"By the way, I'm your cousin?"

[CarlyConners]

"By the way, I'm your cousin"


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Carly Conners
20 years old
5'3", 34B-24-35
Brown hair, brown eyes
Tattoos (you will learn about, maybe)


The Conners Family reunion was turning out to be just the snooze-fest Carly had expected. She hadn't been to one of the annual gatherings in half a dozen years and for good reason. She just had no interest in hanging out with strangers who were repeatedly and endlessly hugging her and kissing her cheek and telling her how she'd grown up to be such a lovely young woman.

Strangers...

Sure, they were her family, not strangers per se. But she didn't really know any of these people. Carly's father had relocated from Coastal California to Chicago after college for work. He'd only met, married, and eventually impregnated her mother there, thus producing Carly, the first of their two daughters. (18 year old Melanie was off running around with a group of Conners cousins and second cousins with whom she had created a Facebook group or whatever they called it.)

Oh, sure, Carly's family had returned to California often during Carly's childhood, and Carly could even remember playing right here in this park, on this beach that the family reserved the last weekend of August every year. But they hadn't been back for years, and she wasn't the gangly little girl with the flat chest that -- horrifyingly -- some of her relatives even recalled upon meeting her today. Really...? Comments about how she'd 'grown boobs'? How inappropriate was that?

This wasn't home for Carly; never had been, never would be. And despite being her relatives, these people weren't her people, no matter how much her father recalled about their pasts together and the fun times Carly had with these children when she herself was one.

Strangers.

Carly was done meeting new people, and fuck, there seemed to be an endless supply of them. As the kids had been playing another round of competitive but mostly goofy games, with the parents watching and cheering from the sidelines, Carly took a head count that she was certain neared 300 people. Hell, she and her volleyball team hadn't had that many fans in the stands at their last game!

She wandered away from the park portion of the beach to find some quiet. And that was when she saw him, wandering alone amongst the driftwood logs up next to the woods.

Carly recognized him from earlier. Her parents had been talking to him and his parents while Carly herself sat a distance away sipping on a cold cola. She'd seen her mother searching the crowd for her, likely wanting to introduce her. But Carly had slinked back into the shadows, not wanting to meet yet another stranger-relative. When the two couples went their own way, though, Carly asked who those people were.

"That's my sister and her husband and son," her father said. "You remember Connie, don't you? Oh! You haven't seen her and Rick in, what, maybe 8 years, so, maybe you don't remember them."

Carly had shrugged the conversation off, as well as her father's insistence that they catch up with and talk to Connie and Rick and their son...

Hell, Carly had already forgotten his name. Actually, she hadn't tried to remember it at all, despite his being a first cousin and relatively good looking. Good looking, Carly though as she watched him wandering amongst the logs. Nice butt, too.

Suddenly, Carly's mind was filling with thoughts that made her smile devilishly. She was so bored ... and so sick and tired of meeting family ... and so desperate for some fun. And she thought she may have come upon a way to solve some if not all of her current ills.

Carly headed his way through the sand, catching up to him just before he returned to the trail that led back to the family reunion. She pulled her blouse off over her head and shoved enough of it into a back pocket of her jeans as to not lose it. Then she walked his way, head down as if studying the trail and the flowers and the--

"Oh!" she said with feigned surprise when, just 15 feet from him, she looked up with a shocked expression. She giggled. "I ... I thought I was alone out here. Hi! I'm ... Clara."

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Carly waited to see if he would introduce himself. She showed no concern about wearing only a bra above her waistline. She looked back up the trail and jerked a thumb toward the park. "So, are you with them? What is it, some kind of family reunion?"

Again, she waited for an answer. Then, walking closer to him, she nodded the other direction. "My people are up at the North End campground, that way. I was just out for a walk ... clear my head. Wanna join me?"

She glanced down at her bosom, then laughed. "Didn't have my swim suit, obviously, and it's such a nice day to catch some rays. You don't mind, do you? I can put my shirt back on if it bothers you."

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach had been doing the Conners family reunion for as long as he could remember, a regular spectacle that marked the end of summer and heralded the return of school. He'd had some good times over the years, but as he'd grown into his teens he found it a more onerous than pleasant event. The cousins (first, second, and variants thereof) he'd grown up playing with had split up into the same cliché social circles he avoided in high school. The few he'd liked had moved on to summer jobs or other activities that kept them away. The older he got, the more he felt like a stranger among the familiar, out of place from both the kids and the adults at the age of eighteen.

The adults showed interest in his plans for college, soon to begin, but they still treated him like the teenager he technically was. He had little common ground with their work life and home ownership problems. Being introverted, too, he never felt comfortable striking up conversations. Solitude was more comfortable, so as soon as he felt he'd discharged his familial duties, he slipped away from the hustle and bustle for the privacy of the park's trails and beach.

Finally at peace, Zach combed the beach for anything interesting. He had a passing fascination with photography and used his phone as best he could try capture interesting pictures. The driftwood offered up tantalizing shapes and textures that kept his attention long enough to forget about the reunion.

Ready for a change of scenery, Zach turned toward the trail back into the woods and was startled to find a stunning young woman nearly on top of him. She wore a white bikini top and jeans that left little to the imagination, and her dark hair whipped about in the wind. Had he just walked into a professional photo shoot?

"I ... I thought I was alone out here. Hi! I'm ... Clara."

Zach gulped. He'd been a shy, skinny geek throughout high school, only just starting to fill into his frame over the last semester. He wasn't used to having girls talk to him, let alone introduce themselves.

"Hi, yeah, uh," he said, fumbling over himself. "You're almost alone out here, I guess. Except for me. I'm, uh, Zach."

He desperately hoped his blushing wasn't apparent.

Zach's attention, uncontrollably, dipped a few degrees to the lovely swell of her breasts. He realized she wasn't wearing a bikini after all, but rather her bra. The distinction was subtle but not lost on him.

He snapped his eyes back up to hers, belatedly realizing she'd asked something about the family reunion.

"Oh, yeah, I'm with that crowd," he said. "Big annual family reunion. I've had about as much family as I can handle for one day, though."

