Shooting his Shot with his Cousin

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Every basketball player knows the feeling. When you see that person in the stands, your dribble turns silky and your jump shot can't miss. You become prime Jordan, armed with all the confidence in the world.

And so there she was, sitting in the fifth row. Even in this arena full of zany undergrads, Belle stood out, my cousin's aura undeniable.

When her eyes met mine, she flashed me that million-dollar smile, the one that could melt the cartilage in men's knees. I took her smile as a sign, the cue I needed to put on a show for her.

It was the dying minutes of the second half, and I didn't care that my team was already up 20 points. Ball in my hand, I whizzed past my defender, crossed over another, then turbocharged toward the rim and leapt off two feet!

"Holy moly!" the arena commentator shouted. "What a dunk by #24! Folks, Danny Adelson just brought the house down with that windmill slam!"

I looked down at my palms and knew they would ache red after the game. Whatever, that dunk was fucking worth it! And the cheers from the student section were justifying my decision.

I glanced at Belle, seeking her reaction. She had her arms to the sky, hopping in place, her bouncing chest my reward for my showmanship.

"Woooo! Go Danny!" she shouted, and I faintly made out her voice amongst the masses.

Oww, what the fuck?! A sharp pain on my spine got me to spin around. Our rival team's best player, Troy Thomas, was staring menacingly at me. Did this asshole just seriously elbow me in my back?!

I stepped up to confront him, anger rising like the Hulk. "The fuck's your deal?"

"Showboating bitch!" Troy said. "Your team's up 20. No need for dunks like that!"

"Fuck off! I'll dunk whenever I want!"

"You think you're tough, Adelson? Just 'cause you put up numbers tonight. Outside these lines, you wouldn't do shit to my face, you fucking pussy."

"What'd you call me?!"

"You heard me, pussy!" he said, taunting. "Go ahead, take a swing, tough guy!"

I cocked a closed fist, ready to draw blood as red as this fucker's jersey. Then I felt an army of arms pulling me back. Realized my teammates were trying to keep me from racking up a battery charge.

The referees' loud whistles stopped play to squash matters, and Troy-dickhead-Thomas and I were steered toward our teams' respective benches.

"Adelson, what the hell!" my coach said to me, a reprimanding tone. "The game's basically decided. You didn't have to showboat like that!"

"Coach, I'm just playing basketball here! He's the one who elbowed me!" I argued.

"He was baiting you, Danny. You're not a freshman anymore, you know better." My coach let out a long sigh. "Hit the bench, kid. Your night's done."

I threw my arms up in the air, feeling like I was the victim here. I turned toward the stands, curious to see what Belle was making of this bullshit. Even from fifty feet away, I saw her look of dismay, as if the scuffle was my fault.

[1]

slice of college life.

Minutes later, when the final whistle sounded, my team obviously came out the victor.

I sought Belle's seat but saw it was... empty? Wait, had she already left? I would've expected her to at least catch up with me before dipping out. Confused, I traipsed into the locker room with my teammates, wondering if I'd hallucinated my older cousin tonight...

Hallucinations, fantasies, mirages--they wouldn't be out of the question when it came to how I saw Belle. She was a handful of years older, the only daughter of my dad's brother. To me, my cousin was the living embodiment of a wet dream. And since she modeled swimsuits for a living, it was fitting that she had my dick dreaming of one day swimming inside her.

What did it matter that we were related? I was a perpetually horny student-athlete and Belle ticked all my boxes: Creamy curves, tall slim body, long flowing blonde hair. The fact that I didn't think she looked much like me made it that much easier to detach from the taboo of it all.

If anything, I blamed Belle for my infatuation with her. Years ago, during a beach outing with the extended family, she'd saved my ass from drowning in a riptide. I'd swallowed so much saltwater when she'd dragged me out and brought me ashore. There, she gave me mouth-to-mouth, and I coughed myself back to consciousness to see her staring at me.

That seminal moment forever changed how I saw her. They say you never forget your first kiss... Mine just so happened to be with my cousin.

***

With the game over, I left the university arena to make the walk back to my dorm. My phone started ringing and I paused my feet when I saw the name. I cracked both sides of my neck, then eagerly brought my phone to my ear.

"Well, well, well," I said. "Look who's decided to finally say hi. Sup Belle?"

"Hi Danny!" Belle said. "You were awesome tonight!"

"Why thank you, Cuz. I aim to entertain."

"Well, minus that part where you lost your temper," she said.

"Bleh, not you too!" I said lightheartedly. "He provoked me, Belle."

"Remind me to share some meditation techniques next time I see you."

"Next time? Hold on, Belle, you didn't even tell me this time you were coming. I had no clue you'd be in attendance!"

"It was so last minute!" she said. "My best friend Vi wanted to go out. Then I remembered you'd texted me that one time, when I was in New York, about going to one of your games."

"Wait, so you're saying you only came to watch me because of your friend? How convenient..."

"Uhhh, okay?" She chuckled. "Are you trying to guilt me right now?"

Hell yeah, I was trying to guilt her! Trying to do more with Belle, actually, if I shot my shot right. In this moment, I wanted to put the full-court press on her, see how she'd react...

"Y'know," I said, "I would've thought my cool model cousin would've come to watch me 'cause she loves and supports me. Dude, you didn't even stay afterward to say hi..."

"Sorry! Rude, I know! My bestie was driving and wanted to beat the traffic."

"Sounds like you owe me a real visit then," I said. "You free this week? Let me take you out. Show you a good time."

Silence hovered over the line. And I sensed my cousin was maybe doing some math in her head, seeing if I slotted smoothly into her busy calendar.

"Come on, Belle," I said, pressing further. "We haven't seen each other since I started college last year. And we're living in the same city too! There's no excuse, Cuz. You're the older, wiser one. You should be the one taking me out."

