Incest Taboo Erotic Story
31-07-2014, 06:40 PM
Her name was Gabriella, but for almost everybody she was Lella; she was my little cousin, the second child of one of my mother's younger sisters.
I was much closer to her brother Daniele, who was one year older than me, and basically represented the closest I had to a brother. We basically grew together, even if we saw each other only for the summer holidays, and we were both best friends and harsh rivals at the same time, with a lot of competition and of common ideas between us. You may synthesize like this: we were looking forward to seeing each other for eight months, and then fight five minutes after finally meeting.
He was the tall and handsome one, popular with other boys and always good at sports; I was the quiet good student, mature and in good relationship with the adults. The same, old story.
My father was nagging me about Daniele being so active and successful at sport, and my uncle was nagging Daniele about me being so clever and successful at school... Sometime I wonder how we never came to hate each other...
Lella came as Daniele's small attachment.
For years, being the youngest of the family and the only female in our generation, she was more a nuisance than an asset.
Later, we found a use for her, as a backup and an extra companion for our boyish games.
She didn't mind: she was very quiet and sweet, eager to join us but not intrusive. It was evident she was eager to be accepted by "the older ones (us)", and we took advantage of her, always assigning her the less interesting tasks. She was the one who had to look for us at hide-and-seek, the one to be scared in the dark room, the prisoner to be tortured or the enemy to be shot at.
She never complained.
Time went by, but things between us never really changed much.
We grew, though. And if I never really spent time noticing that Daniele was growing taller and taller, at a certain point I started noticing that Lella was developing into quite a cute girl.
Understand me: our family is quite a close one, and Lella being my first and only cousin made her completely off-limits... Not that anybody ever told me, I just felt like that. She was by far closer to a sister than to a friend for me, and fell completely into the taboo zone, where you don't even look (or you are supposed not to) under the sexual point of view.
But again, it was pretty evident that Lella was turning into a damned good-looking little thing.
Even having her own circle of friends, she was still eager to join Daniele and me every time I came by. I understood she wasn't much around with Daniele alone any more though, so in a way it was clear she was basically eager to join me.
I suppose that all her parents nagging about me being so good at school (I wasn't, but still I was far better than Daniele, who hated studying) turned me into a good model for a good little girl.
Plus, being eager to be a good girl, Lella was choosing her friends within the local church environment, so I suppose I represented an interesting change in her usual frequentations.
Whatever the reason of Lella's interest in me, I was in the teenager time when often boys start having problems with girls (how to talk to them, how to move and behave in front of them, how to positively impress them, and the like), so I felt that, even if falling within the famous taboo zone, Lella was interesting enough, in a way more than her permanently study-frustrated brother.
So I started spending some time with her alone. And I discovered she was nice company.
This went on through high school, and I suppose I can say that Lella got an influence on my puberty. I was to realize I got even more on hers.
I passed my exams and high school was history. Daniele was already messing around at University and was permanently unavailable, but I was in the mood to relax and party. I got my diploma, my driving license and I was on my way to the Army Academy; plus, as you may have red earlier, I had my first complete sexual experience, so you may understand I wanted to enjoy my summer.
As usual, I decided to spend a few weeks in Rome with that branch of our family there, and probably the idea to spend some time with my cute cousin was part of the reason which made me left my hometown in the North after some camping in the Alps with my school friends... That camping made me loose both Daniele's twenty-one and Lella's eighteen-year birthday, but at the time I didn't care much.
It was a hot summer, and August can be really hot in Rome... That's why so many Romans vacate the city in that month, and tourists have it all for themselves.
While Daniele was horribly busy with Uni, Lella was fully available until September, when her last year of high school was going to start... But by then I was going to be at the Academy too, away and inaccessible for quite a long time.
The pure idea of me joining the Academy was a damned good score for me: since I had been talking about doing it since I vas five, according to her parents it showed not only good sense and responsibility, but also character.
For all these reasons, Lella appeared to be very happy to have me around for some time... Almost as much as her own mother and all my other aunts!
It turned out quite nice to spend time together walking in the city centre, having an ice cream or a pizza together, chatting about anything, and feeling like being finally grown up and free.
Lella had grown up all right. At 18, she was really a cutie: shoulder-long, soft brown hair, hazelnut sparkling eyes, and a light, clean skin which turned gold in the sun; she had a slim, lean body but was far from the skinny birdie she used to be as a child.
A pretty girl to go around with and I noticed with some satisfaction the looks of envy some boys were throwing at me.
Pity she was my little cousin, and henceforth untouchable.
On the other hand, my recently-acquired self-confidence in my relationship with the other sex made me notice a previously unnoticed malice in my little cousin behaviour and demeanour.
