Log: Oshitari Yuushi and Oshitari Kenya/Keina
Who: Oshitari Yuushi and Oshitari Kenya/Keina
What: Yuushi takes his cousin shopping
When: Aug 5th
Where: Kenya’s apartment and down town at a store
Rating: NC17
Warnings: more than just kissing cousins
Some part of Kenya wanted this to be a dream, wished it was. That was a small part a the moment, despite some fear swelling up in the pit of her stomach about what sex as a woman would be like. She hadn’t even had it as a man yet! But the gentleness of Yuushi’s touch was so nice, all it left Kenya doing was giving a soft sign in appreciation. At least if it had to be anyone, it was a womanizer that probably knew a female’s body better than most women.
What should her answer be? Should she play coy and ask about the panties or would that break the mood? Ah, the hell with it!
Kenya slid her arm to hook around broad shoulders, fingers winding their way between strands of hair despite the ponytail. She raised herself a little as she pulled him down to meet her, lips on lips in a somewhat not so chaste kiss. Score one for the virgin!
He was sure she was going to smack him...or kick him in the balls...or both. But instead, her arms went around him. Instead, she was pressing against him. It was more than saying it with words. She was saying it with her body. It was okay. More than okay. And her lips. Her sweet perfect lips. She was kissing him. He refused to stand there like an idiot. Even though he was dumbfounded that his cousin had finally responded favorably to his continual advances. He kissed back. A sensual, sinful kiss, using all his skill. Tongue seeking tongue, hand lightly massaging her breast, slowly playing with her nipple, his other sneaking into her pants. He hadn’t forgotten at all. She didn’t have underpants on. He had unhindered access.
He groaned a little. If this was a dream, he swore to god he never wanted to wake up from it. He finally got Keina...Kenya. He wasn’t going to stop now. Not when he was finally getting what he wanted.
Ngh. Yuushi was definitely going to get most of the points from now on, yet somehow that didn’t seem to make her feel as competitive with him as it might if he were himself. Odd.
That tongue and those hands were devilish, though. They were making her knees wobble already, and things had barely begun. Nor could she keep up with Yuushi’s devouring kiss, despite the fact she was trying desperately, sucking on Yuushi’s tongue gently when it entered her mouth. Kenya was sure her cheeks were burning as heat rose to them as well as already starting to pool between her legs. That couldn’t be helped with the way Yuushi’s fingers were working on her, though. But how to get him back...?
Kenya wasn’t as tall as she had been as a man. Her waist barely reached his hips so she couldn’t successfully grind against him without it being awkward, though she tried as she gently tugged his hair.
She was amazing. Every inch he touched. Even her attempts not to just be overwhelmed. But Yuushi was going to. He was going to overwhelm her. He was going to give her a day she’d remember forever. And though he knew he couldn’t go all the way here, he knew he could certainly get close enough to it. He was sure she would let him. She responded so well to him. He could kiss her forever. Touch her forever. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet. He had seen that luscious body in the shower. Now he wanted the view up close and personal.
The hand in her pants moved to lightly push...Just enough to make the fabric fall away. At the same time, his other hand moved to unclasp the bra he had just clasped. There... Perfect and beautiful. He wanted to push her against the wall, Hike those perfect legs around his hips and let her feel how hard he was getting from this. But he had to move slower. He couldn’t scare her now. He had to go at a snail’s pace, regardless of how it might normally have annoyed his speedy cousin. Fingertips returning to their former places, once more stroking. The one on her breast a wicked tease, the one below creeping up her thigh, ever so slowly to her crotch. He wondered if she would let him touch her there.
Making her naked wasn’t exactly a snail’s pace, but being that it was Kenya. Well. Faster was okay too. N-not that she felt all that comfortable being so completely naked, but at least she didn’t remember that they were in a public place. That at any moment someone could unlock the door to make sure they weren’t doing exactly what they were. It just seemed that it was only them where they were, that secluded in her mind.
“Yuu--” She mewled softly, back arching just slightly into his touch. It was so sinful but his touch did something to her that she didn’t think would have the same impact if they were doing this where both of them were men. A woman’s body had so many nice sensations, that even just squeezing her breast the right way earned a soft gasp. That a flick of nipple made her arch, and the hand on her thigh held so much anticipation that it made her more wet to think about where it was heading. It was all enough to make her tug at his lips in the hope that he would move faster.
Still the little speed star it seemed. He would give her what she wanted. What...they wanted. He wanted to hear her moan more. He wished it was soundproof. Sex cries would surely get them kicked out of the store...possibly even arrested. But he didn’t care at the moment. Right now, he was focused on seeing how many sensations he could give her at one time. And though he immediately regretted it, his lips moved from hers and started kissing down her neck. A hickey...it was so trashy. He’d never left one before. Never let a man...or a woman...leave one on him. But he was tempted to break that rule now, and why not. He was already breaking every rule he had. Every rule society had. And he was enjoying every damn minute of it.
His left hand discovered the end of her thigh and lightly sought out the fragile folds of her sex. A little rub with just two of his fingers. Just to test the waters...in more ways than one. “Keina...” He groaned, so so softly against her neck. “You’re...just so perfect.”
Immediately the anticipation was met with the reward of pleasure and another gasp being ripped from Kenya’s lips. This time it was much louder, but nothing that couldn’t be masked somehow. She wanted to bury her head against him so she could cry out at her own leisure, but she’d just have to treat it like when Yuushi recited that poem in her ear. In fact, she still didn’t know if Yuushi heard when she came or not. If he heard the muffled shout as Kenya buried his head in his pillow. He’d played that off as stubbing his toe in any case, just to be sure. This time, there was no saving grace of being able to use a pillow. Keina would just have to bite her lip when that moment came. Though honestly, it wasn’t any time within the next several strokes so she might be safe. For a little while.
Kenya’s fingers tightened in Yuushi’s hair for some grounding as she opened her eyes to see what Yuushi saw. The image staring back at her didn’t match how he knew himself and it made her feel something like a pervert, yet at the same time... it made her even more hot for the man at her back. Enough that one hand slipped from around Yuushi’s neck to slide between them, delicate hand disappearing as she slid between her own naked backside and the front of Yuushi’s pants. Heat rose on her cheeks once more to realize he was already hard, but it didn’t stop her from gently massaging him back. Maybe a silent urging that she... she wouldn’t mind going further.
That gasp. It was different yet it still did the same thing as the masculine one he had heard over the phone. That poem...it had been about Kenya. Most all his most romantic or perverse poems were about him. A few short stories for a gay magazine as well. He would have new poems now. New stories. New dreams. All with his cousin as the key player. The main character. The one being loved and made love to. He wanted to hear it again. His hands worked to get that sound. Stroking, always amazed by how easily his fingers could glide, seeking entry into her wetness and pausing only when his fingertips encountered that precious gate. That singular gift that a woman could only give once in her life. How many had he taken. How many times had he accepted that gift. He didn’t want to think about it, because those times did not compare with now. All of that was just distant memory and this was what he had been looking for, hunting for. Longing for.
Yuushi joined her soft high melody with his quiet groan. Her hand...she was...kissing him had been amazing. But she was touching him. She had found just how turned on his was by her. Just how much his little tensai liked her. His hardness responded just as his voice did, straining against his pants to get more of her touch. A touch that wasn’t as fumbling as most virgins because Kenya had been a man until very recently. A man always knew how best to touch another man, in his opinion. But he knew that was dangerous territory. Because if she didn’t mind...Yuushi always carried a spare rubber in his wallet...
Kenya bit her lip, head rolling back almost spinelessly to rest against Yuushi’s shoulder, all her effort going into keeping her lips from giving them away. Even if they felt a million miles away at the moment, she knew to be quiet. That she couldn’t dare be louder than a whisper even if she wanted to be. She did, too. Kenya wanted Yuushi to know how wonderful it felt to have his fingers against her, to know that she actually wanted him inside her. She felt so insecure about that part, though. Fingers actually delving inside of her, making her feel both uncomfortable and empowered.
What did Yuushi think about her being a complete virgin? Was it right to give that sort of thing to him? Kenya knew it wasn’t and should feel so much more guilty than she did at the moment for even having any feelings for Yuushi, let alone the kind that lead them into doing what they were. She decided to forcibly remove it from her mind for now, in order to enjoy the moment.