She walked toward him, unselfconscious in a way he found both seductive and intimidating. "My people are up at the North End campground, that way. I was just out for a walk ... clear my head. Wanna join me?"

Him? Join her? Why? Was she so utterly bored she would settle for the company of a guy like him? Or was it because she didn't know what a quiet, geek he'd been in high school?

Before he could answer, she glanced down at her bosom, then laughed. "Didn't have my swim suit, obviously, and it's such a nice day to catch some rays. You don't mind, do you? I can put my shirt back on if it bothers you."

Zach blushed again, certain she was teasing him as punishment for looking. And how the hell did he respond to that?

"No, no, it's fine," he said, pointedly not staring. "Nice day for some sun. Um. Yeah, sure, I could go for a walk with you. I mean, if you really want me to."

He cursed himself inwardly. If she'd had any interest in him on first sight, he'd probably disabused her of any idea he might be a fun companion. But at the same time, he prayed over and over and over that she'd still want him to tag along.

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly smiled a bit wider when Zach said it fine for her to walk with him without her blouse. She'd expected that answer, of course. What guy wouldn't want to take a stroll with a woman wearing a lacy bra?

"Let's go this way," she said, pointing to a trail that led inland. She laughed, and continuing with her lie about her people not being his, she told him playfully, "Not toward your tribe, not toward mine. Sorta ... half way."

The trail would lead them away from the shore, up and over small dunes. The mounds of sand here were covered in beach grass. That would soon give way to shrubs and then taller trees. Carly hadn't exactly formulated a plan for her time with her cousin. But the last thing she wanted was for someone who knew them to see them together. Woods seemed like a good enough place to avoid that.

"So, how old are you, Zach?" she asked as they walked. After he'd answered, she continued, "You graduated then...? Going to college...? University?"

Carly listened to his answer, showing great interest. Despite the fact that she would be starting her junior year at DePaul this September, a 20 year old Environmental Studies major, she told Zach, "I'm 18, too. I start at the University of Washington fall term. English Lit. What's your major, or have you selected one?"

She listened and asked more questions, about his school, his family, his hobbies. She asked more questions that were really necessary. Carly didn't want Zach to think too much about where they were going, deeper into the woods and away from their family. If she was a 250 pound man with beady eyes and a folding hunting knife in a sheath on her hip, Carly would have expected Zach to suspect he was never coming out of these woods.

"Let's sit here for a bit," she said when they reached an old picnic table in an abandoned portion of the park. Carly took his arm -- their first physical contact -- and guided him to sit there, his back to the table. She stepped up close to Zach, standing over him as her knees touched him. Smiling devilishly, she asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

She waited for his response, then asked bluntly, "Are you a virgin, Zach?"

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach followed Clara, only half aware of where she was leading them. Most of his attention was split between admiring her figure and in stunned disbelief that she was talking to him.

She had that easy comfort with small talk he lacked, so he let her lead the conversation and answered her questions about where he went to high school. He told her about his acceptance to UC Berkeley and tried not to sound too geeky about his plans to major in computer science with a focus on the explosion in AI research.

When Clara told him she was eighteen, like him, he had trouble believing it. She looked a bit older, but he figured it was her confidence and poise that made her seem mature beyond her years. She appeared genuinely interested in him and he tried to slip in a few questions in return, asking about her interests and what prompted her to major in English lit.

His nerves had almost begun to subside when they arrived at some decrepit part of the park he had never seen before. She took him by the arm, sending a pleasant shiver through his body, and suggested he sit. He'd assumed she, too, would take a seat and they could just continue the conversation.

He was wrong.

With his back against the table, she stood before him, almost looming. It was impossible to look up at her face without looking at those perfect lace-ensconced breasts. Her skin glowed and those eyes looked down with a mischievous twinkle. That was what had him simultaneously wary and excited - there was some aspect of a game to this to her, but what? As long as she wasn't setting him up as the butt of some prank, he was willing to follow along.

She moved closer until their knees touched. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Zach's heart started racing. "Uh, no. Not right now." He wanted to return the question, but figured it didn't really matter.

Then she cut to the heart of the matter. "Are you a virgin, Zach?"

He felt his face burn and he had to grip his shorts to keep his hands from shaking. It wasn't the worst thing, to be a virgin at his age, but there was a certain stigma associated with it even if only in how it hurt his self-confidence. The get past that status, he thought, would give him the boost he'd need to ask other girls out.

But who the hell asked a question like that of a near total stranger? She was blunt, certainly, and had a weird boldness. Was there something about her he should be afraid of, or was she really just like this? He found himself hopeful, despite his reservations.

He also realized he'd chosen poorly when deciding to wear board shorts today, figuring it'd be handy not to have to change if he went swimming. Without underwear or a liner, his cock tended to hang free down one of the legs. Now, sitting, the fabric was stretched tight and his treacherous member was letting him know what it thought about this lovely vision standing before him. God, he hoped she didn't see that and take offense.

Zach gulped. "Uh, well, I've made out some, I guess. But, no, never got to go all the way, I guess."

 

[CarlyConners]

"Good," Carly said softly at Zach's confession that he was a virgin. Her lips spread in a devilish smirk. She laughed loudly -- sharp and short -- tapping her knees playfully against his. "What I mean is ... it's good to be honest. Most guys your age ... our age, would have lied ... would have said they had a dozen notched in their bed post."

She leaned over Zach, putting her hands on the edge of the table to each side of his shoulders. Carly's face was mere inches from his as she studied him up close and personal for a long moment.

"I'm going to kiss you, Zach," she asked in a soft voice.

She hesitated only long enough for him to contemplate what was happening, then leaned in and pressed her mouth to his. If he did nothing to stop her, Carly would slowly turn the unexpected contact into a soft but erotic kiss involving parting lips and gently exploring tongues.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach was startled by her laugh, feeling it cut to the core of his insecurity, right until she explained that she appreciated his honesty. Really? That was good, he supposed, since honesty came natural to him.