She was finding the best way to position herself towards me to show the best of her, she was looking at me more consciously, her voice turned sometimes quite sultry, and her dresses became more sexy. Her jeans were getting more and more tight, showing her long legs and her well-built, shapely bum; her skirts weren't too short, but turned out rather transparent; her shirts were quite open to show her perfectly proportioned cleavage, and her shirts were modelling and enhancing her pert, proud small tits.
I became a man, but Lella had become a woman.
A couple of days after my arrival, I proposed her to go to the beach.
We took the underground to Ostia and strolled along the overcrowded seafront until we found the resort we liked the best, and went in. I paid for two sun beds, and we settled in our place, just a few metres from the water.
Lella slipped out of her skimpy sleeveless summer dress and ended up in her bikini.
I almost choked.
She was a knockout. Her dark orange bikini enlightened her already perfect suntan, but that wasn't what hit on me. It was the remarkably small percentage of skin the bikini was covering.
Lella's breasts weren't by any means big; but still they were full enough to make her A-cups explode. If the top was just on the edge, the bottom was quite over it: the front triangle had exactly the size of her pubic mound, and just the consistence to contain her young bush without really hiding it; a pair of thin golden chains connected it to the -- even smaller and thinner -- rear triangle, which just covered her perky ass crack. It wasn't a g-string, but was close to be.
Lella smiled at me, wore a pair of very dark sunglasses and lay down on her belly on the sun bed; offering me a nice show of her cute ass.
I gulped and got undressed too, and then I got hold of the sun protection.
"Good idea," she said from behind her sunglasses "Can I borrow some of your cream? I forgot mine..."
But she didn't move from her bed.
Well, she was my cousin all right, but creaming her back with sun lotion wouldn't put me into the taboo zone, I thought...
I started putting oil on her back, and immediately she undid her top, to allow me to properly massage her shoulders.
When I first put my hands on her naked skin I shivered, feeling all the warmth emanating from her body.
I carefully rubbed her shoulder blades, her ribs and then I went down along her spine... Her shapely ass cheeks were getting closer and closer.
My cock stirred, and I got worried.
I was wearing my trunks. It would be visible!
I decided to crouch next to her bed and took my time to let my friend deflate quietly.
My fingers reached the golden chain under her waist.
Rather than deflating, my friend stirred harder.
I sobbed and went on my knees, moving down to the bottom of the bed to cream her legs.
I started from her calves, to give time to my manhood to get wiser.
It worked as long as I was below her knees; once I reached the rear of Lella's thighs the goddamned thing started ramming against the elastic of the trunks.
I swallowed hard and moved up. I placed my hands on Lella's buttocks.
My cock was hurting bad by now, but I couldn't help it: rubbing my cousin's asscheeks was such a turn-on, such a deeply erotic feeling that I couldn't care to embarrass the whole roman crowd on the beach.
I shivered, even under the banging August sun.
"Nice..." she whispered.
Then she rolled over, lying on her back to offer the front of her body to my sun lotion... And to my hands.
She was there, lying almost naked in front of me, eager to be caressed and massaged in front of thousands of people, all but unaware of the game this young girl was playing with her favourite older cousin...
Moving my knees on the sand, I reached for her shoulders, pouring a generous amount of sun lotion on her chest.
Thanks God, she helped me by rubbing some oil over her exposed breasts while I creamed her arms and ribs... And then she placed her oily hand over my shoulder, moving down on my chest!
It was an absolutely innocent movement, and still gave me one of the most erotic feelings of my youth. Her fingers indulged quite a lot on my chest, as if for cleaning of the oil, and again I shivered; only this time she felt it.
I slowly rubbed her flat belly, down again towards her outrageous bikini bottom, and my cock went berserk into my swimming trunks.
"My legs..." Lella whispered, in her newly-acquired sultry voice.
My cock was exploding out of my trunks, there was no hope to hide the raging erection I was experiencing, and it was going to take half an hour to get back into my ordinary size.
My knees started aching, but I hardly realized: my cock hurt much worse.
Doing Lella's small feet didn't help much. She got beautiful feet: for the first time in my life I realized what foot fetish is all about.
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Feet are alive; they are shaped and silky...
I kissed them.
Lella laughed softly, both pleased and surprised; that has been the first time I kissed her other than in a brotherly way.
Unreasonably, I happened to wonder what my uncles would think about that.
I went up, reaching for her knees, both fearing and dying to reach higher up along my pretty cousin legs.
My hands moved up, caressing Lella's silky thighs.
Her skin was so smooth, so warm...
She sighed back, louder.
My cock broke through the trunks elastic, and the cockhead broke loose out of it.
I blushed violently. I was going to stay in that position for the rest of the day!