“It’s not... disgusting that I’m a.. a virgin, is it?” She asked, still palming Yuushi - squeezing his manhood gently through fabric like she was trying to goad him into action, in the hopes he enjoyed it too much and wanted what his fingers already knew.
His fingers moved as much as he dared. Did he take it? If he did...did he want it to be with his fingers...his tongue...his cock. with that hand there, the third option was sounding much much nicer. But each stroke was met with a stroke of his own. The hand upon her breast moved, just to support her in a gentle hold. She wouldn’t fall. She wouldn’t get hurt. He had her. He had her and he wasn’t letting go.
“Keina...” He murmured, thumb rubbing against her clit, “You shouldn’t worry about that sort of thing. I want you and I’ve wanted you for years. I finally get to have you. Something like that isn’t going to be a turn off. Something like that...makes me want to take it. To let you feel just how much I desire you. To make love to you right here and right now. To make you mine. So no...it doesn’t. Does it disgust you that I’m not?” It was a legitimate question, as Kenya had always decried his skirt chasing ways.
There had always been a reason Kenya was so vocal about how Yuushi treated women; he felt bad for them. Yuushi would always ‘love em and leave em’, then repeat the action all over again with someone else. His relationships never lasted long, and though he never actually saw any of it, he heard enough gossip from his mother during their talks. She would try to make him talk sense into Yuushi, but he didn’t ever dare besides a snide comment or two. It was Yuushi’s life to live. But it did provoke the question of if that would become him. If Yuushi said it to all the girls he made love to. Should Kenya believe him, and that it wasn’t bedroom talk?
Her body was burning too much to make it a rational decision, a soft ‘nnn’ dropping from her lips as she nuzzled the side of his head, lips a breath away from Yuushi’s ear. “Take me, Yuu.” She whispered breathily, fingers already making their way to Yuushi’s zipper. “I want you to be my first.”
It was not all bedroom talk and maybe one day Yuushi would explain his string of past lovers to Kenya. Though he doubted he would believe a word of it. But that wasn’t important. What was was those magic words. Those little magic words. Kenya wanted him to...his dearest Kenya...his sweet Keina...he could hear his zipper draw down and he moaned in relief. Much better. But now she would see just what she did to him.
He wouldn’t stop there. Not now. He would finish what he started. He’d do it now and deal with the aftermath later. He just wished there was a way to do this without using a wall for support. A rocking changing room would give them away worse than their whispered moaning. Maybe Kenya was light enough that he could just pick her up and do it that way. But he doubted his own strength. Laying down wasn’t much of an option either. That just left this position. If she bent just slightly, he could...and they’d not knock into anything. It wasn’t terrible romantic for a first time though and first times were very special. He was already ruining it by it not being on a bed of roses and instead in some changing room at some woman’s clothing store. He’d make it up to her later...somehow.
“In my left pocket...my wallet...” He knew Kenya knew what he kept there. “Get it out and put it on me?” He wasn’t going to risk getting his cousin pregnant, if only because he didn’t know what would happen. That and of all the many conquests he had, Yuushi was careful in general. No paternity tests so far.
The fact that Yuushi was talking about a condom gave her pause, if only for not expecting it. Kenya was still misguided enough that despite being physically reminded that at present she was a woman, still thinking of herself as a man. It took her a moment to register that before she sprung into action. She wiggled free of that grasp he had on her, though rather than immediately going for his wallet, she moved the clothing from the bench in the dressing room. It was solid enough, and had enough room for Yuushi to sit.
However, in doing so, she did manage to display herself in a very risque manner, her backside completely exposed for his viewing pleasure as she slid both piles to one side. That was when she did turn back to him, sinking to the floor on her knees as she wrapped her arms around Yuushi’s waist, pulling him toward her. Delicate fingers pulled the wallet from his pocket, but did nothing to open it and get the condom out. Instead, they found their way back to the front of his pants, undoing each clasp that held him in place. She slid his pants halfway down his thighs but no further before she pulled him, delicately, from the last of his confines.
“You’ve had your fun, Yuu-” Kenya winked, smirking up at him from under shaggy blond hair. “It’s my turn~”
In a moments notice, she was holding him to her mouth, tongue flicking out to roll over the head of his manhood. She’d seen enough porn, at least, to know how to give a good blowjob. N-not that Kenya watched it for that, but he did take tips!
God! Kenya was... Just when he thought she couldn’t get any hotter, she found new ways to turn him on more. That mouth. He wanted to tease her. Ask her where she’d learned such things. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter where she learned. What mattered was those sweet lips around his cock. And the hope, in the back of his mind, that Keina didn’t dislike this. That she enjoyed it. That she might want to do this with him if and when she changed. Would she still want to as a guy. Because Yuushi would want to keep her, even when she returned to having a different set of equally fun bodyparts to play with.
It was his turn to lose his fingers in her hair. They tangled in that shaggy blond. So soft. He tugged it to tell her that she was doing a good job. That he was enjoying it. That he wanted more. “Keina...” He groaned her new name softly.
Warm brown eyes sparkled up as she took in how Yuushi was taking things. He seemed to be okay with it, but to be completely honest Kenya was actually kind of nervous about giving her first blowjob. Was she doing it right? It couldn’t be that bad if Yuushi didn’t tug her away, right?
The fact that she felt more natural doing something so wicked to a man, than she ever had even just dating a woman (as a man) didn’t get lost on her either. It was encouraging, but also very confusing. Was it because it was Yuushi or was Kenya actually gay? Or... in this case, straight. Maybe it was because he was a she? Ugh. So many things to consider when she didn’t feel the need to shove Yuushi’s cock in her mouth and suck on him until he made everyone in the store alert to what they were actually doing in the changing room.
Kenya’s mouth swallowed Yuushi’s manhood, lips forming a nice seal around him as she descended down until the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. It made her gag reflexively, but she didn’t let off at all, and instead started sucking Yuushi like he was a delicious lollipop. Complete with popping him out of her mouth to suckle on the head.
“Sit down, Yuu.” Kenya said, reaching down for the wallet finally, fingers nimble as they weaved between the leather to pull out the condom inside. “You’re going to need--” She gave him a quick pump with her hand. “To brace yourself for what’s coming.”
He didn’t know how much he was confusing Kenya. At the moment, his mind was on one thing. That was just how wonderful those lips felt and just how hard it was to keep himself quiet. It seemed that was going to get even harder. He sat back on demand, legs unable to support him any more. He wondered why he had never imagined this. That his cousin would be so wonderfully in charge. It was a bit of a turn on in a way.
“Keina...” He purred softly, fully aware that he was going to say something that would normally never come out of his mouth. “You best hurry up.” For a few reasons. Her mouth had really brought him close. Plus there was the sales woman. Where they were...she could come and check on them at any time. The last he needed was for someone to come in before he managed to make the blond his.
While Yuushi sat, Kenya made herself busy with unwrapping the ring of latex from the package, careful not to drop it as she brought it to her mouth. This hadn’t been in any porno she’d seen before, condoms always seeming to just magically appear on the guy’s cock, but she figured Yuushi might like it. Her lips wrapped around Yuushi’s cock once more, firm hand keeping him steady as she descended down as far as she could in the way she was. Which was disappointingly not long enough, before delicate fingers rolled it the rest of the way toward the base of Yuushi’s cock.
When she was done, Kenya winked at Yuushi, somehow not... feeling that shy. It was odd, to know that she could be like this and feel so empowered. Was sex like this as a man? Could she bring Yuushi to his knees if she was still herself?
“Please say nothing will change,” She whispered as she wrapped an arm around his neck to draw him closer as she sat on Yuushi’s lap, other hand making it so it would be easy to just lower herself onto him. In fact, she could feel him pressing against her entrance, making her crave Yuushi all the more. Like he was a cure to the burning she felt in the pit of her stomach. It made Kenya less hesitant than she might have been otherwise as she actually took him slowly into herself, to make sure both of them could bear it. It hurt. She could feel the pressure welling up, driving her to rest her head on his shoulder and bite her lip, until there was a pop and a flood of relief. Kenya even sighed.
