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Incest – Day 1: Kissing Cousins

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I awoke suddenly. My heart was pounding, yet I couldn’t figure out why. There was also a sense of excitement, but the reason for its presence was impossible to identify. I lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling as I struggled to figure it out. It took some time, but the grogginess of sleep eventually faded. That’s when it hit me. I now knew why I was so eager to begin the day.

“It’s my birthday!” I yelped.

My heart leapt in my chest as my body did the same from the bed. I didn’t even feel the cool morning air as it brushed against my bare frame. Nor did I feel the goosebumps that spread across my skin like an army of undead rising from the earth. All I could think about was my nightstand and the note I knew I would find there.

My eyes landed on the note. Moments later my lips curled into a broad smile. I had never been this excited. Or happy. But I was also terrified. After all, it’s not every day a girl turns eighteen. But that wasn’t the cause for my fear.

For as long as I can remember, my family has honored the ancient tradition of the birthday game. I’m not entirely sure who invented it, but each time a member of our family turns eighteen, they play the birthday game. Not much is known about it. In fact, I only knew two things. One: The game begins on a person’s eighteenth birthday. Two: The game lasts four days. Other than that, the game was a complete mystery to me. That’s why I was so terrified. But it’s also why I was so excited. Why would my relatives bother to keep it a secret if it wasn’t the most incredible experience a young woman—or man—could experience?

I reached for the note and held it up. My hands were shaking so much that I could barely read it. But I still managed to make out the words that had been typed onto the paper.

The first part quickly explained the history of the game. While I had often wondered about its origins, I skimmed through this part. The next section was far more informative.

…the game will last four days. Male relatives will spend each day with a different female family member. Female relatives will be paired with males. Your assigned relative will be in charge of your activities for the day…

There were more details, but the rest were relatively useless, so I skipped through until I reached the list of rules which were printed at the very bottom of the page.

Rule 1: You must do everything your assigned relative asks of you. No questions asked!
Rule 2: Once the game begins, it must be completed. It cannot be stopped!
Rule 3: Try and have fun. It’s your birthday after all!

I had always known the birthday game was a big deal, yet I had no idea how formal it was. Until now. But I forgot all about the rules of the games when I noticed a second note on my nightstand. It had been concealed underneath the first one. I picked it up and quickly read it.

Happy birthday, Lola. Your assigned relative for the day is your cousin Alec. You are to meet him at the pier at 9:00 AM. Dress for the beach.

That was all it said. Or so I thought until I noticed a few words printed at the bottom of the page.

P.S. The game will officially begin once you meet Alec at the pier. Once it begins, it cannot be stopped.

I’m not sure why, but those few words sent a shiver running down my spine. Then again, that may simply have been the cool morning air. Suddenly aware of my lack of clothes, I folded up the notes, slipped them in a drawer and made my way over to the nearby closet.

My outfit for the day was quite simple. The first layer was made up of the skimpy pink bikini I had picked up the day before. I already owned three different ones, but I had fallen madly in love with it, and resisting the urge to buy it had been impossible. I just loved the way it made my breasts pop. Not to mention how bodacious my butt appeared when framed by the thin fabric. Then again, maybe it had more to do with the way the salesman had complimented me on how beautiful I looked in it. Of course the fact that he was a complete hunk didn’t hurt either. The point is, my new acquisition made me look hot and that’s all that mattered.

The second layer was slightly less appealing. Still, the sundress that covered my skimpy swimwear hugged my frame with utter perfection. The blue and yellow flowers that were sprinkled across the fabric made both my eyes and my golden locks pop. Meanwhile, the red ones made the lipstick I wore appear even more vibrant. In other words, I had never looked hotter. But at the same time, I was comfortable and ready to take on any challenge my cousin threw my way. Or so I thought.

I made my way downstairs and joined my parents for breakfast. At least that was what I would have done had I not been late. I only had half an hour to get to the pier and the trip lasted on average thirty-two minutes. So all I had time for was a quick conversation with my parents before heading off to join my cousin for our day of… well, I had no idea what he had planned for me.

I was on time. But only barely. I was in such a hurry to reach the meeting spot that I forgot all about the warning the note had given. The game would officially begin once I joined my cousin at the meeting spot. By the time I realized this, it was too late.

Alec was a few years older than me. I remember when he turned eighteen and played the birthday game. Actually, that’s a lie. I was too young to be a part of the game, so I was forced to observe my cousin’s behavior change gradually as the days went by. By the time the fourth day came to an end and the game was officially over, he had changed quite a bit. He seemed older somehow. More experienced. But I never understood why. Until now.

Alec had been hitting the gym pretty hard lately and he was shredded. The fact that he wore nothing more than a pair of red swim trunks and a white, skintight t-shirt in no way helped conceal his rippling musculature. In fact, it took all the strength I had not to stare at his flawless frame. After all, he was my cousin.

“Happy birthday,” was the first thing Alec said to me.

“Thanks,” I replied. At least I think that’s what I said. I can’t be sure because I was busy struggling to keep from ogling my handsome relative.

“Shall we go for a walk?” he asked. We stood at the end of the pier, which overlooked the large lake where my family and I came to swim every chance we got. During vacation season the beaches that ringed the lake overflowed with people, but it was late in the season, and only a few tourists remained. Given the early hour, Alec and I were the only two people here.

“All right,” I agreed.

I couldn’t help staring at Alec’s butt as I followed him along the pier. Then I remembered he was my relative and I tore my gaze away. My thoughts then turned to the birthday game. I had been so busy obsessing over my cousin’s muscular physic that I had forgotten all about it. But now that I thought of it I realized the game had officially begun. I wanted to ask Alec about it, but I assumed he would tell me when the time was right.

We soon reached the beach, and after hiding our shoes under the pier, we walked by the water’s edge. Every few seconds the water would tickle my toes. It was late in the season, but the water was still warm. As was the slowly rising sun’s rays.