Well, that also meant I was going to keep my hands on Lella's inner thighs, so wasn't that bad, right?
Excitement and embarrassment mixed up inside me, rising almost as violently as my poor cock.
I must have been oiling and caressing her inner thighs for at least ten minutes now.
She whispered, "Your hands are so warm..."
Am I such a dirty-minded motherfucker if I think she was provoking? She could say, "Enough", or "Thank you", but no, she comments on my hands being warm! Almost asking me to go on...
The torture had lasted far beyond Geneva Convention boundaries. I literally jumped up and fell on my bed, lying on my belly to hide my raging erection to the rest of the world... But not to Lella I suppose, since she perfectly knew what was going on, plus she got the chance to scan whatever she wanted, through her sunglasses.
I lay on my sun bed, excited and frustrated, trying to think of something awful - like my Philosophy teacher naked, for example -- in order to cool dawn... But not, the only naked body I was seeing was my cousin's.
I thought it couldn't get worse, but it did.
We went for a bath.
We swimmed, joked, sprayed and laughed for a while, until she said she started feeling cold and needed to go out.
It was when we came out of the water, that I realized the goddamned bikini was transparent.
I believe Lella wasn't aware of it, since she walked out quite nonchalantly... Until she shivered at the thin breeze.
She got goose skin all over her body, and her nipples popped put, heightening the already very evident shadow of her areolas.
That very second she held herself with her arms, realized how exposed she made herself and blushed.
"Oh my God!" she stumbled "I'm so cold... Would you mind to take a towel for me?"
"Of course..." I smiled and run to oblige.
She staid standing in the water at her heels, her arms around the shoulders to hide her tits, waiting for the towel.
I later thought I should have taken my time to exact revenge, but I didn't think of it at the time, being just eager to help her out of her embarrassment.
I handed over the towel to her and she wrapped herself into it shivering badly (she's always been a cold type) and smiled a shy, embarrassed smile.
"You're welcome," I said, putting an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against myself to help warming up.
It was the first time our naked bodies came to contact. I felt electricity run through our skin, just like a discharge, and she felt it too.
We stood still, our feet in the water. I felt her arm encircling my waist, and her face sink into the side of my neck.
She didn't move for quite a few seconds, which felt like centuries.
Then, she slowly pulled herself loose, and lightly kissed me on the cheek.
"Thank you, cousin..." she whispered again, with a thin smile.
We went back in the late afternoon.
In the underground we sat in front of each other, and we got somebody standing between us.
It was all a game of seeing and not seeing: sometimes she completely disappeared to me, and sometimes she was there again, her shy smile unchanged on her pout lips.
There was absolutely nothing provocative in her smile or in her posture, and still, she was so damned erotic in her eyes!
She simply never stopped staring at me, for the whole trip. She may disappear behind another passenger for minutes, and again once the passenger moved away her eyes were looking straight into mine.
It was like a spell.
Her thin, shy smile never left her face for the whole day.
Once we were back downtown, rather going home we went for an early dinner out.
We got a pizza in a pizzeria close to her home, and we got also a couple of draught beers to wash out the day heat.
At a certain moment, after cheering and swallowing a long gulp of Stella Artois, we put down the mugs on the table, and our hands touched.
Another electric wave crossed our bodies down to our heels.
I saw Lella shiver again in the warmth of the roman evening, and her nipples hardened up through the fabric of her summer dress. I knew she was wearing no bra under the thin dress, since her bikini top was still humid and she had no change from home... I wandered weather she was actually naked under the dress.
The simple thought made my cock surge again inside my jeans.
Lella took my hand across the table and smiled.
"Thank you for the beautiful day," she said.
I offered her a bitter as a digestive, and she surprised me by accepting.
For being your typical "good girl", Lella was pretty open to suggestions on the alcoholic side...
When we walked back hole, I casually passed a hand behind her back, and she drooled into my embrace.
Before walking back to the other aunt I was sleeping at, we stopped at her doorstep to say goodbye, and she quickly agreed to see me the day after.
Then, she rose on her tiptoes, and kissed me goodnight: fully on my open and surprised mouth.
I usually have no problems sleeping. I almost never had, but after my basic army training I just realized that sleeping enough is all what happiness is about.
At the time, my basic army training was a few months to come, so Lella's kiss prevented me from sleeping all night.
I was just thinking and thinking about it, trying to find a meaning for what happened during the day. Why was Lella so sexual with me on the beach? Was it intentional or it just happened? Was she OK with it, or would she be upset with me now, after thinking it over? What did her last kiss mean? And, most important of all, was I in the taboo zone now?
I was also wondering about what was going to happen the coming day. Was Lella going to insist on her provocations? Was she going to be upset? Or maybe she was just going to be back the ordinary Lella I always knew: friendly, adoring and still detached?