He couldn’t promise that. He couldn’t. With this...everything would change. Everything. Even if Kenya became Kenya again, he would remember this day and want it again. Perhaps not like this, but he would. He would pursue his cousin doggedly, with the intent to try and steal intimate moments together. He’d stop chasing other skirts and slacks and focus as he always did, on the one who held his heart. He might still flirt, because that was how Yuushi interacted with his world, but his heart and soul would belong to the blonde slowly lowering herself onto him. And he wouldn’t lie to her to make her feel better. He wouldn’t tell her things would be staying exactly the same. Kenya could act and treat him the same, but Yuushi would not. Though he wondered how much difference would it really be, since he always seemed to treat his cousin like that.
He was saved from making that promise by the soft groan that came instead. She felt amazing around him. Her tight wet passage engulfing him, hugging him. A part of him wished that they didn’t have to use the condom. How much nicer would she feel without that thin sheath of latex in the way? He could feel that magical give that he knew had to be so painful for her and his arms went about her to lightly, carefully stroke her back. He’d have kissed her, but her face was against his shoulder. He could only pet her fondly and murmur soft nothings into her ear in a voice strained from the effort it took not to just thrust up inside of her. He had just rushed her, yet it still felt natural to coo “Take your time...Let yourself adjust.” Something he would have told her had she been male and doing this. But knowing his speed demon as he did, Yuushi was sure the blond wouldn’t exactly take that time.
That was a wrong assumption, on Yuushi’s part. Kenya liked speed and did things at her own pace, which tended to be much faster than everyone elses, but she at least knew it was best not to hurt herself. To actually take that time to get used to being so completely filled, and enjoy the feel of Yuushi’s arms around her. It did something to her, feeling so nice and secure where she was, despite the fact they could be caught any time. She heard the effort it took Yuushi to talk too, and it filled her with more empowerment.
Kenya leaned back some, knees digging into the bench as she quickly loosened a few buttons on Yuushi’s shirt, enough that she could see some of his chest. It looked smoother and nothing like her own, but it did something to her that seeing breasts hadn’t. Maybe it was because of Yuushi, but either way her hips started rocking, eyes hungry as she locked onto dark eyes. “Should I tell you that instead?”
Her hands sliding against his chest. He was glad that he still worked out a bit. He didn’t allow himself to become soft or flabby. It seemed that the blonde appreciated it. He appreciated Kenya as well. His shifted as she did, hands lightly sliding to hold her around the waste. His hands grasping around her middle, helping her move a little more. His fingertips lightly stroked over her flesh as they moved in tandem. Pressing up against her as she rocked against him. “You...” He panted, one hand sliding from her middle to her thigh. Always a leg man at heart, he stroked over it as they moved. “Can tell me whatever you wanted right now...” He meant it too. She could tell him the sky was purple and he would believe her. And really, she could always tell him anything. He would listen, even if sometimes he teased.
It was probably the euphoria driving her to start shutting her thought process down, their hips gliding effortlessly together like they were meant for eachother. Despite this Kenya was mindful to keep quiet even though it was the epitome of difficult when Yuushi felt so good. He hit spots inside and out of her body that she didn’t know existed to make her spine curve slightly in pleasure.
Kenya leaned forward and tugged Yuushi into a hot, open-mouthed kiss that didn’t last as long as she would have hoped before moaning softly. Was it a stupid move to give him permission to use her bed in whatever perverse ways that Yuushi could think of? Should they continue? Why hadn’t they slept together sooner? “When we... get back to my place... do... as -- ah! -- many wicked things -- nnn -- as you want to me.”
Blanket permission. Oh what a wonderful lovely day. He was definitely going to take advantage of that offer. Perhaps, he might just move in with his cousin. That way he could take advantage of this for as long as he could. Perhaps he would just move on in after today and see just how long he would be allowed to stay before he was kicked out and had to go back to the dorms. He could make passionate love to her until she was too tired to move or even protest, then he’d head back to the dorms to get a few things and come right back and...start all over again ravishing her. Surely, he’d be able to keep performing. He could go quite a while and recovered pretty quickly. He would keep going until he made sure his cousin was completely satisfied. “Your wish.” He panted and thrusted up rather fervently, “Is my command.” He punctuated that promise with another kiss. Starving and unable to be sated except by the blond. And he wished he could say that. He wished he could tell her that she had been what he had always been looking for, always been after. But right now, such words might seem only driven by the sex and not by his heart. Later, he promised himself. Later, he would admit to Kenya just how long he had waited and just how much he adored the blond.
Little did Yuushi know that it meant it was more of a ‘one day only’ type of thing. That the clock would start ticking down, whether she wanted it to or not, once they got back to her apartment. Eventually the gravity of the situation would slam into her and it might be best to not be around when it did.
That time, fortunately, was not now. Now, Kenya concentrated on those lips until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her lungs burned with the need for air so much faster with the energy she was expending by riding his lap that she had to rest her forehead on his shoulder so she could keep going. Yuushi felt so good pistoning inside her, making her feel so alive with every spark of pleasure that shot through her. It was getting to be so much to bear, that she didn’t think she could hold on for much longer.
“Yuu--!” She moaned softly. “C-come with me.”
Those words. He would hear them in his most erotic dreams for some time to come. He could not deny the request either. In fact, it was rather much impossible to. The way her body clenched around him. That way her body caressed and moved against his. Her sweet lips. Her perfect hips bouncing, helped by his own thrusts and a gentle guiding hand. He knew that with the condom, she might not feel the full effect of it, but safety first. “Anything for you.” He groaned back, against her ear. Shifting a bit, his hips moved faster. Chasing that oncoming orgasm, trying to catch up with it to be together with his love. So that in one last thing, they could be one.
He knew this would be the hardest time though. Keeping quiet for this. The buildup was getting excruciating and he was sure she could feel the way he pulsed inside of her the closer he got. But he could do it. He could stay quiet. He wouldn’t alert anyone to what they were doing. And after, he would just grab whatever clothing he could and get them out of there in order to get back to doing something terribly more enjoyable than shopping. His climax came with a small deep thrumming purr against her ear. A purr that sounded a great deal like a love confession beneath that sultry groan.
The faster Yuushi went inside of her, the more Kenya’s toes wanted to curl and the harder it got to not utter a peep as she bound toward her threshold like a train barreling out of control. She wanted to scream, to sing, to at least sound like she was enjoying herself as much as she really was. Kenya’s nails clawed into Yuushi as her body wound tighter and tighter, teeth even managing to start digging into his shoulder until finally his purr echoed through her body, acting like the ignition switch. All she felt was a rush of euphoria and relief as she came, moaning against the fabric of Yuushi’s shirt in the hopes it muffled some of the loudness.
It didn’t mean she stopped her own hips, wanting to milk the whole sensation for what it was worth. Eventually her motion did calm, slowing until she was nothing but a panting, satisfied woman on the lap of someone that confused her.
He would have teeth marks. He, who never had a hickey, would be wearing those marks like a badge of honor. They were the proof that he had brought her the deepest of pleasures and helped bring her to her first orgasm. He had made her his woman, and in turn, she had branded him as her man. Even if no one ever saw the marks, Yuushi would know they were there. Later, they might even hurt a little, but at the moment, he was still floating in that beautiful afterglow that came from coming hard. It didn’t stop those amazing jolts of pure pleasure as she moved, sensitive to everything after his own climax.
Finally, it was over and his hands slid back up to just stroke over her back fondly. To reach up and caress her beautiful sated face. To run fingers through sweat dampened blond hair. Yuushi enjoyed cuddling after sex. He enjoyed those long intimate moments when he could lay with his lover in an embrace and just bask in the wonderfulness of the moment they had shared together. But there would be no laying here, no basking for too long. No post-coital cigarette either. They would have to move. Clean up. Look like they hadn’t just made passionate love in the changing room. Could Kenya even walk though. He had helped her take her own virginity. He knew once the last of the pleasure left her, it might not be too comfortable, only because of the many women he had robbed of that treasure. He hoped to get her home and lay her back down before any discomfort hit her.
But he didn’t want to rush at all. As much as they needed to, he wanted just another moment. Another kiss. Another touch. He couldn't get enough of her. He had gotten a taste of forbidden fruit and he was already addicted to it. Already addicted to his cousin and the way she made him feel. “Keina...” He murmured between sweet, rather romantic pecks, “You truly are perfect...” for him. The last part was unspoken but still there, hovering above the conversation.
