Keeping the Traditions Alive: Vol. 2: Kissing Cousins: Part 1
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are over 18 years old at the time of any sexual activities depicted in this story. The tale contains incestuous sex between consenting adults. If you have an issue with this kind of material, please do not read. If you are under the age of eighteen, leave. You are not welcome to read this material.
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Her eyes always show the deepest blue of anyone's I had ever known. Looking inside those beautiful orbs, I feel as if she penetrates my being to the depths of my whole existence. I know I will be in love with her forever, yet there is nothing I feel I can do for my soul. She is my first cousin, and there are issues, and I am lost in emotional passion as if she is the only woman on earth.
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I honestly feel guilty for loving Dez, or Desirea (pronounced "Dĕz-ĭ-rā-ă.") as is her given name. She is my mother's oldest niece, born to mother's only brother. My uncle is one of the most exceptional men I have ever known, and I sometimes feel I betray his trust daily. I avoid him at family reunions so my guilt for our love affair will not be as apparent as I believe shows. For the most part, I should not feel bad, however; it was Desirea who initiated the intimacy. My guilt, unfortunately, is still unmistakable.
My aunt, on the other hand, as kind as she appears, tried to seduce me when I turned eighteen. I was frightened, shocked, and horrified at the idea. She is an alluring woman exuding an enormous amount of sex appeal, and I had often fantasized about what it would be like to have a go with her, but there was no way I was going to go where she wanted. I was sure my uncle would have been devastated if I had taken that leap into the abyss. There was a slim possibility he understood her yearnings but overlooked them to keep the sanity within his family. He knew that my Aunt Debra was a slut, I was sure. Anyway, I could have cared less about how she felt concerning the attention I was giving her daughter.
My explanation of my feelings for Dez comes with some prelude. I am not sure that what I am about to relate is common among other families, but I am sure that I have been introduced to some situations in which some people might never have experienced.
Both sides of my family are notorious for lewd, incestuous behavior. Those kinds of exploits were common at family reunions as cousins and siblings partook of the sexual act-outs that came with curiosity and the general boredom created by events like those. The experiences were quick, and not generally condoned outside the confines of particular events or visitations. Most of the group encounters were limited to making out, petting, and perhaps the occasional "spin the bottle." Occasional "I got lucky" situations happened, and as the rumors spilled from the tales told by both male and female relatives, reputations were made, both good and bad. Most of us were eager to hear all about what happened to whom, when it transpired, and the circumstances behind the encounter.
There were those cousins that most of us who liked to play considered "goody-two-shoes" and those were alienated from our play. There were also those cousins who were too young, and of course, they were not allowed to participate. Not only did we feel it was wrong for the younger kids to play, but we also did not want to suffer the possible ramifications if the parents and grandparents found out. They mostly stayed at the table around the adults playing cards and board games, bored out of their minds for the most part.
We only saw each other, as a group, once or twice a year at special events, and the most dramatic happenings that really ever took place were insignificant immature sex games. Most of the time the situations we found ourselves to be in were trivial, a game of spin the bottle, truth or dare, or twister with a special kind of twist. There were rules that we had developed over the years that ensured everyone participating would be turned on to the max. Those rules included same-sex encounters for those who were into that sort of thing. In the end, however, if we won the round, we were with a cousin or sibling only long enough to be teased and turned on.
The shenanigans were our little secret. We were confident the adults did not know about our activities. At least we did not think they did. They seemed to have been too busy catching up with each other about the family gossip that we eighteen-year-olds considered very dull. There was always an air of sexual tension that circulated when we siblings and cousins were together. We knew what we were going to be doing from the start, and what was so exciting was we thought we were doing something considered unimaginable by our elders...like they had never been eighteen.
Although the activities at our get-togethers were fun, the intrigue and personal acts that occurred most often happened during home stopovers when our mothers and fathers would visit their siblings or cousins. These visits allowed those who were into exploring each other's "assets" the opportunity to go behind closed doors, to share our experimentation freely, with little chance of interruption. If we were allowed to stay overnight, it gave us even more special moments, creating outlets for our raging hormones. Our diversions caused us to sneak around late at night, trying to be as silent as possible, and the pursuits to fulfill our lust loaded us with the excitement such activities created. The secretive world that revolved around our curiosity as teens consumed us.
Being as old as we were, we rarely went with our parents to visit relatives as we had jobs or school to attend. There were times, however, when we would travel as a family on vacation and stop to see seldom visited relatives, but we were more likely to go to a motel for the night than stay with them. There were only a few special occasions that demanded we go as a family to visit and stay with our relations.
When my first cousin, Desirea, graduated high school, my entire family went the four hundred miles to watch. I was very excited to go as Dez, and I had been particularly close for many years. In this particular situation, though, I did not expect anything out of the ordinary to happen as I never had an inkling that there might be something special between us except, perhaps, a mutual admiration. We had been together many times before as confidants, but I never imagined she desired something further.
After the graduation exercises, Desirea asked me to go with her to celebrate at her close friends' houses. When we returned to her home, my cute first cousin went directly to the bathroom to freshen up. I was already dressed in a nice pair of navy slacks, a button down light maroon shirt, my favorite tan corduroy blazer, and loafer style dress shoes; so I patiently waited for her to get ready.
When she entered the family room, you could hear an audible gasp from everyone there. A beautiful, black, white, and silver striped skirt adorned my cousin, the hem of which came to just above her knees. A black, form-fitting, short sleeve blouse with a not-so-modest neckline framed the rest of her body. She had curled her hair into a wild, fanciful fashion which gave the effect of wind-blown wildness. Sheer stockings helped to tone her shapely legs into a flawless perfection that met the floor with a pair of black patent leather lifts. She accentuated the outfit with gold and black jewelry that enhanced her neck, ears, and wrists. Her makeup was immaculately applied to heighten her girl-next-door beauty. To say I was taken aback from her presentation is an understatement; I was mesmerized by the vision of perfection standing before me. I could tell she seemed pleased by my reaction.