We walked and talked. Alec and I didn’t get a chance to hang out much, so this was the perfect opportunity to catch up. But at the back of my mind I kept wondering what sort of activities he had planned for us. Spending the day at the beach would undoubtedly be fun, but it would be a disappointment if it was all we did. After all, this was no ordinary day. It was my eighteenth birthday. I chose to keep my mouth shut and wait for Alec to make his move. Whatever it was.

We walked for a while, enjoying the caress of the sun’s rays and the rhythmic pounding of the waves. We had nearly reached the end of the beach when Alec stopped mid-stride.

“Want to go for a swim?” he asked. It was still early and I didn’t feel like getting wet, but he was halfway through removing his t-shirt by the time the thought occurred to me. One look at his washboard abs chased away all of my doubts. Moments later, my sundress was joining my cousin’s shirt on the humid sand.

“Wow!” said Alec. I didn’t understand what he was referring to until I noticed him staring at me. There was no way of knowing for sure, but I could have sworn he was checking my out. “You’re so beautiful,” he complemented, confirming my suspicions. I knew it was an innocent comment, but I couldn’t help blushing.

“Th-Thanks,” I stuttered. I rushed toward the water before he could notice my flushed cheeks. But Alec broke out into a run and we reached the water at the same time. The difference in temperature was a shock. But not because the water was cold. Actually it was surprisingly warm. And given how chilly the air was, it felt like I was entering the world’s largest heated pool.

Alec and I spent the next few hours playing around in the water. I quickly lost track of time and didn’t think of the birthday game a single time. At least not until my cousin and I returned to the beach and laid out on the beach towels he had stashed nearby in anticipation of our arrival. I also spotted a picnic basket, which told me we would most likely be spending the entire day at the beach. But as fun as the first few hours had been, I couldn’t help fearing that would be the extent of our planned activities. Why bother keeping the birthday game shrouded in secrecy if all we did was spend the day at the beach? But I forgot all about düzce escort that when I noticed how warm the sun’s rays had gotten. If lying about the beach was to be my fate for the rest of the way, why not take advantage it to get some color?

I slipped onto my front and untied my bikini top. I always did this when I sunbathed to avoid tan lines. Had I been alone I would have removed my top altogether, but I didn’t feel comfortable letting my cousin see me topless. Clearly he didn’t share my reservations.

“You can remove your bottom too if you like,” he said. At first I thought he was kidding, but one look at him was all it took to inform me he was serious.

“I won’t peek,” he promised as he looked away.

I was tempted to accept his offer, but I hadn’t baked in the sun long enough for that.

“But you’re my cousin,” I said. “Won’t be kind of… awkward?”

I had planned on adding something else, but the words died in my throat when I glanced at him.

He was naked! He lay on his stomach, so all I could see was his butt, but that didn’t change the fact that he was naked from head to toe. The first emotion I experienced was shock. But the surprise soon faded, replaced instead by arousal. My cousin was so hot, and the sight of his exposed frame was driving me crazy. But then the incredibly perversity of such thoughts dawned on me, and I chased the arousal away. But that didn’t keep me from using my cousin’s lack of clothes as an excuse to eradicate what remained of my swimwear.

I glanced at Alec to make sure he wasn’t looking, then stood up and slipped out of my bikini bottom. Moments later, I was back on the beach towel, smiling in delight as the sun’s hot rays caressed my naked frame. I kept glancing at Alec, expecting to find him staring back at me, but he seemed content simply lying there. I eventually grew accustomed to the fact that we were both naked and focused instead on enjoying the relaxing day at the beach my cousin had provided me with.

I was about to fall asleep when my cousin’s voice filled the air.

“I think you’re getting a sunburn,” he told me. I glanced at him and realized he was now seated. His legs kept me from seeing anything important, but I was nonetheless tempted to alter my position to see more of my handsome cousin. But doing that would mean revealing my own body. Not to mention the fact that Alec was my relative, which made my attraction to him rather immoral.

“Don’t move,” said Alec as he stood up and strode away from me.

“Where are you going?” I asked as I watched his butt flex with each step.

“I’m getting some sunscreen,” he replied as he crouched down and began digging around the picnic basket. Moments later he stood up and turned toward me. I was tempted to keep my gaze focused on him, but I didn’t want him to see me staring, so I averted my gaze right before his manhood came into view.

I focused on the sound of sand grinding against sand as he neared me. I desperately wanted to peak, but I somehow kept my perverse urges in check. That is, until I felt something cold brush against my back.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I peered back at Alec over my shoulder. But I no longer cared about the man’s member.

“I don’t want you to get burned,” he said as he began spreading the blob of sunscreen he had just squirted onto my back with his hands. I now understood what that cold liquid had been. I considered asking him to stop, but that seemed rude. He was just trying to help. The fact that he was my cousin didn’t mean anything. Or so I thought until he began rubbing the sunscreen into my butt cheeks.

“Wh-What are you doing?” I asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he shot back. Either he didn’t realize how inappropriate his actions were or he didn’t care. He kept working my cheeks for a few seconds longer before finally pulling away.

“Turn around,” he instructed.

“WHAT?” I was so surprised that I momentarily lost all control of my vocal cords. As a result, the word was yelled instead of spoken.

Alec chuckled.

“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t get burned,” he said.

I still wasn’t convinced.

“You must do whatever I ask,” he reminded me. At first I didn’t understand what he was talking about until I remembered the birthday game. Though it was nothing like I had envisioned, the game was technically under way. That meant I had to obey my cousin’s requests, no matter how odd or inappropriate they were.

“All right,” I agreed. Moments later I was flipping over. My breasts and pussy were both exposed, but Alec seemed to have no interest in them. He simply squirted a blob of sunscreen onto my stomach and started working it into my skin. I was incredibly tense for the first few seconds, but my cousin’s skin was incredibly soft and his finger strokes surprisingly gentle. I eventually closed my eyes and enjoyed the relaxing massage that was the byproduct of the sunscreen application. But my muscles tensed up again when his fingers began working my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I asked. At least that was what I had planned on asking, but he pulled away before I could complain. I relaxed. That is, until his fingers slithered across my labia.

