Quiet fuck next to my step-cousin Trying to not
SNEAKY MORNING NOSTALGIA
by Taboo Tales
Rated NSFW (18+)
It was a crisp Sunday morning, sunbeams filtrating through the semi-opened blinds and gently caressing Emma’s nubile body cocooned under the soft duvet. She stirred from her sleep, yawning and stretching like a satisfied kitten. Her brown locks cascaded over her bare shoulders as she sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal her pert, perky breasts. Absentmindedly, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, still half-dazed.
Emma’s mind gradually began to wake, but so did other parts of her body. She became keenly aware of the warmth emanating from next to her. Glancing over, she saw Lucas, her step-cousin, still sound asleep right there beside her. In the morning light, his sandy hair looked like spun gold against the white pillow. His chiseled jawline and sculpted pectorals made for a delicious sight, but Emma knew she didn’t need to look further to truly remember what had transpired last night…
It all started when their parents went out for a joint double date, leaving Emma and Lucas alone at the family cabin. They were sharing a bed – though no more than that, or so it seemed. As they blissfully drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, Emma couldn’t help but marvel at how safe and copasetic she felt cocooned in Lucas’ embrace. His musky, masculine scent enveloped her, and she breathed it in deeply, an instinctive act.
Later, Emma’s eyes fluttered open, awoken by a soft, exploratory touch. Lucas’ fingers were tracing delicate patterns on her bare thigh, his breath hot against her neck as he nuzzled close. “I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered huskily. “You’re even more gorgeous in the moonlight.” His hand glided further up as Emma arched into his gentle touch, a throaty moan escaping her parted lips. She knew she should stop this, that they shouldn’t cross that taboo line, but God did it just feel so right…
Their exploration was slow, sensual. Despite his previous adventurous behavior, Lucas made gentle, affectionate love to Emma, as if worshipping every inch of her supple skin. She surrendered completely to his ministrations, gasping and writhing beneath him. When he finally entered her, it was with a deep, satisfying groan. They moved together perfectly, in a natural rhythm, as if their bodies were made for each other. And oh, the erotic aural accompaniment – the lewd slap of skin on skin, the hungry sucking of lips and tongue, the carnal moans and whispered sweet nothings.
Their passion reached its pinnacle simultaneously, and they came undone together, their mutual climax so intense that Emma swore she saw stars. Lucas collapsed on top of her, his forehead pressed to hers as they panted and quivered in the afterglow. In that moment, Emma was certain nothing would ever feel as incredible as this.
Afterwards, as they lay tangled and spent, the sticky remnants of their lovemaking cooling on their skin, Emma knew this would be their secret – the one they would never, ever divulge. They agreed to just this one night of passion – one stolen moment in time before returning to reality. But they also knew that no matter where life took them, a part of them would always cherish the memory of that blissful weekend, hidden away in the family cabin, safe in the other’s arms.
Emma sighs nostalgically, pushing back the covers and rises from the bed. She takes one last long look at Lucas, fast asleep in the morning light, the sheet tenting over his manhood in anticipation of dreams yet to come. She smiles to herself, knowing that she will forever have this perfect, forbidden memory. But for now? Fresh coffee and a hot shower are beckoning.
THE END