"Wow Danny, you're making me out to be the worst," she said, chiding me. "Did you forget I'm a working model that travels a lot?"

I scoffed. "Okay globetrotter, where ya traveling this week?"

"Ummm," she said, slower than a snail to respond. "... Guess I've got no work trips at the moment."

"Hah! Then it's settled!" I said. "Tomorrow, we'll get dinner. Then I'll give you a tour of my dorm. It's pretty awesome the space they set student-athletes up with." I casually planted the seed, masking any innuendo with a friendly tone.

There was more silence on the line. Jesus, what more did Belle have to consider?

"Hmm, hear me out," she said. "I've always wondered what it'd be like going to college, y'know, if I hadn't gone straight into modeling. My dad really wanted me to go too..."

She took a beat to gather her words, and I waited patiently for the verdict.

"Okay, yeah, sure, let's do it!" she said. "I'll visit you, Danny. But I want a slice of that college life."

"What's that even mean, Belle? You wanna come with me to my classes?"

"Yes, obviously! That'd be part of it!"

I took a moment to let things sink in. Belle was agreeing to actually visit me. She hadn't exactly agreed to my dinner date proposal, but whatever, I wasn't going to whine here.

"Sure, why not, Cuz," I replied. "You can come with me to class. Maybe you can write my paper for me too. A bikini model typing away in a Word doc? Can't be any worse than what I'd produce."

She giggled. "Hey dummy! I'll have you know I was a decent high school student!"

"So you free to play 'college' tomorrow? I got a morning class you can join me for."

"Perfect, see you on campus!" Belle said. "Text me the details."

[2]

intro to geography.

The next day, I woke up early with a thick slab of morning wood and masturbation on my mind.

I figured that relieving myself now would help temper my raging hormones when I'd see Belle later. So, for this special self-pleasure session, I turned to my cousin's social media for prime jerk-off material.

On my phone, I pulled up a sizzling bikini photo of Belle that showcased those tasty thighs of hers, her flat stomach, her grope-worthy boobs, all splayed out on some sunny beach in Thailand.

Hand greased and cock stiff, I went to town on myself in the comforts of my private dorm. I was fast and efficient, if only because being a student-athlete meant operating on a tight schedule.

It only took me three minutes to splash cum on my abs before I reached for my bedside roll of toilet paper.

As I cleaned myself, I drooled over the possibility of bringing Belle back to my bedroom tonight. Could I really pull off seducing my cousin? That'd be a lofty goal! How could I get her to actually say yes?

I didn't exactly have a game plan laid out. But like in basketball, sometimes one has to let the game come to them, then adapt to its rhythms...

***

To start my day, I trekked toward the social sciences lecture hall in my blue track pants and matching zip jacket. Per usual, I got the familiar stares from my fellow students, either because they recognized me from the basketball team, or because I was a 6'7" lean-muscled giant.

"Hey Adelson!" a female voice shouted.

I turned my head and immediately recognized Belle, that familiar million-dollar smile. I walked over to her with swagger in my step.

"Sup Adelson," I said, dishing our surname back at her. "I see you found the lecture hall. You can read a map. Well done, Cuz."

She rolled her eyes. "Good morning to you too." She tiptoed to hug me, and I took the liberty to lift her inches off the ground, squeezed her to feel her body on mine, before setting her down.

"I swear, Danny," she said, looking up at me, "every time I see you, you're another inch taller."

"I'm all grown, Belle. Lapped you in height years ago, pal."

"Okay Frankenstein, tell me what you think, do I blend in as a student?" Belle pirouetted on her toes, modeling her red sweater and gray leggings. Her pink backpack too.

I laughed out loud. "First of all, you're wearing red, our rival school's color. You need some blue on you, Cuz. Your second mistake is that disastrous backpack you've got on. Why's it so pink? Feels like it's just missing unicorn print and Disney princesses."

"You jerk," she said. "This was my old backpack from high school. It has sentimental value."

"If you say so. I would've thought it was from when you were in kindergarten."

Belle took a beat to size me up, arms folded across her chest. "It's funny, I don't remember Little Danny being so... feisty with me. College must've added an edge. You do this whole schtick with the ladies?"

"Mind your business, Belle. That's between me and sorority row, namely Becky, or Anna. Carolyn. Jessica. Cynthia. Oh, and Stacy too."

"Wow... You really just did that." She shook her head with a smile. "Okay Danny. Not my little cousin anymore. Noted."

I stepped closer to her, craned my chin down. "Like I said, Belle... All grown now."

Belle met my eye contact and I ensnared her in an unsolicited staring contest. Five charged seconds later, she broke first by grinning, then diverted her eyes toward the lecture hall.

"Sooo, are we going to this class or not?" she asked.

I slapped her butt like a coach would to his player. "Yep, let's head in. Welcome to college, Adelson."

***

Inside the large lecture hall, seats were quickly filling up. I tried steering Belle toward the back row but she resisted and pulled me with her toward the front.

Settled in our seats, Belle tapped my leg. "So what class is this?"

"Intro to something-geography," I said.

"Got it." She zipped open her pink backpack and pulled out a notebook and pen, which made me burst into laughter.

"Are you serious, Belle? You don't have to take actual notes. You're not even--"

"Shush!" she whispered. "Lecture's starting. Don't distract me."

I swiped her pen to tease her and she quickly swiped it back. Then she gave me the shhh! finger.

All I could do was smile amusedly. My cousin's commitment to the student bit was going to make this geography class way more interesting.

The professor started speaking and I'd already zoned out. To be honest, the only geography I wanted to learn was my cousin's naked body. Mmm, I could map Belle's curves all day. Slide my south pole inside her tight longitude...

[3]

sense of community.

After my lone class for the day, I gave Belle a tour of the university center: the general hub for textbooks and campus services. She immediately gravitated to the student store, wanting to drown herself in the racks of licensed apparel.