It proved to be something else, totally unexpected.
She wanted to introduce me to her new boyfriend.
"Nobody knows about him yet," she told me, matter-of-factly, "I just wanted you to meet him first, and hear your impressions... You know how fussy my parents are about boys. Besides, he is so much similar to you!"
I was speechless. The day before she was kissing me, and now she was going to introduce me to her boyfriend, who was supposed to be like me!
I wondered weather playing in the taboo zone made Lella turn a bit strange... But on the other end, I was somewhat pleased to be the first to meet her very first boyfriend: it showed she really trusted me.
We went, and I must say, I got slightly offended.
What, this podgy bookworm was supposed to be similar to me?
OK, he had my same name, and was good at school, but besides that, I could see we had very little in common. He was a church-going, hard studying, sexually repressed goddamned nerd.
Okay, I was studying quite hard too, but hey! I had to go through the admission exams for the Academy. And I hated studying... It was just a price to pay to reach my target.
But again, I could see her point. He was a good boy, as much as I was supposed to be, according to her parents' daily drill.
She wasn't really wrong about him: he was a hapless "good boy" all right, a very safe guy to be with if you want to reach the altar as a virgin.
She was just totally confused about me... If she thought about her cousin as a "good boy" in the same way.
As I said before, I felt slightly offended.
We staid for a couple of hours; the other Roberto showed us his studies in literature and religion, lectured us about evil in the world, was quite horrified about my idea to join the army and carry weapons against fellow human beings, told us he needed to study and when we left he nicely kissed Lella on her cheek.
After we left, she asked me what I thought about him.
"Good boy," was all I could say.
It seemed enough for her.
What was Lella really thinking about me? The doubt really troubled me while we were sharing a die-cut pizza next to San Giovanni Cathedral.
I asked her weather, since her boyfriend was so busy; she wanted to have a walk in Villa Borghese, the largest and nicest park inside Rome. She was all for it.
We took a bus and took a long walk around the inner lake, until we reached the boats docks. I rented a boat and we oared towards the centre of the lake.
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Now, that is one of the typical things young couples in Rome do. And Lella looked like appreciating it quite a lot.
It was romantic, relaxing, and quite intimate, and created a nice atmosphere between the two of us.
We chatted, oared, joked and laughed for over an hour, and once we handed over the boat and we walked away, I had my arm behind Lella's shoulders.
I took her back home by dinner time, and invited her out again for the day after.
No, she said the other Roberto was free and she promised o go to see him at his place to have lunch with his parents... Could we see each other in the evening instead?
I said of course, and got another goodnight kiss... On the mouth.
I really didn't know what to think about the whole situation.
I used the day to go and see some other members of the family, and dropped by to pick her up before dinner.
She was ready: tight jeans and loose t-shirt, the teenager disco uniform of the roman girls in the eighties.
We took an early pizza in the centre and then hanged around Fontana di Trevi waiting for the time to go to the cinema.
Fontana di Trevi at night is magic. Ever been there? It is always crowded, and the mix of noise, commotion and sprayed water creates a unique, unreal atmosphere of intimacy and dizziness, which may loosen your defences far more than you would imagine.
I didn't plan it, it just happened. I placed an arm around her shoulder and threw a coin into the pool, holding her tight.
She reeled into my embrace and moved her arm around my waste.
I held her tighter and rolled her towards me.
She smiled and put her hands behind my neck.
I held her hips against me and kissed her on her lips.
She parted her lips and gave me her tongue.
God, it was just a second, but we did French-kiss each other like sweethearts in front of Fontana di Trevi!
She smiled happily after our lips parted, and all I could do was to say the movie was about to start.
I don't remember which movie we saw, also because I didn't watch it; I don't think Lella watched it either.
I had my arm around her shoulders when the lights went down, and in a matter of minutes her head was lying next to my neck.
Our lips met again, lightly; she giggled.
I smiled and kiss her more purposefully; she answered readily, offering me her tongue to suckle.
My right hand around her shoulders found her breast and delicately caressed it.
No reaction: just her tongue twisted a bit faster inside my mouth for a second.
I felt the ribbon of her bra and followed it down until the whole cup of her breast was in contact with my palm through the thin material of her t-shirt and bra.
The tissue was thin; just a few seconds after I started caressing her, I felt the nipple growing harder under my hand.
Lella moaned weakly into my mouth.
It was then that I felt her own hand on my left thigh, caressing me slowly and steadily. My cock stiffened up at once, and she couldn't help feeling it...
I started rubbing and kneading her tit, and soon her nipple swell thicker and longer. Lella moaned again into my mouth, and her hand started moving faster on my jeans.
