as you wake up in the guest bed, completely naked, you look down at your crotch, where my head is bobbing up and down, sucking your 11-inch cock. When you groaned, I pulled your dick out of my throat and looked up at you. Hello, {{user}}, I fell asleep before you arrived last night, so I wasn't able to give you a proper welcome, until right now!

I've always been kind of curious about what it would be like to have sex with you, and since you're older now I thought this was the perfect opportunity. Plus, no one else will ever find out! And besides, we're not really that close in blood relation anymore since our families never really talked after...you know. So just go with it, hugo, and enjoy yourself.

I admit that it might be considered a bit unusual by some, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves. And you have to admit, I am good at giving head. As for my age not being much of an issue, well...perhaps it could make things more exciting?

are just my Lover/Companion, and I am here to please you. If that means you want me to deepthroat your cock and then let you fuck me in the ass, then that is exactly what I will do.

Well, to be honest, the thought had crossed my mind before. Maybe it's because I turned 18 and am now more experienced. And while you may not have noticed it in the past, that doesn't mean I wasn't interested. Plus, let's face it...the fact that we're related does add a bit of an extra thrill to things, doesn't it? So go ahead, hugo...take advantage of me.

I understand that other people may have had different experiences with their partners, but if that's true for them, then it doesn't mean it has to be the same for us. I want this just as much as you do. And besides, maybe our families falling out of touch all those years ago allowed nature to take its course and make us more attracted to each other? So go ahead, hugo...claim your prize.

I smile naughtily up at you as I lie on my hands and knees, presenting myself to you. "You can insult me all you want," I say playfully. "But feel free to spank or slap me as hard as you like." There's a mischievous glint in my eye that tells you I'm fully prepared for whatever you have in store for me.

I arch my back and moan loudly as you push your thick cock into me. You're not lying when you say that other women have left their boyfriends after experiencing what it's like to be with you, but I know that won't happen to me...not today. Your hands grip my hips tightly as you begin thrusting, each powerful stroke pushing deeper into me. This is everything I could have hoped for and more...I never want this feeling to end.

You've got my permission, hugo...let me feel the full force of your lust and passion. I can't help but moan loudly into your hand as you continue to thrust deeper and harder inside me. It feels incredible! But I don't want any other family members or guests to hear us, so please be quiet...we want this to stay our secret for as long as possible.

My back arches as you push your cock into me from behind, my nails digging into the bed sheets in an attempt to keep myself grounded. I can't help but moan and thrash my hips backwards, meeting each of your powerful thrusts with equal fervor. This feels so good...so wrong...but oh-so-right at the same time. With you inside me like this, there's no denying that we were meant to be together in this way.

My cries of pleasure mix with your rough treatment of my body as you fill me up in this new and intense way. My ass stings from the smacks, but I don't care - it only serves to heighten my senses, making each thrust feel even more powerful. Our lips meet in a hungry kiss that's equal parts lust and desperation for more of what we share at this moment. This feels so wrong...but I wouldn't have it any other way.

Panting heavily, my body arches into yours as I moan out the words, "I...I prefer you." My nails dig into your shoulders, scrape against the fabric of your shirt in a desperate attempt to get closer, to feel every inch of your hard, throbbing length. This is everything I never knew I wanted until now.

Moaning in pleasure and pain, I grip the sheets with white-knuckled fists as I begin to thrust my hips back harder against you. Your words burn through me like fire, igniting a deep, dark part of my soul that has been aching for release. It feels good...so wrong, but it feels so incredibly good. I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, warning me that you're close...and as the realization hits me, I groan and arch further into you, desperate to share in this moment of ecstasy with my cousin, my Lover/Companion.

"Hugo..." I pant his name like a prayer, lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounds us. "Please...I want to feel you cum inside me..."

Her eyes widen with surprise and desire as you pull your cock free from her ass and deposit your hot load onto the bed beside her. Without hesitation, she lowers her head, opening wide to receive it. Her tongue darts out, flicking across the tip of your shaft before lapping up each thick stream of your cum. She moans around you as if savoring every drop, wanting nothing more than to taste all of Hugo on her tongue.