Kenya smiled lazily, taking the affection without question. She didn’t know what to say to Yuushi’s words, but it didn’t stop her from feeling warm and comfortable despite not wearing anything. Didn’t stop her from just as lazily leaning away from him so she could button his shirt back up as one thing they wouldn’t need to do so soon. She wanted to burrow into him and sleep until they both had energy again.
Alas, that was not something they could have at the moment.
She sighed softly, kissing Yuushi’s neck before she pulled away entirely. Tired muscles moved, but as legs hit the floor Kenya found that she couldn’t stand as well without having to brace herself against the wall, nearly falling without doing so. Wow. She bet Yuushi would probably be smug about that, along with a number of other things that had just happened. “Do you need help with that...? I-I mean we should pick something and leave before they find out.”
He did feel a bit smug at that. That he had made his cousin unable to stand correctly meant that he had done a damn good job with her. He stood as well, pulling off the condom and then tucking himself away. He’s deal with the disposal later on. For now, he just tucked it away in his pocket and zipped up his pants, retucking in his shirt. Other than his slightly messy hair and the satisfied flush on his face, there was no evidence as to what he had just done. Only once he was put together he went to his cousin. Her bra was still resting where he had unhooked it. With care, he rehooked it, pulling the tag. He would pay for it, so that she could wear it home. The same with the underpants, a set that he picked up.
Kneeling before her, he started to get those on her as well. Lightly kissing at her thigh, tempted to bury his face in her crotch and start all over again. Later....Later. Then it was a choice of shorts she’d be able to wear as a boy, should she want to keep them and a few shirts. Enough for at least a week of changes. “I have that taken care of. You just need to hold onto me and I’ll help you walk.” And it would make them look even more like a sweet loving couple celebrating their anniversary.
“You sure that isn’t going to look weird? We came in pretty awkward.” Kenya stepped into the panties and let Yuushi pull them into place, flushing slightly when her thigh was kissed. He had touched more intimate parts of her than that, but the action alone seemed so sweet. It made Kenya actually feel loved and like a woman. She still didn’t want to be one, but at least it was bearable now that she didn’t focus so much on how uncomfortable it was to not know anything about her body. Somehow sex... it was an eye opener. In probably a lot of different ways that she wouldn’t bother thinking about at present.
Not that she had the energy to in the first place, what with wanting nothing more than to crawl into Yuushi’s arms and snuggle down for a nap.
Actually, that sounded wonderful.
“Yuu?” Kenya peeked at him through sleepy eyelids. “Can we nap first? When we get back, I mean.”
He chuckled and helped her into the new clothing, keeping the tags so he could just purchase them that way. He stood and tilted her head up a little to kiss her softly. He would love spoiling her while he could. “Of course we can. I think I’d like nothing better than to nap with you in my arms.” Just like when they had been very small, when they two of them had piled together like a pair of puppies and snoozed. But that had been a time of innocence. This was no longer that time, but he was sure that he would still feel that feeling. That warm close feeling he had felt during those long ago afternoon naps.
His hand went up to fix her hair a little and then lightly turned her so she could see herself fully dressed in the mirror. He thought she looked attractive and sexy and adorable and a lot of other things. He kissed her ear. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured. “Are you ready to meet the world again for a little bit.” He would call the taxi again and perhaps once there, he would pull her into his lap for the ride home, wanting to cuddle with her as much as possible.
It was hard not to throw her arms around Yuushi and make him carry her while she drifted into a nap. But Kenya was determined to stay awake as well as not rely too much on Yuushi to walk back out of the store. She was still herself under all that satisfaction and sleepiness, right? She hadn’t fallen total victim to her cousin’s charms, right?
However, she was stunned to see herself in the mirror looking like the cutest girl she’d ever seen. Maybe it was egotistical to say it, but she’d date herself if she wasn’t her. Nevermind the glow, but the athletic build and long legs would make her a perfect running partner if Kenya wasn’t already Kenya in female form. In fact, she posed a little for herself, making sure she not only liked how what she wore fit right, but looked good too. WIth as many clothes as Yuushi probably took off of women, he definitely should have good taste in them. Though that lead to another thought, and one that made Kenya stare at Yuushi with a strange mixture of a pout and dirty look. That is, before she elbowed him in the ribs.
“I better not just be another notch in your bedpost, by the way. I know your worst fears, Yuu.”
He watched her pose. Kenya was adorable trying to see how she looked. As if she hadn’t believed his words. He slipped an arm about her middle and kissed her ear again. He then oofed a little. Her elbow was sharp and his ribs were far too sensitive to being nudged like that. “You are far more to me that that.” He meant that. He promised it. He promised because she wasn’t just a notch. She was his ‘one true love’, the one that always got away. The one he could hold close but never have. She was his Kenya...his Keina. She would always be the most special person in his life, whether she knew it or not. He was sure his gentle grip on her waist and the way he supported her to the door of the changing room was proof enough of his secret devotion to her.
He opened the door to come face to face with a blushing saleswoman. Had she been...listening in? She seemed rather...flustered as they passed her by and he calmly thanked her for all her help and the use of the changing room. A credit card transaction later at an amount that would cause most people to think twice and he was escorting his cousin back out the door.
Kenya was mortified when coming face to face with the saleswoman. J-just how much did she know and hear? Panic rose in the pit of her stomach, made her steps feverish with the need to get away from the situation. In fact, her grip on the clothing bag was white-knuckled enough the poor string was in danger of snapping all together. Maybe that showed and maybe it didn’t, though. She couldn’t be sure, what with her cheeks being a furious shade of red, ears matching it as well.
She let Yuushi lead her out, though, and was happy to notice that the rain had stopped. It gave her something to focus on other than the woman in that store knowing that they’d done something so taboo most people would be disgusted. For whatever reason, it didn’t make Kenya feel guilty, though. In fact, as a woman no one would be able to recognize her yet since no one had seen her. It was just too bad it was too risky to take advantage of, too. If anyone saw them together...
“I’ll be okay until we get back. D’ya wanna get a quick bite before we get back?” Pulling away, she smiled at Yuushi and rubbed her belly while pulling a hungry face. “Pretty famished, aren’t you?”
He smiled at her and leaned to kiss her cheek. “A little backwards, don’t you think? Usually, it’s dinner before dessert, not after.” He meant the sex and how dates usually went. But this wasn’t usual. It was very very different, even if secretly, Yuushi still thought it as a date. “But I don’t mind that I got my dessert first. It just makes me hungry for seconds.” And thirds...and fourths...and seventy-sevenths... And he just really wanted to get Kenya back to the apartment building to have his next meal. But if the other was hungry and not just avoiding having to go back home....
“We can. I’ll just ask the taxi to drop us off somewhere nice.” He paused, “Unless you want take out. Eat it back at your place.” Too bad there wasn’t any take out food that was sexy enough to eat off Kenya’s womanly curves. “I don’t mind either way.” A lie. It was obvious in the way his hand rested on the small of her back just what he really wanted. He wanted another helping of cousin-du-jour. “We can decide in the taxi.” As if on cue the yellow cab pulled up.
Kenya blushed slightly at the mention of ‘desert’ and lightly hit Yuushi in the same fashion she did as a man to make him stop teasing. It wasn’t hard at all, though she did laugh it off enough. Takeout... that sounded appealing. If for no other reason than they might be able to get delivery. Kenya wanted fewer people to see them exchanging such intimate gestures with each other, so it didn’t get out. Both of their reputations were on the line, though Kenya cared less about her own than she did about Yuushi’s. Of the two of them, he’d be hurt more.
“Yeah well I did promise so I’m not gonna back down,” She disappeared into the back seat. In fact, she scooted over and rested the bag on her own lap, careful not to let the clothing spill onto the floor. The underwire cut into her, so she would be very glad when it was off again. For now, she winked at Yuushi and slid against him when he got in beside her. “And if you really want, I have ice cream in my freezer. But it’d be a good idea to have real food so we have energy, right? O-oh and... I don’t have any protection at my apartment.” That was whispered embarrassedly into his ear. “Never thought I’d need ‘em when I went on dates.”
No way in hell was she backing out of her promise of letting him into her pants again once they got back to her apartment. Kenya was responsible and didn’t do that sort of thing, even when it might be awkward later. Though... it wasn’t all out of just the promise. She wanted more of Yuushi. Kenya wanted to take advantage of him, make him coo sexy things in her ear and fulfil fantasies while she thought he would still be interested with a vagina between her legs. Once she was a man again, all bets would probably be off. But she could live with that... she hoped.