“What the hell?” I yelped as my cousin began working my pussy. His strokes were quite gentle, but that didn’t make the situation any less wrong.

“What?” asked Alec innocently. His fingers continued working my labia. “You’ll burn unless every inch is covered.”

I considered this for a few seconds. It was true, yet it did not make my cousin’s actions any less perverse. Speaking of perverse, I was beginning to enjoy the feel of his fingers on my slit.

“Stop rubbing my pussy,” I said. I was more angry at myself than him, but I wasn’t about to tell him that.

Alec groaned.

“All right,” he said as his fingers dropped from my slit. “I’ll stop rubbing your pussy.”

I thought that would be the end of it. It was only the beginning.

Instead of backing away from me, Alec lay down between my legs and pressed his tongue to my labia. I was so stunned by his audacity that I didn’t immediately react. He took advantage of this to massage my lips with his tongue. One lick. Two licks. Three.

“What?” That was all I could muster. It was enough.

Alec pulled away from my slit long enough to speak a few words. “I said I would stop rubbing your pussy. I never said I wouldn’t lick it.”

I didn’t know how to react. Part of me was angry at him for tricking me. Another was angry at myself for not picking up on the trickery sooner. There was also fear. Not of what my handsome cousin would do, but of what I would do in response. What if my arousal returned? What if I couldn’t fight it? What if I allowed Alec to take advantage of me? What if… So many questions, and not a single answer. And every second I spent worrying was another second my cousin had access to my slit.

“Stop,” I said. I had planned on my voice being forceful, but all that toppled from my lips was a weak whisper. I couldn’t tell if Alec hear it or not. I only know his tongue continued gliding across my labia.

I opened my mouth to protest yet again, but no words came out. Perhaps it was because of the fear that gripped me. Or maybe it was the arousal that had now invaded my body. Or perhaps it was the reminder than I had to do everything my cousin asked, no matter how perverse. In the end the reason mattered little. The point is that I ignored my brain’s warnings and instead focused on my body’s desires.

“Fuck!” I yelped as Alec’s tongue slid into me. Or maybe it was a moan. I couldn’t tell. I guess it doesn’t really matter.

I’m not sure how long it took, but I eventually lost all desire for the perverse encounter to end. I didn’t care that Alec was my cousin. Nor did it bother me that we were having sex on a public beach. Only my lover’s tongue mattered. It darted in and out of me with increasing speed. Moans toppled from my lips. They intensified with each new thrust.

I was beginning to think things couldn’t get any better. I was wrong. Alec reached up and felt around until his hands made contact with my breasts. Moments later his fingers were working my nipples. They got tweaked, pulled and twisted. It didn’t take long before they turned to stone. They were now so sensitive that each new stroke sent a moan flying out of me. Or maybe that was the pussy licking.

Time passed. At least I assume it did, because my moans were now so powerful they drowned out the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. And the occasional cry of seagulls. Not to mention the intermittent rumble of engines as vehicles sped by the beach.

I was so turned on that I could barely move. I was only vaguely aware of my lover’s fingers on my nipples. All I could think about was his tongue. It darted in and out of me with superhuman speed. Is moved with such purpose that I lost the ability to tell when it was in and when it was out. Come to think of it, it didn’t really matter. Only one thing mattered and that was the orgasm growing within me. I couldn’t tell when it had first appeared, but it was now all I could think about. It grew and grew until it filled my entire body. But still it expanded. And it continued to do so until it felt like I was a sun nearing supernova.

That’s what it happened. I climaxed. Harder than ever before.

“FUCK!” I yelled. At least I think I did. The sheer intensity of my orgasm was so overpowering that I momentarily lost contact with reality. But still I felt Alec’s tongue darting in and out düzce escort bayan of me. I even sensed his fingers working my nipples. At one point I actually felt the sun’s warm rays on my skin. Or maybe that was just my imagination. I can’t be sure. Nor can I say how long my orgasm lasted. All I know is that it was the most potent climax of my entire life.

Time seemed to stretch on forever. Yet at the same time it appeared to speed by. Then the final shudder rippled through me and it was over. No more moaning. Just panting. No more squirming in delight. Only the feel of my chest rising and falling to the rhythm of my rapid breathing. As the seconds passed my heart rate began to slow. The arousal that had once inhabited me gradually retreated. By the time I could breathe normally, every a little remained. It its place now stood regret. And shame. And pretty much every other emotion you would expect. After all, I had just had sex with my cousin.

I feared Alec would gloat. Or worse, try and escalate things. But he did neither. He licked my pussy juices from his lips and returned to his towel. For a second I thought that would be the end of it, but then he turned to me and smiled.

“Can you give me a hand?” he asked. I didn’t understand what he meant until I noticed the bottle of sunscreen in his hand.

“No,” I said. At least that was what I should have said. But, as much as I regretted what had transpired, I felt indebted to my cousin for the intensity of my climax. That didn’t meant I would bring him to climax, but coating his frame in sunscreen was the least I could do. Hopefully that was all he would ask of me.

“All right,” I agreed as I took the bottle from him. I squirted some of the creamy substance into my palm and began applying it to my relative’s back. I then moved on to his chest. Then his arms, before finally moving on to his legs. I had to struggle to keep from looking at his cock. It’s not that I wasn’t curious, it’s just that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to contain myself if I actually took the time to study it. So I focused on my job and pulled away when all but his cock had been rubbed with sunscreen.

I prayed that would be the end of it. It wasn’t.

“You forgot a spot,” said Alec. I noticed he was pointing to something. I realized too late what it was.

Alec’s cock was massive. Not to mention erect. So much blood flowed through it that large veins popped out all along it. Not to mention the reddish hue. I had never seen such an imposing member. Then again, it’s not like I was a slut. I had been intimate with only two men in my life. And one of them was the man whose cock I now stared at.

I took a while, but I finally realized what I was doing. I tore my gaze from my relative’s member as blood rushed to my cheeks.

“You can do it yourself,” I said, referring to Alec’s last comment.