"Danny, come here! Opinion please." She held up a blue sweater with my school's initials embroidered across the front. "Should I buy this?"

"Do it. Beats that red sweater of yours. And hey, considering your day job, this beachy piece might also be up your alley." I handed her a hanger holding a blue bikini set with my school's logo printed on one of the cups.

"Ooo! Cute! I'm getting that too!"

"The bikini's on me," I said. "My gift to you, Cuz."

"What? Danny, you don't have to do that."

Of course I did! Buying Belle something this skimpy would be a privilege. She'd hopefully take a mirror photo of herself wearing it, then post it to her social media. When that day came, I'd be ready with the photo on my phone in one hand, my lotioned cock in the other.

I did my best to hide a perverted smile. "Belle, the gift's a small token of my appreciation. Thanks for visiting me, Cuz."

"Aw, you've got a sweet side after all. Thanks Danny. I appreciate you." She tiptoed up to kiss my cheek, a gesture of affection that swelled my lust and--to my surprise--my heart?

***

We exited the student store with my cousin eager to blend in with the populace. She'd buried her red sweater in her backpack in favor of the blue one she'd just bought.

As we strolled along the campus promenade, a female voice shouted at us, "Hey! Excuse me!"

We walked over to a skinny brunette with a lot of eye makeup, sporting Greek letters on her sweatshirt.

"You're Danny Adelson, right? Basketball team," the stranger said to me.

"That'd be me. How can I help you?"

"You can introduce me to your friend here." She looked at Belle. "Hi, I'm Candy. Haven't seen your pretty face on campus before. What's your name?"

"Belle. Nice to meet you."

"I just had to stop you, Belle," Candy said. "You're stunning. Can I ask what sorority you're in?"

The question seemed to fluster Belle, so I quickly stepped in. "She isn't part of one at the moment," I said.

My cousin shot me a confused look and I widened my eyes to tell her to just roll with the improv.

"Whatcha majoring in, honey?" Candy asked.

"Um... Engineering," Belle said sincerely, which got me to snort.

"Ambitious, I love it!" Candy said. "Anyway, if you're not tied, I think you'd make a great addition to Kappa. Our sorority is the best on campus. You interested?"

"You really think I'd fit in?" Belle asked.

"Honey, you'd more than fit in! And before you start getting the wrong idea about us, we don't just accept girls with model looks, nor do we just party all year. Kappa does great volunteer work. Every one of the girls is like a sibling to me. It's a true sisterhood."

"I don't have a sister," Belle said.

"You'll have fifty with us," Candy replied, a friendly smile.

Observing Belle's demeanor, she looked genuinely taken by Candy's words.

I tried to put myself in my cousin's shoes. Realized it must be pretty isolating for a model like her, traveling from one city to the next, job to job, never really feeling rooted to a community.

For Belle, I guess her fellow models were her peers. But were they genuine friendships? Or were they more cutthroat rivals, all vying for the same work? These questions didn't seem like easy things for any young adult to navigate.

Putting aside my horny desires for a second, I felt sudden sympathy for my cousin. As flashy and exciting as her life seemed, perhaps it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Definitely felt more complex than the one I was living.

"Thanks for the kind invite," Belle said to Candy. "I'll have to politely decline. Life's taken me down another path. I'm sorry."

"Aw, honey, no need to apologize." Candy reached out to give Belle a hug, one that I think my cousin, deep down, really appreciated.

Belle and I continued along the promenade in silence.

I nudged her. "You okay, Cuz? You seem... sad?"

"... Yeah, maybe, I dunno," she said pensively. "I think I'm just feeling kinda... left out?"

[4]

show of gratitude.

Belle and I enjoyed lunch at a campus food court, where we had the chance to catch up on all things life.

I asked her about her modeling career and she said it couldn't have been going any better success-wise. At the same time, she admitted it could get pretty lonely, always traveling solo, having to live out of a suitcase. She confessed that sometimes, it felt like she'd grown up too fast, after having thrust herself into the working world straight out of high school.

To lighten the convo, I brought up some old family memories, specifically the one where Belle had given me mouth-to-mouth on that potentially life-ending beach day. I joked with her that she was technically my first kiss. Then I piled on, saying her technique was pretty poor and could've used more tongue, which got her to laugh and kick me under the table.

***

After we'd digested lunch, the next stop on the agenda was the athletic complex on campus.

I needed to get my recovery routine done, do a light workout to maintain my conditioning for my next game. I told Belle that while I did my thing, she could explore the complex herself, get her own workout in if she wanted.

As Belle and I approached the building entrance, she stopped me.

"Wait, how exactly am I getting inside?" she asked. "I'm not an athlete, let alone a student."

"Of course you're one of us!" I said warmly. "You're an honorary. Just look at you in your blue sweater. Plus, you're Kappa girl material."

She smiled. "Before you snort again, I really could've been an engineer, y'know. I would've put my heart in it, 100%."

"I know, I believe it," I said unironically. "You'd be the hottest engineer making bridges or bombs or whatever you'd do."

She laughed. "You're so dumb."

"Now watch how I engineer a way to get you into the athletic complex. Shall we head in?" I started walking toward the entrance, but I felt a grapple on my wrist.

"Danny," she said softly.

I turned around, curious the hold up. Belle had her lips tucked, her blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"Thanks," she said.

"For what?" I asked.

She stared at me, freely taking her time. Then she slapped my butt. "Okay, let's head in, Adelson. I love me a good workout."

***

Inside the athletic complex, Belle and I split up and agreed to meet later. She went off to do her own workout while I got some jump shot reps in.

After I finished my drills, I did a light body rinse and went straight to the sauna, with only a towel wrapped around my waist. The humid wood-paneled room was unoccupied when I entered, giving me some peace and quiet to ponder.

I thought back to my mental state when I started my morning, namely my mission to seduce my cousin. Admittedly, after spending the day with her, I found my horny motives giving way to something more wholesome.

