The Trip to the Beach with My Cousin Changed Everything

It was late June and I was twenty-two, lying in bed on a Saturday afternoon with nothing better to do when my phone buzzed. It was a message from my cousin Carla, the daughter of my mother’s sister, whom I hadn’t seen since Christmas.

—How’s it going, cousin? You’re probably out partying with girls somewhere —she wrote.

—Nope. Lying in bed —I answered.

—Well, then there are two of us. What are your plans for the summer?

—None. I’m saving up to change my car.

—And do you really think that rust bucket of yours could take us four hundred kilometers to the beach?

I took a while to reply. My old Punto could easily handle the trip; it wasn’t that far gone. But I’d been saving every euro for months for a new car, and the idea of spending on gas and tolls felt like a hassle.

—What are you getting at? —I finally asked.

—My parents rented an apartment on the coast, for July and August. I finished driving school yesterday and I’m not planning to bake here all month. I thought maybe you…

—So you need a driver.

—Good company, better than a driver —she replied, ending it with a winking emoji.

I told her I’d take her, that I’d spend the day there and drive back at night. No chance: if I went, I stayed for a few days. She wouldn’t let me say no. I was going as a guest, all expenses paid, I just had to pack some clothes. The following week she was turning nineteen and wanted to celebrate. We agreed I’d pick her up at six on Sunday morning.

I packed that same night, put the bag in the car, and went to bed early so I’d be rested for the drive.

***

I got up at five-thirty, showered, and put on a T-shirt, short jeans, and sneakers. At six I was parked in front of her building. I waited ten minutes and, when she still hadn’t come down, I texted her asking if she’d fallen asleep.

—I’m coming down. I didn’t know what to wear —she answered.

I wasn’t surprised she was late. When I saw her come through the lobby, I almost didn’t recognize her. Nothing was left of the skinny blond kid I remembered. Coming down the ramp was a woman with long legs and loose hair that, if I’d run into her in any club, I would never have connected to my cousin.

I stared at her, dazed, until she hit the trunk to get me to open it. I got out to help her with a suitcase that was bigger than she was. She was wearing a white denim skirt well above the knee, a shoulder-baring blouse tied above her navel, and sandals that showed off her red-painted toenails. The trunk wasn’t big enough for all her luggage: I had to put it in the back seats.

She gave me two kisses and a hug in which I caught, in passing, her perfume, the warmth of her body, and, against my chest, the shameless firmness of two braless nipples pressing at me through the fabric. Then she sat in the passenger seat and waited for me to react. I needed a few seconds to process the change and force myself to think of her as my cousin, the kid she’d always been, and not as the woman who had just gotten into my car with her tits bare under that blouse.

I started the engine. She didn’t take long to fall asleep, leaning against the door. The position rode her skirt up a little and it took me hell to keep my eyes on the road. On a turn, the blouse slipped off her shoulder and it became clear she wasn’t wearing a bra: half a white breast came into view, round, with the pink areola right at the edge. Thank God that happened at sunrise and she woke up, because my brain was starting to run dry and my cock, inside my short jeans, was pushing as if it had a life of its own.

Halfway there she asked me to stop. I found a gas station, we went to the bathroom, and we went into the café for breakfast. I noticed how the men’s eyes turned as she passed. I felt proud and jealous at the same time that my little cousin had turned into that. Under the pretense that she’d pay when we arrived, I let her treat me, and we got back on the road.

Something had changed. The skirt seemed shorter and the blouse barely covered her chest depending on how she had it arranged. She started asking me about my university flings and I answered vaguely. When she got nothing out of me, she changed tactics and told me about her own life: the parties, the creeps hanging around her, the boring dates, the driving test she still hadn’t passed. Then she took off her sandals and stretched her legs out on the dashboard.

We nearly crashed. From the driver’s seat I had a straight view up under her skirt: tiny white panties that outlined the bulge of her pussy and a wet stripe right down the center.

She noticed the effect and, amused, suggested she drive. I reminded her she didn’t even have her license yet and that with her legs up at window height, safety didn’t matter. She pouted like a little girl when she didn’t get her way. She dropped her feet and hiked her clothes up until everything looked two sizes too big. We spent the rest of the trip almost in silence, her looking out the window and me, at last, focused, though with my hard cock pressed against the seam of my shorts.

***

When we reached the coastal town I didn’t know where my aunt and uncle’s apartment was. I asked her and she snapped back, bitingly, that since I was little I probably shouldn’t know, that I should ask the adults. I recognized the spoiled kid she’d always been. After five minutes of driving in circles I stopped, made her get out, and left her suitcase on the sidewalk.