“I could,” admitted the handsome man, “but where’s the fun in that?”

I wanted to retort, but I had no idea how to respond to such a comment.

“I applied sunscreen to your entire body,” he reminded me. “It’s only right you do the same for me.”

It made sense. At least logically speaking. But when you take into account what had unfolded between us, it would be unwise to comply. But I also knew how stubborn Alec could be. He wouldn’t give up until he had his way. The simplest outcome was to give the man what he wanted and hope it would suffice.

I hesitated for a second, then squirted some sunscreen into my palm and began applying it to my cousin’s member. The shaft throbbed between my fingers. I felt a shiver run up my spine, but I ignored it. I focused on my task and pulled away as soon as every inch of his member was coated in sunscreen. At least that was the plan.

“I made you come,” said Alec before I could release his shaft. “It’s only fair that you repay the favor. Don’t you agree?”

I didn’t, but I knew better than to admit it. Not because I was afraid of Alec’s reaction, but because deep down I knew he was right. I owed him. But how far was I willing to go to repay that debt? Would I apply sunscreen to his naked frame? I already had. Would I also coat his erect member? Once again, that was already done. Would I suck his cock? It took a few seconds, but I eventually came up with an answer. No.

“You don’t have to suck it,” explained my cousin as he gestured to his erect shaft. “You can just stroke it.”

Dammit! Why did he have to say that? Now I had to figure out whether or not a handjob was also out of the question. It was similar to the blowjob I had only just decided was too explicit for me to perform, yet it was barely more perverse than applying sunscreen to my relative’s shaft. Now I had to decide exactly where to draw the line. I pondered the pros and cons for a while before finally making up my mind.

“All right,” I finally agreed.

I expected Alec to beam with pride and anticipation, but he just stood there, impassive. I couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing. Instead of worrying, I tore my gaze away from his face and let it drop to his shaft. It seemed even bigger than before. But maybe that was simply because my fingers, which still encircled the member, had stopped moving. They now stood there, motionless. I hesitated for a second longer, then brought them back to life.

The fingers slid down the length of the cock. They halted for a second when they reached the bottom, then retraced their steps until they had reached the head. Without bothering to stroke it, they once again travelled the length of the pole. This process was repeated over and over again until I finally grew to accept the fact that I was giving my cousin a handjob. Once the initial fear was gone, I was able to focus on the task at hand and ignore my doubts and reservations. I focused on giving Alec the best handjob of his entire life. I told myself I did it so he would climax more quickly and thus put an end to my misery, but deep down I knew that was a lie. Yet I didn’t understand why until halfway through the handjob.

“Oh my god!” I suddenly gasped. I managed to cover up the outburst by coughing, but that was merely an excuse. The truth was far more disturbing. As impossible as it seemed, arousal had returned to my body. And not just a few drops. It now coursed through my veins, threatening to completely overpower my brain. And I couldn’t let that happen. But the longer I stroked my cousin’s shaft, the harder it got for me to deny my arousal. By the time Alec finally reached the point of no return, I was seriously considering wrapping my lips around the tip of his shaft.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned. One look at my lover’s now convulsing shaft told me he was right. It also helped distract me from my arousal. What it didn’t do was prepare me for the cumstorm that was heading my way. As I believe I’ve mentioned before, I am not exactly an expert when it comes to sex. As such, I was completely unprepared when Alec’s hot semen spewed from his shaft. All I had time to do was close my eyes. My mouth remained wide open. It was thus no real surprise when the semen flew past my lips and landed right on my tongue. My taste buds were assaulted by the saltiness of the liquid. I instinctively expulsed the cum from my mouth and sealed my lips, but the damage had already been done. The taste of semen stayed with me for the remainder of Alec’s orgasm. Speaking of his orgasm, squirt after squirt were now gushing from his trembling shaft. And since my mouth was now closed, there was only one place for it to do.

The hot nectar splashed onto my face as I continued stroking my lover’s shaft. I’m not quite sure why I didn’t alter its course, but I didn’t. Every last squirt ended up making contact with my skin. Most of it was on my face, but a few squirts had found their way to my chest. Alec’s final squirt was among them. It flew from his spear and splashed onto my breasts. Moments later the cock went limp. Assuming my job was done, I released it and went about wiping the semen from my face. By the time I regained my sight, Alec was back on his towel. He lay on his back, his flaccid cock hanging between his thighs. I expected such a sigh to fill me with relief, but all I felt was disappointment. For a reason I had yet to understand, bringing my cousin to climax had turned me on beyond repair. Unfortunately, Alec was in no state to aid me with this. Not that I would ever do such a thing. At least that’s what I told myself, but deep down I knew that was a lie. I would have gladly accepted my handsome cousin’s aid. But it was never offered.

I had a choice to make. I could either admit how turned on I was and ask for my cousin’s help. Or I could ignore the arousal that filled me and hope it went away. Given how incredibly perverse the last few minutes had been, I chose to take the less incestuous of the two routes.

I stretched out across my towel and enjoyed the caress of the sun. It took a while, but the arousal gradually began to fade. Every so often I would glance at my cousin and the arousal would come rushing back, but it no longer overpowered me. At least not until nearly an hour later.

Alec and I had not spoken since his climax. The last hour had been spent enjoying the caress of the sun on our naked bodies. Some of the arousal that had infused me as a result of my cousin’s orgasm still remained, but it was no longer all I could think about. But then I felt something brush against my stomach and the arousal came rushing back.

I opened my eyes to find Alec lying down atop me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, but the tip of escort düzce his erect cock pressing to the mouth of my pussy was answer enough. He just lay atop me, smiling as his rock-hard member gently grinded against my labia.

I was conflicted. Part of me was desperate to feel Alec’s member sliding into me. But at the same time I knew how wrong it was. Yet that didn’t chase away the arousal the filled me. It coursed through my veins, threatening to take control. But I fought it. That is until my cousin’s lips made contact with mine.

