." "Now you." I undressed for him and once I was naked too, standing there in front of him, he said, "This is what I see every time I close mine." Then I grabbed him, spun him around, took him to the bedroom and flung myself onto the bed. I lifted my legs and he knew what that meant. I wanted him to fuck me and I was pretty sure he wanted that as much, if not more than I did. So, he placed my legs on his shoulders as I handed him the supplies. He rolled on a condom, took the bottle of lube and got me ready quickly, then sunk his enormous cock deep inside me. I almost blew when he bottomed out, I had missed it so much over the past year. "Fuck me, big man. Fuck me hard so that I can still feel you inside me tomorrow and the next day and next week!" He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. He ravaged my mouth as he fucked me hard. I groaned into his mouth and he into mine. All too soon I was coming and so was he, but when he tried to pull out, I stopped him. "Stay... right where you are." He kissed me all over my face and after awhile, he didn't withdraw as much as fall out. He went into the en-suite, came back, cleaned us up then got back into bed. I fell asleep, blissfully, in his arms but when I awoke a few hours later, he was gone. I sat up in bed , panicked, but then I heard the toilet flush and realized he was still there. I sighed in relief as he walked back into the bedroom. He looked at me and asked, "What?" "I thought... I thought maybe this really all had been a dream." He came to bed and climbed in behind me. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he stated plainly, "No, babe, I really am here. Just look around." I saw his suitcases and let out a huge sigh of relief. Then he kissed me, sweetly yet passionately. I returned it as my heart started to calm itself. "It's my turn... to get fucked. Now give it to me, Cuz!" I chuckled and told him to get on all fours. He obliged me, and without too much foreplay, I was soon buried balls to butt inside him. I fucked him slowly because I wanted it to last. I ran my hands over his hairy glutes as I plunged inside his tight hole. He moaned his approval, so I ran my hands up and down his broad, tanned back as I withdrew. Then I leaned over as I thrust again and found his perfect nipples. I squeezed each one and he mewled his assent. I withdrew again then thrust again hard. "Ungh!" He groaned. I withdrew and thrust again. "Ungh!" I loved the sounds he made when I was thrusting inside him. "Ungh!" He groaned once more, then, ""Awww fuucckkk! I'm commiinnggg!!!" I sped up to catch up, then slammed into him one more time. "Meeee toooo!!!," I yelled out as the first juices rose through my fuck-stick, filling him up. As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of another spectacular love-making session, he interrupted my thoughts with one of his own. "I love you more today than I have ever loved you, Danny. I will always love you more than anyone else, more than you even probably love me. There it is." That phrase, "there it is," reminded me of just how alike he and his father were, had been. "You are the only one I have ever wanted to be with, so I hate to disagree with you, but I love you more." He took my face in his large, calloused hands and said, "No, I love you more. I swear on my father's grave." "You father wasn't buried, Tim. His ashes were scattered over that mountain he loved, remember?" He got a serious look on his face and confessed, "Well, actually... that's not true." I looked at him confused. "Mom couldn't do it. She had him buried on the property. I know I should have told you. I'm sorry." "What the fuck, Tim?!" I exclaimed as I shot up out of the bed. I couldn't look at him, so I went to the window and pulling the curtains back, I looked out over the backyard, our backyard now, pissed that I'd been lied to all these years. That's what I was thinking when I felt his hairy arms encircle me. "I wanted to tell you, but Mom thought it best if you didn't know. She thought you might erect some kind of shrine to him. Between you and me, I think she was kind of jealous of the relationship you two had." When I thought about it, I had to give her credit because I probably would have done exactly that, if I'd known about it. "I didn't think we had any secrets, Tim." "That's the only one, I swear," then he held his right hand up in front of me in the Boy Scout salute. I laughed and said, "You were never a Boy Scout, Tim." He joined me, saying, "I know, but you were." I turned to face him. My anger gone, I kissed him. He kissed me back then commented, "Now, I think we should get back into bed." "I couldn't agree more, baby." I gave him a quick peck on the lips and followed him back to our bed. Then he kissed me as if sealing the deal. We fell asleep in each other's arms and didn't wake again until much later. We were both starved, so I called the local pizza delivery place and ordered dinner. About thirty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I told Tim to stay in bed while I took care of it. I went to the door naked while Tim protested from the bedroom, but I was opening the door before he could stop me. The young man was a little taken aback but quickly pulled himself together. He handed me the food as I handed him a very generous tip. He thanked me then wished us a good evening and left. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" Tim asked from the living room, now dressed only in a pair of boxers. "What? I'm an exhibitionist. You know that." "True, just still hoping that someday you'll put some clothes on when you answer the door, that's all." "You just keep hoping, babe, but it just ain't a gonna happen. Now let's eat." We enjoyed our pizza, and beer from the fridge and afterwards, we sat on the couch and began the discussion that I was dreading but which needed to happen. "So, what do we do now?