From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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My Neighbor's Incest Part XVIII

bistander

Christmas Break

A taser sound caused me to whip my head to the right. A kingfisher zipped past and landed on the nearby no-wake sign. "I love watching them eat fish." Cindy pointed. "He's gonna dive in and pluck one unsuspecting fish from under the water. Watch, it's amazing how big a fish he can stuff down his throat. Might remind you of someone." Cindy nudged me with her elbow.

I used my foot to get the swing in motion. Cindy and I floated peacefully through the air while I absorbed the surrounding environment. White gulls circled overhead and dove for fish. A heron or egret was standing on the shoreline, spearing fish with incredible poise and grace. A few mullets happily leaped into the air and splashed down without concern for all the hungry birds.

"I can see why your parents wanted to live here. It's beautiful. I put my arm around her shoulders and tugged Cindy against me. "I hate that you moved away, but this is really nice."

When I turned, I found Cindy's face right there, staring at me. It was like we both had a confession to make. She blinked hard, and our lips moved together. A warm nervous feeling circled in my stomach. Cindy's hand suddenly felt like it was burning my leg where it rested on my thigh.

The taste of her lips and tongue took me back to the night on my couch. My heart raced as my hand caressed her cheek, then pushed past her ear into her hair. I kissed more urgently as her fingers squeezed my leg. I jerked back and looked around with fright. "Shoot, Cindy, I'm sorry. Jeez, anyone could have seen us."

The reality of my words and the realization of what we were moving toward left a sobering look on Cindy's face. She exhaled and took a deep breath before removing her hand from my leg. "Right, yes, you're right. Okay, so tell me about the bracelet? Jasmine must have been excited. It must have been really hard for you to leave, to spend Christmas with me. Has anything happened with their dad?" Cindy's nervous reaction was a pleasant reminder of Susan's rambling tongue, which I had caught.

A comfortable peace washed over my soul as I smiled back at the reason I wanted to be here. All the beauty of nature surrounding us was an added bonus, but Cindy had been all I had looked forward to on my long bus ride. I had not planned or expected I would have been kissing her in such a passionate way ever again, but I couldn't say I regretted it. It happened so spontaneously; who could regret such a wonderful thing?

"Cindy, it was easy to come to see you. For one thing, you're like my best friend. I guess that sounds stupid, and I can't explain it, but you are. Plus, who else can I talk to about my girlfriends?" I took a peek at Cindy to see if she understood or felt my best friend comment. Her face seemed to indicate her mind was far away from anything I said, so I continued, hoping she would catch up. "The bus ride was long and boring but gave me time to think about all the things that have been going on. I don't know why I think this, but I don't think their dad is coming back this time. Really, I don't think Chris is going to let him come back."

"Chris? You mean Mrs. Davis? You call your girlfriend's mother by her first name? Did you say, girlfriends? Thank you, you're special to me, too, very special." Cindy obviously was listening with some part of her brain.

I kissed her forehead and laughed for a second before punching her in the shoulder. "Come on, let's walk." I dragged Cindy off the swing.

"I don't normally call her by her first name, but being this far away, I figured I'd give it a try. She tells me to call her Chris, but I have never been able to do it. She is an adult, even if."

“Nice try, but I see what you're doing. As much as it's still hard to believe you had sex with a woman, I'd rather hear how you're still saying you have more than one girlfriend. It's been weeks since we talked about this, and you got Jasmine a promise bracelet. Susan must know. How is she dealing with it?" Cindy stopped walking and waited for an answer.

"Um, did I tell you about the other bracelet?" I was stalling, but not because I didn't want to talk about it. It's just what I had been doing since I fell in love with the sisters.

"Joe?"

"When I got Jasmine's present, I got Susan the same bracelet." My voice trailed off in total disbelief of my own words. "I, I couldn't not. You should have seen the look on the girl's face behind the counter."

"You should see the look on your face right now." Cindy bulged her eyes. "Maybe you don't get it because you're not a girl, or maybe you're retarded, but this isn't good. I'm sorry, but you cannot have two girlfriends. That's wrong in the first place, but they live in the same house, are sisters, and on top of that, you got them the same promise bracelet. Holy crap."

Cindy's words always seemed to punch me in the stomach like a prizefighter. "I love them too much to hurt one of them. I lost my mind at the jewelry store, but it seemed like the only right thing to do. Now, I have Susan's present, and I can't give it to her, even if I was there because she's not there. They went to have a White Christmas at Aunt Jane's house. Jeez, what am I going to do?" I flopped onto the dirt riverbank under the weight of what I must have somehow been hiding from myself.

"What does your heart tell you?" Cindy sacrificed her clean pants and planted herself next to me in the dirt. Her loving arm wrapped around me. "Great, now I'm a cry baby, again." I wiped snot on my sleeve and tried to smile.

Cindy hugged me and shed a few of her own tears. "You'd be an asshole if you weren't crying." Her words surprised me and got my attention. "Joe, you are too perfect. You could be screwing both of them and not caring about what happens to either. Do you know how many guys would just lead both girls on, then go with whichever one they thought was better? Without any concern for a broken heart." It sounded like Cindy was speaking from experience.

"I love you, Cindy. I hate to say those words because I don't want them to be ho-hum, but I mean it. If you weren't my cousin, I'd marry you." What the hell am I talking about? My brain had suddenly been taken over by something I hardly knew anything about. "I mean that from my heart, I love you and always will." I almost finished with an I promise, but that would have made it too weird.

"Thank you. I know what I want for Christmas." Cindy smiled and jumped up and brushed off her rump.

When she finished, I took the opportunity to help her with a couple of spots on her plump ass. I finished with a pinch that earned me a hard blow to the chest. "Ouch, you hit hard for a girl, especially such a pretty girl."

Cindy appeared to be deeply considering my words. "You think so, am I pretty?"

Coming from such a well-proportioned girl with a sweet face, the question surprised me. I had always imagined the girls with bodies that made the guys turn their heads were fully aware of what kind of package they were wrapped in. That's why I never approached a girl like Jasmine. My own thought was revealing. "From this day forward, I want you to picture yourself as the hottest girl in the room. No matter who is there with you, you're the prettiest, no matter what. Make guys earn you." I wasn't sure where all my words were coming from, but I was deeply moved to make sure my cousin never felt like Susan or Jasmine.