What: Yuushi takes his cousin shopping
When: Aug 5th
Where: Kenya’s apartment and down town at a store
Rating: NC17
Warnings: more than just kissing cousins
Some part of Kenya wanted this to be a dream, wished it was. That was a small part a the moment, despite some fear swelling up in the pit of her stomach about what sex as a woman would be like. She hadn’t even had it as a man yet! But the gentleness of Yuushi’s touch was so nice, all it left Kenya doing was giving a soft sign in appreciation. At least if it had to be anyone, it was a womanizer that probably knew a female’s body better than most women.
What should her answer be? Should she play coy and ask about the panties or would that break the mood? Ah, the hell with it!
Kenya slid her arm to hook around broad shoulders, fingers winding their way between strands of hair despite the ponytail. She raised herself a little as she pulled him down to meet her, lips on lips in a somewhat not so chaste kiss. Score one for the virgin!
He was sure she was going to smack him...or kick him in the balls...or both. But instead, her arms went around him. Instead, she was pressing against him. It was more than saying it with words. She was saying it with her body. It was okay. More than okay. And her lips. Her sweet perfect lips. She was kissing him. He refused to stand there like an idiot. Even though he was dumbfounded that his cousin had finally responded favorably to his continual advances. He kissed back. A sensual, sinful kiss, using all his skill. Tongue seeking tongue, hand lightly massaging her breast, slowly playing with her nipple, his other sneaking into her pants. He hadn’t forgotten at all. She didn’t have underpants on. He had unhindered access.
He groaned a little. If this was a dream, he swore to god he never wanted to wake up from it. He finally got Keina...Kenya. He wasn’t going to stop now. Not when he was finally getting what he wanted.
Ngh. Yuushi was definitely going to get most of the points from now on, yet somehow that didn’t seem to make her feel as competitive with him as it might if he were himself. Odd.
That tongue and those hands were devilish, though. They were making her knees wobble already, and things had barely begun. Nor could she keep up with Yuushi’s devouring kiss, despite the fact she was trying desperately, sucking on Yuushi’s tongue gently when it entered her mouth. Kenya was sure her cheeks were burning as heat rose to them as well as already starting to pool between her legs. That couldn’t be helped with the way Yuushi’s fingers were working on her, though. But how to get him back...?
Kenya wasn’t as tall as she had been as a man. Her waist barely reached his hips so she couldn’t successfully grind against him without it being awkward, though she tried as she gently tugged his hair.
She was amazing. Every inch he touched. Even her attempts not to just be overwhelmed. But Yuushi was going to. He was going to overwhelm her. He was going to give her a day she’d remember forever. And though he knew he couldn’t go all the way here, he knew he could certainly get close enough to it. He was sure she would let him. She responded so well to him. He could kiss her forever. Touch her forever. But it wasn’t enough. Not yet. He had seen that luscious body in the shower. Now he wanted the view up close and personal.
The hand in her pants moved to lightly push...Just enough to make the fabric fall away. At the same time, his other hand moved to unclasp the bra he had just clasped. There... Perfect and beautiful. He wanted to push her against the wall, Hike those perfect legs around his hips and let her feel how hard he was getting from this. But he had to move slower. He couldn’t scare her now. He had to go at a snail’s pace, regardless of how it might normally have annoyed his speedy cousin. Fingertips returning to their former places, once more stroking. The one on her breast a wicked tease, the one below creeping up her thigh, ever so slowly to her crotch. He wondered if she would let him touch her there.
Making her naked wasn’t exactly a snail’s pace, but being that it was Kenya. Well. Faster was okay too. N-not that she felt all that comfortable being so completely naked, but at least she didn’t remember that they were in a public place. That at any moment someone could unlock the door to make sure they weren’t doing exactly what they were. It just seemed that it was only them where they were, that secluded in her mind.
“Yuu--” She mewled softly, back arching just slightly into his touch. It was so sinful but his touch did something to her that she didn’t think would have the same impact if they were doing this where both of them were men. A woman’s body had so many nice sensations, that even just squeezing her breast the right way earned a soft gasp. That a flick of nipple made her arch, and the hand on her thigh held so much anticipation that it made her more wet to think about where it was heading. It was all enough to make her tug at his lips in the hope that he would move faster.
Still the little speed star it seemed. He would give her what she wanted. What...they wanted. He wanted to hear her moan more. He wished it was soundproof. Sex cries would surely get them kicked out of the store...possibly even arrested. But he didn’t care at the moment. Right now, he was focused on seeing how many sensations he could give her at one time. And though he immediately regretted it, his lips moved from hers and started kissing down her neck. A hickey...it was so trashy. He’d never left one before. Never let a man...or a woman...leave one on him. But he was tempted to break that rule now, and why not. He was already breaking every rule he had. Every rule society had. And he was enjoying every damn minute of it.
His left hand discovered the end of her thigh and lightly sought out the fragile folds of her sex. A little rub with just two of his fingers. Just to test the waters...in more ways than one. “Keina...” He groaned, so so softly against her neck. “You’re...just so perfect.”
Immediately the anticipation was met with the reward of pleasure and another gasp being ripped from Kenya’s lips. This time it was much louder, but nothing that couldn’t be masked somehow. She wanted to bury her head against him so she could cry out at her own leisure, but she’d just have to treat it like when Yuushi recited that poem in her ear. In fact, she still didn’t know if Yuushi heard when she came or not. If he heard the muffled shout as Kenya buried his head in his pillow. He’d played that off as stubbing his toe in any case, just to be sure. This time, there was no saving grace of being able to use a pillow. Keina would just have to bite her lip when that moment came. Though honestly, it wasn’t any time within the next several strokes so she might be safe. For a little while.
Kenya’s fingers tightened in Yuushi’s hair for some grounding as she opened her eyes to see what Yuushi saw. The image staring back at her didn’t match how he knew himself and it made her feel something like a pervert, yet at the same time... it made her even more hot for the man at her back. Enough that one hand slipped from around Yuushi’s neck to slide between them, delicate hand disappearing as she slid between her own naked backside and the front of Yuushi’s pants. Heat rose on her cheeks once more to realize he was already hard, but it didn’t stop her from gently massaging him back. Maybe a silent urging that she... she wouldn’t mind going further.
That gasp. It was different yet it still did the same thing as the masculine one he had heard over the phone. That poem...it had been about Kenya. Most all his most romantic or perverse poems were about him. A few short stories for a gay magazine as well. He would have new poems now. New stories. New dreams. All with his cousin as the key player. The main character. The one being loved and made love to. He wanted to hear it again. His hands worked to get that sound. Stroking, always amazed by how easily his fingers could glide, seeking entry into her wetness and pausing only when his fingertips encountered that precious gate. That singular gift that a woman could only give once in her life. How many had he taken. How many times had he accepted that gift. He didn’t want to think about it, because those times did not compare with now. All of that was just distant memory and this was what he had been looking for, hunting for. Longing for.
Yuushi joined her soft high melody with his quiet groan. Her hand...she was...kissing him had been amazing. But she was touching him. She had found just how turned on his was by her. Just how much his little tensai liked her. His hardness responded just as his voice did, straining against his pants to get more of her touch. A touch that wasn’t as fumbling as most virgins because Kenya had been a man until very recently. A man always knew how best to touch another man, in his opinion. But he knew that was dangerous territory. Because if she didn’t mind...Yuushi always carried a spare rubber in his wallet...
Kenya bit her lip, head rolling back almost spinelessly to rest against Yuushi’s shoulder, all her effort going into keeping her lips from giving them away. Even if they felt a million miles away at the moment, she knew to be quiet. That she couldn’t dare be louder than a whisper even if she wanted to be. She did, too. Kenya wanted Yuushi to know how wonderful it felt to have his fingers against her, to know that she actually wanted him inside her. She felt so insecure about that part, though. Fingers actually delving inside of her, making her feel both uncomfortable and empowered.
What did Yuushi think about her being a complete virgin? Was it right to give that sort of thing to him? Kenya knew it wasn’t and should feel so much more guilty than she did at the moment for even having any feelings for Yuushi, let alone the kind that lead them into doing what they were. She decided to forcibly remove it from her mind for now, in order to enjoy the moment.
