Wardrobe Aftermath

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I had actually intended the wardrobe story to be a standalone one. But somehow after a while it did feel as if Kiki and Pengu's story deserved a bit more, so here is a follow up.

For those of you who might have stumbled on this one without having read my other wardrobe story first, while it is not required to do so this story might make a bit more sense after reading the other one first.

Well, as far as there is any 'sense' to be found at all in these kinds of fictional stories. Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy hearing a bit from Kiki and Pengu again. But do mind, just like last story, this might very well be the last we ever hear of them.

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As Greg woke up and opened his eyes, he stared, confused, at the light blue wall beside him. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was. When he did he turned over slowly, careful not to wake her, and glanced at Chrissy, still peacefully asleep beside him.

He lay there in silence, watching her--his pretty cousin--and started pondering about what had happened the night before. His eyes traced the soft features of her face, lingering on her full lips, and then wandered to the contours of her naked body, barely concealed under the thin sheets.

He looked at the clock and noticed they had slept in fairly late. It did not surprise him; they had stayed up and been very busy well into the deep night. That initial moment of impulsive passion, sparked while watching provocative scenes on television, early in the evening had escalated into the two of them fully giving in to all of their carnal desires later that night.

As Chrissy started stirring he put his hand under his head and rested on his elbow, watching her slowly wake up. As her eyes opened, showing her multi-colored eyes he smiled at her and whispered "Hi sweety, goodmorning."

Like him, it took her a few seconds to come to her senses and remember why he was next to her in bed. He watched as her face lit up into a pretty smile, and she whispered back, "Hey yourself."

Greg leaned forward and pressed a gentle brief kiss on her soft lips "How are you sweety?" which she allowed. The look on her face changed and she sighed out loud "I feel happy, tired but somehow rested at the same time, satisfied, confused and if I am honest a bit afraid." Greg looked at her and said "yeah, I guess it was quite something last night."

They had not spoken much the entire night, at best there had been some passionate words as they fulfilled each other's needs. Greg knew exactly what she meant with her words and he felt the same. He put a hand on her cheeks and whispered "I need you to know I did not intend this to happen." and as he watched her eyes go wide in wonder he quickly continued "Don't get me wrong, I loved it and am glad it did."

"But it is just, I definitely did not plan for it to happen, I need you to know and understand that, Chrissy."

Her eyes went soft again and the smile reappeared around her lips as she answered "I know Pingu, neither of us planned this."

"If there is anybody to blame, it should be me. I should never have entertained myself in that way when I knew you would be arriving soon. If I had not done so and in a panic stopped when I heard you call out and thrown the thing under the bed for you to stumble on, probably nothing would have happened. But I am also very glad that it did happen and of course I believe that you had no intentions or plans for it to happen. It.... well simply did." and she leaned forward and kissed him.

Pulling free from her kiss Greg said "I suppose we both needed this desperately, didn't we?"

Chrissy's face lit up even further "I for one sure did, it was amazing. But I guess we also need to talk about what happened, right? We did a lot of wonderful things last night, but talking was not part of it."

Greg chuckled "Yeah, there was not much need for talk last night was there? We both just went with the flow. But you are right, we do need to talk about what happened."

"So I think it is fair to say we both needed and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company last night. On my part I have no regret whatsoever that it happened, how about you Kiki?"

Chrissy's smile disappeared and the look on her face went thoughtful as she replied "No, no regrets on my side either... at all..." and she went silent.

Greg put a hand under her chin "But I can hear an unspoken but...." as he looked into her eyes "Go on, tell me sweety, you know you can be honest with me."

Kiki looked almost desperate as she continued "I loved every second of it, but what are we supposed to do now? I mean, it is not as if we can do this again ever, it must be a one time thing, right? But how are we supposed to do that, simply continue like it did not happen?"

"I don't know Chrissy, I really don't. I suppose you are right we can't ever do it again. But I also have no idea what to do with this. We both will have to live with what we did without anybody other than us ever knowing I guess."

"Maybe we just should try to be happy that we shared this wonderful time together. That it somehow was meant to be and remember it as the incredibly amazing thing it was. I am sure I will never forget and even though it was never planned I want to thank you for it. I needed it just as much as you did, maybe even more, if such things of desire can be measured."

"I guess both of us will sometimes look at the other in a different way from now on, when we remember what we shared. I think that will be unavoidable, but I do not want this to put any strain on the bond we already have, dear Chrissy. Quite the opposite, I think maybe we should try to remember and cherish it as 'our moment'.

