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Title: Thanksgiving Cousins
Author: goodbyesteven
Pairing: Me/Spencer
WARNING: The characters in this piece of FICTION are myself and my first cousin. If this turns you OFF, leave NOW. I am aware that I am going to Hell for thinking about such filth, but I was going there before I wrote this anyway, so fuck off.
We go to my aunt and uncle’s house in Massachusetts every year for Thanksgiving. We have taken part in this tradition for as long as I can remember. My aunt and uncle have nine children ranging in ages 23 to 4. Their second to oldest son is called Spencer and he is a senior at Princeton University. And he is one of the absolutely most gorgeous human beings on the face of this planet. For as long as I can remember, I have had this sick and twisted crush on him. I have always said to myself, if he was willing, I’d totally fuck him…even if it is illegal to perform incest. I have always believed in the whole Benji/Joel theory and the Mikey/Gerard theory so I figured there can be a Whitney/Spencer theory.
So next Thanksgiving here is what I hope happens. We are going to arrive first at my aunt’s huge green house. A few of the kids are going to be hanging around in the kitchen, helping my aunt, but the majority of them are in the other room watching television. Spencer has a few friends visiting from Australia and England that he met at school the year before. They will come later as they are out getting something my aunt forgot to pick up at the store. I sit around with my mother being bored because I always hate coming to this get together because no one ever pays attention to me. It’s almost like I’m not part of the family. Whatever I hate all the people in my family anyways, except for my Spence.
So everyone just hangs out, munching on appetizers, chatting, and waiting for other people to show up. My other aunt and uncle and cousin arrive and finally a few minutes later, Spencer comes home. I receive my long awaited hug from him, me having to stand on my tip toes as he is well over six feet tall. When he pulls back he takes a second glance at me and smiles gently. I blush and smile back. He then turns his attention to my mother and kisses her on the cheek, greeting her happily. He goes on to introduce his friends and help his mother with the missing ingredient he just retrieved for her at the store. I chat with my aunt about school for about five minutes until some more random people show up and she decides they are much more interesting than me. So I am once again standing by myself. I decide I’d rather be sitting by myself so I head into the other room where the younger of my cousins are all sitting watching football on their big screen television. I watch, not caring whose playing or what the score is.
After a few minutes, I’m about to doze off when I feel the overstuffed couch sink down next to me. I look and it’s Spencer. I smile shyly as we have never really talked before. He returns a smile and asks me what’s going on, how’s school, all that mumbo jumbo. I tell him school’s lame and I kind of hate it, and he gives me lame advice. He would know, being the genius he is at Princeton. I decide to humor him because I love him and tell him that I’ll keep his wise words in mind. After a few more minutes of talking, we’ll realize that all the younger kids have left the room because shrimp cocktail has been served in the kitchen. There will be an awkward silence for a moment until he shifts in his seat towards me and takes my hand. He’ll tell me that even though I’m his first cousin, he’s always thought I was beautiful and has always had this sick and twisted fantasy of us being together. Then he’ll take my face in his hands and pull me towards him. His soft lips with meet mine and our eyes will close simultaneously.
My hands will reach up to his shoulders and his hands will lower to around my waist. My mouth will open and his tongue will slide in to run along my teeth. His mouth will open more and our kiss will deepen. He will hold onto my hip and pull me so I climb into his lap and I will run my hands through his hair. I feel like the more dominant one being on top of him. A soft moan escapes from his lips into my mouth and that just gets me hotter. His hands sneak up to the top button on my cardigan sweater and start to unbutton it. I continue to manipulate his lips and tongue, pulling his bottom lip slightly with my teeth. His hands are now tugging on my white collared shirt, untucking it from my corduroys. His hands slide up under my shirt and grab my breasts. It’s my turn to moan into his mouth and my hands fall onto the crotch of his pants. He cries out at the contact. I tug the zipper down and slide my hand in, finding the slit of his boxers quickly. I find his semi-hard cock and pull it out, sliding my fingers up his long shaft. He moves his hips up, trying to get me to move my hand faster. I pull back from our kiss and smile at him, giggling lightly.
“Calm down, boy,” I whisper in his ear, my tongue trailing outside is ear lobe. I feel him shudder under my touch. I suck on his neck and his hand goes up to run through my hair. I am still pumping his cock slowly with my hand and he is getting harder with every movement. He leans his head back and lets me go at it on his hot skin. After a few minutes, his dick is pulsing in my hand, his hot searing skin almost burning me. I unattached myself from him neck and slide down his body until I am kneeling on the floor in front of him. I shove his knees apart and his long legs give way to my force. His huge slick cock is standing ready so I wrap my hand around the shaft and lean forward to touch the tip of my tongue to the drop of precum that has accumulated there. I look up and see that my cousin’s eyes are squeezed shut, his head thrown all the way back. He is almost in pain so I open my mouth and guide his erection in. He is so big that I can barely fit even half of it in my mouth, but I do my best in deep throating him immediately.