“It’s not... disgusting that I’m a.. a virgin, is it?” She asked, still palming Yuushi - squeezing his manhood gently through fabric like she was trying to goad him into action, in the hopes he enjoyed it too much and wanted what his fingers already knew.
His fingers moved as much as he dared. Did he take it? If he did...did he want it to be with his fingers...his tongue...his cock. with that hand there, the third option was sounding much much nicer. But each stroke was met with a stroke of his own. The hand upon her breast moved, just to support her in a gentle hold. She wouldn’t fall. She wouldn’t get hurt. He had her. He had her and he wasn’t letting go.
“Keina...” He murmured, thumb rubbing against her clit, “You shouldn’t worry about that sort of thing. I want you and I’ve wanted you for years. I finally get to have you. Something like that isn’t going to be a turn off. Something like that...makes me want to take it. To let you feel just how much I desire you. To make love to you right here and right now. To make you mine. So no...it doesn’t. Does it disgust you that I’m not?” It was a legitimate question, as Kenya had always decried his skirt chasing ways.
There had always been a reason Kenya was so vocal about how Yuushi treated women; he felt bad for them. Yuushi would always ‘love em and leave em’, then repeat the action all over again with someone else. His relationships never lasted long, and though he never actually saw any of it, he heard enough gossip from his mother during their talks. She would try to make him talk sense into Yuushi, but he didn’t ever dare besides a snide comment or two. It was Yuushi’s life to live. But it did provoke the question of if that would become him. If Yuushi said it to all the girls he made love to. Should Kenya believe him, and that it wasn’t bedroom talk?
Her body was burning too much to make it a rational decision, a soft ‘nnn’ dropping from her lips as she nuzzled the side of his head, lips a breath away from Yuushi’s ear. “Take me, Yuu.” She whispered breathily, fingers already making their way to Yuushi’s zipper. “I want you to be my first.”
It was not all bedroom talk and maybe one day Yuushi would explain his string of past lovers to Kenya. Though he doubted he would believe a word of it. But that wasn’t important. What was was those magic words. Those little magic words. Kenya wanted him to...his dearest Kenya...his sweet Keina...he could hear his zipper draw down and he moaned in relief. Much better. But now she would see just what she did to him.
He wouldn’t stop there. Not now. He would finish what he started. He’d do it now and deal with the aftermath later. He just wished there was a way to do this without using a wall for support. A rocking changing room would give them away worse than their whispered moaning. Maybe Kenya was light enough that he could just pick her up and do it that way. But he doubted his own strength. Laying down wasn’t much of an option either. That just left this position. If she bent just slightly, he could...and they’d not knock into anything. It wasn’t terrible romantic for a first time though and first times were very special. He was already ruining it by it not being on a bed of roses and instead in some changing room at some woman’s clothing store. He’d make it up to her later...somehow.
“In my left pocket...my wallet...” He knew Kenya knew what he kept there. “Get it out and put it on me?” He wasn’t going to risk getting his cousin pregnant, if only because he didn’t know what would happen. That and of all the many conquests he had, Yuushi was careful in general. No paternity tests so far.
The fact that Yuushi was talking about a condom gave her pause, if only for not expecting it. Kenya was still misguided enough that despite being physically reminded that at present she was a woman, still thinking of herself as a man. It took her a moment to register that before she sprung into action. She wiggled free of that grasp he had on her, though rather than immediately going for his wallet, she moved the clothing from the bench in the dressing room. It was solid enough, and had enough room for Yuushi to sit.
However, in doing so, she did manage to display herself in a very risque manner, her backside completely exposed for his viewing pleasure as she slid both piles to one side. That was when she did turn back to him, sinking to the floor on her knees as she wrapped her arms around Yuushi’s waist, pulling him toward her. Delicate fingers pulled the wallet from his pocket, but did nothing to open it and get the condom out. Instead, they found their way back to the front of his pants, undoing each clasp that held him in place. She slid his pants halfway down his thighs but no further before she pulled him, delicately, from the last of his confines.
“You’ve had your fun, Yuu-” Kenya winked, smirking up at him from under shaggy blond hair. “It’s my turn~”
In a moments notice, she was holding him to her mouth, tongue flicking out to roll over the head of his manhood. She’d seen enough porn, at least, to know how to give a good blowjob. N-not that Kenya watched it for that, but he did take tips!
God! Kenya was... Just when he thought she couldn’t get any hotter, she found new ways to turn him on more. That mouth. He wanted to tease her. Ask her where she’d learned such things. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter where she learned. What mattered was those sweet lips around his cock. And the hope, in the back of his mind, that Keina didn’t dislike this. That she enjoyed it. That she might want to do this with him if and when she changed. Would she still want to as a guy. Because Yuushi would want to keep her, even when she returned to having a different set of equally fun bodyparts to play with.
It was his turn to lose his fingers in her hair. They tangled in that shaggy blond. So soft. He tugged it to tell her that she was doing a good job. That he was enjoying it. That he wanted more. “Keina...” He groaned her new name softly.
Warm brown eyes sparkled up as she took in how Yuushi was taking things. He seemed to be okay with it, but to be completely honest Kenya was actually kind of nervous about giving her first blowjob. Was she doing it right? It couldn’t be that bad if Yuushi didn’t tug her away, right?
The fact that she felt more natural doing something so wicked to a man, than she ever had even just dating a woman (as a man) didn’t get lost on her either. It was encouraging, but also very confusing. Was it because it was Yuushi or was Kenya actually gay? Or... in this case, straight. Maybe it was because he was a she? Ugh. So many things to consider when she didn’t feel the need to shove Yuushi’s cock in her mouth and suck on him until he made everyone in the store alert to what they were actually doing in the changing room.
Kenya’s mouth swallowed Yuushi’s manhood, lips forming a nice seal around him as she descended down until the head of his cock reached the back of her throat. It made her gag reflexively, but she didn’t let off at all, and instead started sucking Yuushi like he was a delicious lollipop. Complete with popping him out of her mouth to suckle on the head.
“Sit down, Yuu.” Kenya said, reaching down for the wallet finally, fingers nimble as they weaved between the leather to pull out the condom inside. “You’re going to need--” She gave him a quick pump with her hand. “To brace yourself for what’s coming.”
He didn’t know how much he was confusing Kenya. At the moment, his mind was on one thing. That was just how wonderful those lips felt and just how hard it was to keep himself quiet. It seemed that was going to get even harder. He sat back on demand, legs unable to support him any more. He wondered why he had never imagined this. That his cousin would be so wonderfully in charge. It was a bit of a turn on in a way.
“Keina...” He purred softly, fully aware that he was going to say something that would normally never come out of his mouth. “You best hurry up.” For a few reasons. Her mouth had really brought him close. Plus there was the sales woman. Where they were...she could come and check on them at any time. The last he needed was for someone to come in before he managed to make the blond his.
While Yuushi sat, Kenya made herself busy with unwrapping the ring of latex from the package, careful not to drop it as she brought it to her mouth. This hadn’t been in any porno she’d seen before, condoms always seeming to just magically appear on the guy’s cock, but she figured Yuushi might like it. Her lips wrapped around Yuushi’s cock once more, firm hand keeping him steady as she descended down as far as she could in the way she was. Which was disappointingly not long enough, before delicate fingers rolled it the rest of the way toward the base of Yuushi’s cock.
When she was done, Kenya winked at Yuushi, somehow not... feeling that shy. It was odd, to know that she could be like this and feel so empowered. Was sex like this as a man? Could she bring Yuushi to his knees if she was still herself?
“Please say nothing will change,” She whispered as she wrapped an arm around his neck to draw him closer as she sat on Yuushi’s lap, other hand making it so it would be easy to just lower herself onto him. In fact, she could feel him pressing against her entrance, making her crave Yuushi all the more. Like he was a cure to the burning she felt in the pit of her stomach. It made Kenya less hesitant than she might have been otherwise as she actually took him slowly into herself, to make sure both of them could bear it. It hurt. She could feel the pressure welling up, driving her to rest her head on his shoulder and bite her lip, until there was a pop and a flood of relief. Kenya even sighed.