As we walked back to the house, I thought about asking Cindy what she wanted for Christmas, but then I decided it was too late anyway. I had already gotten her something, so I didn't want to know if I messed up.

"I was hoping at some point I wouldn't have to choose between them. Or, that one's love would be so strong, it would heal my broken heart when I hurt the other one. That hasn't happened." I paused, searching for the rest of my thoughts.

"So, what has happened? You've been with both of them for weeks, months, really."

"It's like it has been growing equally. I am more in love with whoever I'm with, but my love has gotten stronger for both of them at the same time. I never have to see them together because of Susan's restriction, so it's been easy. Plus, they're both hurting so much that I can't add to that, not now. I have to help them, not hurt them." My dad's words hadn't come to my mind since the day he spoke them, but all of a sudden, they were thundering in my head.

"Wow, I wish I could help you more, but I don't think you can save them from their problems. You can help but not save them. Ask Julie about that." I wondered what happened to Julie but didn't ask.

The rest of the day went past like the first day you get back on your feet after being really sick. The only consolation for my troubled mind was my family ties. My aunt's love bubbled over into hospitality, and Cindy was like a warm blanket on a cold rainy day.

"Hey, I'm going to bed," I said.

My uncle looked at his watch then back at me. “Really?”

"I know it's only eight-thirty, but I'm tired." Cindy was the only one in the room who could have grasped my mental exhaustion, and I didn't care if I was acting like a little kid. Even with almost two thousand miles between us, Susan and Jasmine were still heavy on my mind.

The guest room was fantastic. The bed was twice as big as mine, sat way up high, and the mattress was so soft. It was like being at a fine hotel. I took all my clothes off and thought about which side of the bed to get in. I knew when my parents arrived, I'd be banished to the couch, so I was going to enjoy my time. I tossed all the fancy pillows, which I didn't understand, onto the chair in the corner and pulled back the covers. The sheets welcomed my sorry state like a mother's breast welcomes a crying infant.

I climbed all the way to the middle of the giant bed. I was so far from the edges that none of the alligators from my childhood could get me from under the bed. It seemed immoral in some way, but I took off my boxers anyway. Something about the soft sheets touching my nakedness soothed me. I quickly forgot everything and went to sleep.

My dream was confusing to me. My vision and hearing weren't working. My sense of touch wouldn't agree with my sense of smell. I moved my arm and took a deep breath through my nose. The sensations and memories created by the scents my nose received created a feeling of peace, but my arm and hand signaled my brain for help. Something was wrong, like when you dream you're peeing, and when you wake up, you're not sure if you pissed in the bed or not.

I almost screamed when I thought I was trapped in seaweed. It was covering my face, but I could breathe, so I wasn't underwater. Suddenly, I realized I was awake, or at least half-awake. Cindy's hair was covering my face. My nose was pressed into the back of her head, and my hand was snuggled between her breasts.

I moved my face back a few inches, so I could breathe. As soon as I knew what was happening, it felt nice. That's when I realized I had a boner, and it was pressed against Cindy's bare flesh. We were laying just like we had been that night on my couch, except my cock was touching skin. The thin material had made a world of difference that night.

The night light across the room cast Cindy's face as a perfect vision. I moved my hand to her belly. She didn't stir from my movement, so I knew she was out cold. I wondered how long she had been there and how she could have gotten there without waking me. Cindy's angel face mesmerized me as I stared over her shoulder while considering all the possibilities. Putting my head down and hugging her close like the fake girl my pillow played every night was one option.

A strange fear swelled in my chest as my lips moved to Cindy's shoulder. They pressed ever so slightly on her silky skin. I watched to see if she woke up. When my knee bent, it moved over Cindy's leg. A shock flashed through me as the front of my thigh pressed into the bottom of her ass cheeks. The heat and a few hairs sent an electrical pulse to my groin. Cindy's face didn't respond, but her top leg moved forward more. I pushed my thigh against the warmth of my cousin's crotch.

Prepared to go back to sleep locked in a lover's embrace, I kissed Cindy's cheek. My lips stayed too long as I breathed in her freshness. I moved back and gazed at her angelic face. Cindy seemed to be resting in perfect harmony. She oozed the loving kindness I longed for. What would have happened if she never moved?

My thoughts and admiration were interrupted when Cindy's eyes popped open. I remained in place, watching her come to reality. First, her hand joined mine on her belly. Then her head turned to face me. We watched each other without awareness of the inappropriate nature of our naked flesh. Cindy rolled her upper body back, so she could get a better look at my face. Simultaneously, tears formed in our eyes. We were staring into each other's hearts. Our great love suddenly became painful because it was complicated by our relationship. The word incest never crossed my mind, only the unfairness of a deep love that could never be fully developed.

Cindy's lips begged to be kissed, and mine accommodated them. She rolled on her back and increased the intensity of her kissing. I pulled my leg from between hers and let her finish rolling over. I rested my leg across her stomach with my erection pressed into her side. Still supporting myself on my elbow, I let my lips get lost in Cindy's kisses.

My hand brushed across her face and found her neck. "Joe," Cindy whispered. "I want you to be my first. That's what I want for Christmas. I love you, and I want you to be the one." Cindy's eyes were filled with sincerity and love, not a teenager's lust.

I slid between Cindy's legs. Our lips and tongues swirled as our hot nude bodies pressed together as one. Passion flooded my groin, pushing me closer and closer to piercing my cousin. She grabbed me with her hands and legs, pulling me in.

Jasmine's crying face flashed through my mind. Her words, "I never have that to give again," broke the steamy kiss. I looked Cindy in the eyes. "I can't. I want to more than you can imagine, and I know it would be the most wonderful experience ever. I love you and know it would be, but I can't."

Shock and disappointment spread across Cindy's face. "You can only have one first time. It'll never be your first time again, never. You should save it for someone you can grow with. Save it for a long time. Make sure it's the right guy. You deserve the best, the very, very best."

Cindy hugged me so tight I thought she would break my ribs. I could feel the heat burning between her legs. "Since we already . . . I guess there's no harm in me?" I raised my brows. Cindy smiled and nodded as I slid down her body.

