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"Just...consider this a bad dream, Caramia," he told his cousin, letting out a resigned sigh.

"I never imagined we'd end up like this someday," she remarked.

"Well," Alfonso shrugged, "...life gives us surprises, sometimes, it’s just the horrible kind, like the one we're facing now. I know what we're about to do is beyond the pale, but we have to do it… to save our parents. After we get out of here, we'll keep this secret and… take it to our graves, alright?"

She slowly nodded, her chest heaving, "Okay, cousin. Let's...do it," 

With that, Alfonso sat astride her and lowered his upper body.

His lips soon locked with Caramia's lips. What started as a slow kiss soon transformed into a passionate and desperate one.

Caramia's hands wrapped around Alfonso's neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced. 

When they parted the kiss and disentangled from the hug, his fingers found their way to her bra. With a swift motion, it was discarded, and his hands claimed her breasts, caressing and tweaking them.

"Oh my gosh. So good, yeah! Alfonso, you.. uh~ Your tongue... so good. Mmmn~ Mmm~" Caramia's low moans sounded like a wonderful melody to him, urging him to do more.

Alfonso suddenly drew up his upper body, whispering in her ear teasingly, his hands delivering some justice to her perky boobs, "Troublemaker, do you want me to stop?" 

"Please... go on..." A droopy-eyed Caramia murmured, her voice was soft.

He dipped his head to latch his mouth onto one nipple while fondling the other that was craving his attention.

"Oh my... Alfonso..." She arched into him, caressing his hair and then his shoulders. 

This was impermissible, and they were doing this to survive, but it... it felt fucking good. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she and her enemy cousin would be in this situation.

That she would be moaning his name like there was a reward attached to it. Actually, there was — crescending pleasure just from his actions on her boobs. 

Not long after, they got locked again in a long, passionate kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance, but hers lost gracefully, enjoying the dominance of his tongue. He didn't forget to tease her left nipple like it was the key to the land of treasure.

Suddenly, the light turned on, indicating that they were being watched. They ceased the kiss almost immediately, and Alfonso helped his cousin to sit up as she covered her boobs with one hand.

Alfonso didn't see her properly before, but now that the light was on, he could see that she was blushing.

Well…he wasn’t exempted either; his cheeks felt hot.

His nagging cousin's body was really alluring. 

But then, he decided to check out his surroundings with his eyes, hoping to find a way out, but to his dismay, there seemed to be no way to escape. There wasn’t any door and the roof was so high. He wondered how they were able to put them in this room in the first place.

Caramia rose to her feet with his help and started feeling the walls, hoping to at least trigger something that could let them out. Unfortunately, she found nothing of that sort.

Both of them stared at each other with a heavy sigh and walked towards each other.

“They mean business. I know it’s uncomfortable with the light being on and the reality that we’re being watched by a psycho. But please…”

“Say no more,” Caramia placed her index finger to his lips, “Take me, let’s make them shocked.”

“Thank you,” relieved, Alfonso went back to kissing her more intensely than before. He wound his hands around her voluptuous waist while she placed her hands around his neck, relishing the moment.

After they broke from the hug, she dropped to her knees and lowered the front of his underwear. His cock immediately sprang up, making her gape at it for a fleeting while.

“You…” she stared up at him in disbelief, “you’re so…manly,” she remarked, resisting the urge to drool at the sheer sight of his mighty rod. He was bigger than her ex-boyfriend.

She swallowed hard, already imagining his dick punishing her for both the crimes she did and didn’t commit. Her cunt couldn’t help but throb in anticipation; she could feel herself already wet from her dirty thoughts.

Fuck…

She held it with both hands, gently, her eyes never leaving it.

She caressed it with one hand and rubbed the tip with the thumb of the other hand. She lowered her head to put his balls in her mouth, gently sucking on them and then licking them while slowly caressing his already hard dick.

Unwilling to dawdle any longer, she started peppering kisses around the tip and finally took him into her mouth.

Without any order, she started worshipping assiduously, feeling herself become even wetter down there. 

Her slurping sounds made him more turned on, and he ultimately grabbed her hair and commenced thrusting into her oral cunt, pounding mercilessly at her throat, which made her gag. He didn’t pause; he kept slamming into her mouth, still fisting her hair. She had no choice but to grab his thighs for stability.