I was ready to deal with incestuous penetration, but the kiss took me completely by surprise. I remained frozen in shock as Alec’s tongue slithered past my lips. It wasn’t until his tongue began exploring my mouth that I finally reacted. I had planned on prying the sex-hungry man away from me. Instead I ended up giving in to my arousal and kissing him back.

I’m not sure how long the kiss lasted, but it must have been quite a while, because my jaw muscles were beginning to ache by the time Alec’s lips fell from mine. I lay there for a few seconds, stunned. Then the grinding of my cousin’s cock against my labia resumed and I realized what was about to happen. Mutual masturbation was one thing, but there was no way I was ready for incestuous intercourse.

“Stop,” I said. Only it wasn’t a request. It was an order.

Alec had always been polite and thoughtful of other people’s feelings. But the man that lay atop me only cared about himself.

“No,” he said.

I didn’t know how to react.

“Excuse me?” I finally said.

“I said ‘no’,” he repeated.

I was at a loss for words. Alec wasn’t.

“Don’t you remember why we’re here?” he asked.

I tried to understand what he was referring to, but nothing came to mind. I shook my head.

“The birthday game,” said Alec.

I didn’t immediately understand what he was referring to. Then the pieces of the puzzle started falling into place. Within a few seconds, it made perfect sense.

“Oh my god!” I gasped as I realized everything that had unfolded thus far was part of the game. The day at the beach. The naked sunbathing. The sunscreen. The pussy licking. The blowjob. And now sex.

I wanted to resist, but I knew it was useless. The rules of the game were clear. Rule 1: You must do everything your assigned relative asks of you. No questions asked! Rule 2: Once the game begins, it must be completed. It cannot be stopped! I was trapped. All I could do was play along and try and obey the third rule—Try and have fun. It’s your birthday after all!

Alec gave me a few seconds to wrap my head around everything before forcing himself into me.

“Fuck!” I moaned as his rock-hard member slid into me. I hated to admit it, but I was soaking wet. My cousin’s shaft easily glided into me. It travelled deeper and deeper until every last inch of it was inside me. I had never been this full. Nor this confused.

I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me was terrified. Not only was I having sex with a relative, but I was doing so on a public beach. Not to mention the fact that I was my eighteenth birthday. But no matter how many reasons I came up with to put an end to this perverse encounter, I couldn’t bring myself to speak the words. Perhaps I was afraid of hurting Alec’s feelings. Or maybe I was afraid of what would happen if I broke the rules of the birthday game. But deep down I knew the real reason was far more perverse. I actually enjoyed having sex with my cousin. It was wrong in more ways than I could count, yet it was true.

“Fuck me,” I said. I still wasn’t convinced I was doing the right thing, but I was tired of fighting. This would happen, whether I wanted it or not. So why not enjoy it? My cousin was handsome. Not to mention quite well endowed. I had no doubt I was about to enjoy the best sex of my life.

If Alec was surprised by my sudden boldness he didn’t show it. He just pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. But that was only part of what he did. He gently pulled out of me until only the tip of his shaft was within me. He then forced every last inch back into me. He did this over and over as his tongue skillfully danced around my mouth. I didn’t know what to focus on. His tongue or his cock? In the end I chose neither. I instead focused on the effect his lovemaking was having on me.

Arousal flowed through my veins, making my blood boil. An overpowering heat enveloped me. It felt like my entire body was on fire. Yet at the same time I had never been so wet. Not to mention tingly. Perhaps it was the fact that I was having sex with my cousin. Or maybe it was the knowledge that we could get caught at any moment. Or the excitement of finally understanding what the birthday game truly was. Or all of those things combined. The point is I had never been this turned on before.

“Faster,” I begged after mere seconds. Alec seemed a little surprised by my eagerness, but said nothing. He simply planted his arms on either side of me and used his new leverage to increase the speed of his thrusts. Moans toppled from my lips as my handsome relative made love to me like I had never been made love to before.

Time lost all meaning. I vaguely recall a gradual escalation, but I cannot be certain of how long it took. I only know that Alec’s member eventually moved with such zeal that telling when it was in and when it was out became impossible. Not that it really mattered.

My moans filled the air, once again covering the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. I’m surprised no one heard me. Or maybe they did and they simply ignored my blissful laments. It didn’t really matter. Only my cousin and I mattered. I squirmed and moaned as Alec made animalistic, yet passionate, love to me. His cock felt incredible inside me. I had never been this happy.

I don’t know how long it took, but I eventually climaxed. One moment I was moaning as Alec grinded against me. The next I was coming harder than I ever had before. I’m not new to squirting, but never before had cum spewed from my slit with such intensity. Within seconds my thighs were slick with sticky nectar. So was my stomach.

My body shook and trembled as a hurricane of arousal tore through me. It ravaged every inch of my frame, leaving me broken and desperate for a ceasefire. Yet at the same time I never wanted it to stop. I had never been this happy in my entire life, and I would have given anything for it to last forever. But, like all good things, it eventually came to an end. Come to think of it, that was probably a good thing, because I was exhausted beyond repair. A few more seconds of intense climaxing and I would have passed out.
I’m not sure how long it took me to recover. Probably an hour. Or maybe it was only a few minutes. The point is I was still exhausted by the time Alec’s lips made contact with mine.

The kiss was short, but meaningful. With those few tongue strokes, he conveyed the deep sense of love and respect he had for me. But then his tongue retreated and it was all over. I lay there for a few more seconds before allowing my eyes to flutter open. I was still short on breath, but most of my strength has now returned. I glanced around to find Alec jogging toward the lake. I was tempted to follow him, but I was still a little too weak, so I settled for watching his muscles flex as he rushed toward the water. My eyes remained on him until he vanished completely beneath the waves.

Alec remained beneath the surface for a few seconds, then emerged. He let the waves wash away the cum and sweat that clung to his body as he enjoyed the refreshing coolness of the water. He looked so content that I could not resist the urge to join him.

