Deep Fried

"I will bring deep-fried fish. Can you cook stew from that?" I asked her on WhatsApp.

"Of course I can make a very decent fish stew. Thank you for bringing it, because I have not had fish for quite a while," she replied.

The woman who sold fish selected one for me, which I accepted after inspection. I set off in the direction of my beloved's house. She was a teacher at a prestige school, which boasted a theatre among its attractions. She was a dark complexioned beauty, who had lately put on some extra kilos. I had liked her since she was little child, daughter to my first cousin. Whenever I visited, she and her elder sister would always be delighted that I had come. "How have you been Uncle?" they would chirp. My cousin and his wife were very proud of their two daughters' performance in school, as of their warm reception of my visit.

I knocked on her door with my signal three raps, followed by a pause and a final rap. She threw open the door and as I got in, grabbed me in a huge bear hug. I liked the way her body filled my arms when I held her. We kissed passionately.

"It feels like forever since I saw you, darling!" she whimpered.

"Yeah darling, an eternity and a day!"

We broke the embrace and I handed her the packet with the fish, as we went into her small kitchen. She set about to prepare the fish stew while I hung around trying to be useful.

"How's my grandmother?" she inquired. She meant her father's aunt, my mother.

"She is doing as well as you can imagine an 86-year old doing. She is fine except for that leg that hurts sometimes."

"You know, I think Dad sometimes sounds jealous of you because my grandmother died before her 70th birthday. But of course that could only be me, now that I see you so often."

I rubbed her bottom as she passed me on her way to the fridge. She slapped me away. "Can't you see I am busy?"

"Not as busy as I will make you when we are finished eating," I shot back with a lecherous grin. She pretended to sit on my lap as she passed me again, and I let my hands graze her waist.

"If you keep those naughty hands to yourself I might finish my cooking with good results, but you don't seem to care about that, eh?" She looked at me mock-threateningly.

Gawd, I loved this woman! Some would say it is forbidden to sleep with a close relative, but we had gone past that obstacle quite early in our relationship. It transpired she had started admiring me when she was still little, but looking back at that emotion with a mature woman's eyes, she could not say whether it was love. By the time she was in high school, she compared boys she met with her uncle, finding them wanting.

On my part, when she blossomed into the lovely woman she became after her schooling, I noticed. Of course there was no way I could bring this out at family gatherings or when visiting their home. But it always happened that we would find ourselves sharing a minute of chatting, never more. I suppose the fear of being caught cut such encounters short, even though neither of us voiced anything. Actually we could not remember those emotions coming out in the open in that period.

We wrote each other emails while she was in teacher training but even then we did not go so far as to admit to each other our true feelings. I brought her presents when she was home during the holidays, which must only have served to fuel her fire. One day, I brought her a card on her birthday. I was careful not to let too much show in my wishes, but she was overjoyed. I caught her elder sister looking longingly at the card. Since their birthdays were in the same month, I made a point of wishing the latter a happy birthday with a card as well.

But after that our dealings went underground. Unconsciously we might have felt too much was showing, yet we had not become frank with each other. I fixed that with a large card I sent her, telling her how lovely she was. She gave me a card in return thanking me and also telling me how much she felt for me. I read these words with beating heart and body heating up. At last we were entering the forbidden zone, and felt helpless to stop ourselves. By this time, we communicated by sms, which are discreet, and not intrusive in the way that phone calls are.

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I drew my cock from her pussy, both of us breathing heavily. We had started an hour and a half before, and were now sated. I had kept up the tickling games as we enjoyed the ugali and fish. I leaned over and kissed her hard on the mouth in thanks. We did not bother with cleaning the dishes and immediately embraced in the kitchen. When we bumped against the fridge we realized there was not much room and headed to the bedroom, myself travelling backwards as I held her close, feeling her youthful curves and soft bumps. We pirouetted into her tiny bedroom, around the door before landing on the bed, with her above me. I pulled her shorts off, opened the buttons of her top to peel it off her shoulders. Meanwhile she was busy unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it until stopped by my shoulders. One after the other I lifted them off the bed until the shirt came off. She returned to kissing me with vigour. Her hands were on my trousers trying to pull them off. One buttock, then the other was lifted off allowing the garment to slip to the knees. I rolled on top of her and let my hands guide the trouser with its underwear to drop to the floor. Now her panty was the only garment on our bodies. I started rubbing my cockhead on her pussy, which drove her sky-high. I twiddled one nipple between my fingers while kissing her ravenously. Then my hand drew off the panty. "I am all yours darling!" she whispered.