Thinking back, hanging out alone together was something Belle and I never did as kids. She interacted more with my older brother, whereas I'd gotten grouped with the younger cousins.

Today though, I got to know Belle better one-on-one, which lent me a new, unfiltered perspective. Felt like I was given glimpses into her inner thoughts, her insecurities, regrets even. It helped me see her as more than a model. More than just a mouth-watering piece of meat.

The door to the sauna swung open.

"Oh, there you are," Belle said, wearing a white bathrobe. "Looks like we had the same idea. We must be related or something. Cool if I join you?"

"Of course." I waved her in. "Did you end up working out?"

"Yep, did some yoga! Hopped into a fitness studio with other student-athletes." Belle sat down on the wooden bench. "The guided meditation was really good. You should've joined."

"Eh, no thanks," I said. "Not into that mindfulness mumbo jumbo."

"That's too bad, Danny. It can do wonders for your focus. Especially when you're feeling angry."

"I'll take your word for it," I said. "I'd rather spend that time working out more."

"Really, Cuz? It's not like your abs can get any more defined."

I looked down at my bare stomach, forgetting that my body was half-naked for her to see.

She scooted right next to me along the wooden bench. Pressed her fingertips into my abs. "These things are bulletproof. Jeez, no wonder you've got sorority row tied around your finger."

I chuckled. "What, not because of my handsome face?"

"Nope, not really," she said, smiling. "You're hideous upstairs."

Belle's playful barb felt like she was daring me to bite back, to take her hand in a verbal salsa dance. Not a problem! I had no issue going toe-to-toe with my older cousin.

I smirked her way. "A gorgeous model calling others hideous. Interesting. Not the best look for your brand, Adelson."

Belle grinned. "Aww, did Little Danny just call me gorgeous? How adorable is that!"

"Don't let it get to your head, Cuz. It's already pretty big." I patted her dome like a dog, and she playfully pushed my hand away.

"Pretty big, eh?" she said. "We'll circle back to those words... In the meantime, it's kinda hot in here..."

She stood up and brought her hands to the belt of her robe. She slowly unknotted it, deliberate with her movements. Then her fingers traveled up to pinch each lapel, slowly pulled them apart until the terry cloth slid off her body entirely.

I sat in awe as I realized Belle had on the blue bikini I'd bought her earlier at the student store. She looked unbelievable in it, better than my imagination could've ever rendered! I almost rubbed my eyes to make sure this wasn't some cruel mirage.

She stood over me in my seated position, yummy curves and moist skin luring my vision.

"Now who's pretty big?" she said, turning her eyes down toward my crotch.

I was both erect and speechless. Underneath my towel, the thick outline of my cock was glaringly obvious.

"Danny, do some mental exercise with me, yeah?"

"What?" I said, voice croaking.

"I wanna do some guided meditation in here. You and me. Start by shutting your eyes."

I did as instructed, trying to pin down how sexual this situation was meant to be.

"Now relax your mind," she said. "This is a calm and peaceful space. Anger is natural, but it's something that can be controlled over time."

Anger? What was she even talking about?

"Deep breath in," she said. "Now let it out... Good. Let's repeat."

My eyes still closed, I inhaled and exhaled, following her guidance. Then I felt the weight of her thighs. She'd straddled me, resting her rear atop my toweled lap.

Belle continued, "When another basketball player provokes you, try and remember these steps: First, set your intention. Absorb the negativity, allow the words to sink in. Then breathe out and let them slide right off you."

Huh? Was Belle referring to my altercation at my previous game? With Troy-dickhead-Thomas? Me wanting to break his jaw off was fair game if you asked me. If anything, my bouts of anger were what made me the fierce competitor I was.

"In tense moments like that," she said, "regain your focus by listening to your breaths."

I drew a deep breath in the moment, my cock still throbbing under a towel between her thighs.

"Gratitude's also important," she said. "You've got this awesome privilege to play a sport you love, to represent your university, to make others happy when you play well."

I felt a hand caress my covered cock, and a fever shot through every bone in my body.

"You've got my gratitude too, Danny... I wanna thank you for inviting me. Letting me be a college student for a day. I got a small peek into a life I could've lived. Absolutely loved every minute we spent together, getting to know each other more, just you and me. My little-not-so-little cousin."

Her hand slipped beneath my towel, undoing its wrap, and I briskly opened my eyes. Belle was up close and personal, mounted on my lap, lust coloring her face.

"Okay to thank you like this?" she asked, her fingers encircling my girth, skin on hot skin.

My breaths shortened as I watched my erection pulse in her grip. Belle drooled a line of saliva onto my tip, then coated it over my shaft with gentle fingers.

"Talk to me," she whispered sultrily. "Can I thank you with my hand?"

"Fuck yes," I said, words gushing out like a burst pipe.

Belle began jerking my cock and I felt like this sauna couldn't get any steamier. Her grip was firm, her stroke sensual. Her audible breaths filled my ears, lulling me into a dreamy trance.

"Love this bikini you bought me," she said. "You must love it too. You keep on staring at it..."

She wasn't kidding. My eyes were stuck to her chest, the way her tits were practically spilling out.

"Go on, Danny. Don't get all shy now. Take them out."

I finally tore my eyes away and brought them up to hers, just to confirm my cousin had given me this crazy go-ahead. Belle nodded, her eyes scorched with desire.

My fingers tingled as I brought them to her bust. I freed each breast, resting them over the blue bikini cotton. I was left to gaze at two perfect, perky mounds that instantly flooded my mouth with saliva.

"They wanna meet your tongue," she said invitingly. "Make an intro."

Desperate to feast, I lurched forward with my lips and latched onto her nipple. Sweet syrup soaked my taste buds as I suckled and licked, indulging in the best sugar rush of my life!

Belle continued to jerk me. "Does my hand feel good?"