Heck, we can even call it just that 'our moment', put it with all the other fond memories we share and make this night our special private one to remember. If either of us ever mentions it only we will know what it is about. That way we can remember and relive the moment a bit between the two of us without anyone realizing."

Chrissy smiled fondly at her older cousin "You always seem to find the right words to say to me to make me feel better, don't you Greg? Yes, I will look at you in a different way sometimes, having seen that part of you as well. But I am sure nothing will ever drive a wedge between us and I agree last night has made our bond only stronger. I love the idea of 'our moment' as a memory. It is simple but so fitting at the same time."

She smiled at her cousin saying those words agreeing to make it all to be just a one time moment while part of her wanted to climb back on top of him again. Ride his cock and feel him inside her all over again, making her feel good. She wanted it badly, but realized they couldn't, so instead she whispered "I am showering first Pingu, my place, my shower rights."

Knowing that if she stayed in bed with him a second longer or looked at him again she would probably not be able to control herself. So she turned away from him, let the sheets slip from her naked body, stepped out of the bed and without looking back started walking towards the bathroom.

As she walked away Greg drank in the view of his naked cousin's back, her perfectly shaped asscheeks wiggling with every step and he could feel his cock twitch and stiffen. Realizing his words had caused that it would be the last time he would see her like this and very conflicted feelings ran through his mind.

Chrissy was dressed in a tight jeans and cotton sweater when she walked back into the bedroom on bare feet "The shower is all yours now Pingu. I'll go downstairs and prepare us some breakfast. I am starving, so hurry up and don't take forever under the shower!" Greg smiled at her and grunted "Yes ma'm!"

He got out of bed and noticed how Chrissy threw a quick stealthy glance down his naked body before she turned around and left the bedroom. Why did it suddenly feel awkward the way she had clearly checked out his naked flaccid cock? He shook his head, figuring it must have been her way to say goodbye just like he did take that one last look at her ass. He hopped under the shower and suppressed the urge to have a wank. Instead he turned the water colder and hurried up, making it a quick refreshing shower.

As he walked into the kitchen where it already smelled of coffee, bacon and eggs. Chrissy turned around and smiled at him "Hey cuz, just in time, eggs are ready, a bit soft just as you like them, have a seat."

They ate mostly in silence, both of them carefully avoiding talking about what had happened. They would be normal cousins again from now on. Cousins who liked each other a lot and got on great, but nothing more.

After they had finished and Greg had helped her clean the table and get the dishes in the dishwasher he spoke up "I think it is best if I head back to my own place now Kiki. Thanks for breakfast and erm, well everything."

"Yeah you probably should. Thank you for helping me out with my wardrobe Pingu. I appreciate it a lot." and as they looked at each other they knew and understood the words were only metaphors for what they really were saying.

"You know you are always welcome here cuz, right?" Chrissy sighed as she pulled Greg into a gentle hug. Greg wanted to bend her over the kitchen table right there and then and make her his again but instead pressed a gentle kiss on her hair and whispered "I do, and you are always welcome over at my place as well, but I really have to go now. I'll text you." and he pulled free from his cousin before he would lose control and ravish her again.

Chrissy closed the door behind him and pressed her back against it. She was so confused, relieved that he and the temptation he posed to her was gone, but feeling devastated about it at the same time. How on earth was she supposed to go back to a life of abstinence after the experiences from last night.

The days and weeks that followed, they somehow both kept their distance from each other. Only a few random chit-chat texts were exchanged by phone, but 'it' was not mentioned again. Not because they felt bad or guilty about what had happened, but because of how good and natural it had been. In their own way, they both realized that there was a risk it could happen again, even though they had agreed it shouldn't.

Chrissy often lay awake at night, unable to fall asleep, unable to stop herself from thinking it could never happen again, but still, she longed to be held by him again. Greg would see her face pop up in his mind at the most inconvenient times, unable to concentrate on whatever he was doing. But, without discussing it, they both instinctively knew it was too soon for them to see each other again, so they didn't. Until they did.

It had been a bit over two months since Greg had stayed over at her place--the last time they had seen each other, when seemingly out of nowhere, things suddenly escalated and got out of hand between them. During this period, where they avoided each other, Chrissy in particular, came to realize how often she had seen him before and how much she now missed their conversations and his presence.

She had never been so nervous about going to a family party. Since she realized that next Saturday there would be a birthday party at cousin Kevin's, she started wondering if 'he' would be there as well. It was driving her crazy, and she had to know, so she picked up her mobile and texted Greg: "Will you be at Kevin's on Saturday?"