Then she leaned in close enough he could feel her warm breath, catch a hint of the fragrance from her shampoo or something. He felt like a trapped animal, at the predator's whim and mercy. Was she like the hawk, only seeking to devour him, or the cat, eager to toy with him until losing interest. His heart thudded and he licked his lips.

She announced her intention to kiss him clearly. Excitement was tempered only slightly by disbelief. Him? So soon? Why?

And then she did. He froze for a moment, but the softness of her lips soon woke his own and he tentatively kissed back. When her lips parted and she teased him with her tongue, he opened his mouth and kissed eagerly back. She tasted wonderful. Kissing her was every bit as enjoyable as he remembered it had been with Katie before she unceremoniously dumped him for Jack Broking.

That painful memory encouraged him to kiss Clara back harder, as if sticking it to his short lived ex. Was that what Clara was using him for? Revenge against an ex or even a current boyfriend? At the moment, he decided he couldn't care less.

 

[CarlyConners]

"You're a good kisser," Carly whispered when she pulled her lips from his. She gave him one more kiss, soft but erotic. She pulled back again, studied him a moment, then stood tall over him. "Have you ever had a woman's nipple in your mouth, Zach?"

Carly waited for his response, hesitated, then reached up to her back with both hands and popped her bra free. She didn't let it fall immediately away, though. She studied Zach's face as she held the cups over her swells, then let the lacy cloth slip downward ... from her bosom ... past her belly ... into the grasp of one hand ... to dangle at her side.

"Do you like them, Zach," she asked, as if she was asking if he liked her blouse, not that he'd seen it on her, of course. "Do you want to kiss them?"

It didn't really matter what his answer was, of course. Carly had every intention of feeling Zach's mouth upon her breasts ... his tongue upon her nipples. She moved closer again, slowly. Lifting one leg, Carly put her knee on the bench at Zach's side, then did the same with the other. She slid forward a bit, then sat her buttocks on his thighs.

She could have pressed forward, until his raging cock -- yes, she had noticed the tent in his lap -- was pressing into the cleft of her thighs, but she didn't. She was moving quickly, of course, but she wasn't hurrying.

"You can touch them, Zach," she whispered. She straightened her back, causing her breasts to very nearly touch his face without his efforts. "You can kiss them, if you'd like."

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach beamed at her compliment on his kissing ability. He wasn't exactly an expert, but he had some experience, and he was doing his best to match her pace. She most definitely was skilled.

"Have you ever had a woman's nipple in your mouth, Zach?"

He felt like a landed fish, mouth opening but nothing useful coming out. Who asked a question like that? Apparently, the same kind who bluntly inquired as to whether he was a virgin or not. Her line of questioning suddenly seemed to have a lot more meaning behind it.

"Yeah," he said, the words barely forming. He had, just twice but with the same girl. Formative experience, to be sure, but hardly enough to make him feel he had any authority on the matter.

Clara reached back and unhooked her bra. The expression on her face, the striptease nature by which she then removed it, and her utter calmness convinced Zach once and for all that she knew what she was doing and what she wanted. Or who. Her experience against his inexperience was daunting, yet exhilarating.

Her breasts were simply perfect - modest handfuls tipped with erect nipples that beckoned him. Their swell and curve, the way they jiggled just a bit under her movement - all mesmerizing.

"They're amazing," he said when asked if he liked them. And if he wanted to kiss them? He just about lost his mind. "I...I..."

She knelt over his legs and settled her weight on his thighs. Her crotch was almost pressing into his erection. When it was just kissing, the notion of her being aware of his response would have been almost mortifying. Now, slightly less so.

Clara leaned and raised up until one of those nipples almost reached his mouth. "You can touch them, Zach," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "You can kiss them, if you'd like."

So much of this encounter was impossible, yet he couldn't deny his body's response. He might live to regret it, but he knew he'd regret not doing it and wondering what could have been.

He leaned forward just enough to plant a soft kiss right on the tip of her nipple. She didn't slap him. A jealous boyfriend didn't erupt from the woods with a baseball bat. She just sighed and held her breast for his continued attention. He kissed it again, then planted kisses all around it before returning to the nipple and giving it a kiss followed by a playful lick. Clara moaned appreciatively at that, so he continued licking until taking it entirely in his mouth.

Zach focused on sucking gently, teasing across the tip with his tongue, reading her responses to make sure he was pleasing her. Indeed, it seemed to be exactly what she wanted. He fretted for a moment when she pulled back, but relaxed when he realized it was only to make sure her other breast got the same treatment. Emboldened, he cupped her freed breast with a hand - exploring its shape and heft. He ran his fingers over the hard nipple and gave it the softest of pinches.

Impossible? Yup. Crazy? Undoubtedly. An improvement over the family reunion? Hell yes!

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly purred at the feel of Zach's lips on her nipples. They'd always been so sensitive. Long before she'd ever lost her virginity -- at 16 -- Carly had spent long evenings enjoying the mouths, tongues, and fingers upon the nubs of her burgeoning bosom. As Zach's mouth -- and then hands -- worked at her breasts, Carly moved a hand up to the back of his head to direct him from one tit to the other.

"Bite me," she whispered, pressing one nipple to his lips. He nibbled at her gently, only causing her to demand, "Harder, Zach. You're not going to hurt me. I like it."

Carly used her legs to lift her buttocks from Zach's thighs. She moved forward until her crotch pressed firmly against the teen's raging hard-on. As she urged him to bite her harder, Carly began grinding her pussy against him, wishing she'd taken her tight fitting but thankfully stretching jeans off at the same time that she'd shed her bra.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Between the noises she made and her guiding hand around the back of his head, Zach knew Clara was enjoying his attention.

"Bite me." Her voice was soft, but demanding, and she fed a hard nipple into his waiting mouth. He was nervous, afraid of hurting her, but did as she asked. At first a nibble, then harder at her urging. Each time he thought it was too much, she wanted more, until her feared he might draw blood.

The girl's crotch started grinding into him, pressing against his erection. That got him going harder and he pinched, hard, the nipple of her other beast while continuing to bite and suck the first. He thrust his crotch up into hers, his body happily going where his good judgement feared to tread.