"Mmhmm," I mumbled, my mouth busy with one nipple, my thumb spinning tiny circles over the other.

"God, I'm so wet," she said. "Feel me down there."

Belle stretched the front of her bikini bottom aside. I glanced down and her pussy lips were glistening for my arrival.

I curled two fingers in and her walls greeted me oh so warmly, wetly, wicked and wondrous. Belle continued stroking my cock and we matched tempos like a synchronized sport.

"Mmm, my god!" she said, moaning her approval. "Your fingers are fucking me so good!"

"Keep at it, Belle!" I jutted my cock inside her grasp. "Don't loosen your hand!"

"Danny, please! Make me fucking come already!"

Her words rang through my ears and I sharpened my focus like a championship was at stake. I applied pressure inside her upper wall, rubbing the spot I'd gotten girls to squeal from before.

My cousin returned the favor, jacking me off with a grip so snug that I knew it wouldn't be long until I sprayed the air like a fountain.

"I'm gonna come soon," I said.

"Me first!" she shouted. Her head whipped back, mouth gasping as her thighs tightened on my lap.

Watching Belle orgasm was like dousing gasoline on my open flame. I roared out my own release. Arched a cumshot so high that it landed on her tits, taking her by surprise.

We exhaled our lungs out as we watched hot jizz drip down the swells of her breasts.

I spoke first, feeling like I needed to break the silence. "Fuck, Belle, um... I just, I just came on you..."

"No kidding," she said, eyes on my dripping cum. "Quite the range on that release. Is this what they call a three-pointer in your sport?"

I broke into a fit of laughter, gave Belle a spirited high-five. Her humor was somehow perfect, poofing away any weird, post-sex tension that could've curdled.

Eventually, she got off my lap, a satisfied look on her face. "Well Danny, not gonna lie, that was pretty fun for me. Did you enjoy it too?"

"More than enjoyed, Belle. I could die a happy college student!"

"It's too bad we couldn't do more," she said. "You have no idea how much I wanted to sit on that thing."

"What! Why didn't you?!"

"Danny, you know I love you, but I'd rather not risk my health. You shouldn't risk yours either. You don't know where my pussy's been."

"Where's it been, Belle? I thought you were a virgin, no?"

"Ha! You're a comedian now, hilarious." My cousin was all smiles as she grabbed her robe to put back on. "Hey, let's get some dinner. Suddenly I'm starving."

"Hell yeah! I know a good sit-down place off-campus. If you're driving, I'm buying."

"Cool, then maybe afterward, you could show me your dorm?" She sported a knowing grin. "I'm assuming you've got the safety precautions there we could use..."

"Infinite supply," I said. "Trojan should be sponsoring me."

Belle laughed. "Okay, we've got a plan then. I'm off to the ladies' locker room to rinse off. Wash up well, Cuz. I want you fresh for later."

***

After we showered and cleaned up, Belle and I left the athletic complex for her car in the parking garage. On the walk there, her phone started buzzing and she answered a call.

"Hey Sol, what's up?" she said. "Oh! When?... With Rodrigo?... I see... Um, is there no flexibility on the timing? I have plans tonight... Alright, alright, I get it. I know it's a big brand... Answer's yes. Thanks for looking out. Bye."

I watched Belle hang up the call, then huff deflatedly. She stopped walking and faced me.

"Everything okay?" I asked. "Who was that?"

"My agent," she replied. "He booked me a last-minute job in Santorini with one of my favorite photographers."

"Oh. So when do you have to leave?"

"Right now, basically. Gotta head home to pack, then straight to the airport." Belle looked disappointed. "I'm gonna have to take a raincheck on dinner."

"Oh..."

I felt a pang of sadness that our day was ending sooner than preferred. But the sensible side of me understood how reality worked. Belle was a busy, in-demand model. She probably had to chase the work to continue getting work.

"I'm really sorry, Danny. I was looking forward to dinner... And afterward too."

"Yeah... It's cool, Belle. I understand." I buried my hands in my pockets, scraped the concrete with the toe of my sneaker. "Well, guess I'll see ya when I see ya, Adelson."

Belle stared at me with that same sparkle in her blue eyes. "Bend down a little, Frankenstein."

"What?" I said.

She went ahead and pulled my neck toward her as she tiptoed up to kiss my lips. I felt her tongue slither past and I opened up to trade spit with my cousin, for however many glorious seconds we made out.

"There ya go," she said, returning her heels to the ground. "A new mouth-to-mouth memory to leave you with. With that tongue you'd wanted. Sad I gotta leave you so soon, but we'll hang out again, Danny. I owe you one."

[5]

GAME DAY.

A month later, life went on and I hadn't heard much from Belle. I assumed she was busy with work and whatnot. It was no hard feelings on my end. I had a busy schedule of my own to tend to.

Tonight's basketball game was against my school's crosstown rival again, those fuckers in red. This time it was an away game for us, with the best record in the conference on the line.

The opposition's arena was already raucous when my team arrived on the court for our pre-game warmup.

As I got my practice shots in, I noticed a fleck of blue apparel amongst all the red. I focused my eye line and saw her sitting courtside, her blonde hair dazzling like sunshine.

I immediately walked over to her. "Hey Adelson!" I said. "You sure love showing up to these things unannounced."

"You played pretty well the last time I did," Belle said. "Maybe it's the secret formula."

"I hope so. You here alone? No bestie?"

"Just me this time. Solo," she said, smiling. "Good luck tonight, Danny. You can count on me being here when the game ends. And after too..."

"Um, does that mean what I think it means?" I asked, licking my lips.

Belle's lustrous eyes spoke volumes. "I owe you a hangout, remember? But it's gotta be tonight, Cuz. I'm flying out tomorrow. Gonna spend a few months overseas to focus on some international work."

"Gotcha, tonight it is then! I'll be free."