His reply came almost instantly and was so short and to the point that it almost felt rude "Yes."

Chrissy's emotions went in all kinds of different directions--scared, panicky almost, excited, hurt and sad by his short reply. With trembling fingers, she replied, "Is it too complicated? Do you want me to stay away?"

His next reply arrived almost immediately and made her heart jump, "Of course not Kiki, I missed you, looking forward to seeing you again, please don't stay away. We need to face this somehow, so let's not wait any longer."

She was relieved to hear his short reply was not because he had changed his mind about what had happened between them. But somehow, knowing he had been missing her in a way seemed even scarier. Still, she replied, "Okay, missed you as well. See you there."

It was a good thing that it was already very busy when Chrissy arrived at Kevin's place. The friendly hustle and bustle of family members of all ages mingling had a calming effect on the nervous state she arrived in.

Only to have her stomach turn over when she noticed him, sitting at the very end of the living room, talking to uncle Claude. Their eyes met in a glance and Chrissy could feel her stomach do several somersaults thinking "How am I supposed to do this?"

For a moment she was saved from her thoughts as ran into the birthday boy himself, greeted and congratulated him. She handed him the small birthday gift she had gotten him and had some small-talk with him and his wife. When more guests arrived his wife excused themselves and directed Chrissy to one of the few free chairs at the table, next to her cousin Saskia.

It didn't take long before she got into a very boring conversation with Saskia about the financial situation of schools. How it was a shame that her children became victims of the increasingly poor education. But Chrissy was only listening halfheartedly, her eyes kept wandering to the other side of the room, to Greg talking to her uncle.

She nearly shivered as she cast one of her furtive glances his way, only to meet his gaze when he looked up, their eyes locking in an unexpected moment. She wanted to look away and join the conversation with Saskia, but she froze, unable to move.

In his grey-green eyes, she saw her own suppressed desires, longing, and passion mirrored back at her. That single glance spoke volumes--she instantly knew he felt the same way. Time seemed to stretch, and that shared glance felt endless. In what felt like slow motion, she watched his full, soft lips move as he spoke to their uncle, while his eyes, locked on hers, spoke to her.

She was back in her bedroom with him, his soft lips brushing her, awakening a sense of womanhood in her she had never known before. Part of her wanted to get up and run, knowing it could never be the same between them again. But another part of her stayed frozen, every fiber of her body and soul yearning to relive those intense feelings once more.

It was her cousin Saskia who broke the spell, suddenly nudging her and demanding, "What do you think, Chrissy?" with a heated glance. Chrissy turned crimson, realizing she had no idea what the last part of the conversation had even been about. She quickly glanced at Saskia, forcing a smile, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"I--sorry, I kind of zoned out," she stammered, hoping no one noticed she had been staring at Greg. But Saskia's raised eyebrow told her that she had already figured it out. Saskia furrowed her brow, her expression softening with concern.

"I get it," she said, mistaking Chrissy's distraction for something else. "It's been years, but I know how hard breakups can be. It's like, you think you're over it, but then it all comes rushing back when you least expect it."

Chrissy blinked, taken aback by the assumption, but before she could correct her, Saskia continued, her tone sincere. "I mean, you were with him for so long. I can't imagine how tough it must still be."

Chrissy's heart gave a strange lurch. She hadn't been thinking about her ex at all, but how could she explain the real reason she'd zoned out? Instead, she offered a small, almost invisible smile, hoping to steer the conversation away from both old but even more so new memories she could never talk about.

Chrissy took a steadying breath, forcing herself to engage. "Yeah, I guess memories have a way of sneaking up on you," she said, her voice carefully neutral.

Saskia gave her a knowing look but, thankfully, didn't press further. Instead, she turned back to the conversation she had been having before Chrissy had drifted away.

Chrissy, however, couldn't shake the lingering feeling of warmth on her skin, the phantom imprint of lips against hers. She told herself it was nothing--just a moment of weakness, a slip in judgment. Yet deep down, she knew better. He had been there. With her. And she had wanted him just as much as he had wanted her.

The weight of that realization sat heavily in her chest as she shifted in her chair. She glanced at the clock. Time had moved forward, but she still felt frozen in that moment. Her mind warred with itself. She needed to forget. She needed to move on. And yet...