I licked her nipple, sucked some into my mouth and she drew her legs closer to her body thereby opening herself to my depredations. I continued playing with her boobs in my mouth while one hand gripped the stem of my cock to park the cockhead against her lips. I felt her juices and groaned. Feeling the head opening her, she let out a groan. She pushed her hips down on me, forcing my cock deeper past her labia. I drew back and pushed a little bit back. Each time I pulled out I sank my pole deeper inside. Her vaginal walls gripped me in an anaconda-like clutch. Only a few strokes later I felt the whole stem was inside my sweet cousin's cunt. She was breathing so hard and the hips were dancing all over the bed.

"Oh, my darling this is pure heaven. It is like I went there without dying first!" she threw her arms around my shoulder as if to prevent my escaping. I drove into her with long firm strokes feeling her excitement about to burst the banks. Keeping the same amplitude I increased the frequency, taking myself only a notch below bursting point. We were now both beyond the point of no return. On one stroke I felt myself bumping against her cervical opening. She screamed.

"Aaaaaw, gaaawd! Fuck me harder uncle!" Her body set to convulsing violently as she came hard.

"Well done, my sweetheart!" I said between clenched teeth. "You have arrived in Canaan." I felt my balls swivel around and a heat enveloped my loins. Then a shot of hot semen raced out like a cannon ball, while my cock was half buried in her still-clenching pussy. "Aaah, sweetie, my god!" I screamed. Each time my cannon fired another round my body convulsed and twisted as if in the grip of an electric shock. It was pure heaven. Our convulsions died down gradually, but we did not let go of each other. Slowly my shrinking cock slipped out of her pussy. I rolled onto my side while I wrapped her ample body in my arms and held her close.

"Nicey-nice, I love you with all of my being!" I ejaculated.

"I love you too much, Konko," she replied. "I never want to be without you." We had fashioned nicknames for each other, hers from her Masai name, and mine from her relationship to me. It would be easy to switch to those formal ones when in company, and even if you slipped it would still sound like the genuine article.

Later in the night I awoke to find a soft hand wrapped around my cock. The silly fellow was already stretching himself to attention, without any instructions from me. What insubordination! I pulled that delicious body to myself and kissed her hard. She was already several rungs up the ladder of arousal, so I wasted no time. Slinging one leg over my torso, parting it from its fellow opened up her pussy. I lifted the opposite leg over hers and slid my body closer. Now our legs were in a scissor-like position and my cock near her opening. A little adjustment let my cockhead onto her lips, which I started stroking with the head held between my fingers. Up and down I went all the while spreading her juices over her labia.

Suddenly I thrust deep into her pussy, going all the way in a single stroke. She screamed part in shock, part in excitement. I pistoned in and out with long lazy strokes. At intervals I drew out and tickled her clitoris with the head. "Daaaarling!" she ejaculated. Without any warning, I changed the stroke from tickling to plunge deep into her sweet hole. "Ooooh!"

As I was lying on my side only one arm was free to move. This I delivered to the boobs and twirled the nipples. Then I gripped the whole in my hand, squeezing gently. I discovered my mouth was near enough to pull the other boob inside as if to swallow it. The combination of all these feelings pushed her over the edge of the cliff, causing her to tumble into a void where only her sensations existed. No light, no sound. She climaxed so forcefully she felt as if she had exited her body and was experiencing somebody else's fucking. Her mouth was open but no sound came. The clenching of her vaginal walls caused me to tumble into a void of my own. I felt my cock cough loads of come into her channel, shot after heated shot.

Gradually we returned to the world of sound and light. Our bodies still coiled around each other, we fell into a deep slumber. My last thought before darkness enveloped my senses was that even if we were discovered in this incestuous union we would never stop loving each other. Nobody else had touched us quite like that before.