"Hopefully not too tired?"

"Pshh! I'm an athlete, Belle!" I said with gusto. "You'll see what I mean."

"Ooo, interesting tease," she said. "Well, you should get back to warming up with your team. You don't wanna be cold when it counts." Belle winked at me.

I drew a deep breath, thinking of all the pleasurable possibilities after the game. Who knew I'd be scoring both points and pussy tonight.

As I returned to my team, I was intercepted by a familiar face on the opposition: Troy-dickhead-Thomas. His own team was warming up on the other end of the court.

"Sup Adelson," he said to me.

"Fuck off, Troy. Game hasn't even started yet."

"Yeesh! So angry already," he said mockingly. "Take it easy, buddy."

"What the hell do you want, man?"

"Who's that blonde you were talking to? Girlfriend or groupie?"

"None of your business," I said.

"Roger that, bud. Best of luck tonight." He sneered at me as he walked back toward his team.

***

The game started and both teams kept it close early on. Troy and I guarded each other tough on every possession, but I managed to make some difficult shots. So did he.

With five seconds left in the first half, my team was down a point and I received the ball on the wing.

Isolated against Troy, I jab-stepped left but slipped right instead, leaving him in the dust. I glided along the baseline and pulled up to shoot a mid-range jumper before the buzzer sounded. Swish! Easy two points!

I looked back at Troy and gestured finger guns at him. He flipped me the middle finger, away from view of the referees.

As my team left the court for the locker room, I glanced at Belle courtside and she blew me a kiss. My mind went to naughty places, thinking about what else she might be blowing tonight, what number of positions we'd have our bodies in.

***

As my team jogged back onto the court for the second half, I was feeling ecstatic, having already racked up 15 points. I was confident we'd win if we continued playing with the same intensity.

When I looked Belle's way, my mood immediately ruptured.

Troy Thomas was standing courtside, chatting my cousin up, both of them wearing cheery smiles. What the fuck were they even talking about?

I could tell Troy was looking down Belle's low-cut shirt, getting the greatest view of her cleavage. Then he placed his hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing her so close to her bare neck. What the fuck!

Belle removed his hand, but she looked so cordial doing it. If I were her, I would've delivered a straight jab to his nuts!

Fuck this, I'd seen enough. It was time I confronted the dickhead!

"Adelson!" My head coach got my attention from behind me. He waved at me with his mini dry-erase board.

I glanced back at Belle and Troy, and he'd gone back to warming up with his team. Belle, on the other hand, noticed me and wiggled her fingers as a friendly hello.

"Danny!" my coach shouted again. "Not gonna ask you twice, kid! Get over here or you're starting the half on the bench!"

***

The second half got going and my attention wasn't where it should've been.

I couldn't shake Troy's interaction with Belle, wondering what the fuck he'd said to her. He'd placed his hand on her too. What did that mean? The fact that Belle hadn't slapped his hand away immediately? It meant he'd charmed her. Or worse, she liked it.

I had the ball at the top of the three-point line. Troy stepped up to guard me, his legs bent and arms out.

"You got lucky on me last half," he said. "You're not driving past me again."

"Don't have to," I said. I rose up and tried shooting a three-pointer but the fucker timed his block and got a piece of it.

Troy gathered the loose ball and dribbled quickly toward the other end on a fast break. I kept up with him, but I had poor positioning. As he neared the rim, Troy launched off the ground and dunked it ferociously, bumping me off-balance in the process. I fell to the hardwood.

To make matters worse, I got called for a foul for blocking his path, granting him a bonus free throw.

I sat embarrassingly on my ass, looking up to see Troy glaring down at me like I was a pathetic peasant.

"How's it feel down there, pussy?" he said.

I quickly rose to my feet and got in his face.

"Here's a secret, Adelson," Troy said. "After my team wins tonight, I'm dragging your cousin back to my dorm. Gonna tear that pussy of hers to shreds! Belle's gonna be my slut tonight!"

My blood boiled in tune with my fist clenching.

Troy continued, "And y'know what, your cousin ain't even that hot. Bitch has a butter face! Gonna look a whole lot prettier with my cum all over it."

Fuck this motherfucker! I loaded up and delivered a right hook to Troy's jaw, causing him to topple backward. I followed him to the floor to continue my barrage, alternating hammer fists to his face like a primate.

Swarms of bodies swiftly descended around us as endless whistles went off in the arena! I felt myself being grabbed from all directions. Eventually, my team's coaching staff was able to wrest me from the pack.

My head coach pulled me aside. "Adelson, have you lost your fucking mind?!"

"He crossed a line, coach!"

"Goddammit, Danny! You already know what's coming for you!"

Sure enough, after the teams were separated, the arena announcers relayed the referees' ruling to the crowd: "Flagrant 2 Foul on #24 on the away team, Daniel Adelson. Automatic ejection for violent conduct."

The ruling rang in my ear like a guilty verdict, a gut punch I felt the impact of when I realized my coach and teammates refused to look my way.

***

I was escorted by a staffer to the locker room, left to wallow alone for my behavior.

On a TV, I watched the game resume without me. Within minutes, our rivals jumped out to a big lead and I hated that there was nothing I could do to help. Hated that I'd left my team in this shitty bind to begin with.

My phone vibrated. It was a text from Belle: "Meet outside?"

I snuck out of the locker room and met her in the parking lot. She now had her blue university sweater on, paired with a forlorn look.

"Let's go for a ride," she said gloomily, gesturing toward her car.

I obeyed without protest and we set off on the road. I stared out the passenger window, slumped in my seat, feeling cold and numb.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Not really..."

"What set you off?"

"His bullshit," I said.

"What does that mean?" she asked kindly, trying to understand.

I turned toward her. "Belle, I saw Troy talking to you before the second half started. He had his hand on your shoulder. Why'd you even talk to him in the first place? He's the asshole that elbowed me that last game you were at."