While she sat on the luggage checking her phone, I texted my aunt. She was surprised her daughter didn’t know the address, but she gave it to me: we were two minutes away by car. I decided to teach Carla a lesson. I started the car and drove off. In the rearview mirror Carla’s face was pure poetry, red with rage and fists clenched.

I parked on a side street so she’d think I’d gone home. The building had four floors and my aunt and uncle were on the top floor. I carried my suitcase up without breaking a sweat; I train almost every day. Just imagining Carla hauling that monster suitcase up the stairs made me smile.

My aunt opened the door and hugged me. Before anything else I explained that her daughter was fine, that she’d be up in ten minutes because she’d run into a friend. I gave her a good squeeze. She didn’t look anything like Carla except for being blonde and fair-skinned: at forty-seven she had a generous body I could feel well enough under her loose T-shirt, heavy tits that shifted freely against my torso when I pressed her to me. My uncle, a man in his fifties with graying hair and a good bearing, stood up to greet me.

I offered to go back down and help Carla with her suitcase and closed the door so no one would hear anything. I went down slowly, on purpose, and ran into her on the first landing, sweaty and breathless, with three floors still to go. When she saw me, her eyes almost popped out.

—I thought you’d buggered off, and look at you, all calm while I’m sweating my ass off! —she yelled, and tried to hit me.

I grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall, trapping her with my body. I could feel every inch of her, the blouse damp with sweat, nothing underneath, the hard nipples digging into my chest. I spoke into her ear and felt her skin rise in goosebumps.

—Your parents don’t know anything about your little tantrum and I’m not going to tell them. It stays between you and me. I told them you ran into a friend: make something up and keep the story going. And let it be the last time you refuse me something as simple as an address when I ask for it.

I pressed a little harder, one of my legs between hers, my mouth almost brushing her ear. When I pushed my thigh upward I felt, through the denim, the wet heat of her pussy through the skirt. She let out the smallest involuntary gasp, giving herself away.

—Do you understand what I want from you?

—Yes… I won’t act like a kid again —she whispered.

—You still don’t understand. You’ll act like a kid only if I want you to.

—All right. Understood.

—We’ll see —I said, and let her go, though not before deliberately brushing her nipple with the back of my hand as I lowered her arms. I saw her bite her lip.

She came over to hug me and apologize. I dried her tears and, without thinking, brought my fingers to my mouth: they tasted of salt and something else, of that young skin she’d been sweating through for an hour because of me. I kissed her cheek, picked up her suitcase, and told her to smile again, that we’d come to have a good time.

—Yes! I thought you’d abandoned me —she said, and the smile returned to her face.

***

My aunt and uncle showed us the apartment. There were only two bedrooms: the master bedroom, next to the entrance, and another at the back with a double bed and two singles on either side. I was trying to figure out how they’d split us up when my aunt settled it.

—If you don’t mind sharing a room with your cousin, that way you won’t bother anyone when you come back from partying. But if that makes you uncomfortable, your uncle can sleep with you —she said, winking.

—No problem for me, we’re cousins —I replied.

—You in your bed and me in the big oneee —Carla sang out, and ran to throw herself on the middle bed.

I put my suitcase on the single bed by the window. Across from the room, a staircase led up to a rooftop shared with the neighbor, divided only by a railing.

I asked permission to shower and my aunt almost scolded me: there I was one more person in the house, no asking permission needed. I put my clothes away in the wardrobe, used two of the top drawers, and went into the bathroom. I closed the window that looked onto the inner courtyard, out of embarrassment, even though the glass was frosted. I took a quick shower, but before leaving I had to jack off leaning against the tiles: my cock had been hard for so many hours it hurt. I imagined Carla on her knees, that spoiled little girl mouth open, sucking me to the hilt, and I came in two minutes, thick spurts washed down the drain by the water. Ten minutes later I was out.

When I went back to the room for some flip-flops, I found Carla sitting on her bed with a scowl on her face.

—What’s wrong with you, sourpuss?

—You took my drawers. Where am I supposed to put my clothes now?

—I didn’t take anything from you. I used two and you’ve got three left.

—Yeah, but I wanted the top ones so I wouldn’t have to bend down.

I went closer, still damp, took her chin, and stopped two centimeters from her face. Her eyes went wide.

—Do I need to remind you about the staircase conversation? —and I gave her nose a little bite.

She sprang up, grabbed some things from her suitcase, and shot off to the bathroom.

