“Oh, that’s cruel. Making your cousin sleep on the floor when you could just walk next door,” Mom said.
“Oh, Clint wouldn’t mind,” Aunt Cheryl said. “He’s a gentleman like his father.” She took a long drink of her wine. “Just like him…”
I squirmed. It would be so easy for Clint and I to take that final step in our relationship, to cross the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that thought, my cheeks burning, and asked them, “Well, um, what are you two going to do tonight?”
I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Clint just in case someone became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.
Mom glanced at the wine glass in Aunt Cheryl’s hand. “Oh, soak in the last rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk.”
They talked a lot lately. Aunt Cheryl was drinking too much wine. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom’s bedroom. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for Aunt Cheryl?
“Well, later,” I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next door. I hoped Clint liked my tank top.
* * *
Clint
“Son, I’m disappointed in you,” my father said.
It wasn’t how I expected my dream to start. “Sorry, Dad,” I shrugged, not sure how I knew I was dreaming. It just… felt like a dream.
We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Lee had done her worse. “Things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a clean house?”
“Discipline, Dad,” I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up? Why not a hot girl? Or Melody? Or Zoey?
Or Mom?
“If you want to get laid, your cousin is more than willing,” Dad continued.
“What?”
“Melody. Girl’s had a crush on you since you were kids. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her.”
“Everyone?” My cheeks burned.
“So why haven’t you made your move? She’s ripe.”
“She’s my first cousin, Dad,” I said.
“And? You’re a man. She’s a woman. You want each other. So take her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be dominant. Give her pleasure.” He paused, staring at me. “I know you’re a virgin, but you’ve watched enough porn.”
“Jesus,” I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it wasn’t real. “Come on, Dad.”
“Now porn isn’t realistic, but you’ve learned some stuff from it. Women love it when you go down on them. You make a woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she’ll eat out of your hand. She’ll want to please you back. She’ll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be strong, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a strong discipline with your women.”
“Fuck, Dad.”
“Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house fall to shit. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you didn’t…”
“You’d spank us,” I muttered. “Are you wanting me to spank my sisters?”
“And your cousins. I kept your aunt’s house in line, too. Discipline your cousins for her. It’s the man’s job.”
“Dad, you can’t say things like that. Women aren’t property.”
“Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. Show strength, and the women will want to please you, your mother included.”
“Great, now you’re saying I should seduce Mom. Fuck, I have a horny subconscious”
“Your mother could use a hard fucking.” Dad gave me a serious look. “You’ve seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was strong for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were tough. And they’ve never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you’re a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.
“Especially Melody. You love her. She loves you. Good enough reason to take her in hand and fuck her.”
“So you want me to fuck all the women in my life,” I said, rolling my eyes. “And I bet you want me to fuck Stefani, too.”
“Another girl in need of a man to keep her in line,” Dad agreed. “Glad you understand. Make me proud, Son.”
The sound of my bedroom door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the women in my life.
Though… that would be…
“Are you sleeping instead of doing the math problems?” Melody asked.
I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the thin material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and…
“You’re not wearing a bra,” I gasped, my dick throbbing harder. She had two hard nipples pointing right at me.
“I’m… not,” she said, moving into the room and closing the door behind her.
Dad’s words in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra? Her round breasts were molded by the fabric. She may as well be naked. Her nipples hard, her cheeks flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.
Strength… Confidence…
She licked her lips.”So, you need to get to–”
Melody gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jeans by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.
“Clint,” she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde hair falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of baby powder and the coconut of her body wash perfumed her. And those lips…
“I love you, Melody,” I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.
“Clint,” she whispered. “Are we…?”
“Yes.”
My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and tart at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could feel her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so hard. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.
Submitting. Yielding.
Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But Melody… I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.
She felt how hard I was. She knew where this was going. She was mine.
* * *
Melody
This was happening. This was happening.
That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Clint, his cheeks rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock…
He was so hard.
My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my mouth. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loops. No hesitation. So bold.
My cousin was such a sexy stud.
And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He hadn’t seen me naked since we were kids. I was flat back then.
No longer.
“Damn, Melody,” he groaned, staring at my firm, round breasts. His finger slid across my left tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard nipple. “Damn, those are nice.”
I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I didn’t dress like his sister Zoey, or even my bratty sister Lee, but he had still noticed me. He still desired me. His breath washed about my nipple as I trembled, exposed before him.
And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.
My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my breast. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat boiling in my pussy’s depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.
“Clint,” I groaned, shuddering on him. “Oh, wow, Clint. That’s…. oh, that’s nice. That’s… Yes!”
His dick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.
I didn’t fight as Clint turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.
My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He didn’t fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest rippling, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.
I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the same dusky tone as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.
“That feels weird,” he said. “You sucking on my nipple.”
“Not nice?” I pouted. “It felt nice when you sucked on mine.”