"Danny, honestly, I didn't even recognize him from that. I was just being courteous. He approached me, told me he'd seen me from somewhere familiar. Then I told him what I did for work, and that I was your cousin. He put his hand on my shoulder to offer fake condolences, for the 'beating' his team was gonna put on yours tonight. It was all harmless."

I let out a heavy breath, realizing what an idiot I was for having fallen into Troy's trap.

"Now I'm the one who's feeling bad," she said. "Maybe I should've never come to the game."

"It's not your fault, Belle."

"I still don't get why you attacked him like that," she said.

"Troy said something to me about you," I replied. "Your first guess would be the right one."

She shook her head. "Figures. Boys. I wish you had let it go. It wasn't smart what you did."

"We're family, Belle. I'm always gonna stand up for you."

She sighed loudly before the car ride went silent. I stared out the window, observing the glow of streetlights illuminating quiet storefronts. It made for a serene scene to counter the chaos inside my head.

I checked my phone. Saw missed calls and texts from both my dad and brother, and even my Uncle Phil too, Belle's dad. The thought of letting them all down made me feel like I'd disgraced our entire family.

I turned toward her. "Belle, I think I fucked up bad... I'm gonna get suspended for sure. Or shit, I might even get kicked off the team. Fuck... What do I do?"

She pulled into a parking lot of a busy burger stand. Parked and shut off the engine. I looked at her, and she had sadness written all over.

"Listen," she said, "I know this might sound rich coming from me, a cousin you don't see all that often, but... but just know that I care about you, Danny... I think you need to get a handle on your temper, find a way to keep it from spiraling in those situations. Otherwise, it's gonna be something that'll always hold you back."

She gently placed her hand on my shoulder. "And hey, I know the road ahead looks rough. If I wasn't gonna be overseas, I'd wanna be by your side, helping you in any way I could. But I won't leave you hanging, okay? I'll check in with you regularly, Danny. Texts and calls."

I stared at her, speechless and still numb, dwelling on the nightmarish thought that my athletic scholarship was a goner. What would I do if I couldn't play basketball on a free ride? Could I still take classes at my university? I wasn't even a good student. What'd even be the point?

She unlocked her car doors. "Come on, burgers on me," she said. "Then I'll take you back to the arena."

I remained pat, slouched in her passenger seat.

"Take it a day at a time," Belle said. "You're gonna be okay, Cuz."

[6]

NEW DAY.

Months later and I hadn't played a basketball game since. I'd kept my scholarship but was suspended for the rest of the season.

When it came time for the national tournament, my team got trounced in the first round, in part due to my self-inflicted absence, something I obviously felt terrible about. The guilt was so bad that it stuck with me like a tumor, festering day after day, weighing heavily on my mental.

Thank god for Belle. She kept her promise and regularly touched base with me, making sure I stayed afloat, even though she was far away for work, busy with her own life.

Our weekly phone conversations were a godsend. Just hearing her bright and peppy voice kept my spirits up when I felt my worst. I appreciated her frequent texts, where she'd tag on small motivational messages to help me stay positive through it all.

With more free time on my hands, I took a leap and started doing meditation, sometimes even with Belle over the phone. The practice gradually proved invaluable, the more I saw its benefits filtering into my daily life. I became a calmer, more self-aware person, less anxious and temperamental.

When I played pick-up games at the park, and the neighborhood smack-talker got in my face, I remembered to employ the simple steps to bring me back to balance. Found that the best rebuttal to instigators was to just play well, be a good teammate, and be the better person.

***

I'd gotten an invite to a local address--one I hadn't had the privilege of visiting before.

It was nearly noon when I arrived at a residential high-rise. I traversed a lavish lobby, jumped into an elevator, nerves and excitement prickling my limbs. I felt for the folded paper inside my pocket, making sure I guarded it with my life.

Once outside the elevator, I located the unit number and rang its doorbell. Took a deep, controlled breath to calm myself.

The door slowly swung open.

"Hi Adelson," she said, smiling. "You found my place. You can read a map. Well done, Cuz."

"Ah, touché. These are for you, by the way." I handed her a bouquet of yellow and pink flowers.

"Aw, thank you, Danny."

Dressed in her casual navy blue zip-up, Belle welcomed me inside her luxury apartment, the type of place someone young and successful like her would live, complete with a breathtaking balcony view of the city.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.

"A beer is fine," I said.

"Nice try, smart guy. You're not 21."

"Just testing you," I said playfully.

"Speaking of tests... Did you bring a copy?" she asked.

I reached into my pocket and handed her the folded paper I'd been holding onto like my golden ticket. She unfolded and inspected it. A grin grew on her face.

"Cool," she said. "Clean as a whistle. Here's mine." She offered me a paper of her own that I didn't take.

"It's okay, I trust you, Belle."

She chuckled. "Danny, don't start putting me on a pedestal. We're just two adults here trying to be safe."

Belle made sure I took the paper. I checked and confirmed her test results matched mine.

"Hey," she said, resting both hands on my shoulders. "On a serious note, I think you've grown a lot since that game. Worked really hard to improve yourself. And I'm so proud of you, y'know." She hugged me tight and I felt the genuine love imbued in her touch.

"Thanks Cuz," I said. "Couldn't have done it without your support."

Her hand drifted below my waist, taking hold of the bulge over my jersey shorts. "Okay, time to get down to business. Are you ready to play, mister basketball star?" she whispered in my ear.

"Shooter's shoot, Belle. It's what I do."

"That's what I like to hear," she said. "Stay here and get yourself nice and ready. I'm going to my bedroom to change."

***

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I monitored a stopwatch app on my phone and each passing second felt like a painstaking hour.

Ten minutes went by and Belle still hadn't returned to me. With my ready cock aching for action, I decided to say screw it and just stroll into her bedroom to see what was up.