This was no snowflake. She clearly knew what she liked and wasn't afraid to take it. She was exactly the kind of person who frightened him. How far would he let himself be led? Probably over the cliff, if she asked it.

To his surprise, he found he liked biting her. And sucking. And kissing and touching. He liked being obedient.

 

[CarlyConners]

The sensations in her nipples and her breasts as a whole were driving Carly mad, as was the feeling of Zach's erection against her pussy. Her gyrations against his cock became faster and harder and longer, and she pulled his face so hard against one of her breasts that he had to shift his head at one point to free up his nose to breath.

"I want you to cum for me, Zach," she said, suddenly pulling his face up and leaning down to kiss him passionately. She worked her tongue against his, then pulled back to watch him as she intensified her grinding even harder and faster. She begged, "Cum for me, Zach. I want you to cum. I want to watch you cum. Please. Please, do this for me."

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach was breathless under Clara's constant demands, until finally pulling her breast away from his mouth long enough to demand that he climax for her. Like her actions, her words weren't dainty.

He hadn't even been trying to get himself off, so focused on stimulating her nipples. At her urging, however, he realized he wasn't that far off, grinding against her. But his shorts were uncomfortable with the head of his cock trapped.

Her focus was locked on his crotch and she begged him to cum for her even as her hips tried to milk it out of him. He had to obey. He wanted to please her, give her what she demanded.

With one hand, he held her hip to stabilize himself. With the other, he untied his shorts just enough to free the last couple inches of his cock. It was the first time a girl had ever seen it, let alone erect. The tip was angry red and glistening with pre-cum.

He thrust harder back into her, nearing the peak. She never stopped begging, urging him on.

"It's...right..." Words were losing coherency in him mind. "My queen!"

Huh? Even that surprised him just enough to cut through the haze, right before his cock stiffened another degree and unloaded spurt after spurt of milky white semen across his stomach and shorts and, embarrassingly, the front of her tight jeans.

 

[CarlyConners]

"It's...right..."

Carly knew she had him; she knew he was there. She couldn't believe that she was doing this to her own cousin! Zach was her cousin; Carly was going to make him cream his pants; and he had no idea who she was in relationship to him.

She'd done a lot of crazy things in her life, sexually and otherwise, but this was so ... so ... fuck! She just couldn't believe she was doing this!

Then...

"My queen!"

Carly actually laughed at Zach's exclamation. Where the hell did that come from?

She didn't have much time to think about it, though. Zach suddenly tightened up, dropped his head back a bit; he was going to cum any second. Carly pulled her upper body back to give herself a view down at his lap. She leaned a bit left to allow the nearly full moon to cast its shine upon his cock. She'd eyed a bit of it earlier, when he'd loosed it for more comfort. She hadn't been able to see much of it -- just the head and an inch of shaft -- but it had seemed ... fine. Now, though, after having worked the crotch of her jeans against his swimming trunk and having pulled back to watch, most of Zach's better-than-average length was visible to her. Despite the dark of the night and insufficient light of the moon, she was impressed with it and wanted to see more of it.

Then, as he grunted deep and loud, Carly found it beautiful as big globs of cum erupted from it. Again and again and again and again streams of thick goo shot from his bulbous head. It splashed upon his belly and groin and -- with Carly still working up and down against his lower shaft -- upon her jeans as well. Looking into Zach's face, she saw the wonder and awe of a man in pure and extreme ecstasy ... and that was even more beautiful than his impressive cock.

She went still in his lap, just watching him for the longest moment. His entire body trembled, his chest rose and fell, he moaned, he grasped at her body. Carly had seen this all before, of course. She wasn't a slut, per se, but she claimed her share of virginities during her short sex life. But ... had she? Had she taken Zach's virginity. No ... no, he hadn't been inside her, so ... no. But still, it had been incredible fun, and it made her smile widely and proudly to have done this to him.

Done this to my cousin, she reminded herself. As he was still enjoying the euphoria ripping through him, Carly looked off to her right, toward their family reunion. Fuck, what would my mother say about this? Her mother wasn't blind to her daughter's sexual escapades. Carly had been caught with boys in her bed three times ... and a girl once, to boot. Her mother wasn't a Puritan or anything and understood her daughter's need to explore her sexuality. But this...? No, Carly doubted that her mother would understand this at all.

She leaned down to kiss Zach softly, then whispered, "I'm going to get something to clean up this mess. There was something on the trail back there, a cloth or rag or something."

Carly slid out of Zach's lap, kissed him again, and looked down to his lap once again. My god! Now in the full view of the moon's glow, she realized just how beautiful the teen's cock was. Long, thick, with filled blood vessels that made it look almost ... monstrous in nature. It twitched, then again in the aftermath of his orgasm, making Carly giggle before leaning in to kiss Zach again.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked in whisper. She told him, "I did. It was incredible."

Before she left to find that rag, Carly reached a finger down into the pool of cum on Zach's belly. She raised the digit up before her cousin, letting him see the stick goo on its tip. Then, looking him directly in the eyes, she put the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

"Mmmmm..." she purred as she swallowed his discharge down, adding playfully, "Salty delicious."

It had taken Carly quite a while to become accustomed to the interesting and unique taste of a man's jism. But, as had been the case with learning to drink beer or black coffee, she'd managed. Of course, men greatly enjoyed watching her drink their cum more than drinking their Coors or Starbucks.

Zack's reaction made Carly laugh. She leaned in to give him a really quick kiss, then backed away. "Gonna get that rag. Don't move! You're not done enjoying this yet, I can tell."

Carly turned and headed off into the dark, giggling. They were in the depth of the coastal woods now, so she was out of Zach's sight within seconds. She was also out of the glow of the moonlight, so she slowed for a moment to let her eyes adjust to the trail.

Then ... she simply disappeared into the night, leaving her cousin on the bench alone ... under the moon ... cock out ... cum dripping down his waist...

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach was relieved that she didn't get upset at the mess he'd made. Thankfully, it had just gotten dark enough that both of them should be able to make it back to their respective camps without it being too apparently.

