I know it's slow to get to the sex. I'm not sorry, are you? Hope you enjoy ;) – L&L
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"Damn it, Stephanie. Really? What the fuck are you doing calling me then?" Nikki sighed heavily, exasperated with her friend. "An attractive, intelligent piece of ass falls into your lap, just about literally, and you run."
"Nik, you're supposed to talk sense into me. It's wrong! He's my cousin, or at least he will be on Saturday." Stephanie had told Nikki what had happened, at the club and afterward in their shared guest room.
"Psh, yeah that matters. And how much blood do you share?"
A telling silence danced between them, while Stephanie paced the backyard, pulling her sweatshirt around her and feeling the inky air settle around her. Sparse lights from the house spread a faint glow on the grass.
"You know that's not the point. My family would see it as wrong."
"Because you've asked them?" Nikki knew she hadn't, but she was trying to make a point, even though she knew the only person who would change Stephanie's mind was the new guy. "Stephanie, honey, I love you but you're a piece of work."
"What am I supposed to do? Just let him fuck me and then act like family afterward? I'm going to have to see him for years. Years, Nik. Besides, he's a guy, and guys just want pussy. He's hot; he can find someone else to screw."
This meant more to Stephanie than she was letting on, or she wouldn't be so worked up; and Nikki knew she was worked up when she started swearing. After a heavy pause, Nikki ventured to respond, saying, "Sweetheart, he's not Mike."
"No he's not, because I don't love him, and he hasn't gotten the chance to hurt ..." Mild panic crept into her voice. "He's walking toward me." Stephanie had turned toward the house at the sound of the back door opening. She could see the outline of Brian's broad shoulders, could see his bare chest, could see he was barefooted in the damp grass.
"Right now? Ooh. Lemme talk to him," Nikki laughed, knowing Stephanie would adamantly refuse.
"Absolutely not!" Stephanie whispered into the phone, turning her head away from Brian to do so. She missed his smirk as he stepped up to her but didn't touch her.
"Darlin', it's cold and it's late. I'll promise to keep my hands to myself tonight if you'll stop avoiding me and come inside." Brian tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and ran his hand across her cheek. Stephanie shuddered, and unconsciously leaned slightly into his hand.
"He sounds hot," Nikki laughed at Stephanie's sound of protest. "I wouldn't have him make that promise if I were you."
"Yeah, Nikki, if you were me, you'd just..." Stephanie realized she was talking about Brian in front of him as if he weren't there. "Nevermind."
Nikki laughed throatily, and the sound of it reached Brian. He reached slowly for the phone, keeping eye contact with Stephanie. When she didn't stop him, he took the phone from her and held it to his ear. "Nikki, right? You're the best friend."
"And you're the hot new cousin." Stephanie could hear Nikki talking and blushed at her words.
Laughing, Brian answered, "I suppose you could say that's me. I'm Brian, and I'm taking Steph here to bed, if that's alright."
"Hers or yours?" Nikki laughed aloud.
Brian grinned at Stephanie's red cheeks and fidgety hands. She refused to make eye contact or acknowledge Nikki's question, so he laced his fingers through hers and brought them to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles.
"G'night, Nikki."
"Night, Hot Cousin."
Brian hit the 'End Call' button and handed Stephanie's phone back to her, pulling her gently by the hand back into the house.
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Sounds of people making breakfast and busying about the house woke Stephanie from a sexy dream where she and Brian were in the club again, only this time nobody else was there, and they were dancing naked, hands everywhere, stroking and caressing. When she was roused from her sleep, she had been straddling his naked, muscled thighs, raking her fingernails across his lower abdomen, slowly lowering her soaking pussy toward his rigid cock as the dance floor lights and music washed across their bodies.
Now, deprived of that contact with his cock that had seemed so real, she was beyond frustrated, turned on beyond thought. She grunted an animal sound of frustration, then remembered she shared a room with him. Glancing over at his bed, she was relieved to find him still asleep, breathing steadily.
She turned on her side, facing him and taking a few minutes to appreciate the masculine beauty he held. He was sprawled confidently on his back in his sleep, one hand under his head and the other slung low across his flat belly. His thick legs flung out, one on top of the blanket. She admired the hair on his chest and abdomen, wanting to run her fingers through it.
Her eyes traced the hair down to where the blanket draped across his form, obscuring his pelvis from her view, but not hiding the shape of his manhood. She saw with excitement that he was hard; he was very hard, from the look of it.
It's morning...
she thought to herself,
but maybe he's dreaming of me, too.
She thought back to her dream, bits and pieces maintaining clarity in the light of reality. She could see herself clearly, could see her teasing and exciting him with her body, their movements in time to the pulsing music. She could see her straddling him, could almost feel the air teasing between her thighs as she swung her hips slowly above him. Only this time, she wasn't pulled from her reverie. This time she felt herself slide down his length, her fingers in her tiny panties a poor substitute for the hard cock she saw in her mind's eye.
Her eyes were closed as she humped against her hand. Her other hand found its way to her breast to torture a nipple, pulling her tank top up to expose smooth, bare flesh as it travelled upward. She moved her hips to mimic the motion in her dream and her blanket slipped from her body, falling to the floor. Her breaths came quicker, almost panting as she climbed toward her release.
When Brian awoke, he wasn't sure at first what had woken him. He stretched silently in the twin bed, reaching down to adjust his morning wood, uncomfortable behind his sleeping pants.
Then he heard it again, a whispered caress of sound, his name on her lips. "ngh... Brian..."
He looked sharply at Stephanie, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled as she clutched and stroked herself. The dance of her hips was mesmerizing to him, and he traced the line of her wrist with his eyes, the elastic of her boxers pushed low on her hips. Her arm hid most of her from him, but he could see her trimmed pubic hair, and could smell her honeyed musk.
