My Cousin and I Chapter 17

Chapter 17 As my cousin Sarah and I grew into adulthood we continued to see each other as often as we could. All throughout our adolescence and even before that we had been as close as it is possible for a girl and boy to be. By the time we reached our early teens we were truly very much in love. We met almost every day and my previous chapters tell of a small number of those meetings and what we did to consummate our love. We had been extremely fortunate or extremely devious, I'm not sure which it was, but we had never been discovered, and no one knew what we got up to in my dad's allotment shed or at our private place in the woods near our houses. I think that the sense of trust that we had built up over the years stood us in good stead when we told our parents that we wanted to rent our own little house and live together. We were over the age of consent which is 18 here in the UK and we were years past the lawful age for sex which is 16. Our parents had probably suspected that we were having a sexual relationship for a while so our declaration would not have been unexpected. On my 19th birthday we moved into our own love nest. We had spent a couple of nights together before and if you have read chapters 11 and 12 you will know of the pleasure that we shared then. But now we were actually in our own house, it was going to be so wonderful. Our first night together was one that I will never forget. We were both a little tipsy from drinking too much wine for Sarah and Guinness for me to celebrate my birthday and our new home. We went up to bed at about 10 PM. I watched Sarah undressing. She did it very slowly and I knew she was teasing me. It was December and although the heating had been on all evening it was still quite cool in our bedroom. Sarah stood before me naked. She was exquisite. Her beautiful keyhole slit was like a powerful magnet pulling me to her. I quickly removed my clothes and we jumped into our warm bed that had been heating with an electric blanket for over an hour. Sarah started giggling and I knew that it was the wine that was causing it this time. We were lying side by side and we kissed so passionately that we bumped noses hard enough to be a bit painful. As I pulled her tongue into my mouth I tried to enter her but couldn't find her hole. She giggled again at that and said that if I couldn't do it I might as well go to sleep. I rolled on top of her and this time found her sweet pleasure centre easily, though she did not help me. Sliding into her slowly and deliberately now. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth open as she felt me feeding her inch after delicious inch. Poised for a moment above her I gazed into her eyes. savouring the look of pure desire. She bit down on her lower lip and pushed upwards against me, I knew that this was her way of asking me to begin thrusting in her. Slowly. slowly in and out. Almost slipping from her on the out strokes but not quite. Suddenly she flipped me over. I'm not very heavy and she didn't seem to have any trouble doing it. Now she was sitting on top of me, a position she loves because it gives her complete control of both of us. She giggled and started to move on me, gazing deep into my eyes all the time. I felt the first tingle and knew it was coming for me. I could have betrayed my feelings and asked her to stop if she didn't want me to cum or I could try to keep my face straight and just burst inside her. I decided on the latter and shot a salvo of hot liquid deep into her womb, and another and another. Her eyes widened in surprise and I groaned with sheer pleasure. As I was finishing Sarah reached down and started to rub her clit and almost immediately she came too, her cries mingling with my gasps for air. When she finished we rolled over again so that I was back on top and slowly my hardness tuned to softness, unconsciously slipping from her warm hole.The following morning was an ordinary work day for both of us but the memory of the previous night, our first in our very own little home carried us buoyantly through the day. Moving forward six months now and we were planning our first holiday together. We were going to Cornwall to a small caravan site in the village of Bodinnick. We had never been to Cornwall before. In fact, we had never really been anywhere before. Neither Sarah's side of the family nor mine was very wealthy. Our parents did the best they could for us and took us on holidays to nearby seaside destinations like Blackpool and Southport, and if we were very lucky, maybe the Lake District of Cumbria, but we had never ventured as far afield as Cornwall, the other end of the country and about 350 miles away. Now we were going on our own and we were so excited about it. The day finally came and we started out in Sarah's car because mine would probably not have made it. It was a long drive which we shared, a total of seven