I could smell my cousin's familiar scent before I reached her belly button. I kissed along the top edge of her bush. Her legs opened wider. A fresh wave of Cindy's excitement rushed to my nose. I breathed deep, wondering if my brain would keep all the smells connected with the correct memories? I kissed the top of each thigh, then the insides. It was too dark to see Cindy's pussy, but as soon as I touched it, I knew it was hers. Her fat lips burst from her crotch. The gap between them was deeper and wider than both Susan and Jasmine's. I licked the outer edge of each side, then dipped into the inferno. A flash of heat swept my mouth as my fingers pushed Cindy's folds apart. Like splitting an orange, tangy juice spilled into my mouth. I pushed my face deep into the spread flesh, ramming my tongue deep into her tiny hole. I circled the hole, shooting my tongue in and out as fast as I could.

When I finally slurped my way to the top of the wide groove, I found an extremely swollen clitoris. I could feel Cindy's belly rising and falling fast as moans rumbled in her chest. Carefully, I worked around her needy bud without touching it. Cindy jerked, trying to get my mouth where she needed it. I forced both lips over her engorged nub and ran the length of my tongue over it. Cindy cried out louder than what seemed appropriate for where we were, but it was too late to worry about it. I kept the tip of my tongue going at rapid-fire over her sensitive spot while my hands gripped her thrashing butt. As soon as Cindy's hand grabbed my head and held me in place, I knew she was ready.

As her legs jerked up and slammed shut on my head, I pressed my opened mouth over her gushing hole. Her ample thighs muffled all sound as they pressed tight against my head. I rode out her orgasm in the silence between her legs until her thrashing became tiny jerks, then a slight tremble. Her legs fell open. I waited, using her pubic mound as a pillow. Then I carefully kissed a path up her body, spending extra time at Cindy's breasts. Finally, I kissed her on the mouth, wondering if she liked the taste of herself. Cindy licked my lips and smiled.

We hugged and kissed with a new appreciation for each other's love. Without realizing it, I found myself gently humping my throbbing cock against Cindy's pubic bone. Her fingers grabbed my ass as she pulled her legs up. I worked my hips and lower back like I was inside her, but instead, my boner slid across her pussy hair.

Cindy rotated her pelvis and pulled her legs higher. My dick head bashed Cindy's clit and slid through the wet groove. Cindy panted in my ear. "It feels so good. I love you, Joe."

My balls jerked tight; I lifted my upper body and thrust. Two streaming hot blasts reached the bottom of Cindy's tits. I laid against her, humping as my hot sperm squirted between our bellies.

By the time we stopped kissing and I rolled off to Cindy's side, the cum was dry on our skin. We got back in the position we had woken up in earlier. While kissing the back of her neck and whispering in her ear, we fell into a deep sleep.

A muffled beeping sound woke me after what seemed like five seconds. Cindy's watch was going off under the covers. I whispered in her ear, "Honey, it's time to get up."

Cindy pushed a button and stopped the alarm. She glanced at me and seemed to smile with the realization of where she was. "I wanted to make sure we didn't have a repeat of that morning at your house." She slipped out from under the covers and looked back at me in all of her naked glory. Dry sperm crusted her stomach. "Joe, meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes. Lock this door on your way out." Cindy pointed to the lock button and gave me a look that suggested I didn't know about locks.

After five minutes, I was awake enough to start questioning everything Cindy had said. I was wondering if it was all a dream. Lock myself out of the room? A dream was all that made sense, except there was evidence of what had happened dried on my stomach.

I put on a shirt and boxers, looked both ways, clicked the lock on the door, and crossed the hallway. Cindy was sitting on the toilet taking a pee. I almost closed the door, but she motioned for me to be quiet and come in. With what seemed like little or no embarrassment, Cindy wiped and flushed. "Sorry, I figured that was better than peeing on your leg in the shower."

Although I figured it was a sarcastic reference to Jasmine, I couldn't tell from Cindy's facial expression. She was nude; her bush looked so thick compared to what I was used to. Her tits hung down under their excessive weight. It might have been because she didn't tan naked, but her flesh seemed white. Her super large nipples seemed extra dark.

"Cindy, why did you make me lock myself out of my room? And, why are we in the bathroom together when we could get caught?"

Cindy's smile radiated like the sun as her hands slipped around my waist. "To take a shower. If your door is locked, and they get up, they'll think you're sleeping. I have a thing to open it. Come on, I've always wanted to take a shower with someone special, and that's you." Cindy lifted my shirt over my head and pulled my shorts down.

The hot water beat down on the top of Cindy's head as she ran her fingers through her hair. I stood against her back with my limp cock touching her butt every time she swayed. I watched the water roll down over her cheeks and through her crack.

I worked shampoo through Cindy's long hair. It was weird lathering up so much hair, yet it was very sensual helping her. My fingers worked at the mane hanging over her shoulders and down her back. When she flipped her hair forward to rinse, I washed her back, but my hands didn't stop until they reached the curves of her ass. I palmed the round orbs and worked my fingers between her cheeks. Finally, I let my hand press deep in her groove. I cleaned it thoroughly, reaching underneath and around the front. My hands met in the middle and rubbed every nook and cranny. I foamed up her bush, her stomach, and her chest.

After Cindy rinsed off, she stopped the water. My hard dick stood in front of her as she stared into my eyes. "I want to try this while I have someone I can trust . . . trust not to make fun of me. Can I?"

Cindy knelt in front of me. I smiled my agreement down at her nervous lips. My head slipped inside her mouth. I moaned with the surprise of her teeth scraping the sensitive top. Cindy worked the head in and out several times.

Before Cindy could get even half of my cock inside her mouth, my balls were already going crazy. I held Cindy's head in place and found a nonviolent rhythm, watching her eyes to find the correct depth. Cindy got a frightened look as my dick top pushed into her throat. I backed off a tiny bit. "I, ah, is this okay?" I asked. She nodded and sucked with more purpose.

"Shit, oh, Cindy—" There wasn't time to ask my cousin if she wanted cum for breakfast. Cindy gagged and spit, but worst of all, when she looked down, I finished my orgasm on the top of her freshly cleaned hair. "Shoot, I'm sorry."

Cindy got up with an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be easy after watching Susan. I almost puked. You shot it down my throat, and I wasn't ready. How does Susan do that?"