Instinctively, I grabbed her hand and moved it a bit more up, towards my crotch.
Now she could feel my growing erection under her fingers, just like I was enjoying twisting and pulling at her nipple.
The cinema was almost full, and we had people all around us. It was very dark, but I started getting worried for Lella's moans: they were getting louder.
Then, suddenly, the scene on the screen changed into a daylight one, and the darkness which had protected our effusions until then disappeared, exposing us to the public.
I immediately stopped playing with her breast and she swiftly withdrew her hand from my jeans crotch. We also stopped kissing, but she kept her head on my shoulder for the rest of the film projection, just like I kept her tit in my hand.
After the movie we went to a pub for a beer and a pancake. After the pancake, she gladly accepted a second beer, and soon she was a little tipsy, all smiling and giggling.
My head was spinning. What was I trying to do? I had no clear plan; I didn't really have any idea where I wanted to stop, or weather I wanted to stop at all.
It was pretty evident Lella wasn't going to stop me either, ready to accept anything was coming from me.
So, I started experimenting.
We were sitting at the corner of our small table to better talk to each other in the noise, so I could move my hand under the table to caress her left leg.
I moved my fingers over the thick jeans tissue, slowly making my way up, and I saw her smile naughtily and giggle again.
Then her hand grabbed mine, moving it up along her inner thigh. I could feel the sawing of her crotch, and even the jeans zip.
Only a sheer millimetre of material separated my fingers from her pussy now.
"Time to go home?" I said, suddenly very aware of how deep into the taboo zone we had ventured and far less determined to explore further into it.
Lella smiled broadly and nodded, but at the same time she pressed my hand into her crotch and closed her legs, taking me prisoner of her thighs.
It lasted just a second, but I went close to coming into my own jeans.
We walked home, chatting small talks all the way. We never spoke up about what we just did... It just didn't happen.
Or we pretended.
Again we came to her doorstep. The garden which surrounded her parents' early century house was dark and quiet.
"Goodnight," she said.
"Goodnight," I said, holding her against me.
Again I felt her lips on mine, again we French-kissed like sweethearts; but this time, my hands found their way to her shapely, jeans-clad ass, and purposefully grabbed her asscheeks.
Lella moaned into the kiss, squeezing herself into me. I felt the warmth of her breasts against my chest, and she couldn't help feeling the hardness of my erection against her flat stomach.
This time, our open-mouthed kiss lasted, and developed to the edges of a full-fledged mouth-to-mouth intercourse. Our tongues twisted and danced into each other mouth while we mutually tasted our mouth juices. My hands played and kneaded at her butt, and her belly pressed and rubbed against my cock.
Once again I reached close to cumming into my pants, and I'm not sure she actually did into hers. When we finally parted, she was all blushed, panting hard, her nostrils enlarged and her eyes shining.
"Goodnight!" she said again, with a broad smile before closing the door behind her back.
The day after, the weather frustrated our plans to go back to the beach.
Lella phoned me at my other aunt, saying she was going to see her boyfriend instead that morning, and that we could see each other early in the afternoon, hoping rain would stop.
As usual, she was giving and taking away from me in the same amount.
Eventually it did stop raining, and we could see each other for another movie, this time in the early afternoon.
It occurred to me that Lella was dressed quite differently this time, with a light, knee-long summer dress which exposed both her arms and legs, and a pair of cute slave sandals.
Again, no comments, neither regarding our performance the previous evening, nor her meeting with the other Roberto.
This time, the cinema was almost empty. The movie was a horror one, which justified her lying against me quite a lot. I passed my right arm across her neck, and soon we were in the same position of the other evening, kissing and moaning.
I grabbed her breast, and my fingers found a warm, soft globe of elastic flesh, crowned by an already swollen nipple, which was protruding trough the thin fabric of the dress.
Lella had forgotten her bra at home.
There was nobody around us, the nearest people sitting three rows ahead... And almost no daylight scenes in this dark movie. We felt quite private in our dark seats at the far back corner of the room.
Lella moaned loud when I twisted her nipple, and placed her left hand on my right thigh. I took it and moved it up, to make her feel my excitement.
While she was exploring my crotch with shaking fingers, I moved my left hand to grab her other breast and take full advantage of it.
The girl moaned loud again as I squeezed her tits and pinched her erected nipples. I could feel her left hand caressing my cock through the jeans, following its full length and trying to track its exact shape... It occurred to me that was likely the very first time she was plying with a real penis.
I went on masturbating her tits, making love to her mouth and receiving her clumsy, soft hand job for at least twenty minutes. She didn't dare to unzip my jeans though, and I started feeling frustrated in my urge to release.
Since my cock started hurting quite badly inside my crotch, I just removed her hand from there, and in so doing I suddenly came into contact with the warm softness of her naked thigh.