As the high diminished, he felt doubly embarrassed by the words that had come out of his mouth. Had she noticed? Probably. Probably convinced he was the dweeb he felt like more often than not. But, still, for that moment when she was begging him on, he'd felt empowered. Special.

She climbed off him, then looked down and took in his still hard cock. He felt a bit of pride at her admiration, knowing full well he was on the well-endowed side.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked in whisper. "I did. It was incredible."

"Yeah," he said, still catching his breath. To have a smoking hot, topless girl telling him how incredible she'd found it totally made his day. Hell, it made his year. "That was amazing."

Then she dipped a finger in his mess and licked it clean, pronouncing it delicious. Holy fuck! He just sat in stunned amazement, mouth wide until she smiled and leaned over to give him a quick kiss. For a fleeting moment, he was afraid he'd taste himself on her mouth, but he quickly chastised himself for being so squeamish after an encounter like this. In the end, he had nothing to worry about, tasting nothing but her sweet lips.

Clara hurried off to find some rag or other, insisting he not move. Zach waited patiently for a bit, wiping the bigger remaining globs off himself and onto the edge of the picnic table. After a couple minutes passed, however, he heard nothing more of Clara and only could just make out sounds from the reunion party off in the distance over the chirping of insects.

He started to get worried that she might have gotten lost. If she'd twisted an ankle or something, surely she would have called out to him. After another minute, Zach tucked his now soft cock into his shorts and stood, looking and listening for her. Nothing.

"Clara?" he called out in a speaking voice. No response. He tried several more times, each louder than the last. No response.

He walked down the moonlit trail she'd taken, but found no sign of her all the way back to the beach. She'd ditched him. All his self-conscious anxiety came pounding back on him. Clara had simply been bored and wanted a quick distraction. When he'd proven to be nothing more than an inexperienced geek, she'd cut and run as soon as she got her kicks. He should have known better.

The park where they'd had their little encounter was closer to the camping area, so he backtracked. On the way, he consoled himself by saying it really had been fun. He'd gotten to intimately touch a very attractive woman who seemed interested in him, even if only for selfish reasons. He was the one who'd had the amazing orgasm. Truthfully, he was disappointed he hadn't been able to return the favor, unless she'd managed to climax grinding into him without his notice. At least she'd appeared to really get off on the attention he'd given her nipples.

Back by the picnic table, there was still no sign of Clara. He called out once more, but got no response. He was about to seek out a trail back to camp when he noticed something on the table. Her bra. Had she left it intentionally or just forgot it? He scooped it and brushed the soft lace against his cheek, fondly remembering her touch and the feel of her breasts under his fingers and lips.

Oh well. Maybe he'd cross paths with her again, but he doubted it.

He folded the bra in and tucked it away. Eventually, he found a path back to the camping area and managed to make it through the scattered fires of family after family, both familiar and less so, without being bothered. His own family's site was dark and quiet. He figured his parents were off with one of his father's siblings and their family. Probably wondering where he'd ended up.

Zach slipped into his tent and changed out of his messy clothing, donning athletic shorts and a light sweatshirt against the cooling evening air. Clara's bra got a special place in his backpack. He considered just calling it a night, staying in his tent and doing some surfing on his phone, but it was still early. His stomach said otherwise, rumbling after the intense outburst of physical activity. There were undoubtedly hot dogs and s'mores and more to be had at any of a number of the different reunion splinter parties going on. Food first, then rest.

He zipped the tent and wandered off until he found his uncle Brian's family just a short distance away. Brain was his dad's older brother and one of the cooler members of his extended family. Brian, however, was deep in conversation with Zach's mom. His dad was nowhere to be seen. Several of Brian's adult children, Zach's cousins, and their spouses were sitting around the fire and keeping a close eye on their own kids, most in the pre-school set. Not exactly the best company, but at least he knew them.

Gina, one of his cousins, spotted him and waved him over. "Zach! Where've you been? Come help us eat all this junk food before the kids make themselves sick."

He smiled and found a picnic table laden with chips and hot dogs and potato salad. He filled a plate and took an empty seat by the fire. He didn't speak a word about where he'd really been, but it was all he could think about.

Clara.

If she hadn't ditched him, he'd have been tempted to go looking for her. She said she was staying in the north end of the park. Maybe a morning walk up that way? No. Finding her, after she'd left, would only be awkward.

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly hid in the shadow of a large dead tree, listening to Zach call out to her. She had to stifle a giggle at first, but as his tone showed concern for her, Carly felt a little bit guilty. She wasn't sure whether he was worried about her or angry at her; his tone, his volume, the wind ... they all played together to prevent focus on the situation.

Eventually, after Zach had stopped calling, Carly snuck back to the table for her bra. It was gone. Fuck! He took it. Again, she had to stifle a giggle. Trophy! He took himself a trophy. Oh well, it wasn't like she hadn't gone unbridled often in the past. It was the nice thing about young, firm tits. Someday, Carly would be desperate to hid her sagging bosom ... but thankfully not yet.

She headed back to the beach, down the shoreline, and up to the picnic area where the mayhem of the massive family reunion was still taking place. She hesitated in the shadows at the meeting of the sandy beach and the grassy lawn, searching for Zach. She knew he'd be here, but -- of course -- he had no idea that she would be. And Carly wanted to find him before her found her. It took quite a while, what with there being so many people and so many places to find what these people called fun.

Bonfires. Roasting pits. Picnic table/barbeque stations. More tables for adult card games and kiddy board games. Three separate pens for the toddlers. Hundreds of tents surrounding all of this, like Conestoga wagons encircling the settlers' stock animals on the Oregon Trail. It was like a fucking city in and of itself.

Carly didn't want to have anything to do with any of it. However, she did want her bra. And -- the thought now causing her a perma-grin -- she wanted to see the expression on Zach's face when he realized that she was his cousin. Oh, Carly had known, of course, that this would come out eventually. After all, it was just Friday night, and the reunion didn't start breaking up until Sunday morning after the massive farewell breakfast. She'd known that she couldn't avoid Zach the whole weekend when she'd first seen him out on the beach. Of course ... she hadn't known that she was going to mount him and drive him to orgasm with a lap dance at the time.