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to hear the answer. He got up, fetched something from the other room, then came back and sat down beside me once more. He handed me a piece of paper and as I read it, I began to wonder if it really could work. "So, what do you think?" He asked as I laid the paper in my lap. "Interesting." "That's all you have to say, `interesting'?" "This is the first time I`m seeing this. You need to give me a minute to process the information." "Okay... but don't you see? This is a great opportunity for us. You could have your own gallery and I could run it!" "But what do you know about running a gallery, Tim?" "Nothing! But it's a business and I've been the one running the farm ever since dad died. I know I could do this." I had to admit his enthusiasm was contagious, but I also had to point out the obvious, "But it's in France, Tim. Do you suddenly speak French now?" "No, but you do. Don't you see? This could work. Neither of our families will ever be able to visit and..." "True, but how do we explain your sudden interest in France and galleries?" "I already have." "You have?" "Yeah, I told everyone about it and they think it's great that I'm willing to help you out like this." "So, you told them it was my dream and you're coming along to help me make it work." "Yes! Genius, right?!" "And they bought it?" I wasn't sure about that at all. "Hook, line and sinker. Now all I need is for you to get onboard. What do you say?" "It's a lot to think about, Tim. Can I have the weekend?" He took my face in his hands and kissed me. "Take all the time you need." He said as he led me back to the bedroom. We stayed in bed most of the weekend, only getting up to eat. We talked nonstop as Tim continued to outline his plan for our future. By the time Monday rolled around, I was unable to find a single thing wrong with his plan. So, the next step was to take time off from work and visit the town in France where the gallery and apartment were located. As it turned out, the property came with a house that we could live in and an apartment to rent out above the gallery. The town was small but cute, hosted an annual art festival and was on a pilgrimage route with a famous landmark located just across the square from the gallery space. The town was also on the way from Paris to Bordeaux, so it was a place in which travelers had been stopping for centuries. Tim really had done his homework. We put down a deposit, signed some papers, then went home and began to make arrangements for the move to Europe. * After we'd been living in France for a few years, Tim's sister decided to come for a visit. The house had three bedrooms, so it was easy to pretend that Tim slept in one and I in another. What we hadn't counted on was LeeAnn bringing her new girlfriend. It was a surprise to both of us that LeeAnn chose this way to "come out" to us. LeeAnn and Katie spent a week with us and by the time they were ready to go home again, it appeared that LeeAnn hadn't suspected a thing. Katie was another story altogether. As we were saying our "goodbyes" before security, Katie pulled me aside under the pretense of wanting to give the brother and sister a little privacy. "I wanted to thank you for a lovely week. Your gallery is great, and we wish you much success," she told me when we were by ourselves. "We enjoyed having you both," I replied. "Just a word of warning, though. In case any more of the family comes to visit. The drawings and paintings of Tim, while beautiful and skillfully done, I think reveal a little too much." "I don't know what you mean." I assured her, hoping she hadn't put two and two together. "Dan, while you two put up a good front, I can see from the way you captured him on paper and canvas that the two of you are more than housemates and business partners. Tell me I'm wrong." I remained silent, so she continued. "Don't worry. I won't give you away. It's obvious to me, even if LeeAnn chooses not to see it, that you two are hopelessly in love." "Why do you say `hopelessly'?" "Because I can see why you had to move out of the country... so family would be less likely to come for visits. Am I right?" I just nodded. "Your secret's safe with me. And for the record, I hope you'll be truly happy for the rest of your lives." "Thanks, Katie. I appreciate that. Have a safe trip home." We hugged, then rejoined my cousins. I hugged LeeAnn then they left to board their plane. On the drive home, Tim was being awfully quiet, so I asked him if anything was wrong. After a slight hesitation he finally answered, "It's something LeeAnn said." "What did she say?" "She said she hoped I was happy. That she wanted me to know she approved of my choice." "You mean...?" I started. "Yup, she guessed right away. She doesn't think Katie knows, but..." I burst out laughing. It was uncontrollable and I'm afraid I kind of worried him. He looked that way anyway. Once I could speak, I confessed, "Katie told me basically the same thing, but she doesn't think LeeAnn knows! Isn't that hilarious?" I could tell he didn't at first, but then he chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief. "I guess we're pretty lucky, aren't we?" He asked with a grin. "I'd say so. It could have gone horribly wrong but ended up being just fine. I don't know how anyone else in our families would feel about it, but at least we have your sister and her girlfriend on our side." "I say we go home, live our lives, and save our worries for another day. You with me, Cuz?" He put his hand over mine as it lay on the gearshift. I answered, "I am... always... all the way to the end, Cuz." It truly was love between my cousin and me, even if it was forbidden love. The End