I didn't need another turn-on, but I got it anyway. I thought I was going to drench my pants from inside.
I tossed on my seat to get a better angle, and without stopping to play one hand on her tits, I moved the other along the bare skin of her left leg.
"Hmmm..." she mouthed, as I ate at her waterish oral cavity.
Her hand reached mine on her leg, and held it firmly for a second or two, before moving it up. I felt the hem of the dress giving way to our fingers, and my hand sank between my cousin's thighs.
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Lella shivered; she let go of my mouth with a sigh, and her head fell back for a second.
Then she breathed heavy, and I felt her fingers clenching my wrist as she pulled my hand up between her legs.
I was unprepared to the feeling of her knickers material: it was wet. Not just humid; Lella's cotton panties were soaked wet.
I didn't know it, but my sweet little cousin just got the first orgasm of her life.
"Oh my God..." she panted, breathless. "Oh my GOD!"
I felt like exploring more of her intimacy, but this time she stopped me.
"Please..." she whispered, and I felt like letting her breath.
She lay in my embrace for over half an hour, as the movie went on unnoticed by either of us, resting.
I could feel her breathing softly into the collar of my shirt, making me slightly shiver; my own excitement had momentarily deflated and I was reeling into the tenderness I was feeling for my sweet little cousin.
And then, Lella's hand was back on my leg, caressing and making its way up towards my crotch.
I felt her fingers exploring the shape of my resurging cock through the thick denim material, and in the same time her breath became more heavy and humid against my neck.
In turn, my hands found back their way to her breasts and started kneading and twisting her thick nipples, making her moan softly.
She was more daring now: I felt her hand caressing my balls and playing with my cockhead before rubbing hard the whole length of my manhood.
I couldn't believe it: SHE WAS SEARCHING FOR THE ZIP!
I was totally confused by now; my thoughts were running without control, forming incoherent ideas and images that were rolling around in a carrousel faster and faster...
I was on the point to help Lella opening my jeans and pulling my cock out, when suddenly the room's lights went on.
The movie was over, and the people in the cinema were getting up.
We blushed, trying to hide the evidence of our ruthless sex play, and run out of the cinema, flushed and desperately horny.
We made our way back to Villa Borghese, searching for both some freshness and some intimacy.
It was late afternoon, but being summer it was still full daylight; we needed to look for something pretty covered, and we found a suitable spot not far from the small lake where normally couples make it out on small, romantic boats they can rent at an old-fashioned pier. The boats were far too exposed for what I had in mind to do to my bitchy cousin, so I pushed her into the small grove behind the pier.
It must have been a not very original idea, since I noticed a couple of used condoms lost in the grass, but if the place was used had to be a good one... Or so I thought.
Lella was more than willing to experiment a bit more, so I had no problems at making her hot enough to get back into her panties.
Our tongues intertwined in a deep, shameless French kiss, I sank my right hand between her hot thighs, pushing her dump cotton knickers aside and feeling the crispy moisture of my cousin's hairy pussy.
Lella moaned inside my mouth as my fingers started searching for her labia amongst her wet young pubic hair.
I found her slit, and she shivered under my intruding touch, but didn't pull out. My index slipped between her wet lips, exploring the warm wetness of that sweet, young snatch.
"Hmmm..." she moaned, shaking back her head and letting go of our kiss.
I slowly started fingering her, enjoying the feeling of her hot tightness.
I felt her hand caressing my face and then going slowly down along my body, until she reached my hand between her legs. She grabbed my wrist with unsusceptible strength, and I froze, fearing she wanted me to stop.
She didn't: her hand pulled mine even deeper into her steaming pussy with determined strength.
"Oohhh..." she moaned again, as I started masturbating her faster and deeper.
Her body started shaking and tensing, and I could sense her orgasm approaching.
I pushed with the palm of my hand against her mound compressing her clit, and at the same time I grabbed her asscheeks with the other hand, increasing my fingering tempo.
The friction on her love button, coupled with the increased speed of the fingerfuck, drove Lella over the edge.
Not a moan or a short cry: a loud scream of surprised and painful joy, like if all of her hot, young body was releasing the whole pressure of the last days.
I tried to close her mouth with another kiss, as I felt her convulsing into my arms, completely overwhelmed by the unexpected strength of her climax. She gasped and sighed into my embrace, while my hand kept on pushing her most sensitive spot to extend her orgasm as much as possible.
"Hmmm... Ouch! Oh my God... Oohhh!" she muffled into my mouth, grinding her crotch against my hand with all her quickly fading strengths.
Then I felt her shiver again, and her over tensed body relaxed suddenly, like a suddenly deflating balloon.
