My cousin Michelle

My cousin Michelle and I have always shown affection towards one another. We were very close, even from a young age. Because Michelle and I were always hugging, and leaning our bodies into each other, people always assumed we were dating; this is where my sexual thoughts for my cousin was birthed. Because Michelle was also a very beautiful girl, and I had already fucked our mutual cousin, Jane, the thought of fucking Michelle seemed like a genuine possibility.

It was when we were both 16. I think Michelle was 15 at the time, but was turning 16 later on in the year. Michelle had a great body; I have always said she had the body of a porn star. Her tits weren’t the biggest, but proportioned to her slim figure. A 32C sized bust. Her slim figure featured a flat stomach, pencil-thin legs, and great curves on her hips, stomach and back. If she were a swimsuit model, a curve on her back would lead directly to her juicy ass, and a curve went down her perfect stomach. Curves from her hips would lead to where her beautiful pussy would be. Her body was gorgeous; like I said, the body of a porn star. Michelle was always a perky girl and her bubbly personality fit her look. She acted very girly and had a high-pitched voice. Her voice was as cute as her face and had about shoulder-length, black hair, and glowing brown eyes.

One weekend, our parents left to spend a weekend in Vegas; I spent the weekend at Michelle’s house. That night, we were watching a movie and ended up in our usual position; she leaned her head on my shoulder and our bodies rubbed against each others. I decided that this was my opportunity to make a move on her, so I put my hand on her knee. She moved, but had readjusted her body to where her hand was now on my chest, feeling my pecs. My cock hardened as I started moving my hand, I skipped her crotch and went to her stomach. My hand was hovering over her body until I finally came in contact with her squishy breasts. Her eyes opened and immediately took my hand off. “What are you doing?” she yelled. I thought I had ruined my whole relationship with my cousin at this point, so I took the guilty road in hopes that she would take it and forgive me. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me to. I’m sorry…” I said, trying not to look at her face. “We’re cousins, it’s not just wrong, it’s gross.” She said as she left and went to her room. I had fucked it up, not only my chance at making my fantasy possible, but my entire relationship with my cousin.

I angrily turned off the T.V. and went to my room. I kept hitting my head thinking I had ruined a great relationship and how much of an idiot I was. I didn’t turn on my lights and just laid on my bed. I thought about ways to fix what I had just done. I kept thinking to myself ‘Man, if only Michelle was like Jane.” I eventually fell asleep because of how deep into my thoughts I was.

I was woken up later that night by Michelle. “Michelle…why are you in my room?” I asked, thinking it was a dream. “I thought about what happened, and I’m sorry.” She said.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, and I really hope it doesn’t ruin our relationship or anything.” I answered.
“No… I’m sorry because I like you too. I am attracted to you, but since we’re cousins, I think that’s what made me freak out.”

I was shocked at what she said. It turned out that our affectionate relationship had been more than just family love, but an actual impossible longing for one another. I stood up and took a step closer to her. She started breathing more heavily, I could tell she was anxious, excited, and frightened all at the same time. “I love you Michelle, you’re one of the coolest people I know.” I said.

“But we’re cousins, it’s not supposed to be like this.” She said.

“Be like what?”

“I don’t know…like this.”

I immediately went in for a kiss. At first it caught her off guard and she didn’t return the kiss, but after several seconds, I felt her tongue enter my mouth. Our tongues started lapping against each others; I could hear Michelle moan as I started to feel up her body.

Michelle broke our passionate kiss.”What’s wrong?” I asked her. “What’s wrong? We’re cousins that’s what’s wrong!” Michelle took a step back. “We’re family, don’t you see anything wrong with this?” she asked.