Carefully, Carly was making her way through the mass of Conners and Conner-related type people, searching every face for either Zach or his parents. The light wasn't the best for recognizing faces, a combination of steady moonlight from above, dancing flames from the fires, and swinging lanterns from the lines extending between trees and poles all about the picnic area.

In the end, it would be sound that would lead Carly to her prey.

"Zach! Where've you been?"

Carly froze, looking in the voice's direction.

"Come help us eat all this junk food before the kids make themselves sick."

She didn't immediately recognize the woman calling out but eventually realized that it was one of her older cousins, Gina. She was sitting at a picnic table laden with food and surrounded by grabby children. Carly had never seen most of them before and those she had she wouldn't have known. It had been 6 years, after all, since she'd been with any of these people.

Carly followed Gina's gaze, and sure enough, there was Zach. He had changed his clothes -- not a surprise -- but his expression of discontent hadn't changed from when she'd first found him alone out on that beach nearly an hour earlier. Carly knew he had other places he'd like to be ... say ... nine inches deep inside her tight pussy maybe?

She watched him for a while, moving closer but always staying well hidden by the crowd or shadows or combination of the two. She was trying to decide whether or not to confront him here amongst all these people, some of whom -- the older or closer relations -- knew who she was.

Off to the side, some of the young boys and girls had been folding airplanes out of sheets of paper that had been intended for coloring. One of the planes fell onto a barbeque, caught fire, and then caught a breeze. Aflame, it wafted away toward Carly. There was a ruckus that Gina took note of, and she called, "Zach! Stomp on that before it gets away!"

The next thing she knew, Carly was standing face to face with Zach ... a very shocked Zach. She smiled broadly, cocking her head a bit as she asked, "Where's my bra?"

Before he could answer, Gina -- using her real name -- called out, "Carly!"

The older cousin hurried around the table to Carly, continuing, "Carly darling, where have you been? I couldn't believe it when I saw your parents here."

The older and taller Conners woman threw her arms around Carly, almost lifting her off her feet in a bear hug as she continued, "I couldn't be-lieve when I heard you came this year."

Two toddlers were suddenly all over Gina's legs, and she had to break away to deal with them. As she left, Carly looked back to Zach and smiled.

"By the way," she said in a soft voice, "I'm your cousin."

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach, having already seen the paper airplane set ablaze, was quick to jump up when his cousin called for his intervention. He chased the errant fiery missile around the side of a camper and stomped it out.

He was startled to find, too, he'd nearly run into someone. As he looked up and met Clara's eyes, Zach whiplashed through a wide variety of reactions - stunned disbelief, relief, fear, and lust. For the briefest fraction of a moment, she looked young and vulnerable, much more what he'd expect of a fellow eighteen year old. A moment later, she had the same smile she'd wielded over him earlier.

"Where's my bra?"

That's the first thing she asked? He was about to ask where she'd gone, since she must have circled back looking for it to know he'd taken it. Had he inadvertently been the one to ditch her? If so, he felt like a complete schmuck. Her expression, however, told him that might not be the true story.

Before he could answer, his cousin Gina came hurrying over, calling out for Carly. Carly - not Clara. When he realized it was for her, it registered to Zach that she'd lied about her name. And, if he had to guess, about not being part of the family reunion, too. His head spun as he watched the girls hug.

From the snippets of their conversation, he gathered that Clara - no, Carly - was part of his family, but hadn't been here in years. He'd been coming every year since forever and they were pretty close in age, so he had to have crossed paths with her before. Carly... He tried to remember her face.

Then it clicked. She was one of his fifteen cousins on his mom's side. He'd long since given up trying to remember all their names, especially the ones who didn't live locally.

He stared at her in stunned disbelief as Carly endured the swarm of toddlers before Gina chased them off. His cousin looked up and him and smiled. Softly, but knowingly, she confirmed what he'd just worked out. Cousins.

She'd known all along? He almost had to assume so. The way she'd lied about her name and association with the reunion. Was it part of her game or something else?

The girl's nature bothered him, yet everything else about her pulled at him. He couldn't help but glance down and noted her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt. She hadn't bothered to change, which also meant in better light her jeans might draw some attention.

"Yeah, I just figured that out," he said, losing the snippy edge he'd intended. "You kinda went out of your way to not mention that earlier."

He looked back at his other cousins to make sure no one was close enough to hear.

"And, yeah, I might have your bra. It felt like I got ditched, so I picked it up."

 

[CarlyConners]

"Yeah, I just figured that out ... "You kinda went out of your way to not mention that earlier."

Carly smiled and only shrugged.

"And, yeah, I might have your bra. It felt like I got ditched, so I picked it up."

"How would you have felt at that moment to find out that I was your cousin?" Carly asked with neither hesitation nor guilt. She shrugged again. "I didn't think you would want to know right then and there."

Some children rushed noisily by. After they were gone, Carly asked her follow up. "How do you feel about it now ... cuz?

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach considered it and frowned.

"Yeah, I probably wouldn't have taken it very well. But if you knew then, why even...?"

He realized she liked his not knowing, having something over him. Just like she had enjoyed taking advantage of his eager innocence. He should have been pissed and told her off. Geez, cousins! Was that even legal? Probably, but certainly far from accepted.

But, ultimately, he wasn't that upset. It had been amazing. Made him feel good. Bolstered his self esteem...well, until she beat it back down a few notches.

After the kids passed, he said, "I'm not sure how I feel. I mean, it's like not normal. But I didn't even know, so... Hell, I don't know. It was great at the moment. I can say that much, at least."

He looked her in the eye. "Why? Why me?"

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly laughed at Zach's question. She asked incredulously, "Seriously...? You have to ask that?"

Those same damn kids rushed by again, interrupting them. Once alone with her cousin again, Carly said just for him, "Zach, you're a fucking hunk!"

"Zach! Carly!" Gina called again. When the latter leaned past the former to catch her older cousin's eye, the other Conners woman waved her back. "C'mon! There's starting a game of Sardines. Let's play."