I hugged the sweetest girl I figured I'd ever know. "You're the greatest. It's a good thing you moved away from us. We would have gotten in a lot of trouble together."

Cindy gave me a probing look. "Like Susan's parents?"

Her words pinged my conscience, but I blew past it. "Hey, you got some goo on the top of your head. Let's finish this shower before we do get in trouble."

Halfway through our second shower, Cindy's hands lathered up my balls and cock. I stared down at the loving care she put into each gentle stroke and rub. My dick couldn't help but plump as she thoroughly washed it. I really wanted to make love to her. A painful need gripped me as the beautiful girl lovingly fondled my flesh. It would have been so easy to slip inside her tender body and be her first, her special lover.

My heart hurt at the thought of someone else taking her special gift. Someone who didn't truly love her, as I do. I had to search myself to see if I wanted to be the one or if I just didn't want someone else to be. "Cindy, it's clean enough, uh, I mean, you better stop. Do you know how much I wanted to be your first last night? Promise me you'll wait for true love."

My words were sobering. I almost wished I had never had sex until I found true love. Then I wouldn't be in this situation now. Then again, I'm not sure that would have been possible with my neighbors. It got complicated in a hurry with lust as my guide.

"I promise. I'm sorry I put you in this position. I have been hurt by guys, so I know what they are like, but you're different. You'd never hurt me, I know you wouldn't. I'll wait until I find another prince charming. I should have never come between you and Susan. Or, is it Jasmine?" Cindy didn't want an answer. She was simply pointing out the obvious.

"I don't know why, but it doesn't seem like cheating when it's you. It's like everything that should make this wrong makes it alright. Your family. We'll always be family." Did I sound crazy? Probably, but I knew what I felt.

"I know what you mean, but I promise I'll never do it again. It's not fair." Cindy looked down like she hated her words.

"Don't promise that. I can't promise I'm not going to try and make you break your promise." Before we could come to an agreement, there was a knock on the door.

"Hurry up, Cindy. I need some hot water, too." Julie's voice was a shock, but it didn't stop my heart like my uncle's would have.

We rinsed, then I watched Cindy dry herself. I hope I'm always this fascinated watching a woman do that. Cindy lifted each breast, dried under it, worked the towel between her legs, lifted her foot to the toilet seat, worked down to her foot, and switched legs. A towel magically became a turban to seal her hair in a wad on her head.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Cindy's chin gestured to my half-erect cock as I stood in a tranquil state of admiration.

"You have no idea how much. How did you get so, um, you know?" I smiled at Cindy's breasts and shapely hips.

"I could ask you the same question." Cindy returned the look in the direction of my cock.

"What about my room? How are we going to get out of here without anyone knowing we're both in here?" I thought it best to change the subject.

"You stay in here for a little while, then go back to your room. I'll have the door open. I got it all worked out. After all, I have had a few weeks to think about this." Cindy's crooked grin made me wonder if she knew Jasmine.

Julie met Cindy face to face in the guarded door opening. "It's about time. I have to get ready."

Cindy squeezed out and closed the door. My heart raced, and sweat instantly formed on my forehead.

After five gut-wrenching minutes, I opened the door with the caution of someone disarming a bomb. The door across the hall was ajar. I stepped out, trying to look casual, but felt like the door on the other side was my bunker. I wanted to dive for it before shots fired. As my foot crossed the threshold, Julie sprang from her room in only a towel. The tall beauty queen smiled a smile that exceeded a typical good morning, but I couldn't read between the lines. My jaw hung slack as her five-foot-seven frame slinked past me into the coveted bathroom.

Nothing was mentioned about Cindy and me sharing the bathroom, even though I was convinced Julie didn't buy Cindy's lame explanation. My guess was, the drop-dead gorgeous Julie was too stuck up to be bothered thinking about what her little sister might be doing with a boy. Even if it was her cousin. Julie sure had changed, but not for the better, like Cindy.

The next few days were hectic as my aunt prepared for my parents' arrival and Christmas. Cindy and I spent all of our time together, growing close the way we were as kids, and closer in other ways. Still, we kept our promise.

When Christmas morning came, the presents and excitement were all overshadowed by the anticipation of giving Cindy her gift. As much as I would have loved to have given her what she thought she wanted, I was proud of myself that I didn't.

After all the gifts had been exchanged, I slipped Cindy the small box I held for her. "Here's my gift for you. It will never compare to the gift you wanted to give me, but it's from my heart."

"I'm holding that gift for you, or should I say because of you?" Cindy's coded message had to be left for another time, considering the company we were surrounded by.

I nervously watched as her delicate fingers thoughtfully tore at the poorly wrapped box. The day I had frantically purchased the gift, I was afraid it would lead to another embarrassing moment in my life. However, after the events of the previous days, I knew my heart had been in charge that day.

Cindy lifted the gold bracelet from the box with the same breathless expression Jasmine had. She pressed the large gold heart between her fingers with two tears bubbling in her eyes and read the words engraved on the promise bracelet, "True Love."

That night, like on Thanksgiving, the food and festivities of Christmas Day had everybody yawning and nodding by 8:00 and setting off for bed around 9:00. I was no exception, except now my parents were in the luxury suite I had been enjoying, and I was in the den. Granted, the steel-framed, fold-up bed that my uncle and I wrestled from the closet was heaven compared to the sofa bed at my house. When opened, I found the mattress thick enough to mask the metal criss-cross wires and springs. Although, it was narrower than my bed and not against the wall. There was a chance I might wake up from one of those falling dreams right before I actually smashed into the floor.

That had nothing to do with why I stared at the ceiling, far from the sleep I desperately needed. Not the rest, though, that I needed; it was the magic eraser effect deep sleep had on a troubled mind I wanted.

The day had been fantastic and filled with nothing but great memories for the mental filing system. The whole stay at my aunt's had been that way, and it had been capped by the best memory of all, giving Cindy her promise bracelet. My cousin hadn't kicked a tree or twirled on her toes the way Jasmine had, but Cindy's joy and appreciation had grown throughout the day. Every time I saw her proudly displaying those hearts, it increased the joy I felt about having made someone I loved happy. That was why I couldn't fall asleep. I was thinking about Susan's happiness.

