We had always been close, me and my cousin Lena. Best friends since we were kids, the kind of bond that made people say we were more like sisters than cousins. But that summer, when we were both twenty-two and sharing her tiny apartment after college, everything shifted.
It started with too much wine and a stupid game of truth or dare on her couch.
Lena dared me to kiss her, laughing like it was nothing. I leaned in, and the moment our lips touched, the laugh died. Her mouth was soft, warm, and she tasted like cherry lip gloss and red wine. We pulled back, eyes locked, breathing harder than we should have been.
"Fuck, that felt good," she whispered.
I didn't answer with words. I grabbed her face and kissed her again, deeper this time, tongues sliding together. Her hands found my tits through my tank top, squeezing, thumbs circling my nipples until they stiffened. I moaned into her mouth and reached under her shirt, finding her bare skin, the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts. We were cousins, best friends, and suddenly none of that mattered.
We stripped each other right there on the couch. Her skin was hot against mine as we pressed together, legs tangled. I pushed her back and sucked on her nipples, rolling my tongue over the hard peaks while she arched and whimpered my name. My hand slid between her thighs, finding her already slick. Two fingers slipped inside her easily, and she clenched around them, hips rocking.
"More," she begged, voice raw.
I dropped between her legs and licked her open, tasting how wet she was for me. Her clit was swollen under my tongue. I sucked it while pumping my fingers in and out, listening to the filthy sounds her pussy made. She came hard, thighs shaking around my head, fingers twisted in my hair.
Before I could catch my breath she flipped us, spreading my legs wide. Her mouth was on me next, licking and sucking with the same desperate hunger. She added a third finger, stretching me, fucking me deep while her tongue flicked fast. I came with a loud cry, grinding against her face, the orgasm rolling through me in waves.
We didn't stop there. That night we moved to her bed. She pulled out a strap-on she had hidden in a drawer and buckled it on. I got on all fours, ass up, and she slid the thick silicone cock into me from behind. The stretch was perfect. She gripped my hips and thrust hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. I reached down to rub my clit while she pounded me, another orgasm building fast.
Lena leaned over my back, biting my shoulder. "You like your cousin fucking you like this?" she growled.
"Yes," I gasped. "Don't stop."
She didn't. She flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over her shoulders, and drove in deeper. I came again, clenching around the toy, soaking the sheets. When she pulled out she made me lick it clean, then rode my face until she came on my tongue a second time.
We spent the rest of the night exploring every inch of each other, fingers and mouths and the strap-on switching between us until we were sore and shaking. By morning we were wrapped around each other, sweaty and satisfied, already planning how we would keep this secret between us.
Our friendship had always been tight. Now it was something much hotter, and neither of us wanted it to end.