"Be right there!" Carly said. She looked back into Zach's face, telling him firmly, "Zach, you're a good looking guy ... cute face, nice bod'..."

She glanced about for witnesses. Seeing none, she reached forward to grasp his cock through his thin shorts for just a brief moment before laughing. She said softer, "Nice cock."

She laughed again, looked about again, then told him, "I would want to fuck you whether you were my cousin, my brother, or my dad."

Suddenly they were enveloped by a crowd of kids pulling them apart and toward the open field where the game was about to be explained. Carly lost track of Zach for a moment as dozens of people of all ages joined the pack.

"Sardines is basically backwards Hide'n'go'seek," one of the Conners Great Aunts began explaining. Carly caught sight of Zach. She began making her way around the periphery, hoping he wouldn't bow out of the game before she could reach him. The woman continued, "The person who is it doesn't go out to find everyone else who is hiding. Instead, the person who is it hides ... and everyone else has to find him. And here's the twist. When you find the person who is it, you have to hide with them ... and thus, the name ... Sardines, because the people who are hiding with the it person have to squeeze in tight to hide from those still searching ... like sardines in a can."

There was a round of laughter. The great-aunt speaking continued, "Now, we have already hid someone. You know her ... she's your favorite Conners ... Gee Gee Ma Marybelle herself."

There was a loud round of laughter and applause at the announcement that the family's matriarch -- now in her early 90s -- was playing a kids game. Carly had just slipped up behind Zach. She stood on her toes and whispered close to his ear, "Oh my god. Great-gramma Conners herself. Poor little ol' lady's gonna get squished."

The Aunt explaining the game told of the search boundary area. Carly moved up close behind Zach. "If you want to hide in the dark with great-gramma EmBee, have fun. But, if you want to have a different kind of fun..."

Carly inconspicuously caressed, then groped one of Zach's muscular ass cheeks. "...I'll be hiding in my tent over by the B Entrance. You can't miss it. It'll be the one with the naked woman in it."

She backed away, and the surge of Conners -- child and adult both -- separated her from Zach. She eyed him until she could no longer see him, then turned and headed for her tent. She checked the surroundings for prying eyes. There was nearly no one in the camping area. Those who were here weren't paying her any attention. She entered her tent and turned on the battery-op lantern. She stripped to her birthday suit, sat with her haunches on her ankles...

...and just waited.

Carly knew Zach would come. How could he not ... right?

 

[WatchingCloud]

Why me? And she laughed at the question. He started to flush with embarrassment at her reaction until she told him he was a hunk. Cute, good looking. That had never been him...the rail thin geek. Granted, he had filled out, and more than a few aunts had commented upon this since he'd arrived at the reunion, but hunk?

Then she groped him and called special attention to his cock. Well, she couldn't have known that about him...before. He wanted to believe her. She certainly sounded convincing.

She laughed at his flummoxed reaction and added, "I would want to fuck you whether you were my cousin, my brother, or my dad."

Wait, what!? She wanted to fuck him? After earlier, that he could almost believe, but then she added the bit about doing him even if he'd been a brother or father. Was this some sort of kink for her, or just hyperbole?

Before he could respond, the horde of kids and adults alike swept over them and he was separated from Carly. He didn't want to play, but ended up listening to the rules like everyone else. He remembered playing as a much younger kid and was in no proper mental state to give it the silly attention it deserved.

Then he felt a hand on his ass and felt her breath on his ear as she whispered to him, beckoning him away from the game with promises of a different kind of fun. He had a pretty good idea what that meant.

"It'll be the tent with the naked woman in it." Those parting words echoed back and forth through his mind long after she vanished into the dark. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

Once the game kicked off, Zach found an opportunity to slip out in the commotion, blending into the dark behind someone's camper. His heart was pounding and his palms sweating despite the cool air. Carly, his cousin - first cousin, no less, not some second or third - wanted him. His smoking hot, sexually forward, cousin. The one who'd be waiting for him, naked.

Part of him wanted to go. To hell with their familial relationship. They might share a couple grandparents, but otherwise had no real relationship worth mentioning. She could have been any stranger off the street. Not that he was the kind of guy to go for one night stands, but...could he pass up the opportunity?

The practical side worried that a girl like her could be trouble. How many guys had she been with before? Would her casual disregard for propriety lead him to embarrassing himself and his family if this got out? She had at least demonstrated discretion once the cousins and their kids were around.

He walked, trying to clear his mind. When he realized where he was and where his feet were leading him, he shook his head. It felt inevitable.

When he reached the B Entrance area, his nerves went increasingly on edge. It was very quiet compared with his end of the park. He started to seriously wonder if he wasn't being set up. Again. Was she running something in conjunction with some of the older cousins to fuck with him? She'd get him all naked and aroused and the rest would spring out, take pictures, and have a grand laugh?

This kind of thinking was what kept him from having fun, he grumbled to himself. He couldn't think of any cousins who disliked him enough to go through all the effort. And Carly was an outsider to all of them.

One tent caught his attention, faintly lit from within and set a bit apart from any others. It was small, not a family-size affair. He knew, deep in his gut, it was Carly's.

As he approached, he saw a shadow cast on the side-wall - a female figure in profile, kneeling. Waiting. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry.

Zach made no effort to hide the soft crunch of his foot steps, not wanting to startle her. As he reached the door, zipped up, he wondered how best to announce himself. He couldn't just open it in case it was the wrong one.

Up close, however, he saw the zipper parted an inch. He bent over just a bit and saw her face. Carly. And a little further down...no shirt.

Holy shit!!

He wiped his hands on his shorts. No turning back. He looked around, making sure they were alone, then began unzipping the tent's door.

There she was, kneeling in the dim light, completely naked. Her perfect breasts he was familiar with. Carly's legs had only been hinted at under her tight jeans, but in person they were smooth and tantalizing. And between them...too dark to tell.

He ducked inside and zipped the flap closed behind.

"I, uh, hope Great-gramma isn't offended that I picked what was behind door number 2."

Zach smiled. That almost sounded smooth. Almost.

 

[CarlyConners]

"I think she'll live," Carly said with a devilish smile. Then she giggled, adding, "Of course, she'll like a thousand years old, so ... who knows."