We spend the next few minute relaxing in the water. We eventually waded back to shore, but the joy caused by our submersion remained with us. In fact, it persisted throughout the remainder of the day. I kept expecting Alec to make a pass at me, but he never did. Apparently the sexual portion of the birthday game was complete. We spent the rest of the day enjoying the beach. We hung out with our toes in the sand and caught each other up on our lives. We took a walk along the beach. We enjoyed the tasty picnic Alec had stashed nearby. We were eventually forced to adorn our swimwear once again, but I didn’t mind. In fact, it helped convince me the sexual portion of our day at the beach was indeed over. From that moment on I was fully relaxed. And I remained in that blissful state for the remainder of the day.

The last thing Alec and I did was watch the sun set. Seeing the sky painted with beautiful shades of red, yellow and orange turned out to be the perfect way to end the day. Once the last few rays of sunlight faded, Alec took my hand and led me back to the pier. I was rather sad when his kiss goodbye was a mere peck on the lips, but I knew it was for the best. What we had shared was a one-time thing. It could never happen again. I actually shed a tear as I watched him walk away. But the sorrow in my heart evaporated as soon as I got home.

“Did you have fun?” That was the first thing my parents asked me. I had been so busy enjoying my first day as an adult that I had forgotten all about the birthday game. But now that my parents asked about my day, I found myself wondering if they knew what Alec and I had done. Was the birthday game always sexual in nature or had Alec taken advantage of the situation to get what he wanted? But as distressing as such a possibility was, it paled in comparison to the notion that the birthday game wasn’t over. The rules had been clear. The game was to last four days. The first day was over. Three remained. Would all of them revolve around sex? If so, who would my next lover be? Only time would tell.

To be continued…

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Tranny Tales Ch. 02

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The use of the word Tranny is not meant to be disrespectful; it is used as it was in the past although not politically correct at this time.

*****

There is a rare moment during an eclipse when the sky turns dark red and winds seemingly gather together from nowhere, as if to celebrate the celestial event. I had come from a business meeting that ran late that night on a warm June evening years back. The boss wanted us to discuss a new super computer that the firm was considering acquiring. A few analysts had flown in from Germany and we were supposed to benefit from their insight and visa versa.

When I left the office, it was already about 10 pm. I flipped on the radio and there was Art Bell and some nutcase talking about invaders from outer space who had abducted him and who, according to the speaker, were some sort of hermaphrodites. These alien creatures had subjected him, as they usually do, to unmentionable indignities of the anal variety. When Art, the interviewer, broke for the news, I was surprised to hear that in moments there was going to be a rare eclipse of the moon. I pulled over to the side of the Santa Monica Boulevard, opened the windows, rolled back the moon roof and looked up at the sky just as the moon began to be hidden by the earth’s shadow.

Just at that moment, when I was feeling a little horny, a longhaired blond with a knee length skirt and red sneakers jumped out of the shadows. Her hair was shoulder length; her t-shirt offered a slight indication of breasts and a male voice announced,

“Hi, I’m Michael.”

It didn’t all add up.

“Hi Mike, what’s up?” I answered with surprise.

“Man this eclipse thing is cool.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’d like a blowjob, I’m trying to earn a little bit of money. Trying to get down to Oceanside to visit my brother at the Army base.”

“If a Sheriff sees us Mike, both of us will be arrested.”

“I don’t mean here on the street. No, come back to my apartment we can hang out there.”

He seemed like a nice kid, probably in his early 20s with a boyish face and pretty long hair rather than wearing a wig as most Trannies do. As the West Hollywood Boulevard corridor was the Tranny center in this part of the world, I didn’t feel any apprehension,

“OK. Hop in.”

We sat in the car on a high hill on a side street and watched the eclipse for the next ten or fifteen minutes.

“Man this is cool.”

I’d put some soft music on from the FM channel and Michael quickly, without any prompting began to tell me his life story and how he’d wound up in Los Angeles sharing a small apartment with an exceptional Tranny whom he was in awe of. I was well aware of the mentoring of transsexuals where a younger ward is “adopted” and taught the ropes of being a Tranny and how to make a living through prostitution, or in polite terms, as an “escort.”

“So you are headed to Oceanside, you better be careful down there with all the military.” “Oh no, it’s cool. There is a Tranny place on the outskirts of town called Bo-Bo’s and it is filled with service men. I must have blown 12 guys in one Saturday night, paid for the trip.”

While Michael talked on and on, I drove a long way down Santa Monica Boulevard, into Hollywood, past Cahuenga into a low rent district where Michael indicated we had arrived at home base. I parked behind an old hotel building that had been converted into small apartments. There was still gravel surfacing in the parking lot and you could hear small stones bouncing off the tires against the car’s wheel wells.

From the parking lot I could see an old iron staircase attached to the back of the building, probably a fire escape afterthought. We climbed to the second story as the old iron treaded steps vibrated under our feet. It was an old apartment house that I knew from past intrigues was home to a strange assortment of transsexuals, gays and drug addicts with considerable overlap. There was a hall entry on the second floor. I followed Michael down the dark hall, he lifted up his blouse, reached into his bra and pulled out a key, opened the door to a small room, empty except for a bed, a night table, a flickering old black and white TV and little else. We undressed and rested a while on the bed watching an old Errol Flynn film in Spanish, some buccaneer film, I think it was called “Captaino Blud” where Flynn, so handsome a man in his prime, was jumping from one ship deck to another followed by a bunch of cut throat pirates.

“Do you speak Spanish?”

“”Hell no, just “taco,” he laughed, “The damn set only picks up the high frequency channels, would you prefer Chinese or Korean?”

“No this will do fine.”

As we watched, Michael kept his word and eased himself into position with his head on my lap with a perfunctory open mouth. No teeth touching, he began what turned out to be an excellent blowjob. Never too quick to getting off orally, I let him labor on, caressing his blond hair that showed no sign ankarakazan.com of dark roots in the dim light. Without the skirt he was a real California boy. It took a while, but he seemed totally enthralled in the enjoyment of sucking my dick, and as I was a little tired of his nonstop chatter, with his mouth now filled with cock, a little silence was in order and except for an occasional slurping sound the respite was appreciated. He had undressed only partially, wearing his padded bra and panties as he continued sucking. He coughed a few times, mumbled something about his hair in his mouth and then the happy moment arrived when I arched my back and moaned, holding his head firmly against me and I came like a Sten gun set for rapid fire. Michael quaffed the full load like a pro. I lay there for a few minutes, my heart pounding like a teenager.

