A Wet Dream In Paris

'How's things in Durham, dear?' Edward had dreaded this question from mam. In fact, he had dreaded it so much he hadn't paid his parents a visit for months.

'It's okay,' he answered, without going into details.

'Are ye sure, pet? Ya look a little down.'

Edward stuffed his mouth full of food to avoid having to answer. Mam was right, he was pretty downcast. But he did not want to talk about it to Mam and Dad. What was he going to say? 'Mam, I feel like a loser since I've been off to university for over half a year now, and yet I'm still a virgin.' No, it was better to keep silent and eat his dinner.

Dad filled the silence. 'It's canny havin' ye visit us here in Newcastle, son.'

'Yer always welcome here,' mam said. 'Especially when yer struggling.'

'Aye, I know,' Edward said before stuffing more food in his mouth, hoping to finish dinner as quickly as possible.

'Ye know,' dad added. 'It's normal to struggle a bit when ye've just left yer mam and dad's.'

Edward did not respond.

'Ya remember Amy?' Dad continued.

Of course Edward remembered Amy, how could he not? Amy was his cousin. The two of them had been inseparable all through primary school. Being the same age, they had been classmates and shared the same group of friends. And living in the same street, they had often walked to school together. After primary school her family had moved to London, breaking off their close friendship.

'Of course, dad. How could I forget.'

'Well, I hear Amy's strugglin' too. Ye know, she is doin' hospitality school in Paris.' Dad paused for a second, as if he was expecting Edward to say he knew that already. 'Her mam's tellin' me she's feelin' a bit lonely an' homesick.'

Edward wanted to respond that he was not lonely nor homesick, but bit his tongue. If he would, they would want to know the real reason he was down.

'Aye Edward, why don't you go visit her?' mam suggested.

'Mam, no. I haven't seen her in years.'

'Belter of an idea, that, ya mam's got. I'm sure she'd like that,' dad chimed in.

'I'm sure she has no interest in me. Besides, I can't spare the money.'

Dad decided the matter. 'Ye know what, I'll give me sister a ring. An' we'll sort ya a train ticket.'

It was just past noon on a cold yet sunny Saturday afternoon in March when the Eurostar train rolled into Gare du Nord. Edward had spent most of the train ride reminiscing about his time at primary school with Amy. For hours, he had wondered how it would be to meet Amy again, after all those years. They had been so close all through primary school. And then, so suddenly, she had just disappeared from his life. Sure, he had seen her again a few times at family gatherings, but they hadn't had a real conversation in over six years. And the last time he had seen her was several years ago, at least.

Would they be able to pick up where they had left off? Or would it just be awkward, and would he be wishing he could just take the first train back home? He was soon going to find out.

As the train stopped, Edward took his backpack out of the luggage rack and made his way to the exit. He found Amy waiting for him at the end of the platform. Edward awkwardly kissed her on the cheek, and then they were on their way. Amy guided him through the busy station to the métro. The train was already at the platform when they arrived. They entered just before the doors closed, and managed to find two seats next to each other.

'It's been so long,' Edward said.

'It has! I can hardly believe it.'

'So how are you doing? And how is hospitality school?'

'So-so, to be honest. School's hard work, and leaves me little time to make friends. There are lots of expats here, but I don't have any real friends. It's pretty lonely.'

'So I've been told.'

'Oh really? Has my mam been talking to your dad?'

Edward nodded as he looked at Amy. Unsurprisingly, she had changed. Although he didn't remember her as a pretty girl, she was now. She was tall and slender, built like a model. A beautiful smile covered her face, but her green eyes looked tired. Her long brown hair was tied up into a neat bun. 'I'm sure you've heard about me too.'

'Yeah, you're right. Mam tells me you're struggling with living on your own in Durham.'

'Well, that's what mam and dad make of it.' Edward sighed. 'Sometimes I feel...'

'You feel what?'

'I don't know,' Edward said, not wanting to tell Amy the real reason behind his struggles.

'This is our stop,' Amy said as she stood up, cutting the conversation short.

It was only a short walk to Amy's place, during which Edward asked Amy about life in Paris. Edward had never visited Paris before, and was struck by the wide boulevards and elegant architecture. It was so different from home. Soon they entered a narrow cobblestone street, where he was forced to walk behind Amy on the narrow pavement. He found himself looking at her butt. She had surely become an attractive woman.

'Here we are!' Amy said, pulling Edward out of his thoughts.

