Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 00:38:37 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Cousin and Me: Forbidden Love Part 6a (with original ending) *My Cousin and Me: Forbidden Love Part 6a (with original 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 * * * * On our fifth anniversary of meeting up at the resort, it was Tim's turn to nearly miss it. His wife, Sally, was eight and a half months pregnant with their first child. She didn't want him to be gone in case she gave birth prematurely, but he assured her that the first child was notoriously late and that he was only a few hours away, so he joined me anyway. When he arrived, he rushed in and threw his bag down as I jumped up and met him halfway. He took me in his arms then ran his hands down my naked body. "This is how I see you every time I close my eyes," he said, speaking softly into my ear. I drew back and said, "Then get undressed so that I can see what I see every time I close mine." 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. Once he was naked, he hurled himself past me, grabbing me as he went, then spun me around and threw me 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, grabbed a condom and the bottle of lube that were laying on the bed, 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 cleaned us up then he got back into bed. I fell asleep in his arms and when I awoke a few hours later, he was gone. I jumped out of 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 you'd left. I thought maybe you'd gotten the call and left without saying goodbye." He came to bed and climbed in behind me. Wrapping his strong arms around me, he stated plainly, "I would never do that." 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 and was just about to thrust once more, when his phone went off. Instinctively, he grabbed it and answered. "Hey, honey! Did your water break?" He asked. I was annoyed, so I went ahead and thrust anyway. "Ungh!" He groaned and I heard her say something I couldn't make out. "No everything is fine. I was just... oh, never mind. Did your water break or not?" He asked again sounding a little pissed, whether it was at her or me, I wasn't sure. I couldn't hear her answer, but next he said, "Then why are you calling me?" She replied as I withdrew and thrust again. "Ungh! Listen, if everything is fine, I'll call you after we're finished eating dinner, okay? Okay, bye," and he disconnected. "Did you have to do that while I was on the phone with my wife?" He asked as if I had been the one who was being insensitive. I, of course, had thought that his answering the phone while my cock was buried in his ass had been rude, so rather than continue, I pulled out and went into the bathroom, leaving him there. I was thinking about getting dressed and leaving when he came to check on me. I was leaning against the sink, my once stiff prick now deflated. "Come back to bed... please?" He held out his hand, but I was still too angry to take it. "Fuck you, Tim!" I blurted out without thinking. "You were... and I'd like you to again... please?" Then I asked myself, *Could we be having our first fight?* Then I thought, *I'm being stupid. Go back to bed with him, make love to him.* I took his hand and we went back to bed. He laid down and opened his arms to me. I laid down in them and he enveloped me. It felt just as it always had, right. We looked deeply into each other's eyes and that's when I noticed that he had a few new laugh lines. I was suddenly jealous that someone else had put them there. He must have noticed, so he asked, "What are you thinking, babe?" I scrunched my face, not sure if I wanted to have this discussion after having just fought. "I was thinking, that you get more handsome every time I see you... which is quite frankly... not often enough." He looked sad at what I'd said, and I immediately regretted it. Then before I could apologize, he told me, "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. I'm sorry, but there it is." That phrase, "but there it is," reminded me of just how alike he and his father were, had been. "I'm sorry. It's childish of me to be jealous of your wife, but I am. And I'm not proud of it." He took my face in his large, calloused hands and said, "You are the only one I have ever wanted to be with. I'll leave her today if you ask me. I swear on my father's grave." "You father wasn't buried, Tim. His ashes were scattered over that mountain he loved, remember?" "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 lake. It was beautiful, and I only wished that I could have enjoyed it, but I was too 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, "You know, the guys outside are getting quite a show. And while I know you have a magnificent ass and it really should be on display, I think we should get back into bed, so we can pick up where we left off." I gave him a quick peck on the lips then, shook my ass for the voyeurs outside. I heard a whistle, so I turned and bowed. Tim laughed, then closed the curtains and led me back to the bed. He got on all fours again after making sure his phone was turned off, then shook his ass at *me*. I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I crawled in between them, rolled on a condom, slicked him up again, then pushed my cock inside once more. I took my time making love to him this time. I wanted him to forget all about his wife while I fucked him. "That's right, baby, fuck me. I love you, baby." "I love you too, babe," I assured him as I thrust a little harder then withdrew almost all the way before thrusting again. I took him at a leisurely pace, not wanting to come too soon, but as it turned out, Tim couldn't hold out. I felt him come at the same time I heard him cry out, "Awww fuucckkk!" I sped up to catch up then slammed into him one more time. "I'm coommmiiinnnggg," I yelled out as the first juices rose through my fuck-stick, filling up the sheath inside him. Once we were both spent, I pulled out, threw the cum-filled rubber in the trash then pulled him to the other side of the bed. "Let's not fight again, okay? I want this weekend to be a drama-free zone." "I couldn't agree more, baby." Then he kissed me as if sealing the deal. We fell asleep in each other's arms and didn't wake again until it was too late to go to the lodge for dinner. We were both starved, so I called the front desk and asked if we could get something, anything, sent to the room. The man was very amenable and said he'd see what he could do. About twenty 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, 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, asking him to be sure to thank the man at the front desk for us. He wished us a good evening then left. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" Tim asked as soon as the door closed. "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 gonna happen. Now let's eat." We enjoyed our makeshift meal of fresh pasta and cold fried chicken, then our customary piece of chocolate cake with five candles on it this time. I lit the candles then we each made a wish and blew them out. We stayed in bed most of the weekend, only going out to eat or walk by the lake. I was greeted by guests and staff alike as word of my penchant for appearing in the nude spread. Eventually, I think Tim found it funny and didn't seem to mind so much after all. When it was time to leave the resort, we made plans to see each other again the next year. Neither one of us could make it the following year, though. I had a solo show to prepare for and Tim had the new baby to help take care of. We talked on the phone for hours instead, but it wasn't the same. We made plans to meet the following year, but we both knew it wouldn't happen. I cried after we hung up and I kind of hoped he did too. We exchanged Christmas cards each year and called on the anniversary of Uncle Joe's death. But it wasn't enough, it wasn't nearly enough. We saw each other a few years later at a family reunion on the family farm. Tim still looked good, but had two kids by then. I brought my fiancé, Bruce, and they seemed to get along well. Tim and I weren't able to be alone together until late in the day. Bruce was busy talking to Sally about our upcoming wedding, so I took the opportunity to steal Tim away. We went for a walk and once we were out of sight of the others, he said, "You know why I can't come to the wedding..." "I know. For the same reason I couldn't come to yours." We were quiet again until we got behind the barn, then he took me in his arms and kissed me. I returned it, holding him as tightly as I could. "I love you, Timmy. I always will," I said once I was able to tear myself away from his lips. "And I love you, Danny. I always will. I think about you every day. I want you every day," he admitted. I looked deeply into his eyes and knew that he was telling me the truth. "I love, Bruce, Tim... but not the way I love you... and I never will." "I know, Dan. It's the same for me. I love Sally and the kids, but you're the one I think of when I'm alone. You're the one who haunts my dreams." "It's the same with me," I assured him. "I will never love anyone the way I love you. You're my heart, Tim." He didn't respond. Instead, he got down on his knees, undid my pants and took my hard prick in his mouth. He sucked me until I came, then I returned the favor. We put ourselves back together, kissed again, tenderly, then separated. Tim took my hand, kissed it then led me to Uncle Joe's grave. It was situated under a large tree, one of the few on the farm and there was a simple stone for a marker, much like the man himself. It had a small fence around it. I liked it and I told Tim as much. He put his arm around my shoulder and we stood there quietly, each lost in our own thoughts. "I miss him, Timmy." "I miss him, too, Danny. He was my dad... but I miss you more," he admitted, his head lowered in what I could only assume was a mixture of grief and sadness. I didn't know what to say at first, so I said nothing. Then I saw Uncle Joe looked and he didn't look happy as he said, "You two can't be together, Danny boy. You've both chosen to `settle' and now you have to live with that decision." I tried to argue with him, "But that's the reason we settled... we couldn't be together." Then Tim spoke and I came back to myself. "What choice did we have, Dan?" He asked, as if what I had said was directed at him and that it was somehow his fault that we couldn't be together. Realizing it had all been a strange daydream, so when he tried to leave me behind, I stopped him saying, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I love you, Timmy. Nothing will ever change that." He took my hand and echoed the sentiment. "And I love you, Danny boy. We may not be together, but you will always be here," he pointed to his chest then said, "in my heart." I took his hand and placed it on the center of my chest, then echoed that sentiment. "And you will always be here, because you *are* my heart." "In a perfect world, we would be living together right now with children of our own. You'd be a great dad, Dan." I chuckled and added. "And our kids would be growing up knowing that their fathers shared a love like no other." "Yes... but a forbidden love." "It may be forbidden, but it is no less real than anyone else's." We put our heads together as the tears slowly rolled down our cheeks. Then he led me back to the party. He didn't let go until we were in sight of the others, putting his arm around my shoulder instead. It meant a lot to me that he had made that small gesture. After promising to do a better job of keeping in touch, we each found our partners. We had to tell them that we had been visiting Uncle Joe's grave in order to explain why we had been crying. It was difficult to concentrate on conversations when all I wanted to do was look at him, touch him, feel him deep inside me. But it wasn't meant to be. Forbidden love is like that and yet I will always cherish the time we had together. However, fleeting it was, it truly was love between my cousin and me, but we would each have to take that knowledge to our graves without ever having shared it with another living soul. The End