The room was cool and silent except for occasional footsteps that vibrated the outside iron stairs. I whispered to him, “Thank you baby.”

He had repositioned himself and was holding me in his arms; my cock was still leaking sperm against his thigh tightly pressed against me. He was kissing my neck and seemed very pleased to have me in his grasp.

“I really like you,” he whispered.

I liked him too, who can turn down a cow eyed lover with silent tears running down his cheeks. But as much as I appreciated his affection, and I would have never told him so, he was far too boyish for me and he made me feel gay, which I was willing to accept for that evening, such are the machinations of one who enters this twilight world seeking the “fem fems” and not the “halfway there.” But I was there at that moment, and when in Rome, roam, as they say.

Of course I would never have said anything to hurt his feeling, trying to change the subject, I asked,

“Have you lived here long?”

“No, not long, oh, oh, you have to meet my room mate, Michelle, you should meet her, a real Tranny, great breasts, big cock, you’d like her, and she is really pretty and very cool.”

I smiled and laughed, big cocks, were not what I was really looking for.

He slowly released me from his grip and sat up on the bed,

“Hey, you can take a shower if you like and hang with me as long, as you want.”

“Thanks Michael.” I excused my self and used the tiny bathroom. That was nice of him to offer the shower but I just washed my cock and pubes in the sink with a small bar of soap. I had carried my cloths with me, a precaution born of fear of being robbed, and was getting ready to leave. I was a little tired and relaxed and hanging with this young boy, as sweet as he was, was not what I really had in mind. I went back into the bedroom, gave Michael a kiss on his plump baby cheeks and handed him some small bills. This seemed to make him quite happy,

“You can come back and you don’t have to pay me next time,” he voiced as he thanked me.

“Thanks baby,” I kissed him again on the cheek and got up to leave. Just as I opened the door, there was Michelle. She was ravishing but Michael failed to introduce us.

I said “Hi” and “goodbye and went out into the cool evening.

Ten days later, late in the afternoon, I started thinking about Michelle and drove over to her apartment. Most T-girls sleep during the day, as they don’t get home till early morning. Then the Mexican laborers line up in the direction of uptown on the boulevard headed for work, as a gaggle of trannies are heading in the opposite direction ready to sleep. I didn’t know who I would find at the apartment, but it was my good luck that when the door finally opened it was Michelle who came to the door wearing only a tan terrycloth bathrobe. She recognized me at once,

“Oh, Hi, Michael isn’t here.”

“I didn’t come to see Michael. I came to see you.”

“Oh.. What do you want?”

” Well please forgive my directness, but since you asked, I really want to fuck you.”

“Oh, ok, come in, you’ll have to wait a few minutes. The room smelled like candied vanilla. “Oh well, I need a few minutes to prepare myself, and if that’s what you want, it’s going to cost you $40.”

“No problem.”

She disappeared into the tiny bathroom carrying a vaginal douche with a rubber bulb attached and what looked like a plastic pitcher.

“Make your self comfy hon.”

I took off my cloths, folded them and set them on a spare chair. I lay down on the bed watching that same old black and white TV. It was a movie with a Spanish speaking Van Johnson, as a GI in Germany driving one of those tiny Messerschmitt motorcycles with a plastic body surrounding it on his way to a date with some Fraulein, when the bathroom door creaked open and Michelle, wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops and a towel around her waist, came back into the room.

“Do you understand this I asked, pointing at the TV?”

“Yeah a little,” she responded.

I looked up at her, our eyes met. Her lips barely moved into a smile. She was tall, taller than I was, and she wasn’t wearing heels. I guessed she was in her early thirties. She threw the towel somewhere into the corner and climbed into the bed. She was nude. Her breasts were full curved, just touching gently on her rib cage before exploding upwards. They were globes of the perfect size, and even her erect nipples pointed skywards. Masterful, who ever the surgeon was, he was a “da Vinci,” The original Leo would have known what was fem, as Leonardo da Vinci was a Renaissance cross dresser that art experts think posed himself in drag in front of a mirror to painted himself as the real Mona Lisa. In those days most famous Florentine artists were closeted gays. Leo was run out of Florence on rumors of his taking it in the caboose long before he invented the steam locomotive.

But to return to the subject at hand, Michelle was a beauty; long brunet hair, a perfect chin, slender boyish hips that I preferred at that time and the only blemish was the small remnants of childhood acne on her right cheek. It was she who smelled of a candied vanilla perfume that was both exotic and flattering. It made me forget we were in some Hollywood dive trying to escape reality. Other than the scent, she wore no makeup except a little eyeliner that set off her large dark eyes.

“I hope Michel doesn’t get upset, he really liked you, but he is leaving at the end of the week anyway.”

“He’s a sweet kid but a little too boyish for me. You’re more my style.”

I kissed her hand and moved closer to kiss her lips. She turned her head away, “oh its too early for lip kissing.”

I caressed her breasts and began to suck at her nipples. She seemed to enjoy that and my cock was hard the instant her nipple went into my mouth. I was thoroughly enjoying myself when she took my hard cock in hand and leaned forward to suck me. I relaxed and let her pleasure me. At that sexual moment a Tranny becomes a real woman to me, even better, certainly sexier. In those years, many of the Latin Trannies whom I had frequented distained cock play referring to their genitals as “that thing” as if to infer that only a gay male would take interest in a Tyranny’s penis. Cross fucking was a gay thing and real men frequented trannies to fuck them, not to be fucked by them. To a Tranny, being penetrated anally by a straight male was a confirmation of her feminine sexuality. I didn’t know what it was to reciprocate with my ass or even look at her genitals for fear it would spoil the illusion, and she had the knack of tucking her cock behind her so it was never a topic brought to light that detracted from her femininity. This seemed to work well for both of us,

“Oh God, stop, I going to cum, but I want to fuck you.” She released her lips and my cock sprung out of her mouth like a carnival puppet. She reached for a condom off the night table and carefully rolled it onto me, then turned over onto her belly. I mounted her, still erect, and apparently without need of lube, I entered her slowly, she moaned a bit and then settled down. I started to pump gently, then with more force, my belly smacking into her butt making a slapping sound, “Oh yes, fuck me baby, fuck me hard, fuck me nice”

I did just that, slowly and then picking up pace and unable to contain my excitement I uttered an “Ohhhoooo” and filled up that condom with cum as if it was a water pouch for the desert. I held onto the base of the condom as I withdrew my softening penis and lay on my back for a few moments.