It hadn't seemed right to give Susan her promise bracelet by way of Jasmine while Susan was grounded. It was bad enough Jasmine already had the same one, but not being there to explain to Susan why and what the bracelet symbolized would have been horrible. That was undoubtedly true, but for who?

Now that I had experienced Cindy receiving hers, I knew it had been me that I was concerned for. My desire to see Susan respond the way Jasmine had blinded me to the facts.

Fact one, I was going to Cindy's. Fact two, Susan was going to her aunt's—No, her mother's house. Fact three, I wasn't sure when she would be back, and I didn't have the phone number where she was. That meant Susan had her Christmas morning without my gift or a phone call. What kind of boyfriend was I?

"Joe, you awake?"

I pretended to be asleep. "Joe, it's me." Cindy poked me. I shot my arm out, wrapped it around her legs, and held them against the bed. My cousin doesn't go all girlie-girl, screaming when she's scared. Instead, Cindy punched me in the groin and lost her balance. If I hadn't pinned her legs to the frame or had let go, she probably wouldn't have fallen, but I would still blame her for making my falling dream come true. The bed was tipping before Cindy flopped across my stomach, but like Newton's apple, we reached the floor at the same time.

The thick carpet absorbed some of the impact, but it did nothing to lessen the pain that the metal frame caused my arm. Cindy's punch had hurt, but her face and chest were on the floor, and her legs were caught on the side of the flipped bed, so she hadn't landed on me. We made eye contact. Cindy's repressed giggles led to hysterical laughter, and nothing hurt anymore.

"You jackass," Cindy said, "why the hell—" She went back to giggling.

I looked from my throbbing forearm to Cindy. The knee-length pajama shirt I'd seen earlier wasn't covering her legs anymore. Sadly, I was disappointed it still covered her ass. Even sadder, instead of urging her to get her legs off the bed, so it wasn't crushing my arm, I used the other one to slap her rump. The only thing better than the way it jiggled was how it felt. My hand stayed on it longer than a playful smack called for. Cindy didn't complain about the hit or my failure to stop holding the soft crest of her cheek.

"My arm is trapped."

Cindy did a push-up, thinking I meant under her body. As unbelievable as her tits looked swaying under her raised body, I whimpered in pain. "Ow, you, you're—"

Cindy saw it, and in one motion, turned, pulled her knees up, and gracelessly crashed down. Her hip smashed my thigh, causing me to yank my arm free without lifting the bed. The metal added a scrape to what would surely be a bruise tomorrow. I started laughing uncontrollably, and my cousin flopped beside me and joined in.

"Was that repay for when I broke your arm?" I asked.

"No, you idiot, you're the one who scared the shit out of me and made me fall on you." Cindy smirked. "But I am sorry it happened."

We turned on our sides, facing each other. "I'm not." I put my injured arm over her hip. "It was a great distraction from staring at the ceiling."

"You weren't sleeping, either?"

I nodded, moved my hand to Cindy's shoulder, and my thigh slid up over her hip and down into the soft hollow at her waist. Cindy glanced at it, and I realized how inappropriately intimate the position was. She placed a hand on my knee and inched it across the bridge my leg created between us. "What was keeping you up," I asked. The gold heart dangling from Cindy's bracelet touched my skin. I peeked at the fingertips flirting with the edge of my boxers.

"I was thinking about this, your gift." Cindy waved her arm and placed her hand on my waist.

It was a relief that she wasn't so close to the gaping leg opening where my balls were hanging out. Then my cousin's inner thigh slid up my straight leg and pressed into my crotch. Cindy gave no indication that she noticed one of my testicles was touching her skin. "You like it, don't you?" I asked.

"I love it," Cindy said.

My cousin's familiar, pretty face and pleasant smile pushed an electric charge through the center of my body. "So, what were you thinking about it?" I brushed my fingers across Cindy's cheek and pushed her hair back. She smiled, and I realized my fingertip was tracing the rim of her ear.

"It means so much to me," Cindy said. "It's the best Christmas present you could have given me."

I waited for more or the, but I expected. Cindy's leg sawed into my crotch. "Joe, I thought a lot about what you said by the river and when we were in bed."

"And?"

"You said I should hold out, wait for someone I can grow with, make them earn me, and I agree," Cindy said and squeezed my side. "But that's you, Joe, you were describing yourself and things we have been doing together our whole life. Even over the last few days, our love has grown. We've always loved each other, and we always will, no matter what, so why not?"

The boner in my shorts agreed with my cousin, but I said, "Your first should be—"

"Special, yeah, I know," Cindy said. "You have already been the first and the only boy to see me pee in the woods, the first boy I had a crush on, my first kiss, the only person who has broken my arm, the only boy who has ever given me an orgasm, multiple orgasms with your mouth, twice, or given me a promise bracelet, and I sucked your—"

"Okay, okay, I get it, but we're cousins."

"And you'll always be my cousin, we'll always be family, and always love each other, even if we can't be lovers."

"But I'm going home in a couple of days."

Cindy sat up and lifted her shirt over her head. "That means we have a few days left to enjoy together." I stared at my cousin's breasts resting heavily on her body and the thick dark triangle of hair between her legs. She pushed me flat and straddled me. The moist heat from her pussy soaked through my boxers. "Joe, my first time is mine to give, and I want you to have it. It'll be my Christmas present to you, and for the rest of our lives, we'll know on this Christmas day we exchanged forever gifts with each other."

I sat up, held Cindy's face, and pressed my lips to hers. The look in my cousin's eyes told me the time for words was over; this was going to happen. The meaning of what Cindy was offering me ratcheted up until my heart was about to explode. We loved each other, so why wouldn't we want to express it?

Cindy tugged at my shirt, so I raised my arms. She pulled it over my head, then her chest warmed my skin. I leaned her back, pushed her tits together, and kissed each nipple. There was nothing left to do except make this a true love memory. I rolled Cindy on her back. She wrapped her legs around me. "Should we go to your room?"

"No, this is as far away from anybody hearing us as we can get." Cindy gestured at the bed lying on its side. "We have the wall of protection up."

I pushed my boxers down and laid my stiffness across Cindy's mound. My sack draped the top of her slit. She was hot and wet, but I started kissing my way down her body. Cindy sighed with disappointment and tried to hold me, but I kept going, knowing she'd be grateful when I was entering her.

