I’m sitting at the family reunion, surrounded by relatives I haven’t seen in years. It’s a warm summer evening, and the air is filled with laughter and the smell of barbecue. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the backyard where we’ve gathered.
I can’t help but notice my cousin, Emily, sitting across from me. She’s always been the black sheep of the family, the rebel with tattoos and piercings, but to me, she’s always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her long, dark hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkle in the fading light.
As the night goes on, we find ourselves drawn to each other, sneaking glances and exchanging knowing smiles. Finally, we can’t resist any longer, and she slips away from the rest of the family, motioning for me to follow her.
We find ourselves in a secluded corner of the backyard, hidden from view by a row of bushes. The air is thick with the scent of flowers and the sound of crickets chirping fills the silence. Emily takes my hand and pulls me closer, her eyes locked on mine.
“I’ve always had a crush on you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the noise of the party. “I’ve always wanted to be alone with you, to see what could happen between us.”
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body responding to her touch as she runs her fingers over my skin. I lean in to kiss her, the taste of her lips sending shivers down my spine.
“Do you want to try something new?” she asks, her voice husky with desire. “Something we’ve never done before?”
I nod, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation. She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eye, and slowly slides off her shoes, revealing her bare feet.
“I’ve always wanted to try a footjob,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “To feel your cock between my toes, to see the pleasure on your face as I stroke you with my feet.”
I can feel myself growing hard at the thought, the taboo nature of the act only adding to the excitement. I nod again, unable to speak as she positions herself in front of me, her feet inches from my throbbing cock.
She reaches out with one foot, running her toes over the bulge in my pants, teasing me with light touches. I groan in pleasure, unable to contain myself as she begins to stroke me with her feet, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I close my eyes, losing myself in the feel of her soft skin against mine, the heat of her body warming me from the inside out. I can hear her breathing growing heavier, her movements becoming more urgent as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I release with a groan, my body tensing as I come undone in her hands. She watches me with a smile, her eyes filled with satisfaction as she continues to stroke me until I’m spent.
We collapse against each other, breathing heavily as we come down from the high of our shared pleasure. I pull her close, kissing her deeply as we revel in the intimacy of the moment.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder. “I’ve always wanted to be with you like this.”
I smile, my heart full of love for this woman who’s always held a special place in my heart. We may be cousins by blood, but in that moment, we were so much more. We were lovers, partners in pleasure, bound together by the heat of our desire.
As we make our way back to the party, our hands intertwined, I know that this is only the beginning of our forbidden love story. And I can’t wait to see where it takes us next.
Cousin Footjob Story
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