The throat-fuck was getting even more intense, and a tear rolled down the right side of her face.

A tear of joy, an approval of the feral passion he was displaying.

Minutes later, she felt him becoming bigger in her mouth, and she knew he was about to cum.

“Oh, Caramia, you’re mouth’s such a good slut. I so want to punish it until it repents,” he said, thrusting even faster in her mouth.

Finally, it happened… 

He let go of her hair and pulled out.

She coughed, her hand covering her mouth, and then swallowed his love juice, not forgetting to run her tongue over her lips to make sure there was nothing left. Next, she inched forward to clean his cock with her mouth.

She couldn’t help nodding on it not long after. She couldn’t help it; his dick was just too sexy to resist.

And then came another round of throat-pounding. He didn’t come this time, though.

He made her stand, and then he went on one knee, drawing her pussy closer to his face.

He took off her pink lace underwear. Faced with her clean-shaven honeypot, he couldn’t help being enraptured.

And so his mouth and tongue decided to worship her cunt like it was the only way to prevent doomsday. She arched her back, her eyes drooped from the intense pleasure he was bringing her.

She never knew his mouth had better uses other than pointless arguments. She never knew it was this…talented. 

He had made her ex look like a clown next to him. She caressed his hair, wanting him to eat her out more. Her scatter-brained moans filled the room.

“So good… mmmn~ Alfonso, where... have you been all my life?”

He paused, using his fingers to continue giving justice. “Arguing with you, remember?”

“I…Ah~ FUCK~ I…” She licked her lips, unable to finish the sentence that she intended to respond with.

All she could do was sing his praises and plead for more.

Alfonso gave it more as she demanded, tantalising her down her pussy. He sporadically praised her cunt and how it made him want to plunge into her so bad.

“Please, fuck me,” she was forced to beg.

“That needy?” he looked amused, but she didn't care.

“Yes, please. I was wrong. I was wrong for arguing with you all those while. Please forgive me with your dick,” she implored.

He pulled her close to him. She could feel his erection against her belly, throbbing and demanding some action.

Fortunately, her pussy was more than ready to be punished.

Alfonso locked their lips in a fiery kiss while she rubbed the tip of his fuck tool, reminding him how hungry she was.

“Get on your knees, slut,”

She had long been waiting for this, and she wasted no time in doing so. He knelt behind her and teased her second hole instead.

She looked back at him, her eyes beseeching him to get down to business.

He then felt her round ass and gave it a smack that made her gasp. The more the smacks, the wetter she became.

So smacks actually turned her on even more…?

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of teasing, he slid his erect dick into her wet heat, and she moaned in relief and anticipation, feeling her pussy was full for the first time, as if all other dicks were tiny.

Then he began to rock her from behind, slowly and steadily, until Alfonso decided to throw caution to the wind.

A slow ride became like a rollercoaster; the harsh and wet clapping of their skin created a melody that encouraged them to do more.

Eventually, she lay on her back, and he spread her legs apart.

After kissing her fervidly, he penetrated her once more and started swinging his hips back and forth, eliciting cries of bliss from her as she grasped his shoulders.

"Harder, please, I love it!" Caramia pleaded, wrapping her shaky legs around his waist to keep him from pulling out, even though that was a struggle due to the high waves of pleasure his dick was shooting inside her wetness.

Alfonso dipped his head to lock her lips with her again, not reducing the pace of his thrusts in the slightest, and she moaned into his mouth.

Then he switched their positions, so he was below her and started slamming into her from below, not forgetting to spank her trembling rear.

Her cries became louder, and she held on to him for dear life.

The pleasure was too much, and she felt she was nearing her apex as well.

Several minutes later, Caramia cummed first, and he dipped his head to lick her clean. Then he brought his still erect cock to her mouth and started thrusting. Not long after, he released heavily inside, groaning in relief before pulling out.

She swallowed his jism, her eyes sparkling as she saw his dick had still not gone flaccid.

She lay on the floor and held her legs after spreading them apart. "Care for another round, cousin?"

"Do I have a choice?" He knelt between her thighs and got back to work, praising her soft tightness and the excellent feel of her quim.

As he was nearing his release, he informed her, wanting to pull out, only for her to wrap her legs that had been dangling all this while around his waist.