Amy led Edward into a small hallway with a narrow staircase. 'This is it, all three floors are ours. That makes it sound much larger than it actually is. Here on the ground floor is your room. We have a spare one while we're looking for another flatmate.'

'We?' Edward enquired, as he dropped his backpack in the room, which was just large enough to fit a double bed and a wardrobe.

'Oh, sorry. That's me and Diane. Diane is in my class at school. She's from Lille.'

Edward followed Amy up the stairs.

'Here is my bedroom and our little kitchen. Upstairs are Diane's room and the bathroom.'

They heard footsteps above, and soon enough Diane came down the stairs. Amy introduced them. Diane was much shorter than Amy, and had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. She was not as beautiful as Amy but nevertheless pretty attractive, Edward thought.

'What are you going to do today?' Diane asked.

'You know, see the sights,' Amy replied. 'I was thinking Notre-Dame, you know I haven't been there since the reopening? Then maybe Eiffel Tower?'

'Ooh, Notre-Dame! I haven't been there since it reopened either.'

'Why don't you join us?' Amy asked. 'I'm sure Edward won't mind, right?' Edward nodded.

'I actually really need to sleep. I have a night shift tonight,' Diane answered, looking torn. 'You know what, I'll join you!'

The three of them had a great afternoon, first visiting Notre-Dame which had recently been restored after being damaged by fire. Then they took a walk along the Seine to the Eiffel Tower. Finally, they went to the Sacré-Cœur to enjoy the magnificent view of the city around sunset.

After spending a couple of hours with Amy, Edward found that it almost felt like they had never been apart for such a long time. It was as if they had just picked up their friendship exactly where they had left off, all those years ago. Except, of course, that his cousin was now a beautiful woman. Hot, even, although he told himself he could not think that about his cousin.

Diane, on the other hand, was not his cousin. And although she was not as pretty as Amy, he tried to flirt with her now and then. It seemed he was not very successful at that, but he could not tell whether she was just not interested, or whether it was just a culture gap between them.

As they sat on the stairs of the Sacré-Cœur, watching the sun sink towards the horizon, Diane suggested having dinner at one of her favourite restaurants nearby. Amy enthusiastically agreed, after which Diane stood up and went to make a phone call to reserve a table, leaving Amy and Edward on the steps.

A street vendor interrupted the tranquility. 'Bonjour, une photo pour les amoureux?'

'Non, merci,' Amy answered, and the guy moved on.

'What did he want?'

'He wanted to take a photo of us "lovers".' She quoted the last word with her hands.

'Haha, as if,' Edward laughed.

'I don't blame him for thinking that,' Amy said coolly.

'But we're cousins.'

'He does not know that.'

Edward wanted to add 'and as if a hottie like you would ever date me,' but kept quiet.

Soon, Diane returned, and the three of them watched the sun sink below the horizon. Then they went to the restaurant; a trendy place that served Asian fusion food. After dinner, Diane went to work for her night shift, and Amy and Edward took the métro back to Amy's place.

'You like Diane, don't you?' Amy said teasingly as they entered the narrow street where Amy lived.

'You caught me,' Edward blushed. 'But she didn't seem interested.'

'She's engaged, sorry.'

'Well that explains it.'

Soon they entered the small hallway of Amy's place, where they each went to their own rooms. Edward was pretty tired from his long journey, and it did not take long for him to fall asleep.

It was cold and dark as Edward walked through a narrow street. He pulled his coat tightly around him. Amy and Diane walked beside him, chatting in hushed voices. He could not make out what they were saying. The street opened onto the crowded square in front of Notre-Dame.

In the middle of the square he stopped to take in the view. Spotlights cast a beautiful light onto the magnificent cathedral. Suddenly, he felt an arm wrap around him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder to see whose arm it was, but it was too dark to see.

'Stay close to me, it's so cold,' a voice whispered in his ear.

It had to be Diane's, he realized, since Amy was standing in front of him. She looked him in the eye with an expression he could not place. Then, without warning, she sank to her knees in front of him, and undid his trousers. As she took out his cock, he wanted to move away. But Diane held him firmly in place as Amy took him into her mouth.

He tried to say 'Stop, you can't. We're cousins!' but his words were silent. People walked by on all sides, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Edward was getting a blowjob in the middle of the square. Edward felt his cock throb in excitement. He was getting his first blowjob ever. Amy was blowing him! Amy, who had become such a beautiful woman.