hours because we were stuck in a series of roadworks that seemed to have been going on for years, near junction 7 on the M5 motorway. When we saw the signpost that said 'Welcome to Cornwall' we were so relieved but our journey wasn't over yet. The little village of Bodinnick proved difficult to find, there were no sat-navs then and we had to rely on map reading skills that weren't great for either of us. We finally got to our rented caravan at about 8 PM. The reception office was closed but they had left the keys to our accommodation outside the door with a little note telling us that we could complete the booking in process tomorrow. We were surprised and awed at the way that people trusted here in Cornwall, if they had left the keys out like that where we came from in the north of England there would probably have been some uninvited guests in the caravan the morning after. We let ourselves in and had a late meal, by about 9:30 PM we were tired out and went quickly to bed. We slept right through until 8 O' clock the following morning. I awoke first and leaned over to whisper 'I love you' into Sarah's ear. She didn't respond at all. I thought she must have been more exhausted than even I was if she is still sleeping so soundly. Carefully I positioned myself on top of her and let my erection find her hole. Still she slept on and I entered her gently. She moaned and her beautiful eyes opened wide. I smiled and said "good morning darling." Her eyes took on that sexy, dreamy look and she giggled, I started to move inside her. I quickly felt it coming for me but I knew Sarah wasn't ready, I whispered "I'm going to come darling, I don't think I can stop it." She said "no, don't stop, let me feel you doing it." I exploded into her and a sharp cry escaped me. Flooding her now, sweet ecstatic tingling and spurting deep into her girl hole. Then it was over and I was slipping from her. Withdrawing and contracting and I knew that Sarah hadn't come. She said "that was hot but now you owe me one," and she giggled. I started to run my hand along her body, down to her secret place but she said "no, not now, we need to get up and go to see the site warden to complete our registration, wait until tonight and then you can pay me what you owe me." We quickly showered and dressed and Sarah made a cheese omelette each for our breakfast, then we found the warden and thanked him for leaving the key for us and we booked in for a week, then we set off to explore the village. There is only one street in Bodinnick really. It is a lovely, quaint little hamlet but there is nothing to do there. We found that the street went down to a ferry terminal that carried cars and pedestrian passengers across the river Fowey to the town of the same name. We decided to go back for the car and cross the river to explore Fowey and then move on to somewhere else. The ferry boat carried six or seven cars at a time and took only about three minutes to cross the river, soon we were in the lovely town called Fowey. We spent a lovely first day of our holiday exploring Fowey where we had the equivalent of a Cornish pasty, a cheese and onion one. We couldn't have the real thing because it contains meat and Sarah and I are both vegetarian. Then we went on to St. Austell and Mevagissey and more pasties then back to our caravan at about 5 PM. Sarah made a light meal which is all we needed after all those pasties and we settled down to watch TV. By 9 PM we were in bed but neither of us were thinking of sleeping. Beneath the duvet we were naked and my trembling fingers found Sarah's wet slit easily. I started to massage her clitoris and the sound of her surprised intake of breath made me ache with desire for her. She found my throbbing erection and started to move her fingers on me, sliding my foreskin up and down in the expert way that was now so familiar to her. And so we lay like that, facing each other, slowly exploring our secret parts, letting the feelings build up inside us. Our breaths coming quicker now and the movements of our fingers quickening also. Gazing into each other's eyes, revelling in the love that shone from them. I felt it first. The tingle that is like a warning beacon for me, a sign that says stop now or it will be too late. I kissed Sarah and as my tongue found hers I shattered into a thousand pieces, spilling my love juice all over her hand and the front of her body. Still massaging her sensitive spot as I emptied myself over her and then she came too with weird little cries, her eyes tightly shut and her face screwed up. We lay still after the fierce potency of our orgasms and we drifted into a deep, contented sleep. I awoke in the early hours and I could still feel the wetness on the sheets. I moved slightly to a more comfortable position and Sarah sighed in her sleep. I didn't wake her and soon I joined her in dreamland, content and happy after our first day's holiday together.