When I gently pushed open her door, I was surprised to find her posed on her bed, naked and gorgeous and appetizing.

"About time you checked into the game," she said. "The score's tied, with 10 seconds left on the clock. Danny Adelson dribbles down the court. 9..."

I quickly made sense of her commentary. "Hold on!" I said.

"8... 7..." she said, teasingly impatient.

I flung clothes off me like they were on fire.

"6... 5..."

Naked, I transferred spit from hand to shaft.

"4...3..."

I hopped onto her bed.

"2..."

Belle spread her legs to welcome me and I stared down the narrowest, pinkest hoop with conviction. No way I was gonna miss this shot!

"1..."

I slowly pierced Belle's pussy and we both moaned in unison. Her eyes met mine and no buzzer-beater in the world could match the thrill of barebacking my sexy cousin.

"Adelson wins it!" she said cutely. "Adelsons, actually!"

"God, you feel so good, Belle," I said, my cock settling into her sleeve.

"I've been waiting for this since the sauna," she said. "Let's see whatcha got, Danny."

In missionary, I fired up the ignition and began sawing into her steadily. She was so slick, so warm, her clamp on me tight and cozy.

Belle's hands traveled to my ass to grope my glutes, feeling the muscles feeding our pleasures. "Oh god yes!" she said. "I want this cock in every position today."

"Say less!" I moved her onto her side and spooned her from behind, resumed my pumps as I palmed her breast in tiny circles.

Cuddled in my spoon, Belle and I fucked for a good while, measured and unhurried. Our lips frequently met to kiss, and our hands freely fondled. The medley of stimuli was almost too much, but I focused on being present in the moment, allowing myself to absorb every sensation without overheating my system.

"This feels nice," Belle said. "Not what I expected at all. I thought you'd be a battering ram. Done in a few minutes."

"I think meditation's done me good," I said. "I'm focused. Slow and steady to savor."

"Love that. But something you should know about me, Danny... Sometimes I love it fucking rough. Batter this pussy for me, will ya?"

I wasn't going to say no to that! I rested Belle's belly on the bed as I straddled her thighs, staring down at her ass cheeks. I slotted my cock back in and she whimpered in delight.

Eager to please, I squeezed her cheeks together as I delivered a series of relentless, unforgiving thrusts. The perks of being an athlete meant I had elite stamina. I could pound Belle's pussy all day long, no timeouts, no need for halftime or water breaks.

"How's that feel, Kappa girl?" I said.

"So fucking good!" she cried out. "God Danny! Your cock's killin' me here!"

Minutes of walloping thumps and I eventually eased up. Dialed down my pace without ever pulling out. I wiped my sweaty forehead with my forearm, feeling like life couldn't get any better than this.

"Take a breath for a minute," she said. "Keep it in. My turn."

I gave my hips a rest and watched as Belle's hips started their own gyration, some spherical motion that was working wonders on my nerve endings. I was both impressed and obsessed! No sorority girl I'd ever been with boasted this move in their locker.

"Fuck, Belle, this shit feels incredible. It's gonna make me come."

"Good, I want you to! Fill this pussy up!"

I leaned forward and rested my body atop her back, reached under to grope her tits as she continued milking me. When I buried my nose in her blonde hair, the citrus aroma tickled my senses, literally a hair trigger.

My muscles stiffened as wave after wave of cum gushed into my cousin's canal. The sensation was overwhelming, like a parade of pleasure-filled explosions were popping off inside me, by far the most intense orgasm of my life.

I exhaled deeply into her hair on my come down, eventually withdrew and rolled off her body. Seconds later, Belle started giggling randomly.

"Should I be scared to ask what's funny?" I asked.

She turned to face me, smiling, head on a pillow. "Just thinking silly thoughts..."

"Such as?"

She felt for my white goo lining her slit. "Like if I weren't on birth control, and you'd gotten me pregnant, our kid would turn out to be freakishly tall. Good for either a future model or basketball player. Maybe both."

"Wow, nice pillow talk, Adelson," I said, laughing.

Belle's humor served to paper over the fact that I'd just deposited a fat creampie in a family member.

She hopped off her bed. "Having fun with you always makes me hungry. I'm gonna order in for lunch so we can get back to it after. This day's far from done, Danny! Pace yourself."

***

Indeed, it was a fun-filled day of sex at my cousin's apartment. Felt like an adult version of Disneyland, with her various rooms as the themed attractions. I loved exploring Living Room Sofa Land with Belle. Kitchen Island too. Bathroom Vanity's Edge was also a blast.

The day wasn't all non-stop fucking. Foreplay was sprinkled throughout, where Belle sucked me off as much as I ate her out. We also took breaks to snack and rehydrate. Even got a calming yoga session in to mentally recharge and keep our limbs from cramping.

I ended up finishing three more times in three different places: my cousin's lower back, her comfy mouth, and of course, her awesome tits.

When it was all said and done, the sun had set and a hearty dinner was had. Belle escorted me to her front door, dressed in a satin robe scented with our sweat and fluids.

"What can I say, Belle? Today's going down as my new favorite memory with you."

"Ditto." She smiled. "You tired me out, Cuz! That's hard to do."

"I don't wanna sound clingy, but I wouldn't mind doing this again."

"Oh don't you worry, Danny. This won't be the last time. Wish I could say when the next one will be, but as always, depends on my crazy calendar."

"Of course, no worries at all. So, where ya flying off to next for work?"

"Istanbul," she said.

"Never heard of that country. Is that in Africa?" I asked sincerely.

Belle laughed her ass off. "Love you, Danny! I sure hope you passed that geography class, Cuz."

***

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! A vote, comment, and/or follow would make my day. This story was my contribution to Literotica's Yay Sports Author-Organized Challenge. If interested, I've got other loosely-connected Belle standalone stories, and a completed voyeur-themed Belle series as well. More info and updates on my Author Page!  =)