He couldn’t promise that. He couldn’t. With this...everything would change. Everything. Even if Kenya became Kenya again, he would remember this day and want it again. Perhaps not like this, but he would. He would pursue his cousin doggedly, with the intent to try and steal intimate moments together. He’d stop chasing other skirts and slacks and focus as he always did, on the one who held his heart. He might still flirt, because that was how Yuushi interacted with his world, but his heart and soul would belong to the blonde slowly lowering herself onto him. And he wouldn’t lie to her to make her feel better. He wouldn’t tell her things would be staying exactly the same. Kenya could act and treat him the same, but Yuushi would not. Though he wondered how much difference would it really be, since he always seemed to treat his cousin like that.
He was saved from making that promise by the soft groan that came instead. She felt amazing around him. Her tight wet passage engulfing him, hugging him. A part of him wished that they didn’t have to use the condom. How much nicer would she feel without that thin sheath of latex in the way? He could feel that magical give that he knew had to be so painful for her and his arms went about her to lightly, carefully stroke her back. He’d have kissed her, but her face was against his shoulder. He could only pet her fondly and murmur soft nothings into her ear in a voice strained from the effort it took not to just thrust up inside of her. He had just rushed her, yet it still felt natural to coo “Take your time...Let yourself adjust.” Something he would have told her had she been male and doing this. But knowing his speed demon as he did, Yuushi was sure the blond wouldn’t exactly take that time.
That was a wrong assumption, on Yuushi’s part. Kenya liked speed and did things at her own pace, which tended to be much faster than everyone elses, but she at least knew it was best not to hurt herself. To actually take that time to get used to being so completely filled, and enjoy the feel of Yuushi’s arms around her. It did something to her, feeling so nice and secure where she was, despite the fact they could be caught any time. She heard the effort it took Yuushi to talk too, and it filled her with more empowerment.
Kenya leaned back some, knees digging into the bench as she quickly loosened a few buttons on Yuushi’s shirt, enough that she could see some of his chest. It looked smoother and nothing like her own, but it did something to her that seeing breasts hadn’t. Maybe it was because of Yuushi, but either way her hips started rocking, eyes hungry as she locked onto dark eyes. “Should I tell you that instead?”
Her hands sliding against his chest. He was glad that he still worked out a bit. He didn’t allow himself to become soft or flabby. It seemed that the blonde appreciated it. He appreciated Kenya as well. His shifted as she did, hands lightly sliding to hold her around the waste. His hands grasping around her middle, helping her move a little more. His fingertips lightly stroked over her flesh as they moved in tandem. Pressing up against her as she rocked against him. “You...” He panted, one hand sliding from her middle to her thigh. Always a leg man at heart, he stroked over it as they moved. “Can tell me whatever you wanted right now...” He meant it too. She could tell him the sky was purple and he would believe her. And really, she could always tell him anything. He would listen, even if sometimes he teased.
It was probably the euphoria driving her to start shutting her thought process down, their hips gliding effortlessly together like they were meant for eachother. Despite this Kenya was mindful to keep quiet even though it was the epitome of difficult when Yuushi felt so good. He hit spots inside and out of her body that she didn’t know existed to make her spine curve slightly in pleasure.
Kenya leaned forward and tugged Yuushi into a hot, open-mouthed kiss that didn’t last as long as she would have hoped before moaning softly. Was it a stupid move to give him permission to use her bed in whatever perverse ways that Yuushi could think of? Should they continue? Why hadn’t they slept together sooner? “When we... get back to my place... do... as -- ah! -- many wicked things -- nnn -- as you want to me.”
Blanket permission. Oh what a wonderful lovely day. He was definitely going to take advantage of that offer. Perhaps, he might just move in with his cousin. That way he could take advantage of this for as long as he could. Perhaps he would just move on in after today and see just how long he would be allowed to stay before he was kicked out and had to go back to the dorms. He could make passionate love to her until she was too tired to move or even protest, then he’d head back to the dorms to get a few things and come right back and...start all over again ravishing her. Surely, he’d be able to keep performing. He could go quite a while and recovered pretty quickly. He would keep going until he made sure his cousin was completely satisfied. “Your wish.” He panted and thrusted up rather fervently, “Is my command.” He punctuated that promise with another kiss. Starving and unable to be sated except by the blond. And he wished he could say that. He wished he could tell her that she had been what he had always been looking for, always been after. But right now, such words might seem only driven by the sex and not by his heart. Later, he promised himself. Later, he would admit to Kenya just how long he had waited and just how much he adored the blond.
Little did Yuushi know that it meant it was more of a ‘one day only’ type of thing. That the clock would start ticking down, whether she wanted it to or not, once they got back to her apartment. Eventually the gravity of the situation would slam into her and it might be best to not be around when it did.
That time, fortunately, was not now. Now, Kenya concentrated on those lips until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her lungs burned with the need for air so much faster with the energy she was expending by riding his lap that she had to rest her forehead on his shoulder so she could keep going. Yuushi felt so good pistoning inside her, making her feel so alive with every spark of pleasure that shot through her. It was getting to be so much to bear, that she didn’t think she could hold on for much longer.
“Yuu--!” She moaned softly. “C-come with me.”
Those words. He would hear them in his most erotic dreams for some time to come. He could not deny the request either. In fact, it was rather much impossible to. The way her body clenched around him. That way her body caressed and moved against his. Her sweet lips. Her perfect hips bouncing, helped by his own thrusts and a gentle guiding hand. He knew that with the condom, she might not feel the full effect of it, but safety first. “Anything for you.” He groaned back, against her ear. Shifting a bit, his hips moved faster. Chasing that oncoming orgasm, trying to catch up with it to be together with his love. So that in one last thing, they could be one.
He knew this would be the hardest time though. Keeping quiet for this. The buildup was getting excruciating and he was sure she could feel the way he pulsed inside of her the closer he got. But he could do it. He could stay quiet. He wouldn’t alert anyone to what they were doing. And after, he would just grab whatever clothing he could and get them out of there in order to get back to doing something terribly more enjoyable than shopping. His climax came with a small deep thrumming purr against her ear. A purr that sounded a great deal like a love confession beneath that sultry groan.
The faster Yuushi went inside of her, the more Kenya’s toes wanted to curl and the harder it got to not utter a peep as she bound toward her threshold like a train barreling out of control. She wanted to scream, to sing, to at least sound like she was enjoying herself as much as she really was. Kenya’s nails clawed into Yuushi as her body wound tighter and tighter, teeth even managing to start digging into his shoulder until finally his purr echoed through her body, acting like the ignition switch. All she felt was a rush of euphoria and relief as she came, moaning against the fabric of Yuushi’s shirt in the hopes it muffled some of the loudness.
It didn’t mean she stopped her own hips, wanting to milk the whole sensation for what it was worth. Eventually her motion did calm, slowing until she was nothing but a panting, satisfied woman on the lap of someone that confused her.
He would have teeth marks. He, who never had a hickey, would be wearing those marks like a badge of honor. They were the proof that he had brought her the deepest of pleasures and helped bring her to her first orgasm. He had made her his woman, and in turn, she had branded him as her man. Even if no one ever saw the marks, Yuushi would know they were there. Later, they might even hurt a little, but at the moment, he was still floating in that beautiful afterglow that came from coming hard. It didn’t stop those amazing jolts of pure pleasure as she moved, sensitive to everything after his own climax.
Finally, it was over and his hands slid back up to just stroke over her back fondly. To reach up and caress her beautiful sated face. To run fingers through sweat dampened blond hair. Yuushi enjoyed cuddling after sex. He enjoyed those long intimate moments when he could lay with his lover in an embrace and just bask in the wonderfulness of the moment they had shared together. But there would be no laying here, no basking for too long. No post-coital cigarette either. They would have to move. Clean up. Look like they hadn’t just made passionate love in the changing room. Could Kenya even walk though. He had helped her take her own virginity. He knew once the last of the pleasure left her, it might not be too comfortable, only because of the many women he had robbed of that treasure. He hoped to get her home and lay her back down before any discomfort hit her.
But he didn’t want to rush at all. As much as they needed to, he wanted just another moment. Another kiss. Another touch. He couldn't get enough of her. He had gotten a taste of forbidden fruit and he was already addicted to it. Already addicted to his cousin and the way she made him feel. “Keina...” He murmured between sweet, rather romantic pecks, “You truly are perfect...” for him. The last part was unspoken but still there, hovering above the conversation.
Kenya smiled lazily, taking the affection without question. She didn’t know what to say to Yuushi’s words, but it didn’t stop her from feeling warm and comfortable despite not wearing anything. Didn’t stop her from just as lazily leaning away from him so she could button his shirt back up as one thing they wouldn’t need to do so soon. She wanted to burrow into him and sleep until they both had energy again.
