Jean held Dani's ankles as she rolled back onto the couch. He quite enjoyed seeing her body splayed out for him and nearly folded over itself. Her hourglass figure was compressed, her slight belly bulging like rising dough. Dani closed her eyes and waited. Jean bore down and slid his cock inside. She was surprisingly warm. Jean wondered how long she had been aching for him. What thoughts and desires might she have been wrestling since she arrived, or even earlier?
Dani gasped then moaned as he penetrated her deeper. Jean ran his hand up her chest and around her neck, gripping her by her long, wet hair, eliciting another gasp. Dani's voice had never sounded like this before, more vulnerable but more mature than he had ever heard. Jean started thrusting, Dani tried to clutch his shoulder with her left foot. He watched her face, her eyes were still closed but he could see reactions to every touch. He looked again at her body, compressed and spread wide at the same time, vulnerable but inviting. That body which had been covered and forbidden for so long now completely bare and eager for him to do with as he pleased. Jean ran a hand up Dani's thigh and dug his fingers into her hip. Dani squeaked-out a high moan. With his other hand Jean fondled her chest. As he began pounding her harder, compressing her into the corner of the couch, her big breasts nearly reached her face. Those forbidden breasts, the ones he had disallowed himself to even think of before were now exposed and in his grip, mere inches from his face. He took a pink nipple in his mouth, sucked, and lightly bit. Dani gave a thrilled, pleasured pant at the sensation. She opened her eyes and looked up at Jean with a sinful, greedy, but somehow still innocent glare. Jean wanted to kiss her again. He pulled her out flat on the couch, still thrusting, and still holding the back of her head, he laid his lips on hers. She opened her mouth even more readily this time, desperately massaging his tongue with her. Jean felt her moans and girlish whimpers through his mouth. Her wet, smooth skin was both warm and cool against his. Eventually Dani broke the kiss and gasped, having struggled to breath only through her nose.
"Turn me over," she forced with a breathy whisper.
Jean pulled-out and forced Dani's quivering body over. Her ass looked bigger as she arched her back and presented her cheeks like a gift. Jean kneaded them then gripped her waist before entering her from behind. Dani cried out. Jean regretted not being able to see her face but enjoyed the sounds she was now making as he bounced on her round bottom. He felt her convulse, her muscles contracting and shaking like an orgasm dragging-out for minutes. Dani had given herself over to her desires, she was no longer burdened by her nerves, her self-consciousness, the knowledge that Jean was her cousin. The thought had excited her but was immaterial for the time being. She felt him somehow getting even bigger inside her, and she couldn't imagine wanting anyone else. She felt his hand on her shoulder, then on her neck. Her lower body tingled with a warm euphoria which spread until she was climaxing and forgot to breathe. She felt Jean cum inside her, a warmth that seemed to fill her up to her stomach. She cried-out then fell limp on the couch, clutching a cushion like a scared puppy. Jean pulled-out, his cock glistening with her wetness. He rested by her, touched her, unaware that his affectionate fondling on her hips and buttocks was eliciting another orgasm. Dani moaned and pulled Jean down on top of her. He felt her body shuddering again and quietly congratulated himself.
"Oh my God," Dani whispered. Jean couldn't tell if she was reeling from her orgasm or from the sober realization of what they had just done. The reality was more stark for the both of them now, though the pleasure of the moment was not completely gone. Jean loved feeling Dani's soft, naked body against his, her small, weak hands caressing him. And Dani still loved feeling Jean's embrace, his powerful presence she could still feel and smell and taste, knowing she was safe with him there. She couldn't imagine a safer place. Still, she found herself lost for words. And she was still catching her breath anyway.
Jean's attention returned to the tall windows of the living room. Any marginally curious and dishonest passer-by could have been witness to everything. Including any other family or friends deciding to stop-by unannounced. Jean couldn't let the prospect interrupt them before but now he found himself starting to think semi-rationally again. He thought about covering Dani with a blanket but the couch was already going to smell like chlorine, he didn't want to produce any more evidence of what had happened. But he also didn't want to compel Dani to leave just yet.
