I have a cousin I've been in love with my whole life. His name is Casey and just thinking about him makes my pulse quicken.
Casey was 22, tall, Dark hair like mine, blue piercing eyes. He was a wrestling star with a hardbody physique. He had a handsome face with just a touch of stubble.
I was a chubby young woman with gigantic 38H breasts and long dark hair. At 19 I was still a virgin much to my chagrin.
We met at the local dive bar once a week on buck a beer night and we drank lots. Tonight was no different. We left the bar arm in arm stumbling back to the Dorm rooms.
"I love you Casey" I said "You're the best cousin in the world!" I nearly tripped and Casey just chuckled pulling out his keys and slowly sliding them in the lock. He said "I think you should spend the night here. No drunk driving after all"
I smiled. I'd been waiting for an opportunity like this for a while. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. It was one of those Dorm rooms with the shared bathroom so I locked both doors. Or so I thought.
I went back into my cousins room. He was lounging on the bed, totally naked. He grinned at me, I stared at him, my eyes traveling down from his perfect chest, devoid of hair, down past his abs to settle on his cock. It twitched.
I smiled back and started to undress. I was so glad he had the same idea for tonight because if he had have kept his clothes on I never would have had the courage to start this thing between us.
Casey watched me intently, quietly and as each button opened freeing my bosom for his view he quietly whispered "Are you sure you want to do this? Our Moms are Sisters. What if someone finds out?"
I dropped the shirt on the floor. I unzipped my pants and slid them down my legs. I looked up and down his naked body filling my memories with a taboo sight I may never see again. I pulled each sock off nearly falling over.
I laughed and reached out to touch Casey, my fingers hungry for the feeling of his hard cock.
"Not yet." He said firmly. He took my hands and kissed me. It was a kiss for the ages. Soft and hesitant at fist, hardly a peck then it grew into a passion filled embrace. I was the one who used my tongue first, parting our lips, the slight flavor of beer and my brain screaming at me.