Alas, that was not something they could have at the moment.
She sighed softly, kissing Yuushi’s neck before she pulled away entirely. Tired muscles moved, but as legs hit the floor Kenya found that she couldn’t stand as well without having to brace herself against the wall, nearly falling without doing so. Wow. She bet Yuushi would probably be smug about that, along with a number of other things that had just happened. “Do you need help with that...? I-I mean we should pick something and leave before they find out.”
He did feel a bit smug at that. That he had made his cousin unable to stand correctly meant that he had done a damn good job with her. He stood as well, pulling off the condom and then tucking himself away. He’s deal with the disposal later on. For now, he just tucked it away in his pocket and zipped up his pants, retucking in his shirt. Other than his slightly messy hair and the satisfied flush on his face, there was no evidence as to what he had just done. Only once he was put together he went to his cousin. Her bra was still resting where he had unhooked it. With care, he rehooked it, pulling the tag. He would pay for it, so that she could wear it home. The same with the underpants, a set that he picked up.
Kneeling before her, he started to get those on her as well. Lightly kissing at her thigh, tempted to bury his face in her crotch and start all over again. Later....Later. Then it was a choice of shorts she’d be able to wear as a boy, should she want to keep them and a few shirts. Enough for at least a week of changes. “I have that taken care of. You just need to hold onto me and I’ll help you walk.” And it would make them look even more like a sweet loving couple celebrating their anniversary.
“You sure that isn’t going to look weird? We came in pretty awkward.” Kenya stepped into the panties and let Yuushi pull them into place, flushing slightly when her thigh was kissed. He had touched more intimate parts of her than that, but the action alone seemed so sweet. It made Kenya actually feel loved and like a woman. She still didn’t want to be one, but at least it was bearable now that she didn’t focus so much on how uncomfortable it was to not know anything about her body. Somehow sex... it was an eye opener. In probably a lot of different ways that she wouldn’t bother thinking about at present.
Not that she had the energy to in the first place, what with wanting nothing more than to crawl into Yuushi’s arms and snuggle down for a nap.
Actually, that sounded wonderful.
“Yuu?” Kenya peeked at him through sleepy eyelids. “Can we nap first? When we get back, I mean.”
He chuckled and helped her into the new clothing, keeping the tags so he could just purchase them that way. He stood and tilted her head up a little to kiss her softly. He would love spoiling her while he could. “Of course we can. I think I’d like nothing better than to nap with you in my arms.” Just like when they had been very small, when they two of them had piled together like a pair of puppies and snoozed. But that had been a time of innocence. This was no longer that time, but he was sure that he would still feel that feeling. That warm close feeling he had felt during those long ago afternoon naps.
His hand went up to fix her hair a little and then lightly turned her so she could see herself fully dressed in the mirror. He thought she looked attractive and sexy and adorable and a lot of other things. He kissed her ear. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured. “Are you ready to meet the world again for a little bit.” He would call the taxi again and perhaps once there, he would pull her into his lap for the ride home, wanting to cuddle with her as much as possible.
It was hard not to throw her arms around Yuushi and make him carry her while she drifted into a nap. But Kenya was determined to stay awake as well as not rely too much on Yuushi to walk back out of the store. She was still herself under all that satisfaction and sleepiness, right? She hadn’t fallen total victim to her cousin’s charms, right?
However, she was stunned to see herself in the mirror looking like the cutest girl she’d ever seen. Maybe it was egotistical to say it, but she’d date herself if she wasn’t her. Nevermind the glow, but the athletic build and long legs would make her a perfect running partner if Kenya wasn’t already Kenya in female form. In fact, she posed a little for herself, making sure she not only liked how what she wore fit right, but looked good too. WIth as many clothes as Yuushi probably took off of women, he definitely should have good taste in them. Though that lead to another thought, and one that made Kenya stare at Yuushi with a strange mixture of a pout and dirty look. That is, before she elbowed him in the ribs.
“I better not just be another notch in your bedpost, by the way. I know your worst fears, Yuu.”
He watched her pose. Kenya was adorable trying to see how she looked. As if she hadn’t believed his words. He slipped an arm about her middle and kissed her ear again. He then oofed a little. Her elbow was sharp and his ribs were far too sensitive to being nudged like that. “You are far more to me that that.” He meant that. He promised it. He promised because she wasn’t just a notch. She was his ‘one true love’, the one that always got away. The one he could hold close but never have. She was his Kenya...his Keina. She would always be the most special person in his life, whether she knew it or not. He was sure his gentle grip on her waist and the way he supported her to the door of the changing room was proof enough of his secret devotion to her.
He opened the door to come face to face with a blushing saleswoman. Had she been...listening in? She seemed rather...flustered as they passed her by and he calmly thanked her for all her help and the use of the changing room. A credit card transaction later at an amount that would cause most people to think twice and he was escorting his cousin back out the door.
Kenya was mortified when coming face to face with the saleswoman. J-just how much did she know and hear? Panic rose in the pit of her stomach, made her steps feverish with the need to get away from the situation. In fact, her grip on the clothing bag was white-knuckled enough the poor string was in danger of snapping all together. Maybe that showed and maybe it didn’t, though. She couldn’t be sure, what with her cheeks being a furious shade of red, ears matching it as well.
She let Yuushi lead her out, though, and was happy to notice that the rain had stopped. It gave her something to focus on other than the woman in that store knowing that they’d done something so taboo most people would be disgusted. For whatever reason, it didn’t make Kenya feel guilty, though. In fact, as a woman no one would be able to recognize her yet since no one had seen her. It was just too bad it was too risky to take advantage of, too. If anyone saw them together...
“I’ll be okay until we get back. D’ya wanna get a quick bite before we get back?” Pulling away, she smiled at Yuushi and rubbed her belly while pulling a hungry face. “Pretty famished, aren’t you?”
He smiled at her and leaned to kiss her cheek. “A little backwards, don’t you think? Usually, it’s dinner before dessert, not after.” He meant the sex and how dates usually went. But this wasn’t usual. It was very very different, even if secretly, Yuushi still thought it as a date. “But I don’t mind that I got my dessert first. It just makes me hungry for seconds.” And thirds...and fourths...and seventy-sevenths... And he just really wanted to get Kenya back to the apartment building to have his next meal. But if the other was hungry and not just avoiding having to go back home....
“We can. I’ll just ask the taxi to drop us off somewhere nice.” He paused, “Unless you want take out. Eat it back at your place.” Too bad there wasn’t any take out food that was sexy enough to eat off Kenya’s womanly curves. “I don’t mind either way.” A lie. It was obvious in the way his hand rested on the small of her back just what he really wanted. He wanted another helping of cousin-du-jour. “We can decide in the taxi.” As if on cue the yellow cab pulled up.
Kenya blushed slightly at the mention of ‘desert’ and lightly hit Yuushi in the same fashion she did as a man to make him stop teasing. It wasn’t hard at all, though she did laugh it off enough. Takeout... that sounded appealing. If for no other reason than they might be able to get delivery. Kenya wanted fewer people to see them exchanging such intimate gestures with each other, so it didn’t get out. Both of their reputations were on the line, though Kenya cared less about her own than she did about Yuushi’s. Of the two of them, he’d be hurt more.
“Yeah well I did promise so I’m not gonna back down,” She disappeared into the back seat. In fact, she scooted over and rested the bag on her own lap, careful not to let the clothing spill onto the floor. The underwire cut into her, so she would be very glad when it was off again. For now, she winked at Yuushi and slid against him when he got in beside her. “And if you really want, I have ice cream in my freezer. But it’d be a good idea to have real food so we have energy, right? O-oh and... I don’t have any protection at my apartment.” That was whispered embarrassedly into his ear. “Never thought I’d need ‘em when I went on dates.”
No way in hell was she backing out of her promise of letting him into her pants again once they got back to her apartment. Kenya was responsible and didn’t do that sort of thing, even when it might be awkward later. Though... it wasn’t all out of just the promise. She wanted more of Yuushi. Kenya wanted to take advantage of him, make him coo sexy things in her ear and fulfil fantasies while she thought he would still be interested with a vagina between her legs. Once she was a man again, all bets would probably be off. But she could live with that... she hoped.