She didn't mean that disrespectful, of course. But did it matter? Carly doubted that their great grandmother was occupying a great deal of Zach's thinking right now.

"Take you clothes off," she told him with a soft tone. "I want to see you naked."

Carly slipped her feet out from under her buttocks. She leaned to one side, supporting her weight on one hand. As she did so, she bent her top knee forward to hide her crotch. But before she did, she gave Zach a quick look where Mother Nature had originally placed a bush of curly hair. These days, there was nothing there but a smooth patch of skin and a tiny tattoo of two white anthropomorphic bunny rabbits fucking wildly.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Her words were soft but carried the weight of a command. He was nervous as hell. This was why he'd come here, though, right?

Zach watched, riveted, as Carly shifted her weight - the way her breasts wiggled as gravity tugged in a slightly different direction, her limbs unfolding sensuously. He caught a flash of her crotch, bare in the way his porn-honed tastes leaned. She also had a tattoo down there (!!) that he couldn't quite make out, but the back of his mind latched onto something dirty about it.

And then she was settled again, waiting and watching.

Nervous, yet equally eager to let her see all of him after her pronouncement of his hunkiness, Zach lifted his sweatshirt off and set it aside. He felt her eyes explore his bare, hairless chest, over his pecs and across abs that had good definition.

Her eyes dropped lower. Zach followed them to the bulge in his shorts. He'd certainly reacted quickly to the sight of her naked body. He still wasn't comfortable being seen like that but found reassurance in her eagerness.

Kneeling due to the low ceiling, Zach pulled down both shorts and underwear together, allowing his hefty cock to spring free. He wasn't quite fully erect, but still far enough along that it pointed horizontally, straight at his cousin.

He worked the clothing off his legs, then waited there on his knees, mere feet away from this beauty. Now naked, he felt strangely empowered.

"As you wish," he said, his voice soft but sincere.

 

[CarlyConners]

"You're beautiful," Carly purred. It was said almost as much to herself as it was to him. When she spoke again, it was most definitely to Zach. "You know that, right?"

She returned to her haunches-on-calves position and gestured him to come closer. She took his hands and pulled him closer, until he had to part his knees a bit to flank them around her own. For the longest time and in silence, Carly simply caressed Zach's impressive cock with the tips of her fingers. She let one hand curl below it, to give the same treatment to his tight sack.

She curled her fingers around his shaft and gripped it. Stroked it slowly. A bit. A lot. She toyed with the shape of his bulbous head, then with the hole at its end. He felt of dried sperm from their first encounter. When a bead of his discharge appeared, Carly touched her finger to it and coated the bluish purple skin with it.

She broke the silence that had only been broken so far by his occasional sighs or Soft moans. Carly began asking Zach if this or that or the other felt good. When he said yes to one or the other, she stuck to it for a moment, then moved on to something new. His cock was twitching more and more as the time passed. It yearned for completion of Carly's efforts. Looking up into Zach's face, she could see that he yearned for it just as dearly.

She caressed both hands around the back of his thighs. Up to his muscular and now tense buttocks. She urged him closer and scooted forward a bit herself. With one last look up into Zach's face to view the expression there, she straightened her back a bit more to lift her head...

...and using her lips and tongue to wet him as she went, she worked most of his nine inches expertly toward the back of her throat with only the slightest sign of gagging on his length and girth.

 

[WatchingCloud]

Zach was quickly lost under his cousin's attentive touch - first her knees between his, then her hands on his cock. While she might have been quick to seduce and play with him earlier, now she seemed intent on taking her time. Her fingers explored every curve and texture.

Her questions about what he liked and didn't were even more remarkable. It seemed like the sort of thing a long-term couple would eventually get around to sorting out. Carly wanted to know everything, in explicit detail, from the get go. And she was good at taking his vague feedback, altering her technique and layering things atop one another.

She had him closing in on his second climax of the night when she abruptly stopped. She looked him in the eye, long and hard, expression almost unreadable. Had he done something wrong?

Apparently not. Carly bent over and began taking him in her mouth. Inch by inch, she continued to sink down on him, enveloping his cock in that warm, moist embrace. He'd imagined for years what a blowjob might feel like, yet his best efforts paled next to the real thing.

Somehow, she kept taking more of his length. He was long and hadn't expected her to take more than half. Yet, impossibly, he felt her lips reach the base of his shaft without gagging. Surely she had to be very experienced to perform like this - a thought that made him a little jealous of her former partners. Those thoughts soon vanished under the rhythmic bobbing of her head.

God, her tongue kept stimulating his most sensitive spot, along the shaft and just beneath the head. Carly resumed massaging his balls with a free hand and that sent him hurtling toward a climax.

He wrapped his fingers through her hair, gently holding her head. His hips involuntarily nudged up into her mouth. So close. He needed the release.

"I'm...almost...there..."

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly felt Zach's hands on her head, his fingers in her hair. She knew men could sometimes get a bit too excited when their cock was in her mouth and ready to explode. She reached one of her hands around to grasp the base of his cock. He couldn't ram himself too deep inside her throat now.

She sped the bobbing of her head to and from his groin. She tightened her lips and pressed her tongue more firmly against him. Carly could sense Zach's imminent eruption even before he spoke.

"I'm...almost...there."

He wasn't almost there. He was there! Carly knew. She knew guys liked to get their cock sucked. And she knew guys liked to spew their cum into their lovers mouth. And she knew guys like to see their lover gulp their cum down. She had done the first one and was about to do the last two. But she had something to do in between that she thought he would like as well.

"Watch, Zach," she said pulling her mouth from his shaft. Her hand began stroking him hard and fast. She demanded, "Watch, Zach. I want you to watch this."

She barely got out the last word when she felt his cock do a little twitch in her hand. Quickly, Carly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, placing it under the Zach's bulbous head. Continuing to stroke his hard and fast, she watched his reaction as his cock pulsed, spewing a massive wad of gooey cum across nearly the entire length of her tongue. Carly continued to stroke and watch. Shot after shot of his semen filled the surface of her tongue.