“Go use the bathroom if you want.”

I got up from the bed, went into the small bathroom leaving the door open and threw the brimming condom in the trash basket, and with the small bar of hotel soap washed myself. I dried myself off with a small face towel and went back to Michelle.

“I really enjoyed that, making love to you.”

“No problem hon, come back when ever you want.”

I left her a fifty-dollar bill on the night table, pulled on my pants, shirt and shoes and made my exit. I was happy to see my car was still there, undisturbed, and off I went.

I continued to frequent Michelle for the rest of the summer; Michael disappeared, just as she said he would and I was spared an embarrassing meeting, but in all fairness, I have to give credit to Michael as he had sponsored Michelle as one I would really like.

After our initial love making, I spent a lot of time with Michelle, with the hope that a relationship would evolve. We went out to eat often after our sex play and in the cumings and goings I got to meet a few of the other trannies that lived in the small hotel. They must have assumed Michelle and I were lovers. One girl, a rather masculine big blond thinking we were a couple, invited us into her apartment to have a threesome.

“Maybe another time, I answered.”

“Thanks.” said Michelle.

We laughed about it afterwards. I wasn’t looking for a threesome.

We were also invited to a meth/crack party by some druggies in the hall, but that sacred me a little so I nixed that invitation.

I made love to Michelle countless times over the few months I knew her. We almost became lovers but more precisely I should say we were sex partners because it was obvious but she was never in love with me. Maybe because she was older or had more experiences than I did, including some bad ones. She once mentioned that she almost got “married” but never finished the story. There was always a missing spark in our relationship. We were friends but she was always a little distant, unlike Michael she had no stories to tell or ones she wished to share, she was warm but did not say much, as if her mind was somewhere in some other place and time. We were friends, we fucked, but we were not in love. It was a relationship based on sex and money and I was fully content. When things are going good sexually, you don’t do anything to change it. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix,” as the Mexican shoe cobbler once told me. She made no demands on me, I paid the price of admission and the orgasms were fabulous.

As for the sex, it was in retrospect somewhat vanilla. We just did a lot of great fucking, as the Beetles sing, “What’s wrong with that, I’d like to know.” I preferred when she rolled over and offered her plumb boyish ass in a traditional variation of the missionary style, but sometimes she wanted me to lift up her legs and fuck her as deep as possible. I would pump hard against her and reach down grabbing my penis at the base and rotate it to her satisfaction. On more than one occasion, depending on our position, after she got used to me, she would jerk her self off, saying, “Do you mind?” as I fucked her. Of course I never minded. This happened usually just before I was ready to cum, but I never watched, I just assumed that was what she was doing by the motion of her arm. Where the cum went, I had no idea, maybe she caught it in her hand?

We had good fun but she was always a little out of reach. I never even knew where she came from although from her slight accent I thought she was Italian American and had come from the East Coast. Truthfully, there never was a need to pursue conversations beyond the “uhs and ahs.”

I was scheduled to go in for a hernia operation and had never discussed it with her. Foolishly fearful that the surgery would put an end to my sex life, I called her several days afterwards. I was totally exhausted and weak, it had been a serious intervention as I had put it off for a long time, necrosis had set in and to add to the problem, the interdural puncture had proved an ineffective anesthesia. I woke up in the middle of the surgery; saw the professor surgeon and several young doctors assisting him. As I was feeling nothing I said to the surgeon,

“I’m fine, continue.”

” I can’t operate on a moving target,” replied the surgeon.

Everyone laughed and with that they intubated me halfway through the operation. When it was over I vomited some popcorn I had foolishly eaten late the night before the surgery.

As I started to say, I called Michelle up four days later and hearing her voice was enough to give me a happily vindicated hard on, but my voice was so weak and my breathing irregular so Michelle asked,

“Are you jerking off as we talk.”

“God no, I just had hernia surgery, not a chance.”

I realized that a phone call mixed with masturbation was a trick that silent callers played on Trannies back then, but I was surprised she could have thought that of me.

Once recovered, the next week I continued to make love to her even before all the stitches were removed. After proving that my cock still functioned nicely, I said to her,

“I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Listen hon, I’m thinking of going up to San Francisco to see if I like it there, if I do, I’ll stay there for a while.”

“Ok, I’ll miss you.”

“Then come up to see me, just call me on my cell.”

“Ok babe.” Knowing how difficult a trip to San Fran would be for me, I kissed her and fucked her harder then I ever had before, left her a hundred dollar bill and she was out of my life and into my memories forever. She walked me to the door, threw her arms around me and as her naked magnificent breasts crushed against me, she whispered,

“If only I had met you when I was younger, you always made me feel like a real woman.”

“Which you are,” I added as she squeezed my hand.

Her comment made me feel so good. It was as close to a loving moment as we were ever going to get. As we disentangled from her impromptu embrace, I glanced down for the first time and thought, “Oh my God, Michael was right,” she had an enormous circumcised cock with a large red tip, bigger than one of those large yellow squash that they sell in the Mexican grocery stores and her ball sack was so stretched by her large testicles that it hung behind her cock and was almost of an equal length. I don’t know how, but seemingly without an order from my brain, my hand reached out and cradled her cock in my hand. It was warm and moist and swelled immediately from the slightest pressure.

“We never played with that thing did we?” I said.

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