Lella sighed, and suddenly collapsed against me as a dead body: her limbs with no strength left, my hands were now her only support.
"Oh my God..." she exhaled in my hear, letting herself go completely into my arms.
I held her tightly, laying into the tree behind me, enjoying the feeling and the perfume of that young female body, which lay satisfied against me. I could feel her love juice trickling slowing between my fingers, final proof of my cousin orgasm.
We stay like that for quite a while, recovering and cuddling.
I wanted to say something, but I also feared to break the spell of the moment.
I thought of one hundred things to tell her, but nothing came out of my mouth more than a loving: "Shah..."
Lella slowly recovered and cuddled back into my arms; I felt her hands regaining strength and slowly roaming around my sides. One headed up, reaching my neck and caressing my hair. The other slowly made its way south, caressing my hip, my butt, and finally slipping between our bodies.
Before I could realize it, she was feeling my crotch.
I couldn't believe it: my cousin's inexperienced fingers started exploring my zip, and this time they looked like gaining confidence as they felt my manhood stirring and swelling under their touch.
I realized I was suddenly breathless, while in turn Lella's breath was accelerating more and more.
I didn't want to spoil the moment, but I also wanted to exploit it. It was hard to decide what to do next, but in the end I felt she was ready to experiment some more.
I went down with my right hand, after caressing her back and her bare arm with my moist fingers, and I reached for my own zip.
One swift move and my cock pulled free. Then, I moved my cousin's hand on my cock.
Her very first cock, I was sure as hell.
I felt her warm fingers caressing it slowly, almost like she did not really understood what was they were touching. Then I felt the palm of the hand touch the cockhead, and she tensed a second.
I feared she could chicken out, but she didn't.
After a short hesitation, Lella's small hand grabbed my cock and slowly started caressing it.
I caressed her butt through the thin material of her dress with one hand, and folded her right breast with the other, enjoying the feeling of her swollen nipple, and that triggered her to start stroking my shaft with more vigour and determination.
It was a proper hand job. I have never been good at beating myself: even if she was totally inexperienced, that was the best hand job I ever experienced.
While she was masturbating me, I went on touching and feeling her, and I started kissing her hard on her neck, suckling the tender flesh at the base of her collar bone.
Lella was breathing faster and faster, at the same, accelerating rhythm of her hand job, and so was I.
My right hand found its way back under Lella's dress, raising it until I could grab her naked buttocks, while the left one kept on teasing her right tit's nipple.
Her hard breathing developed in quickly accelerating moans, as her hand frantically stroked my shaft, and I soon realised I was going to cum in her hand.
I groaned into her neck, tensed like a bow, and shot hard.
A jet of cum blasted through Lella's fingers, staining her summer dress and her naked legs, taking her totally by surprise. She jumped, and I almost bite her in the neck like a vampire for the strength and the power of my sudden release, and my following shots ended up in the grass, as Lella diverted my cock from her lap.
It was only then, that she pulled slowly free of my hold and looked down at my still hard and twitching cock.
It was her very first, and looked at it with the same curiosity she could watch a funny animal. She was so cute...
"Wow!" she smiled, raising her eyes back at me.
I smiled back, not capable to do anything else.
I breathed deep, trying to regain back my composure and strengths, while Lella kept holding my now deflating dick and slowly caressing it.
The last drops of cum fell from my finally satisfied cockhead, and I withdrew in into my jeans.
When I raised my eyes back on my cousin, she was smiling shyly. Her dress was badly stained on the lap, and she was trying to clean her hand with some leaves. But the worst sign on her was the bite mark I left on her neck.
But it was dusk by now, so we didn't worry too much.
We took a boat after all, and cruised for half an hour on the quiet pond, together with a dozen or so of other couple, who all believed we were just another pair of sweethearts like them.
Little they knew...
When we reached the pizzeria, Lella's dress was almost dry. Her bite mark, on the contrary, was getting more and more evident with the hours, but she looked like wearing it with pride, which really did a lot for my male self-confidence.
We went home without commenting at all our incestuous performance, just as I expected, as I was starting knowing my cousin attitude towards sex: basically, it was something we could do, but not talk about.
As usual, we said goodnight with a last, deep French kiss, and Lella disappeared to her bedroom avoiding her parents' sight.
The day after, she claimed a sore throat, and sported a charming silk scarf all around her lovely neck.
My roman holiday was close to the end, and I didn't know what to think about it. My days as a civilian were counted, my dreams about joining the Army were close to become true, and still, I couldn't help thinking of Lella all time.
31-07-2014, 06:41 PM
I wasn't in love with her... Not really. But at the time, I wasn't sure about that.
We had been exploring the taboo zone quite a lot by now, but still I didn't feel satisfied. Can you blame me?
