Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2018 23:19:54 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Cousin and Me: Forbidden Love ? Part 3 My Cousin and Me: Forbidden Love -- Part 3 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 * * * * I called Tim as soon as I walked in the door to my apartment. He picked up before the second ring. "You got home safely?" "I did. Are you alright?" I asked concerned. "I am now." "I didn't want to leave you there crying. I'm sorry." "No, no. It's my fault. I hold it in until I can't anymore, then... the flood," he confessed. I couldn't help but chuckle. He chuckled too. "I miss you already," I admitted. "I'm gonna have to sleep alone for the first time in nearly a week." "Yeah, I miss you too." He got quiet, then added, "I have something to confess... I kept a pair of your boxers." "Wow! I don't know whether to think that's sweet or creepy," I said, laughing. "Sweet?" He asked. "Okay... we'll go with sweet. By the way, as long as we're confessing... I took your dad's aftershave from your bathroom. That way, every time I smell it I can think of you both. Hope you don't mind." That made him laugh. "No, not at all. We're something, aren't we?" "Yeah, we are. Listen, I'm kind of tired..." "Yeah, of course. You had a long flight. Wanna call me tomorrow?" "Actually, I was hoping you could just stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep. Would you mind?" I asked, hoping he would say, yes. "Not at all. Do you just want me to listen until you fall asleep, then hang up when you start snoring?" "I do not snore!" I stated strongly as I got undressed. "Oh yes you do... but I think it's kinda cute." "Fine. But why don't you just talk to me. And when I stop talking back, I'll be asleep." "And snoring," he added. I climbed into bed and said, "Fine... when you hear me snoring you can hang up. And if I forget to tell you later... thanks." "My pleasure... now what do you want me to talk about?" "Anything that comes into your head," I told him as I settled in with the phone next to my ear. "Okay..." and he proceeded to talk about his day since I saw him last and what he had planned for the next day. I listened and commented every now and then. Just before I drifted off, I thought I heard him say that he loved me. I couldn't be sure that I hadn't dreamt it, but I did dream of him and those were some pretty steamy dreams, too. The next day, I went to work and tried to concentrate, but my thoughts kept coming back to Tim. I called him as soon as I got home, and he seemed happy to hear from me. "Hey there! How did you sleep last night?" "I had a dream about you." "Yeah, wanna tell me about it?" I laid down on the couch and started to rub my dick through my pants as I related the dream to him. "I was in the barn, pitching hay, when I felt a hand between my legs. I straightened up and as I turned my head, I saw that it was you. We smiled at each other, then you moved your hand from my ass crack to my cock. You started to undo my jeans and I did the same to yours. We each pushed the other's to our knees then took each other's cocks in our hands and began to stroke them. We came together in a kiss, then jerked each other to glorious climaxes. When we came up for air, we noticed that your dad was standing in the doorway, his own cock in his hand and cum dripping from it. He had been watching us beat off and he came too. Then I woke up." "Wow, babe, that was hot!" I liked the way he called me, "babe." "I wonder why you had Dad watching us though?" "I don't know. Weird, huh?" "Well, I dreamed of you last night too." I took my cock out and began to play with it. "Tell me about it," I told him as I stroked my hard cock. "We were in the barn and I was bent over the tractor engine trying to get it working when I felt a hand slide down inside the back of my jeans. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants so that whoever was behind me could have better access to my butthole. I was sweaty down there, so the finger that found my asshole slid right in and started finger-fucking me. I wanted the real thing though and he knew it, so he switched out his finger for his big, uncut cock. He fucked me until we both came, he inside me and me all over the tractor." "Who was this guy who fucked you against the tractor?" I asked. "I never saw his face," he teased. "Fuck you, Tim!" "You did!" He admitted and we both laughed. "Was your dad there watching us by any chance?" "No, he wasn't. But I'm gonna ask you again... what is it with you and my dad watching?" I couldn't tell him, but now that he asked, I did seem to be obsessed with that image. "I was just curious since he was in mine I was wondering if he was in yours, you know, like before." "Oh, okay." That seemed to placate him for the time being, but I'd have to lay off that for awhile. "Listen, I've been jerking off the whole time we've been talking, and I need to come." "Yeah, me too. Let's come together." "You got it." We proceeded to tell each other about what we were doing. "I'm watching the head of my cock peek out on each downstroke, then get covered up again with each upstroke." "Me too. I'm rock hard and ready to shoot. Just tell me when you're ready." "I'm getting close. I'm leaking. You?" I asked. "Like a sieve. I'm really close." "Me too," I told him. "Come for me, baby." I heard him grunt and then moan saying, "I'm cominggggg!" "Me tooooo!" I told him as the cum shot out of my cock. I came all over my chest and stomach. It was so intense. I heard an "Oh fuck!" through the phone then we were both silent. "Are you still there?" He asked. "Yeah," I assured him. "Just a little weak. That was super intense." "Yeah, for me too. I love you, buddy." That made me smile. "I love you too, Cuz. Now get cleaned up and get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow." "You do the same. Till tomorrow," he told me. "Night." "Night," I said and hung up. (to be continued)