If I’d taken ten minutes, she’d been in there nearly forty-five. I needed to get in, so I knocked. I heard quick movement and she came out red-faced and flustered, in a long T-shirt that barely covered more than the bottoms of her ass cheeks, carrying her clothes in her hand. As she passed me I caught an unmistakable smell, that salty perfume of a freshly touched pussy that doesn’t fool anyone.

I went in. It was hot and humid. When I was about to take my dirty clothes from the hamper to put them in the washing machine, I found my underwear right on top, when I’d left them well hidden at the bottom. My cousin had gone through my clothes. I picked them up and smelled them before I could stop myself: she’d rubbed them over her pussy, there was no other explanation, the fabric held a dampness that wasn’t mine, a scent that was sweet and sour at the same time, and it got my dick rock hard instantly. I stood there, thrown off balance, not sure whether to feel flattered or embarrassed, but with my cock throbbing inside my shorts.

***

We ate a rice dish with squid that my uncle had made. Carla went to the beach as soon as she finished. I was worn out from getting up so early, so I napped in the room I shared with her and crashed hard right away.

I don’t know whether I was dreaming or awake, in that point where you want to move and the bed won’t let you. I thought I heard banging against the wall and something else. When I finally came to, I heard it clearly: somebody was having a very good time. And it was coming from inside the apartment.

I got up and followed the sound. My aunt and uncle’s bedroom door was ajar, just a finger-width gap through which light filtered. It didn’t need to be seen to understand it, but I looked. I looked because my brain wouldn’t obey me. My aunt was on all fours on the bed, her T-shirt hiked up to her shoulders and her tits hanging, heavy and white, swaying to the rhythm of the thrusts. My uncle had her by the hips and was driving his cock into her to the hilt, a thick cock going in and out shining with her juices. With each shove my aunt let out a hoarse moan, pure female heat, while the headboard knocked against the partition wall.

—Like that, harder, give me more… —she panted, her fingers gripping the comforter.

—Look at me taking it, slut, look at your pussy dripping —he answered, giving her ass a slap that echoed through the whole room.

I stood frozen in the hallway, holding my breath, my heart pounding in my ears and my cock hard as stone again. I knew I had to go back to bed and yet I didn’t move. Until, behind me, a damp towel and the smell of shampoo warned me I was no longer alone.

—So that’s what you didn’t want me to hear —murmured Carla in my ear, with a smile that was anything but innocent—. Seems like everyone in this house keeps secrets, cousin.

I felt her hand slide down the front of my shorts and close, shamelessly, over the hard bulge outlined there. She squeezed slowly, measuring me, and let out a little laugh into my ear.

—Well, look what we’ve got here. Come to the room, cousin. Before they catch us watching.

She pulled me by the hand without letting go of my cock through the fabric and dragged me back to the bedroom. She shut the door with her foot and dropped the latch. The long T-shirt clung to her body from the damp towel, and underneath she wore nothing: her nipples and the dark shadow of her pussy were clearly outlined.

—I heard them from the shower. And I know you heard them too, and that’s why you were standing there, asshole —she whispered, pushing me against the door—. I told you: in this house we all keep secrets. Do you want to know mine?

Without waiting for an answer she dropped to her knees in front of me. She yanked down my shorts and underwear in one motion, and my cock sprang out, stiff, the tip already wet. She stared at it wide-eyed, licked her lips, and grabbed it at the base with her small hand, barely circling it.

—Fuck, cousin, it’s bigger than I imagined in the shower.

She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it from bottom to top, following the thick vein to the head. She gathered the drop that was beading there and licked her lips. Then she opened her mouth and took it all in one go, down to her throat, until I felt her choke for a second before pulling back, swallowing. She started sucking me with real hunger, bobbing her head up and down, one hand at the base and the other massaging my balls. She grabbed my thigh to set the rhythm, and I had to bite my fist not to shout while my aunt and uncle kept fucking on the other side of the hall.

—Suck it right, cousin —I whispered, holding her hair—. Let it show how much you wanted it.

She let go of my cock for a moment and looked up at me, her lips shining with spit and a filthy smile.

—I’ve been thinking about this cock since yesterday. That’s why I rubbed your underwear over my pussy, to take some of your smell with me into the shower.

She took it back in and sucked me with both hands, spitting on it, only pulling back to lick my balls one by one before swallowing me again. When she noticed I was about to come, I pulled out and lifted her by the hair.

—On the bed. Now.