One kiss on Cindy's hood caused her knees to pull up and flop open. Her clit bulged with excitement. I blew a pointed stream of air, and Cindy gasped and spread her legs further. My tongue found the hole that seemed too small for my cock and plunged in and out until my jaw started to lock. I moved up and ground my chin on her clit. Cindy punched the carpet then grabbed my hair.

"Oh, fuck, ah, ah, mmm, Joe, oh, yes, yes . . ."

I worked my cousin's pleasure spot until her thighs slammed shut on my head and waited for sound to return before biting and sucking Cindy's inner thigh. When I looked up over her mound of hair and between her breasts, Cindy was smiling at me. "Come up here, now."

We kissed, and I hunched, thrusting my erection across Cindy's pubic bone. "Make sure you tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?"

Cindy nodded and brought her legs up alongside my body, rotating her pelvis. The head of my dick nestled into her wetness. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nibbled my lip. "I love you, will always love you," Cindy said.

I said, "Forever," and pushed against Cindy's opening. She bit her lower lip. I hunched and saw pain register in my cousin's eyes.

"Ah, Joe, keep going, don't stop."

I eased in a little deeper. "Is that okay?"

"Hmm, it's wonderful." Cindy looped her legs over mine and slid her feet up my inner thighs. "Do it, make love to me. I'm yours."

Cindy’s words, make love to me, I’m yours, made my heart soar and broke it at the same time. I gently stroked, giving Cindy a little more each time. Her pained expression was replaced by a loving one that pleaded for more. Happy tears burned my eyes as I increased the speed and depth of my thrusting. I loved Cindy more than I had ever loved her.

"Oh, god, shit." Cindy bit my neck. "You'll always be my one and only first true love."

"Oh, Cindy, fuck, I love you." I had never not wanted to stop fucking someone more than at that moment, but I had to pull out soon.

"Cum in me," Cindy said. "I wanna feel you do it inside me."

"But, ah, but . . . ah, fuck." Whatever delusional love spell Cindy cast, it blinded me to anything other than her face and the oneness our joined flesh created. I wanted to give my cousin what she wanted and let my seed pour into her. As cum raced from my balls toward Cindy's baby maker, I whipped my cock out and erupted all over her crotch and the carpet. Hopefully, Cindy's hole didn't hang open long enough to take a direct hit. I propped up on my elbows, panting, and stared at Cindy's glowing face.

"Oh, my God, Susan was right. Thank you, Joe, thank you."

"Susan . . . Susan was right about what?"

"She told me you'd never hurt me, and I'd feel like I died and went to heaven." Cindy sighed. "Ah, thank you, Joe."

"Susan told you to do this with me?"

"No, she said when I was sure I was ready, if the opportunity presented itself, it would be okay if I did. Was it good for you, too?"

"Good?" I paused and let everything Cindy said soak in. "No, Cindy, that was better than good or anything else. For the rest of my life, I'll think of this as the best present and best Christmas ever." I laid on my side next to Cindy.

"Me too." Cindy wrestled the covers over our naked bodies. "Hold me for a while."

It didn't take long for the carpet to prove less than adequate for my hip and shoulder. Cindy begged me to spend the night in her room, but I convinced her that getting caught a third time sleeping together wouldn't be seen as another photo op, especially if Julie happened to mention the bathroom incident.

Instead of uprighting the bed, we fixed up the mattress on the floor next to it. Cindy called it a wall of protection and said I'd sleep better behind it. I thought being closer to the ground instead of on the narrow, top-heavy bed would help even without the wall. Cindy knelt beside me, tucked me in, and stared with pleading eyes. "I really wanna stay . . . be with you longer, but we're getting up early, so we gotta get some sleep."

"What do you mean early?"

"There's something you got to see," Cindy said and stood up.

"What?"

"You'll see," Cindy said. "It's special, very special." She waved and left me there.

Ten minutes later, even though I was mentally and physically exhausted, I couldn't stop thinking. My cousin's flirty sexuality, her incredible body, and her demanding kisses had been working on me since I arrived at my aunt's house. Finding her naked body beside me in bed, laying between her legs, and showering with Cindy had stirred my lust enough to push me through the incestuous barrier, but I hadn't done it. I wanted to, more than anything, but I didn't because fucking Cindy and leaving her alone would suck. That’s why I jumped up.

Cindy turned on her side and made room for me behind her when I lifted the covers. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"I wasn't sleeping," Cindy said. "What made you change your mind?"

I reached over Cindy, and she held my hand against her chest. "It was the look in your eyes and your tone when you said, 'it's mine to give.' And how it made me feel to give you your bracelet. It would have hurt if you didn't take my gift, so." I kissed her bare shoulder. "How could I not? Besides, you're hot."

Cindy playfully jabbed me with her elbow. "Goober, I meant, change your mind about spending the night with me."

"I didn't want to leave you . . . leave you alone, after, you know."

"Thank you, I didn't want to be alone," Cindy said. "Hold me, hold me tighter."

"You set the alarm or something?"

"Mmhm, we'll be up before everybody, don't worry."

When we were making love earlier, I thought I couldn't love Cindy anymore, but I was wrong.

"Joe, wake up."

It was Cindy, but I didn't think morning could have come already. We had just cuddled up a few minutes ago, hadn't we? "Mm, I'm still sleeping."

"No, you gotta get up." Cindy shook me. "Come on."

"I haven't even slept yet."

"You did, for a while, now get up or we're going to miss it."

I got up, put on the shorts and shirt I had taken off before getting in bed, and followed Cindy to the back door. "Holy crap, the sun isn't up. Are you crazy?"

"We wouldn't get to see it rise if it was already up," Cindy said. "Now come on."

"Can't we watch it set instead?"

"Sure, next time we're on the West Coast of Florida," Cindy said and shoved me out the door. "You will not regret this."

"Whatever."

Within minutes, Cindy had dragged me to a patch of grass that sloped down to the water. The orange crown of the sun seemed to be emerging from the water. There wasn't a single ripple. It was a mirror, reflecting a few white puffy clouds in the brightening sky.

My shoulder touched Cindy's. We both had our arms wrapped around our legs, hugging them to our chest. It wasn't cold, but the damp, pre-sun morning air was chilly. Cindy had wrapped a small blanket around our shoulders.

"Watch," Cindy said and pointed.