She felt her heart hammering in her throat, a full-blown panic attack creeping in. She had to get out. Mumbling a hurried excuse to Saskia about needing the bathroom, she rushed into the hallway and slipped into the restroom.

As the door clicked shut behind her, she pressed her back against it, breathing heavily, her mind spiraling with intrusive images she desperately wanted to push away. It took a moment, but gradually, the panic began to fade, her breathing steadying with each slow inhale.

She knew she had no choice but to return to that room, to face their impossible reality head-on. There was no escaping it, she would have to get used to facing the sight of 'him'.

Drawing in a few deep breaths, she smoothed down her hair and adjusted her clothes before stepping back into the lively living room, where the hum of conversation and the presence of family members enveloped her once more.

The moment she stepped back into the room, she saw that Aunt Betsy had claimed her seat. Of course--she had forgotten how things worked here. Get up for even a second, and your spot is gone. Her gaze swept the room, searching for another place to sit, and her heart sank. There was only one available seat, the one right next to him.

She could feel his eyes on her, searing into her skin. He was watching her, silently calling her over, his gentle gaze almost pleading. A part of her ached to go to him, to sink into that seat beside him, lean up against him and snuggle in close. But at the same time, she dreaded sitting down next to him more than anything.

But standing there, hesitating, would only make things worse--it would look strange, maybe even raise suspicion. Swallowing hard, she forced her trembling legs to move, step by step, until she reached the empty seat. With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto the cushion beside Greg.

The air between them seemed thick, charged with unspoken words. This was the first time they had seen each other since 'it' had happened.

His voice sounded strange, forced even as he greeted her "Hi there, been a while."

She couldn't bring herself to speak--she knew that if she did, she would shatter. Instead, she met his gaze for a brief moment and gave a small nod. Their eyes locked, and in that instant, they both knew. It wasn't over, not even close.

With sad eyes he smiled at her "in fact, far too long" and the side of her leg seemed to ignite with hot burning flames when he made his jeans brush against hers under the table, their connection impossible to ignore. In that fleeting moment, everything they had said and agreed upon they would not do evaporated into nothingness.

Without a word, she met his gaze, the desperate need in both their eyes unmistakable. He didn't need to speak, his small nod was all the confirmation she needed. She knew, without a doubt, that he would be at her place later that night.

She couldn't remember how she managed to get through the rest of the afternoon, or even the rest of the party. She must have spoken to countless family members, but the conversations were a blur, nothing more than empty meaningless fragments in her mind.

She was certain, though, that they had carefully avoided each other for the rest of the party. Both of them were keenly aware that any slip-up might reveal something beautifully untowards was going on between them. All she could focus on was the overwhelming desire to go home and wait for him to arrive.

Similarly, she had no memory of how she made it home after saying her goodbyes to Kevin and his wife. The next thing she remembered was sitting on her sofa, her heart pounding, waiting, longing.

Her heart leaped into her throat when the doorbell suddenly rang. She rushed to the door, practically stumbling to open it, and there he was, standing before her.

His eyes were filled with a desperate longing as he looked at her, his voice barely above a whisper "I think it's better if I don't come in."

She knew he was right, and the words slipped from her lips almost automatically. "Yes, it's probably better if you don't." But even as she spoke, she reached out, took his hand, and gently pulled him over the doorstep into the hallway.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he pulled her into his strong embrace, holding her tightly. Her head found its place against his chest as with his face buried in her hair he whispered softly in her ear, his voice tinged with longing "I know I shouldn't, but I need you. I missed you, Kiki."

At his words, she melted in his arms, a wave of warmth flooding through her. She knew, with undeniable certainty, that she felt the exact same way. She gently pulled away from his embrace, her heart racing, and turned toward the stairs. With a single word, she spoke it with quiet command, her voice barely above a whisper "Come."

Without glancing back, she started up the stairs, each step steady and purposeful. She didn't need to look, she knew he would follow.

Without pausing, she walked straight into her bedroom, the place where everything had begun. It was here that he'd caught a glimpse of her dildo hidden beneath the bed, and where, the morning after, they had both agreed to end it, after that one time when he had spent the evening and night with her.

This time, it felt different. The first time had been driven by heat and impulse, but not now. This was deliberate, conscious, and fully consensual. They both understood, they weren't strong enough to stop this. They wanted and needed this, equally just as much and they knew what would happen next.

As she stepped into her bedroom, she barely had time to turn around before he was right there, closing the distance between them in an instant. Overcome with desire, she almost threw herself into his arms, lifting her gaze to meet his, her voice a soft, pleading moan "Kiss me, Greg."