As his arousal grew, Edward started thrusting his cock into Amy's mouth. With every thrust his cock went deep into her throat, and every time he pulled out his ass bumped into Diane, who was still firmly holding him from behind. He was not going to last much longer. He groaned loudly as he fully pulled out his cock, pressing his backside firmly into Diane, and spurted his load all over his cousin's face.

Edward opened his eyes, feeling disoriented. All he could see was black, except for the red digits of an alarm clock that read 02:41. It took him a few moments to realize where he was: in the spare room at Amy's place in Paris. It was cold, much colder than before. He shivered involuntarily. Only then did he realize that an arm was wrapped around him, and a warm body was pressed to his backside.

Suddenly, fragments of his dream came back to him. Diane had wrapped her arm around him in front of Notre-Dame. It had been icy cold, just as it was in the bedroom now. Could it be Diane who was nestled against him? Why would she? And wasn't she supposed to be at work?

And Amy... He flinched when Amy's part in his dream came back to him. How she had blown him in the middle of the crowd, and how he had covered her face in cum. Had he...?

He slowly moved his hand to his boxers, taking care not to wake up the person behind him. Yes, his boxers were all wet and sticky. Why, he asked himself, why had Amy starred in his dream? After all, he had flirted with Diane. And Amy was his cousin, he shouldn't have sex with her, not even in his dreams!

He moved his hand back up, to where the arm was wrapped around his shoulder. He gently ran his fingers along the arm in an attempt to identify it. Once he reached the hand, he immediately recognized the ring on her finger. This wasn't Diane... it was Amy! Amy was pressed against his backside, and had her arm wrapped around him. Why?

'Amy?' he whispered softly.

'Yeah.'

She was awake! 'What are you doing here?'

'The heating stopped working... again. I need to call the landlord in the morning. I was so cold... I thought it'd be warmer here. I hope you don't mind.'

'Not at all,' Edward answered, though he could not help but wonder whether Amy had noticed his dream. Had she realized what had happened? And had he bumped his ass into her as he was fucking her face in his dreams?

He did not dare ask her, and eventually drifted back to sleep.

The next time Edward opened his eyes, light filtered through the curtains. The room was still freezing, perhaps even colder than before. At some point in his sleep he had turned, and now he was spooning Amy. His arm was wrapped around her, his hand cupping her shoulder. Only the thin cotton of her shirt separated them.

Amy shifted slightly and let out a deep sigh. Her body was wonderfully warm against him, and so soft, too. He squeezed her gently, immediately realizing that he was not holding her shoulder. He, Edward, was holding his cousin's breast! And his crotch was touching her butt.

He felt a stirring in his boxers. His cock, still sticky with last nights' ejaculate, was slowly but inevitably standing up. Edward had to stop this, now! Slowly, he released his grip of Amy's breast. Then, as gently as he could, he removed his arm and simultaneously inched his crotch away from her butt.

'Don't go. You're so nice and warm,' Amy whispered, and pulled his arm back to where it had been. Then she moved her butt backwards, bumping it into Edwards' hard cock. Shocked, Edward moved further backwards.

'Come back,' Amy whispered sleepily. 'Warm me up.'

As subtle as he could, Edward moved back to Amy, partly rotating his hips so that his cock would not directly poke her butt. Still, he wondered, would she be able to feel he had a hard-on?

They lay like this for a while. Edward concentrated very hard on thinking of other things than Amy's breast, which was still in his hand, and partially succeeded. Slowly, his cock was softening.

'Thank goodness for having you here,' Amy whispered. 'Otherwise I'd have frozen.'

Edward kept quiet.

'Especially since Diane is working tonight,' she added.

'Would you have joined her in her bed?' Edward inquired without thinking.

'Of course,' Amy said, 'I have, last time the heating went out.'

Edward briefly imagined Amy and Diane spooning in bed together, cuddled up to keep each other warm. He soon realized his mistake, as his cock sprang back to life. He tried to move away, but he was too late: he was again poking Amy's butt.

'You like the idea of me and Diane sharing a bed, don't you?' Amy teased.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to.' Edward muttered. Luckily, she could not see him flush.

'Last night, you seemed to have fun as well.'

'What? Oh please.' Embarrassed, Edward rolled on his back, breaking all contact between him and Amy.

Amy rolled over, pushing her front against his side. 'Tell me,' she whispered in his ear as she slid her hand down to his boxers, 'Who were you dreaming of?'

