My Cousin Kristie

Dave Nichols

When Kristie found out that I often wrote sex stories, she wouldn't leave me alone. I'm almost 30 and Kristie is my cousin, barely 19 when this relationship began, petite and quite a doll. I guess most people would call her "cute" because of her looks. But she has always been a precocious kid, graduating at the top of her high school class, getting scholarship offers galore. But she wanted to go to the local business school and work full time locally. She occasinally did some modelling because, as I said, she's a doll. Her short reddish-brown hair, freckled nose and bawdy sense of humor made her popular with everyone, including me.

A few weeks ago, I answered the door to find Kristie, wearing shorts and a halter top. "Hi, Cuz," she said. She'd call me 'Cuz' as a pet name. "Got a few minutes to talk?" I asked her in and no sooner had I shut the door than she asked, "Is it true you write fuck stories?" I'd heard Kristie say 'fuck' before, but always as part of a joke. But this time it was different.

"Who told you that?" I asked. Writing erotic stories, whether you call it smut, porn or 'fuck stories,' it isn't something you announce to the general public. But it pays well and there's less competition. My close friends knew. My uncle, Kristie's father, knew. No one thinks it's wrong or "bad." Itt's good money and I don't write degrading crap. But I certainly don't tell everyone I meet or know that I write erotica. My grandmother doesn't know. And I didn't think Kristie did. =20

"Never mind how I found out," she answered. "But if it's true, I think it's pretty neat. Well?" I felt a twinge of embarrassment but I couldn't lie. "Okay, it's true. But I don't call them 'fuck stories.'" Kristie's face lit up. I suddenly became aware that my nubile cousin was braless as her nipples poked the material of her halter.

"Lemme read some, Cuz." What could I do or say? I led her to my work room, showed her where my file copies of sex magazines were, then I left the room. Embarrassed, I guess. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the 'fridge, and gulped it down. I have to admit that I had felt some sexual attraction to Kristie for some time. Whenever I wrote about a girl losing her virginity, it was Kristie's face I had in mind. Her young body, her youthful eagerness, her intelligence, all had inspired and influenced me. And now she was actually reading the material I had written.=20

I grabbed another beer, popped it open, and went to my workroom to find Kristie avidly reading the sex magazines I'd been published in. =46rom the look on her face it was obvious she was enjoying what she was reading. She was breathing rapidly, sweat shone on her upper lip, and her nostrils seemed to flare, all the signs of a woman in heat, even a cousin. She saw or heard me and said, "I love to read about people fucking almost as much as I love to fuck. Surprised?" How could I be? I mean, she was smart, witty, attractive and old enough. I felt a twinge at the thought of my cousin getting dicked by some pimply teenager. Jealousy, I guess. I also felt a twinge in my loins as I warmed to the subject with my cousin.

"Does it embarrass you that I'm talking about fucking, Dave?" she asked. "Well, not embarrassed, I'm just not used to it," I answered.

"Not used to fucking?" she asked. "Oh, you know what I mean," I said. She was enjoying this conversation immensely. "I'm not used to talking about it with you."

"Don't you get horny when you write this stuff? God, I know I sure would. I'm getting wet just reading. Ooh, this is really hot." Kristie started reading part of a story I had written. "'My cock had never felt so hard as it did in Gina's mouth. Her tongue flicked the underside of my meat and her lips seemed to caress and stroke my shaft.

"'"Fuck my tits," Gina pleaded as she took her mouth off and held her big jugs together. Trouble was, I wanted to eat her pussy first. After all, eating her pussy was what I'd dreamed of doing for years.' Damn, Dave, I love this stuff!" Hearing Kristie reading that passage had excited me as well. And there was very little I could do to hide my excitement, since a bulging cock is difficult to hide in tight shorts. Kristie immediately noticed and then she blushed. "I guess you do get horny, Cuz," she grinned, standing up as she stared at the front of my shorts. "Was it my reading that did that, Dave? It sure couldn't be my tits 'cause mine aren't big enough to fuck. See?" Kristie lifted her halter and showed me her pert breasts, the nipples pink and rigid. My personal preference is for small tits not large ones. I felt my cock grow another inch as I looked at my cousin's mouth-watering boobies.

"Kristie, you have great tits," I said. She beamed. "Most guys like big tits," she told me. "A girl with big breasts will have sagging chest bags when she's forty," I said. "Yours will still be young and suckable then."

"Suck them now, Dave," she said breathily. I couldn't have resisted if I'd wanted to, cousin or not. And, believe me, I wanted to suck those nubbins. So I lowered my head to her left mound and stuck out my tongue. I circled the perky nipple then popped the rigid nub between my lips. Kristie gasped and her arms went around me, holding me as I sucked and chewed, first one, then the other, hot mound of flesh.