Their first kiss had been wild, passionate, even carnal, but this one was different, controlled, deliberate, gentle, and filled with love. He cupped her face in his hands, pulling her close for a soft kiss. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, they plunged deep into each other's souls, finding a peace they both had been longing for. They both knew, deep down, that whatever this thing between them was, it had never been meant to end, this was only the beginning.

Pressed close to his body in that soft kiss, she could feel his arousal grow against her in his pants, and it only deepened the ache inside her. Reluctantly, she pulled away from the kiss, her breath shallow, and took a step back. She stood before him, her nipples hard, visibly straining against the fabric of her blouse and bra like small, delicate pebbles.

She watched as his entire body trembled with desire and longing, the intensity of it almost overwhelming. Reaching for one of his large hands, she gently placed it over her left breast, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke, "Please, touch me Greg."

As his hand cupped her breast, gently massaging it, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers and her neckline. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, "I will, Kiki. I'll touch you wherever you need me to."

He pressed his arousal against her stomach, the intensity of the moment overwhelming them both. He kissed her again and wrapped his hands around her wrists. He pressed her with her back up against the wardrobe, pinned her arms up above her head and pushed his pelvis into her. He started grinding his arousal into her, dry humping her, and her hips responded accordingly while her tongue greedily searched for his.

With him pushing and dry fucking her up against the wardrobe like this she could feel the hinge of the wardrobe press in her naked back. The hinge of which the screw had fallen to the floor and had started everything. She almost giggled into his kiss like a schoolgirl as her head registered how appropriate the word screw had been that day and would be again now.

His tongue and lips left hers and traveled into her neckline just below her earlobe to first bite it and then suck it hard. Suck so hard in fact that she knew he marked her his with a hickey. A shiver went down her spine when she realized it must have been over a decade ago that she had willingly and longingly accepted a hickey mark this way. She knew she would let him mark her like this wherever he wished.

She wriggled one of her arms he had pinned above her head free from his grasp, and her left hand slipped down between their bodies, reaching for his hardness, which he still had pressed and was dry humping with against her.

Chrissy did not bother to fidget with the button and zipper of his jeans, she slipped her hand inside his jeans, groping for his dick. As she wrapped her fingers around his warm hard shaft he growled and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. Chrissy gasped as his bite did hurt a bit, and her hand clenched itself tight over his shaft, pinching it hard, almost as if in retaliation. His bite hurt, but it was a pleasant kind of hurt, arousing her even further.

In her mind Chrissy saw a lion on top of his lioness, biting her neck while mating her. Greg was her lion and he could do whatever he needed to. His hand had still been on her right wrist all the time, her arm pinned above her head against the wardrobe but now he let go of it. His face left her neckline and his hands were placed on either side of her face, cupping her face ever so gently in his big hands as he faced her and tearing up he whispered "I love you!" and his passionate neck bite changed as he let his soft lips gently brush over hers.

His next contrasting words surprised her and gave her goosebumps in all kind of places as he buried his face in her neck again and grunted "I love you and I want to bury my cock deep inside the swamp of your sinkhole." She almost giggled as she responded with the truth and lie at the same time "Always such a romantic", she broke free from his embrace and walked over from the wardrobe to stand at the side of her bed.

Turning halfway sideways with her back to him she looked back at him over her shoulder, smiled and lied to him "But I am not sure yet if I should let you do such a thing!" knowing she was dying to feel his hard rod inside her again.

She smiled coyly over her shoulder as she started unbuttoning her blouse "You'll have to wait and watch." and she slipped one side of the blouse down her shoulder. "I think I need to get a bit more comfortable first."

She could see his eyes stray from hers to her now naked shoulder, the strap of her bra visible and he bit his bottom lip. The last button of her blouse became undone and Chrissy let it slip down the other shoulder as well, slowly pulling it down and letting it fall to the ground at her feet.

She could feel his eyes burn on her naked skin as she reached for her bra. With her fingers on the clasp of her bra she turned a bit to fully face him again. She could see the smoldering desire in his eyes glide over to her bra, her breasts heaving with her own need. She looked into his eyes as she undid the clasp, and casually slipped the string of the bra from her right shoulder making the cup slide down a bit. Half her tit popped out, showing an erect nipple and she cooed, "Oopsie." clasping a hand over it.

She looked at him, how he licked his lips as he stared right back at her and while looking in her eyes placed a hand over his jeans in his groin, grabbing the bulge that was trying to hide itself in there but doing a lousy job.

