Cousin Erotica Novels & Stories

She let his fingers touched and carressed her pussy area, her face grimace from desire, her mouth wide open and her eyes tinted red, then she tilted her head to look at him as she whispered… “Cousin…I want you to touch everywhere. You won’t say no, right?”

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”

The unmistakable bulge is there, straining against the gray fabric, thick and impossibly long. "Uncle Samson." I take a step closer. "Aria, I— no. God… yes." I move closer, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, and drop them to the floor, revealing my bare, glistening pussy. The lips parting, slick with arousal, the scent of my need filling the space between us. "I'm so wet for you, Uncle Samson." Thunder rumbles outside, shaking the windows. While he stood there still, frozen, I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my soaked cunt, pressing his rough fingers against my slick folds. "Look what you do to me."

Because the man who makes me wet without even trying or meaning to, isn’t my husband. It’s his best friend. His business partner. Literally his brother. Mason. Six-foot-two of quiet, lethal temptation carved into flesh, brown eyes that cut straight through every polite smile and compliment I give him and a mouth I’ve fantasized burying between my legs since the night Ethan introduced us.

I flip the picture again and there is a woman this time around sitting on Michael's thighs with her breast pressed to his chest in a tight hug, she looks at the camera with a smug look, like she owns Michael's body. “Oh my…” I whisper when I realize just what I am looking at, this is a picture of my cousin having sex with a woman on camera. The heading caption reads: 'Stretch me, daddy—fill the hole you shouldn’t' As I scan the image I hear footsteps coming and the door swings open wider, Michael is standing in front of me with a bag over his shoulder and a lazy smile on his handsome face. “Hello cousin” he says with a low time that feels like there is a vibration between my legs, my own rea

The sound of his lips sucking desperately on my nipple clouded every sense of my reasoning. He bit me again, harder this time, his strokes getting harder, faster and more intense. I felt the heat rising within me, I felt myself giving into the sinful touches of my stepbrother. I couldn't believe it, even without taking off my panties, he was leading me to an intense orgasm, one that I hadn't felt in years, not even with my exes. "Frederico! Don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum! Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna cum!" My back arched, my clit throbbed, and I pushed his head closer to my boobs.

“There’s no going back now.” The cousins were initiated with deep, possessive strokes. Thick cocks filled their pussies and asses in long, luxurious movements. Mouths sucked on breasts, drawing warm milk while fingers teased swollen clits. The cousins kissed constantly, tongues dancing, but the pleasure was edged with tension — the awareness that every moan, every squirt, every drop of cum was being recorded and could destroy them all if the wrong person saw it. The shared orgasm built like a gathering storm.