Edward could not think of anything sane he could say.

Amy grabbed his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers and squeezed a little. 'Tell me...'

'Get your hand off my ...' He could not bring himself to say "cock" to her. 'We're cousins!'

'I know you want me,' Amy teased.

'We can't! We're family.'

'Say it wasn't me you were dreaming of.'

'It wasn't.'

'Liar! I know it was me.'

'How could you possibly know?' Edward was getting desperate.

'You were saying my name as you were humping me in your dreams. Admit it, you want me!'

In his horror, Edward could not think of anything else to say. His cousin had caught him having a wet dream with her in the lead role. He wished he could just disappear.

'Say it,' Amy insisted. 'You want me.'

'Okay,' Edward sighed, 'I dreamt of you.'

Seconds later, Amy was licking the stale cum of his hard cock. 'Is this how your dream went?' she asked from under the blankets, briefly taking him out of her mouth. 'Or were you fucking me?'

'Amy!' Edward said with panic in his voice. 'Stop it.'

Amy ignored him and continued moving her lips up and down his shaft.

'We cannot do this,' Edward tried again, but he sounded much less convincing. They were doing this. His cock was in Amy's mouth, just as in his dream. 'We shouldn't...,' but he was not so sure of that anymore. It felt so good! He had never felt anything like it.

Suddenly Amy sat up, throwing the blankets to the side. Cold air engulfed them both. She turned her back to him, sitting on all fours, and moved her panties aside, giving Edward a good view of her pussy.

'Fuck me,' she commanded, 'be quick about it.'

Edward didn't move. His eyes were fixated on Amy's labia, which glistened with moisture in the dimly lit room. He had never seen a pussy before -- not in real life anyway.

'Come on, don't let your cock freeze off. I promise it's nice and warm in there.'

Shivering, Edward caved. How could he refuse? He got on his knees behind Amy and carefully brought his cock to her pussy. She moved towards him the moment he touched her, taking him entirely inside her. It felt far better than Edward had ever imagined. So wet, slippery and soft. Yet tight and warm.

'Come on, fuck me already,' Amy urged him on.

Slowly, Edward started thrusting. He watched his shaft slide in and out of Amy's pussy, glistening with her juices. He grabbed her tight round ass, and squeezed it, slightly pulling her cheeks apart and exposing her asshole.

'Harder!' Amy commanded.

He increased his pace, immediately realizing he was not going to last much longer. It felt so good! A few more thrusts, and then, with a loud groan, he shot his semen deep inside his cousin.

As soon as he pulled out, Amy lied back down and pulled the blankets over herself. 'Get down there and finish the job,' she said, not giving Edward any time to recover.

Edward got under the blankets, partly glad he could warm back up, and partly sad that he had come so soon. He found Amy's crotch and, not really knowing what to do, softly stroked her pussy with a finger.

'Use your mouth,' Amy said, and guided his head between her legs.

Edward softly kissed her lips.

'Your tongue!'

He started licking along her wet pussy. It tasted sweet. Amy gasped as he arrived at the top. On the way back down the taste suddenly became salty.

'Oh yeah, suck up your sperm,' Amy encouraged him. 'Lick me clean.'

Dutifully, Edward started sucking up his sperm, mixed with her juices. A few times he stuck his tongue in her pussy to see if he could get more out. Then Amy's hands guided him back to the top of her pussy.

'Right there,' she said. 'Make slow circles.'

He did as he was told, and soon enough Amy's heaving breath told him she was getting close to orgasm. He kept on going, until Amy started trembling.

'Ye-eee-eee-eee-ess,' she whispered.

After Amy had come down from her high, Edward poked his head out under the blankets and cuddled up next to her. She kissed him on his lips, probing her tongue into his mouth and undoubtedly tasting the mixture of her own juices and his cum. Edward wrapped his arm around her, putting his hand back on her breast as it had been when he woke up.

'You know,' Edward whispered. 'This was my first time.'

'I figured,' Amy kissed his cheek. 'It was an honour.'

'I can't believe we did this. I can't believe you were the one to take my virginity.'

'That's what family is for.'

'What? To have sex with?'

'To be there for each other when we're struggling. You made sure I wasn't lonely tonight. And I helped you out with your insecurities.' She paused shortly before continuing. 'Didn't you think I knew what your struggles where about? I

know

you, don't forget that.'