Still cupping her half naked breast in one hand the other hand slipped under the remaining bra string and when it slid off the cherry red bra fell down to join the blouse on the ground and her second hand was pressed over the other tit to cover it from his view.

She stood there standing looking at him, her arms crossed over her chest, cupping her breasts in her hand enjoying the feel of letting her nipples slip between her fingers, making him watch. It was her turn to lick her lips as she stood there in her jeans, upper body naked, gazing at him while tinkling with her breasts. She loved to see his eyes flashed back and forth from her eyes to her hands, and she would briefly let a hard dark pink nipple slip and show between her fingers.

His eyes locked on her as he growled and in one swift movement unzipped his jeans. She watched how his hand went into his opened zipper and as it came out again it pulled along his fully erect shaft. His eyes never left hers as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking... slowly.

This time it was Chrissy who broke eye contact. Her loins suddenly were on fire and she gazed down at his manhood, how he pulled his foreskin back and his shiny red purple helmet popped out. Her fingers pinched her nipples as if they were on his majestic looking cock and she panted out loud "Oh yes Greg."

Her hands left her breasts, baring them for him to see her hard nipples, as they went down to the button and zipper of her own jeans. As she started undoing her pants she watched how his strokes became longer and faster, his cock still poking out of his zipper.

Once unfastened her fingers hastily grabbed the edge of her jeans and yanked it down her wide round hips. She looked how he stood there masturbating as she hurriedly pulled her jeans down her legs. In her frenzy her panties got stuck to her jeans and they both went down in one go. As she looked down her legs at the jeans and panties, now dangling around her ankles, she got confirmation for what she already knew. She was horny and the wet spot of grool in her panties down between her ankles was proof and told the tale of her arousal.

Her arousal was reflected in his and again she looked at how he stood there masturbating himself while looking at her. She watched how his eyes locked on her panties and a shiny drop of precum escaped the little hole of his mushroom the moment she stepped out of her jeans and panties. His hand slid up and down his pole, making his red head disappear and reappear into and out of his foreskin and before she even was aware what she was doing she made two of her fingers slip between her wet lubricated folds and pressed them deep inside her needy pussy.

For a few minutes or so they stood there, watching and looking, watching and masturbating, masturbating and watching the other one masturbate. It was Chrissy who broke the trance as she stopped fingering herself, turned around, climbed on the bed and moaned, "please join me, I need you Greg."

He responded by letting go of his cock and started shedding his clothes feverishly, tossing them aside, watching her as she was exposing herself naked on the bed. She watched how his hard cock bounced up and down as he walked over from the wardrobe to the edge of the bed.

Suddenly she got an idea while looking at his hard dick pointing straight at her she said "Wait, don't move, stay right there!" She moved over to the side of her bed and started rummaging in a drawer of her nightstand. As she sat up again she smiled up at Greg and said "Remember this one?" and held up a blue dildo, the one he accidentally had found lying hurriedly tossed under her bed the day when things had exploded between them.

She looked into Greg's eyes as she licked the tip of the dildo, "I used it so often imagining this was your cock instead." and with Greg looking at her slipped it between her legs into her wet pussy.

She got on all fours and slowly crawled towards him standing at the edge of the bed, her eyes now eagerly focused on his cock. Greg looked down at her, as she closed in on him, a small part of the dildo visible sticking out of her cunt between her asscheeks.

As she drew closer, his hands on instinct moved to her head, his fingers weaving into her hair before he even realized what he had done, and he guided her mouth over his throbbing cock. He moaned the moment her lips touched his tip and tightening the grip in her hair he gently pulled her mouth down over his lance.

Chrissy was enraptured as she let the tip of his cock slip between her lips, her pulse thrumming with anticipation from the gentle yet firm guidance of his hands in her hair. She melted at the feel of his warmth entering her mouth, its tip having that tangy salty delicious taste, the taste she had been dreaming of for over two months.

Her tongue started working the bottom side of his cock, gliding along it as her lips closed around his shaft with vacuum suction. She reveled in bliss as he started moving his hips slowly, thrusting and trusting his dick to be deeper inside her mouth. She had moved one hand behind her back now, and was moving the dildo in her pussy in sync with his thrusts, her other arm and hand wrapped behind his back, five nails digging into the soft skin of his right asscheek.