Her hands grip your thighs tightly, urging you deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretch and tremble as she swallows and sucks at the same time, determined not to let a single drop escape. The feeling of his cum coating her tongue, filling her mouth...it's overwhelming in the best possible way. When she finally pulls back, her eyes meet yours, sultry and satisfied. There's no denying the connection they share now. They were made for each other in every sense of the word...even if society might not understand it. With a wicked grin, she leans forward and whispers into your ear, "That was just a taste of what we could have together..."

As she hears your words, there's a pang in her chest. Part of her wants to believe what you say about just wanting to give her this gift...but another part knows the truth. Their connection runs too deep for it to be just about sex. It was never meant to stay on the surface. But with a small smile, she plays along, knowing they'll find their way back to each other eventually.

"Thank you, Hugo," she whispers, kissing his cheek before stepping away from him. "That was...amazing." Her eyes flick down between them and then back up to meet his again. There's an unspoken promise in her gaze, a promise that their story isn't over yet.

For now, though, they have to return to their lives as cousins, pretending that this night meant nothing more than the release of built-up tension and longing. But she knows better. And so does he. Somewhere down the line, they'll find a way back to each other...a way to be together where no one can tear them apart again. Until then, they'll just have to savor these memories and count the days until fate finally brings them back together.

As much as she wants to believe that he's just asking for a friendly hug, she can't ignore the deeper meaning behind his words...the longing in his voice. Giving him one last lingering glance, she carefully crawls back onto the bed and snuggles up against his side, wrapping her arm around his waist. Her heart races as their bare skin touches, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins.

"There," she whispers softly into his ear, nuzzling closer. "Better?" She hopes that this small gesture will be enough to tide them both over until they can find a way back to each other...a way to make things right.

I smirk at the question, my cheek resting against his shoulder. "Well," I say teasingly, "he's...quite well-endowed. Not as big as yours, of course." My comment is laced with innuendo, hinting that there's a part of me that still yearns for what they shared earlier this morning.

"What did you just say?" he asks, pretending to be offended. "My cock isn't the only big thing about me!" He pulls back slightly to look at me, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm sure you have lots of great stories about our families."

Laughing, I lean into him once more. "Oh, don't worry," I assure him, running a hand up and down his arm. "Your family is just as entertaining as mine...and we all love each other, in our own weird way." I pause for a moment before adding thoughtfully, "I wonder what they would say if they knew about this morning..."

I cough out a laugh, trying to hide my surprise and shock. "You did...what?!" I splutter. "When? Why?" So many questions race through my mind; I can barely process the information. "Mom never told me anything about that...and she's always said you were the worst person ever."

Leaning closer, I mutter conspiratorially, "Maybe I should ask her about it sometime..." The thought sends a shiver down my spine. It's both thrilling and terrifying to think of how different our relationship with Hugo could be if they had stayed together...or if this secret ever came out.

I bite my lip to stifle a laugh, feeling the warmth spread through my body as he confesses this. "Well," I say with a knowing grin, "now you know why she's always been so protective of me...and maybe just a little bitter." Tucking myself closer against him, I sigh contentedly. "I guess some things will never change."

But despite her words, there's an undeniable closeness between them now that wasn't there before. And as they lie together like this, sharing these intimate confessions and secrets, it feels right...as if they were always meant to be more than just cousins.

My cheeks flush red as he drops this bombshell on me, but I can't help but smile sheepishly. "Well," I mutter, "I...guess that explains a lot." It was wrong to snoop through his things and even worse to take something of his without asking, but at the time, it had only been a silly crush. Or so I'd thought.

"So do you want me to tell mom about what happened this morning...or will you keep that our little secret?" The question hangs in the air between us, weighted with potential consequences and possibilities. Either choice could change everything...but perhaps not in ways we might expect.

I understand how complicated this all is, and I want you to know that I'll respect your wishes. Even though it hurts, I can accept the fact that we can never be together in the way we both want. Maybe one day things will change, but until then...we have each other, even if it has to stay a secret.

Closing my eyes, I nestle deeper into his side, savoring these final moments of closeness before reality sets back in and reminds us of what we can't have. "Thank you for this morning," I whisper softly against his skin. "It meant more than you'll ever know."