A pelican made a splash, sending out a ring of ripples. He bobbed upright, raised his head, and seemed to smile as his catch went down his throat. "Wow, that was cool."

"I told you you wouldn't regret coming." Cindy bumped me.

Another pelican glided close enough to the water to leave a trailing slice on the flat surface without touching it. "How big is the lake?" I asked.

"It's a river, but the ocean is right there." Cindy pointed at the growing crescent of sun. "So it's part saltwater. It goes up and down with the tide."

We watched nature wake up and become more active without saying much. The sun was a massive ball that seemed to be floating weightlessly on the water. It was warm enough for us to shed the blanket. "I swear, it seems like there should be sizzling steam or something where it is touching the water," I said.

"I told you it was gonna be worth getting up." Cindy laid back and pulled me down beside her.

We held hands and let the sun remove even the memory of the chill that made me wish I had worn pants. I stretched my legs out and released a long, contemplative breath. "Do you regret it . . . at all?" I asked.

"What?"

"You know, with me . . . me being your first?"

Cindy rolled half on me and propped her head on her arm, looking down at me. "Joe, I've been thinking about that for years. It wasn't a spur-of-the-moment fuck. I knew that's what I wanted. It was just a matter of when, and I'll never regret it, ever."

"I'm glad because neither do I."

Cindy's face brightened. A long minute passed, but the time spent looking into each other's eyes never got uncomfortable. I wondered if she knew how beautiful she was or how much I wanted to make love to her again?

"You know," Cindy said, "technically, I didn't really give you your Christmas present?"

"What do you mean?"

"You kind of gave it to me." She moved her leg over my body and slid on top. "Like this, it would be more like me giving it to you."

Making love under the early morning sun, what could possibly be more romantic, I thought? Certainly not getting caught having sex with my cousin. "Out here, where we—"

"Shh." Cindy gave me a toe-curling kiss. "Nobody ever comes." She giggled. "Out here this early."

Not that I would have said no, but before I had time to consider it, Cindy sat up and lifted her shirt until I saw her thick triangle of hair on my stomach. She slid back, lowering my shorts and boxers as she went. I reached for Cindy's tits, but she pushed my hands down at my sides. "Just wait. I'm giving it to you."

My cousin leaned forward, and her expression told me what the head of my cock already knew. The wet, hot, grabbing flesh was more wonderful than my memory of it. It was a relief that I didn't have to worry about hurting Cindy, but her grimace still concerned me. She waited, inhaled deeply, and pushed a little more into her body. I grabbed her ass and held her there, soaking in every wonderful, joyous, and beautiful thing that accompanied the first few seconds of being inside a girl you love.

"God, Cindy, you are the most beautiful person I know." Maybe I'd think that again while making love to Jasmine or Susan, but at that moment, nothing was more accurate or honest to my heart.

Cindy controlled the speed and depth. She took her time and let her body adjust. When I was entirely inside my cousin's body, I pulled Cindy's face to mine and kissed her.

"Merry Christmas, Joe."

"That was yesterday."

"Mm, it was, but who says we can't keep giving and getting presents for the whole Christmas visit? Right up until a minute before you get in the car to leave."

I nodded. "I once had to wait until July for a present, so?" I shrugged.

"Mm, Joe, I'll be your Christmas gift any time you wanna unwrap me." Cindy moved, and I memorized the I'm having sex expression on my cousin's face. Maybe it was the sun behind her, but Cindy seemed to be glowing.

"Ah, Cindy . . . do you remember when you would hold my hand and try to kiss me in the back of your father's old station wagon?"

"Oh, God, yeah, the seat we called the 'way-back'. It faced backward. We made faces at the people behind us." Cindy took several bold, full-length plunges. "Oh, imagine we went on a trip in that thing now? I'd do more than try and kiss you."

"And I wouldn't pretend I didn't want you to."

"You really wanted me to kiss you?" Cindy went up and down while hunching her groin.

"Sometimes I wanted to do more than kiss you, but I'm sure the car wasn't as big as we remember it. They would have known if you were riding me." The up-down, forward-backward movement snapped my attention to a quickly building orgasm. I stopped Cindy. "Easy or I'll be done before you have—"

"Are you kidding? I already did, maybe twice."

"That's not fair."

"They weren't the big, OMG orgasms like you have given me, but I'm building up to one."

"Well, be ready if you feel me get bigger and harder. Get off . . . fast."

Cindy went back to moving her body in ways that seemed impossible to me, and I tightened everything, willing my climax away.

"Shit . . . ah, shit, it's so, mmm. Joe, oh, it feels so good."

I felt Cindy's nipples stiffen under my palms, her eyes got lazy, and her insides pumped me like a fist, squeeze, release, squeeze. "Cindy, I'm—"

"I don't care. I can't stop."

I crushed Cindy in my arms and hauled her up, but I was less sure about where the first burst of semen went than I had been the previous night. The rest of my cum definitely sprayed Cindy's ass and back. I smashed my face in her neck and panted until the orgasm subsided. Neither of us spoke of Cindy's ridiculous, irresponsible, insane desire to have my seed in her baby maker.

"Aren't you glad I got you up?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, you can get me up any time."

Cindy giggled and rolled on her back with a huff. "I kinda hate that you're gonna leave, you know, like you said I would, but I'll never regret having you as my first. How many people can say they lost their cherry to their cousin?"

"Probably less than the people who can say they did it on the grass at sunrise, but you better not tell anybody."

"I wasn't gonna tell my girlfriends I did it for Christmas with my cousin," Cindy said. "It's just that the first time should be great, and it was, but the secret, naughty nature of it makes it totally fuckin' wild, crazy, great. Don't you think?"

I couldn't disagree, so I rolled toward Cindy, nodded, and started making out with my cousin.

Cindy and I found our parents at the kitchen table when we entered the house. We stood side by side. My uncle glanced at us and went back to reading the paper. Aunt Mary Lou's coffee mug clunked down. "Joe, what on Earth happened?"

I looked down, inspecting myself for evidence that suggested I had sex with Cindy. "Nothing, I don't think. Why?"

My mother was more concerned with my manners than my condition. "Why didn't you put your bed up before you took off?"

"Did you fall over?" Mary Lou asked.

I sighed with relief. Cindy cracked up like a giddy kid. "Joe made me knock him over."