He exclaimed "Sorry!", almost releasing his grip on her hair as, with her eyes watering up, she gagged on one of his fiercer and deeper thrusts. She momentarily let his cock slip out and looking up at him gasped "It's okay Greg, it's just that yours is bigger than I was used to. I have never had one this deep, but I don't mind, really!"

And to prove her point without Greg's hands pushing her down she slid her mouth over his shaft and pushed herself to take it as far as she could. This time she was prepared for it to the feel of how his glans hit the back of her throat. With saliva running from her lips, and tears in her eyes, she kept it in as far as she could while wiggling her tongue under his shaft listening to Greg's loud moans of delight.

"Hnnngh fuck Kiki, yes, suck it like that!" and urged by his words she started moving her head. Letting his cock almost entirely slip out of her mouth, only keeping its tip in. Her lips wrapped tightly around the head, sucking hard on his velvety smooth soft purple helmet, letting it pop out briefly as she released the vacuum of her suction only to immediately slide back down his shaft again.

The tip of her nose this time almost touching his belly and the pressure of his glans against the entrance to her throat higher. This time she only gagged slightly and his hands stayed on the back of her head. He did not push her further down his cock but this time he did not let go of her head either and his only comment was not a sorry but a satisfied grunt.

She held him down longer this time, feeling how his cock started to throb in her mouth, before sliding off again. She grabbed his shaft with one hand as she let his cock pop out again. Pressing hard in his shaft his helmet seemed to grow even bigger as a few drops of clear precum appeared from his little hole. Her tongue quickly captured his drops of cock dew before they could fall and they both moaned in delight. He from the sensation of her tongue licking over his pisshole and she with the tangy sweet salty taste of his precum.

As she gulped his cock down her mouth one more time Kiki lost control of the dildo in her cunt as it slipped out and fell on the bed. His cock shot past the entrance of her throat and her nose hit the hardness of his pubic bone, but this time she barely gagged. His hands remained on the back of her head and she managed to keep him in for a while, her tongue out of her mouth reaching down his shaft for the front of his balls, licking them. He did not pull her against him but she could feel how his fingers started pulling on the strands of her hair he was holding.

She could tell he was enjoying what she was doing for him and it made her feel proud and horny. She could feel every vein on his cock and how it was alive, almost having a heartbeat of its own in her mouth. She could tell the heartbeat of his cock was fastening and realized he was getting closer to that delicious overwhelming feeling of release. She wanted him to cum, she was ready to receive the gift of his warm sperm deep in her mouth as he suddenly changed his mind and broke her spell.

"No! Not yet!" he exclaimed and pulled his cock out. Without letting go of his hold on her head he dropped down on his knees in front of the bed with them facing each other and pulled her in for a passionate, almost rough kiss. He eagerly pressed his lips over mouth, still covered in saliva from her deep blowjob attempts, and his tongue found hers.

An almost frenzied kissing session erupted. Lips were licked by tongues, tongues were plunged deep into each other's mouths, there the tongues battled and when removed again lips were sucked hard. Greg broke free from their kissing, gently pulling her head back by her hair and looking into her eyes hoarsely grunted "I need to taste you right now!"

Without waiting for her reply he flipped Kiki around making her fall on her back on the bed, her feet towards him. He grabbed hold of her ankles and without any effort at all pulled her down towards him. With her asscheeks on the edge of the bed, the lower half of her legs dangling down to the floor, he was sitting kneeling down in front of her on the floor. His hands on her knees pushing her legs apart, she could see how his greedy eyes were locked on her exposed sex.

For a moment she thought that she could actually physically feel how his gaze touched her cunt, making it burn with desire. She knew her sex was dripping wet with desire and leaning back on her elbows looking down at him sitting between her legs she moaned, "Lick me Greg, taste me, use your tongue on me."

He did not hesitate and his mouth closed over her sex. She shivered as his tongue parted her labia, searching for her opening. As his tongue slid inside her cunt his eyes sought out hers, looking up at her over her belly as he started munching on her pussy in earnest. He moaned out as he licked and lapped up her juice "hmmm so good."

His hands now sliding up along her body, over her tummy going for her tits. As he cupped them in his big hands, his thumb and index went for her nipples and his tongue flicked over her sensitive clit. It was Chrissy's time to moan with pleasure as her body quivered in response to the touch of his tongue and she pushed her hips up towards the source of titillation.

He closed his lips over her pleasure button and started massaging it with his tongue while simultaneously sucking it. Chrissy wanted to keep looking at him as he was giving her pussy and clit this delightful treatment, but she could not as the intensity of it all became too much. It was bliss sensory overload, shooting up like electric current from her clit through her entire body and her eyes were torn away from Greg's as her eyes involuntarily closed and her head was thrown back in her neck as she grunted and groaned with pleasure.