My tongue is flat against him, I’m sucking hard, trying to get him in as far into my mouth as he can go, without me gagging. I swallow, allowing him to slide in deeper and I feel his tip pressing against the back of my throat. He elicits a moan that is quite loud and I worry for a moment that the rest of our family heard him and will come in to see what’s going on. But everyone is too involved with Thanksgiving to care about us.
So we keep going. I move my mouth over him in a steady rhythm. I move up to suck on the tip and then plunge him back in my mouth as far as he can go. I apply a variety of pressure to his cock and he seems to like it, his hands buried deep in my hair, his eyes squeezed shut. I lick up his length and light drag my teeth over the tip and this sends him over the edge. I move my mouth completely over him as he comes down my throat. His warmth spills into my mouth and I swallow everything. He tastes so good. I look up at him and he smiles tiredly. I crawl back up into his lap and kiss him openly on the mouth, making him taste himself on my tongue. He pulls back and licks his lips. His heavy breathing returns to normal and we just sit, holding each other.
Eventually the younger kids start filing back into the room so we have to sit apart like nothing just happened and continue to watch football until it is announced that dinner is served. Everyone lines up in the dining room, piling delicious food onto their plates. Once everyone has what they want to eat, they head into the hallway where the long table is set up. The kids sit at one end while the adults are situated at the other. Spencer pulls out my chair for me and then sits himself down next to me. We hold hands as we say grace, but continue to fondle each other under the tablecloth. I lean over to him in the middle of the meal when I’m sure no one is listening.
I whisper, “You taste better than the most delicious Thanksgiving meal.” He just smiles and blushes. After the meal is over, Spence and I separate from all of our family and run away to an empty room upstairs and make out for a while when I’m pretty sure people are starting to head home. So we go back downstairs and sure enough, my parents are getting ready to leave. Spencer pulls me aside and kisses me once more before I have to leave. As he is hugging me, he whispers in my ear,
“Until next year, cuz.”
Author: goodbyesteven
Pairing: Me/Spencer
WARNING: The characters in this piece of FICTION are myself and my first cousin. If this turns you OFF, leave NOW. I am aware that I am going to Hell for thinking about such filth, but I was going there before I wrote this anyway, so fuck off.
We go to my aunt and uncle’s house in Massachusetts every year for Thanksgiving. We have taken part in this tradition for as long as I can remember. My aunt and uncle have nine children ranging in ages 23 to 4. Their second to oldest son is called Spencer and he is a senior at Princeton University. And he is one of the absolutely most gorgeous human beings on the face of this planet. For as long as I can remember, I have had this sick and twisted crush on him. I have always said to myself, if he was willing, I’d totally fuck him…even if it is illegal to perform incest. I have always believed in the whole Benji/Joel theory and the Mikey/Gerard theory so I figured there can be a Whitney/Spencer theory.
So next Thanksgiving here is what I hope happens. We are going to arrive first at my aunt’s huge green house. A few of the kids are going to be hanging around in the kitchen, helping my aunt, but the majority of them are in the other room watching television. Spencer has a few friends visiting from Australia and England that he met at school the year before. They will come later as they are out getting something my aunt forgot to pick up at the store. I sit around with my mother being bored because I always hate coming to this get together because no one ever pays attention to me. It’s almost like I’m not part of the family. Whatever I hate all the people in my family anyways, except for my Spence.
So everyone just hangs out, munching on appetizers, chatting, and waiting for other people to show up. My other aunt and uncle and cousin arrive and finally a few minutes later, Spencer comes home. I receive my long awaited hug from him, me having to stand on my tip toes as he is well over six feet tall. When he pulls back he takes a second glance at me and smiles gently. I blush and smile back. He then turns his attention to my mother and kisses her on the cheek, greeting her happily. He goes on to introduce his friends and help his mother with the missing ingredient he just retrieved for her at the store. I chat with my aunt about school for about five minutes until some more random people show up and she decides they are much more interesting than me. So I am once again standing by myself. I decide I’d rather be sitting by myself so I head into the other room where the younger of my cousins are all sitting watching football on their big screen television. I watch, not caring whose playing or what the score is.