I pushed her onto the big bed, face up. I ripped her T-shirt off over her head and there she was, naked: small, firm tits, pink nipples hard as grapes, a narrow waist, and a shaved pussy except for a blond strip just above it, already gleaming with moisture. I spread her legs and settled myself between them.

—Let’s see if your little pussy tastes as good as it smells —I said, and lowered my mouth.

I dragged my tongue over her whole slit, bottom to top, and she arched her back, covering her mouth with both hands so she wouldn’t scream. She was soaked, sweet and salty at the same time, with a taste of young female that drove me insane. I parted her lips with my fingers and focused on the clit, swollen and shameless, sucking it like it was candy. At the same time I slid two fingers into her pussy and curled them, looking for the spot inside.

—Oh, cousin, fuck… don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop —she whispered through clenched teeth, hair stuck to her forehead and her hips pushing my face.

I drove my fingers faster, never taking my tongue off her clit, and in less than a minute I felt her trembling all over. Her pussy clenched around my fingers in spasms and soaked my chin with a hot gush. She came biting her forearm so she wouldn’t wake the whole town.

—Come here… come on, put it in already, please —she panted when she could speak.

I climbed over her, put the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and rubbed it against her lips, wetting it good. She tried to push my hips with her hands, desperate.

—Don’t tease, asshole. Put it all in.

—All of it? —I smiled at her—. Say it right.

—Fuck me, cousin. Fuck me now, shove that cock all the way in.

I shoved in all at once, burying it to the hilt. She let out a muffled cry against my shoulder and dug her nails into my back. She was impossibly tight, hot, and squeezed me like a wet glove. I started moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in to the hilt, while she bit my neck to keep quiet.

—You’re so tight, cousin, fuck…

—And you’re so big, asshole. You’re opening me up all the way. More… faster.

I sped up. The bed started squeaking under us and it matched perfectly with the headboard thumps from my aunt and uncle on the other side of the apartment, as if all four of us were fucking to the same beat. I grabbed her behind the knees and folded her legs against her chest, opening her wide, and drove my cock into her with deeper thrusts. Every hit tore a short moan out of her, clenched between her teeth.

—Get on top —I told her, and rolled us over on the bed.

Carla ended up straddling me, my cock buried to the root, and started moving. She braced her hands on my chest and rode me, up and down, with her tits bouncing in front of my face. I grabbed her hips to set the rhythm and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, nibbling it until she let out a long gasp.

—That’s it, cousin, ride that cock, let it show that you wanted it.

—It’s… mine… this cock is mine this summer —she panted, swaying faster and faster, eyes closed and mouth open.

She brought a hand down and started rubbing her clit while she rode me, never taking her eyes off me. Watching my little cousin doing that, riding me while she masturbated, took me to the edge in seconds. I grabbed her ass, dug my fingers into her cheeks, and pushed from below, fucking her hard from underneath.

—I’m gonna come again, fuck, I’m gonna come…

—Come on my cock, cousin. Go on.

Her pussy clenched around me again, with long hot spasms, and she let out a sharp moan she muffled against my neck. I held on until she was done, turned her face-down, put her on all fours, and grabbed her ass with both hands.

—Now it’s your turn to shut up. Hold still.

I slammed my cock in from behind. In this position it went even deeper, and her small perky ass slapped against my hips every time I drove in. I grabbed her hair, wound it around my fist, and pulled back to arch her spine while I fucked her hard, delivering slaps against her ass that left my handprint red on her white skin.

—Take it, cousin, take cock, all of it for you…

—Yes, yes, yes, give me more, asshole, ruin my pussy…

The sound of our bodies crashing together mixed with the last moans of my aunt on the other side of the hall. I felt my load rising in my balls, unstoppable. I tugged her hair a little harder and spoke right into her ear.

—Where do you want me to put it, cousin? Where do you want the cum?

—In my mouth. Pull out and come in my mouth —she panted without turning around.

Just in time I pulled out, threw myself back, and she turned like lightning, dropped to her knees beside the bed, and opened her mouth with her tongue out. I grabbed my cock and jerked it twice over her face. The first spurt landed on her tongue, thick, white, and she let out a little pleased sound. The second painted her cheek and lips, the third filled her mouth. She swallowed it all, looking me in the eyes, and then ran her tongue over the head to catch the last drop.

She collapsed seated on the floor, panting, with my cum on her chin and a filthy smile I’d never seen on her before.

—Fuck, cousin. We’re not telling anyone about this.

—It’s our secret —I answered, still breathless.

On the other side of the hall, the headboard had stopped. You could hear the shower running. We looked at each other in silence, in on it together, and I knew, in that instant, that summer had truly begun.