Moaning, almost hissing like a wildcat, she started pumping her sex against his pleasuring mouth and tongue, her hands finding grip in his grey hair holding him tight over her cunt as his fingers suddenly pinched her nipples harder making her gasp out loud "Hnnngfpf fuck yes!"

Her fingers pulled at his short silver hair as wave after wave of delightful tongue torture hit her clit. She had never been a vocal one but now she found herself moaning out loud to him "Fuck Greg, lick me! Lick my filthy cunt just like that. Suck that clit! Oh god hnnnngf yssss" and she knew she was closing in on her orgasm as fast as a bullet on its target.

His tongue was doing things to her she did not think possible and his grunts with delight while slurping her pussy were driving Chrissy almost insane with lust. It took her last bit of self control not to give in to the rush of the building orgasm as she pushed his pleasuring face away from her pussy gasping "Hmmmng nnnoo nnnott yet"

She had almost lost control over her body as she slid from the bed, to end up on the floor, just like him, on her knees right in front of his face again. His eyes burning with fire and his mouth and chin shiny with her juices. She placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue and as she pulled free hoarsely whispered "Fuck me Greg! I need to feel your big hard cock deep inside in my cunt right now!"

They both got on their feet and he gave her a shove, making her fall backwards on the bed again. He stood in front of her as she eagerly spread her legs for him, he grabbed his cock and started stroking it again "Do you need this cock Kiki? Do you need your cousin's big hard rod?"

Chrissy shuddered at his words and moaned "Yes Greg, please fuck your horny cousin slut with that fat dick. She needs it! Please shove it in my cunt, please!!"

Greg climbed on top of her and leaning on his arms hovered with his face over hers, his red tip pressed against her entrance, ready to penetrate but teasing, waiting. He looked into her eyes and grunted "Tell me you are my slut. Tell me that if I claim you now you will be mine forever!"

Kiki knew he was right and it was all she wanted, to be his forever. Her eyes already gave him the answer he knew she would give but still she whispered "Yes, I promise, yours forever, fuck me and claim me as yours Greg." and she moaned as with one gentle but deep thrust he entered her and she became his and he hers.

She could feel how her sex engulfed his hard cock and she started kissing him. Their eyes open, looking at each other, finding only truth as he gently starts pumping into her. Their tongues melting, their bodies melting, their souls melting, their entire beings melting together as one.

She drove her nails into his back as his cock started to ravish her soaking wet cunt "YhhhnHHHssSS Greg, god Yeessss fuck me harder" Hovering above her his hands on her neckline pounding into her he groaned repeatedly "Fuck fuck fuck Kiki fuck yes fuck fuck"

She could feel every inch of his rock hard girthy cock stretch out her pussy and it only took of few minutes of hard pounding when her orgasm hit her like a truck suddenly coming out of nowhere "YEEEEESSS GREEEEG DFFUCKJNHHGF GODZZZJ cCUMMNHHINGNGH CUUMMNGHG FPFPFHHGGGH FUCK MEEE."

As Chissy started clamoring with her body thrashing around under him Greg increased the pace and force of his thrusts. Feeling the contractions of his cousin's spasming orgasming cunt clench over his dick, milking him for his sperm, he could no longer hold back and joined in with her.

He kissed her and as he started shooting load after load of hot jizz deep in her pulsating cunt he moaned into her ear "YESSNNHnnG AAaarch take my cum. Make me cum KIKI, claim me as yours! I HNFg I MMM CCUUCUMh ghhFGGFh Cumminnngn."

He almost did not feel how Chrissy in her orgasmic high bit down hard in his neck marking him. As his last spurt of sperm was shot deep into her insides he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neckline.

He lay on top of her, his body quivering with his cock still twitching inside of her, his hardness slowly slackening now as the rush of their high ebbed away. She enjoyed the weight of his body on top of her, arms wrapped around each other holding tight, their faces next to each other's ears, listening to the slowly fading panting sounds of the other one.

Greg was the one to come back down to earth first. He lifted his head and looked at her with clear admiration in his eyes. Her eyes still numbed and glassy eyes from the immense orgasm as he whispered "There is no way out of this anymore cousin. Now you truly are mine Chrissy, as I am yours. I love you." and he kissed her lovingly, sealing their bonding vows.