After a few minutes, I’m about to doze off when I feel the overstuffed couch sink down next to me. I look and it’s Spencer. I smile shyly as we have never really talked before. He returns a smile and asks me what’s going on, how’s school, all that mumbo jumbo. I tell him school’s lame and I kind of hate it, and he gives me lame advice. He would know, being the genius he is at Princeton. I decide to humor him because I love him and tell him that I’ll keep his wise words in mind. After a few more minutes of talking, we’ll realize that all the younger kids have left the room because shrimp cocktail has been served in the kitchen. There will be an awkward silence for a moment until he shifts in his seat towards me and takes my hand. He’ll tell me that even though I’m his first cousin, he’s always thought I was beautiful and has always had this sick and twisted fantasy of us being together. Then he’ll take my face in his hands and pull me towards him. His soft lips with meet mine and our eyes will close simultaneously.
My hands will reach up to his shoulders and his hands will lower to around my waist. My mouth will open and his tongue will slide in to run along my teeth. His mouth will open more and our kiss will deepen. He will hold onto my hip and pull me so I climb into his lap and I will run my hands through his hair. I feel like the more dominant one being on top of him. A soft moan escapes from his lips into my mouth and that just gets me hotter. His hands sneak up to the top button on my cardigan sweater and start to unbutton it. I continue to manipulate his lips and tongue, pulling his bottom lip slightly with my teeth. His hands are now tugging on my white collared shirt, untucking it from my corduroys. His hands slide up under my shirt and grab my breasts. It’s my turn to moan into his mouth and my hands fall onto the crotch of his pants. He cries out at the contact. I tug the zipper down and slide my hand in, finding the slit of his boxers quickly. I find his semi-hard cock and pull it out, sliding my fingers up his long shaft. He moves his hips up, trying to get me to move my hand faster. I pull back from our kiss and smile at him, giggling lightly.
“Calm down, boy,” I whisper in his ear, my tongue trailing outside is ear lobe. I feel him shudder under my touch. I suck on his neck and his hand goes up to run through my hair. I am still pumping his cock slowly with my hand and he is getting harder with every movement. He leans his head back and lets me go at it on his hot skin. After a few minutes, his dick is pulsing in my hand, his hot searing skin almost burning me. I unattached myself from him neck and slide down his body until I am kneeling on the floor in front of him. I shove his knees apart and his long legs give way to my force. His huge slick cock is standing ready so I wrap my hand around the shaft and lean forward to touch the tip of my tongue to the drop of precum that has accumulated there. I look up and see that my cousin’s eyes are squeezed shut, his head thrown all the way back. He is almost in pain so I open my mouth and guide his erection in. He is so big that I can barely fit even half of it in my mouth, but I do my best in deep throating him immediately.
My tongue is flat against him, I’m sucking hard, trying to get him in as far into my mouth as he can go, without me gagging. I swallow, allowing him to slide in deeper and I feel his tip pressing against the back of my throat. He elicits a moan that is quite loud and I worry for a moment that the rest of our family heard him and will come in to see what’s going on. But everyone is too involved with Thanksgiving to care about us.
So we keep going. I move my mouth over him in a steady rhythm. I move up to suck on the tip and then plunge him back in my mouth as far as he can go. I apply a variety of pressure to his cock and he seems to like it, his hands buried deep in my hair, his eyes squeezed shut. I lick up his length and light drag my teeth over the tip and this sends him over the edge. I move my mouth completely over him as he comes down my throat. His warmth spills into my mouth and I swallow everything. He tastes so good. I look up at him and he smiles tiredly. I crawl back up into his lap and kiss him openly on the mouth, making him taste himself on my tongue. He pulls back and licks his lips. His heavy breathing returns to normal and we just sit, holding each other.
Eventually the younger kids start filing back into the room so we have to sit apart like nothing just happened and continue to watch football until it is announced that dinner is served. Everyone lines up in the dining room, piling delicious food onto their plates. Once everyone has what they want to eat, they head into the hallway where the long table is set up. The kids sit at one end while the adults are situated at the other. Spencer pulls out my chair for me and then sits himself down next to me. We hold hands as we say grace, but continue to fondle each other under the tablecloth. I lean over to him in the middle of the meal when I’m sure no one is listening.
I whisper, “You taste better than the most delicious Thanksgiving meal.” He just smiles and blushes. After the meal is over, Spence and I separate from all of our family and run away to an empty room upstairs and make out for a while when I’m pretty sure people are starting to head home. So we go back downstairs and sure enough, my parents are getting ready to leave. Spencer pulls me aside and kisses me once more before I have to leave. As he is hugging me, he whispers in my ear,
“Until next year, cuz.”