"Please, don't pull out," she pleaded. "Release inside me,"

Her words seemed to do the magic, he drilled her even harder and much deeper, like it was his last. Finally, he trembled as came inside her warmth moments after she had cummed.

Exhausted, he ultimately pulled out, and Caramia, though equally weary, felt a sense of loss as the fuck tool left her quim.

They eventually sat with their backs against the wall, exhaling hard while savouring the aftermath of their 'workout'. Their passion-fueled encounter had left them both spent, yet strangely connected.

"Alfonso..." Caramia called, her breath ragged.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for making me feel like a woman. I won't lie, I enjoyed every bit of fucking you." She confessed.

"I enjoyed you too.  I so want to spread your legs every day, that's how I feel now," Alfonso said, his voice low and husky.

"Even on my period?"

"If you'll give me permission, why not?" He shrugged.

"Let's rule that out, please." 

He chuckled after she said that. "I didn't really mean that. By the way, I wonder when we'll be let out of here."

"Yeah, I so hope our parents are doing okay," Caramia now looked worried.

"Wow, wow, wow! Just...wow!" Vergio's voice crackled through the speaker. "Bravo, you two! Excellent performance." He shouted amidst applause.

Alfonso and Caramia exchanged a wary glance, wondering about what would come next. 

"Your reward is a transfer to better quarters, with necessary amenities." Vergio continued.

Caramia's eyes narrowed. "What's the catch?" She questioned. 

"Ten more sessions like this," Vergio replied, "...and you'll both earn your freedom."

The speaker clicked off, leaving the cousins staring at each other. Then, suddenly, the wall opposite them slid apart, leaving them agape.

Two masked beefy men made their way into the room, holding a gun in one hand and a white nylon bag in the other.

They flung the fancy nylon bags at the duo, and they landed on the floor, not far from the two cousins.

“Eat up,” one of them said with a gruff voice.

Alfonso didn’t say a word. He crawled forward to retrieve the bags and brought them to Caramia.

The latter opened them and saw that both contained two bottles of water and packets of tasty cookies.

They started devouring and guzzling what was given to them. When they were done, the second masked man told them to stand up, and they did.

Caramia covered her boobs with one hand and followed after her cousin.

“Can you at least clothe her, please?” Alfonso asked.

Neither of the men responded, and he sighed defeatedly.

They walked through a few capacious hallways and, after one more turn, they stopped in front of a steel door.

“Enter,” one of the armed men said, gesturing forward after opening the door.

The cousins made their way inside, and the door was immediately shut behind them.

“Are you satisfied with your apartment? You earned this with the union of your dick and pussy. To maintain this room along with every other benefit that comes with it, like I told you earlier, you have to fuck each other 10 times. If you fuck without my command, it will not be counted.”

“What about our parents?”

“On the day you are freed, you will reunite with them, my dears. For now, just shower and have fun until the next workout,”

“Wait.” Caramia suddenly spoke up. “You’d better not post what you recorded on the net, coz we won’t take it lying down,” she warned.

“Don’t worry. Everything that happens here is strictly confidential. You will be served dinner in an hour. Be sure to finish the food.”

With that, Vergio’s voice was gone, and Alfonso sighed.

“I don’t really trust his words,” Caramia told him, feeling worried.

“For now, let’s just chill. We have no way out unless we bend to their rules. I just hope our parents are fine, as he said,”

"This is crazy," Caramia said, tugging at her hair.

"It’s okay, we'll get through it," Alfonso reassured, his hand resting on her left shoulder.

"I’ll go have a bath first.”

“I’ll join you.”

She gave him an incredulous look.

“What? We’ve literally fucked each other silly not long ago. Besides, what if the next command is for us to each other in the shower?” he shrugged.

“Until then,” Caramia said, heading into the bathroom.

Vergio’s voice was suddenly heard, “If you both do a quickie in the shower or bathtub, we’ll let you see your parents via TV. You can opt out, it’s just a bonus mission.”

“We’ll do it,” Caramia said. Then she took her cousin’s hand and led him to the bathroom without shutting the door.

Minutes later, the sound of wetsmacking and frenzied moans drifted out of the bathroom.

Inside, Caramia was in the bathtub with her legs in the air while Alfonso was between her thighs, hellbent on making their supposed quickie morph into a long ‘workout’ session.