"No, it was your fault." I looped my arm around Cindy's neck, pulling her tight against me. "Your daughter wanted me to get up in the dark, and when I didn't, she tipped the bed over."

"Liar!" Cindy struggled, but I kept her at my side. "You caused it to tip, and I fell too . . . because of you."

"Jeez, are you guys nine and ten again?" my father asked. "You're carrying on like it."

I didn't dare look at Cindy for fear of losing it. The stupid grin on my face was already enough to make them more suspicious.

"Did you get hurt?" Aunt Mary Lou asked.

As if Cindy wanted to make it worse, she said, "It didn't hurt at all."

I casually lower my hand to Cindy's ass. "Says you. The bed didn't fall on your arm."

The look on my mother's face suggested she wasn't sold on our fabricated truth, so I pinched Cindy's cheek. She squealed, broke free, and punched my shoulder. "Ouch!"

"I warned you," Uncle Jim said, "she's still a tomboy."

Cindy started toward her room. That was my cue to chase her, and we'd be free from the inquisition. "My Lord, Cindy, what happened to your shirt?" Aunt Mary Lou asked. "It's bad enough that you go outside in your pajamas, but that's brand new."

My heart stopped when I realized the grass and dirt didn't minimize the cum stains. "Joe pushed me." Cindy made a show of trying to twist while pulling the shirt around. "I swear, I'm gonna kill you."

I took off, and Cindy ran after me. Aunt Mary Lou said, "They have always been two peas in a pod," and my mother yelled something about cleaning up the living room.

We nearly plowed Julie down when she stepped out of her room. She told us to grow up, but we kept running and laughing like lunatics. I swung the door closed after me, tackled her on the bed, and tickled Cindy the way I did when we were kids, except I was actually feeling her up.

That night, I messed up the covers on my bed and joined Cindy in hers. Our lovemaking started slower and lasted longer. The need to keep our secret hadn't diminished, but the fact that we were cousins became insignificant. We were young, horny, and loved each other, so we expressed it in the most powerful way possible.

The following day, the adults seemed less enthusiastic about mine and Cindy's return to childhood playfulness, which was more sneaky grab ass than anything. Still, I don't think any of them were willing to consider what had become evident to Julie. Without coming right out and saying she knew, my older cousin suggested we keep it down at night. Somehow, thinking Cindy was getting laid made Julie nicer. I told Cindy she should ask Julie to guard the door so we could do it while everybody was up and about, but Cindy took me back down by the river instead. We did it in broad daylight but were smart enough to lay on the blanket, and I didn't cum on Cindy's clothes.

The day my mother told me it was time to pack up, Cindy and I hid in the narrow space between the wall and her bed. She told me if anyone came in, I should roll under the bed. She would say I was looking for her earring. It was ridiculously risky, but it was better than being sad about leaving Cindy.

I was on my back, looking up at Cindy. Even after being naked together, touching, kissing, sucking, tasting each other, and fucking so many times, the sight of my cousin standing over me still made my heart race. Cindy's midriff shirt exposed the underside of her tits. I looked between her legs at her naked sex. She smiled as she lowered it toward my erection.

"Damn, Cindy, do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

Cindy hoisted her skirt to her waist, and I watched our flesh join. My cock slid into my cousin's body. It was still the most amazing feeling I had ever felt. Cindy had told me yesterday, while we were lying on the grass, that it might take her a long time to find someone who earned her. That was why she had wanted to do it as many times as possible before I left. I knew there was more to it than that because I felt it too. Even though we promised not to let it happen, we were like teenagers in love. We were infatuated, couldn't resist smiling and couldn't keep our hands to ourselves.

"Are you going to be okay after I'm gone?"

Cindy sat heavily on me and pressed her hand to her groin. "You're in here, all the way inside me. I'll never forget how this feels." She placed a hand on her chest. "And you'll always be in here . . . in my heart."

I pulled Cindy down, flipped her over, and thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around my back. "I don't think I can stop if the door opens."

"You better not," Cindy said. "You better keep fucking me until we cum together one last time."

I got my arms under Cindy, and she tightened her legs. We held on to each other with our foreheads pressed together while I humped. Cindy said, "I'm so close, Joe, so close. Please, cum with me, cum with me."

The last pumping twitch of my balls came before it seemed real. I had given Cindy what the relenting squeeze of her legs and her pleading eyes demanded. "Oh, God, Cindy, shit, I came . . . did it in you. I'm sorry."

Cindy let out a little purring sound. "I know, I know, and it was the best. You saved the best for last."

Maybe I had lost my mind in the passion of the moment, but Cindy's seemed to be gone entirely. "Are you crazy? Doesn't it bother you? Why aren't you freaking out?"

"It was my fault, I wanted it, but you're worried about me. That shows how much you love me."

"Of course I am. You could get pregnant."

"No, Joe, no," Cindy said. "Julie gave me something. I won't get pregnant."

My heart kind of started again, but I still couldn't relax. I had gotten so lost in whatever was happening between Cindy and me that I—I what? I didn't even remember deciding to risk the worst possible thing I could imagine. Was that even possible?

A few minutes later, I set my suitcase down in the living room. "Okay, Mom, I'm ready."

My mother misread my guilty, I just fucked my cousin expression and said, "I know you have been having fun, and you don't want to leave, but maybe Cindy can come during the summer break?"

Cindy was smirking with her cheeks puffed out from repressed laughter, so I had to turn away. "Yes, that would be great," I said. "Cindy, you think your mother will let you come?"

My cousin sounded like air squeaking out of a balloon, and I lost it.

"What is so funny?" My father asked as he walked into the room.

"Nothing," I said.

Cindy said, "It's a stupid joke. It reminded us of a stupid joke my friend told us."

"Really," my mother said, "can we hear it?"

"No, Mom, it was so stupid it was funny. Not worth repeating."

"Yeah, more laughing at my friend than anything," Cindy said.

My parents looked at each other, shrugged, and my dad said, "Okay, we got a long ride, so say goodbye to everybody." He grabbed my suitcase. "I'll put this in the car."

I turned my back to my parents, lifted Cindy off the floor, and gave her a perfectly acceptable cousin kiss. If my parents only knew my hands were under Cindy's skirt, feeling every inch of her naked ass.