My mother came from a large family, ten siblings and my grandmother also had nine or ten siblings. That resulted in my having over one hundred first and second cousins, many living out of town. It’s no wonder that I wouldn’t recognize some of them.
It was spring break, I went to a nightclub looking for some of my high school friends. One of my oldest friends, James (don’t call me Jimmy) called, “Hey Gunnie, over here.” Only my oldest friends and a few cousins still call me Gunnie. He was standing next to two cute girls and introduced them as Jane and Genny. “Janey?” “Gunnie?” We were cousins but hadn’t seen each other in years. We exchanged the usual pleasantries and updates. Genny and I just smiled at each other, basically acknowledging each other’s presence.
James asked Jane to dance so I felt obligated to lead Genny to the dance floor. We actually ended up having a good time that ended too soon as the girls had to work the next day. A few nights later, I went back to the club, hoping to see Jane and Genny again. Genny was sitting with a group of people but left them, joining me while I sat at the bar. She was pissed off at the group because they bought her rum and coke when she just wanted a soft drink. Genny had to be at work early the next day and asked me to take her home. So, I drive her home and walk her to her door, hoping to be invited in. Genny thanked me and apologized for not being able to ask me in, then kissed me goodnight. We did make a movie and pizza date that was enjoyable but also ended with a goodnight kiss. Okay, she’s not interested in me, no problem.
Boy, was I wrong. I didn’t see Genny at all the next week until the weekend. The nightclub had a live band that night instead of the usual DJ. The band wasn’t that good and the music was way too loud to suit me. Loud music is okay if the band is good. As I was leaving, Genny ran to me and asked were was I going. I told her the band gave me a headache so I’m going home. Genny suggested we get a pizza and six pack and go back to her apartment. Genny had me wait outside until she neatened up her apartment and close her sofa bed. She let in and as soon as I dropped the pizza and beer on a table, Genny wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. We made out for awhile and after caressing her back, then her side down to her hip and leg, I made a move to her breast. Her hand had been on my thigh but as soon as I touched her breast, her hand went right to my crotch. I pulled back and we looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds then we both started stripping. After some foreplay, Genny said that her ex-boyfriend left a condom in the side table. In my haste to put it on, the rubber ripped. “FUCK!!!”, I said. “Not tonight, big boy,” said Genny.
So, I go back to kissing her, working my way to her ears, neck, breasts, spending more time sucking on her nipples, twisting and pinching the one not getting sucked. Then down to her belly, then thighs to the knees and back up her inner thighs. There was wet spot on the sofa, l knew what she wanted but I passed her vagina and stuck my tongue in her navel “You bastard!” she yelled and pushed my head down to her pussy. I spent several minutes licking and sucking and started to lift off after she had an orgasm but she put her hand on my head telling me that I’m not done yet. Genny then proceeded to teach me how to eat pussy, where to lick, where to suck, where to rub and how many fingers to stick in her pussy. Three fingers felt great but two fingers finally got her off. As I was lapping up that liquid that was oozing from her pussy, she raised her butt off the sofa and I accidentally ran my tongue across her anus. Genny had been panting hard, in a daze, until that happened and she regained her senses.
Her turn. After resting for a few minutes, Genny said that she had never given anyone a blow job but I was going to be her first. She wanted me to tell her if she was doing something wrong. She goes down on me and the first thing I tell her is that it called a blow job but it’s better if she sucks and watch the teeth, use your tongue around the head and up and down the shaft, show my testicles some love too, suck and fondle my balls and use your hands while sucking my dick. My orgasm was building and I warned her that I was going to cum. Genny didn’t move until the first shot hit her throat, the second and third shots landed on her breasts as I pushed her hand down so the cum wouldn’t hit her face. She told me later she wanted me to cum in her mouth because some friends said they liked it, but that first shot startled her.
We snuggled for a while and Genny was the first to speak. “Oh Gunnie, that was amazing.” I replied that it was fantastic then, I told her to call me Gunner, Gun or Gunther, only my oldest friends and a few cousins call me Gunnie. She thinks on it for a minute then realizes we’re related. “Jane is your cousin, GG is your mother,” and then she grabbed her blouse to cover up.
“You’re Genevieve, Uncle Jaque’s daughter. Why are you covering up, you had my dick in your mouth and my cum is dripping down your tits, I can still taste you on my lips”.
“We’re fucking cousins, this is so wrong.”
“No we’re not, the condom ripped, so we’re not fucking cousins.”. Genny didn’t think that was funny.
“Please leave.” Two days later, I was back at the university.
When I returned home for the summer, Genny was in a serious relationship and was married at Christmas.
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