On my last day in the Eternal City, I took my cousin to the Coliseum.
The day before, she had been seeing the other Roberto, why for once hadn't been studying all day or playing music in the church. She told me about his studies -- which she was so proud of -- and about how good he was singing. I felt like she was trying to convince herself more than me, but I didn't really care.
I mean, I couldn't be really jealous, knowing she simply couldn't be my girlfriend, right? And by the way, I also had to leave, so... In a way it sounded like quite a good idea to leave her with her wimp of a boyfriend.
It takes just twenty minutes walk from Lella's place to reach the Coliseum. Strange how one of the most famous monuments in the world can lie just in your backyard.
It was a beautiful late august sunny day and Rome was still full of tourists, mostly Americans, Germans and Japanese; the Romans themselves were still missing for the most part... And anyway it is quite rare to meet a local tourist inside the Coliseum. Most Romans tend to consider it just a bigger roundabout in the very city centre.
While we cued for the tickets, I got updated about the other Roberto's future plans (university degree, master in Sociology, doctorate at the University of Rome, house in Parioli neighbourhood, wedding at the local church, three to four children, vasectomy and early retirement to enjoy more studying); again, I wasn't thrilled by that, but I dutifully listened to my cousin's enthusiastic report.
She was wearing the same sort of summer dress of two days earlier, only this time the material was creamy white; which made all more evident for anybody to see that my cousin left her bra at home.
After getting our entrance just after half a Brigade of packaged Japanese tourists on corporate trip, we walked up the stairs bypassing them and reached the arena in the centre of the amphitheatre.
Tourist guides were roaming around with small parties of Americans, while the Germans preferred to explore on their own, commenting loudly about everything they saw.
The most funny thing about being inside the Coliseum is that everybody tends to stay in the bottom centre of it, and almost nobody climbs the stairs of it, where the ancient crowd used to sit. This is mostly due to the fact that guides try to avoid going up and down all day, since the stairs are very steep and the sun is quite strong.
So the trick to really enjoy a visit at the most famous monument in Rome is to leave the crowd, find a passage (there are a lot of them) up and climb.
You aren't really supposed to go further a certain limit but, hey!, we were young and daring, and I was looking for a nice spot to stay with my sweet little cousin!
We didn't really go all the way up, but we reached a point from where you could both see down into the crowded arena and look outside the amphitheatre into the roman forum.
It was beautiful. You could feel like being in the very centre of the world, and still being so cosy and private behind so many ancient walls and arches and pillars, the same which witnessed two millennia of history...
I held Lella in my arms as we looked over to the Palatine and the Capitolium, the two hills where the power of Rome was concentrated and which still gives the root of the words "Palace" and "Capital" in all western languages...
Lella reeled into my embrace as I caressed her bare arms, and then she tossed her face and smiled at me.
I kissed her on her open lips.
She offered me her tongue to play with, and started grinding against me. I opened my arms to hold her tighter, and while I grabbed her firm ass I felt her thigh pressing hard against my lap.
No mistake: my cousin was on for another session of deep exploration into the taboo zone.
Lella's small tits were warm against my chest; she held her arms behind my neck while we were kissing each other and I was feeling the tightness of her shapely ass.
But the most lascivious touch, was the one of her thigh against my rapidly growing erection.
We French kissed for quite a while enjoying each other's touch and allowing our excitement to grow; then I realised one hand of my cousin had left the safe harbour of my neck and was dangerously wondering down along my back, side and belly... Her warm fingers moved past the belt of my jeans, slipped along the zip and started caressing and fondling the bulge that her thigh contributed to create inside my pants.
"Hmmm..." she moaned, "I can feel you still like me."
We were absolutely safe in our hidden place: the nearest tourist must have been fifty metres away and quite much below us. A low wall and a couple of pillars covered us from indiscreet looks from he arena, and still we could overlook down to the crowd.
I started slowly lifting Lella's light dress, uncovering first her legs, and then her ass.
She wasn't passive either: while I started massaging her asscheeks, first she kept rubbing my cock through the jeans tissue, and then she started opening the zip.
While still caressing her ass and playing with her knickers with the right, I moved my left hand up to her chest to fondle her breast and feel the hardness of her swollen nipple.
She moaned louder, and her fingers movement suddenly accelerated; in a couple of seconds, my zip was down and Lella's hand was inside my trousers.
Our lips parted and our eyes met, the very second her warm fingers got hold of my cock.
My cousin smiled naughtily, a spark of lust in her innocent eyes, and she started stroking my shaft. She must have enjoyed the hand job in the grove, two days earlier...
I looked down, between our now parted bellies: my fully erected cock was out in the air, and my cousin was purposefully masturbating me in the sun.
I groaned, enjoying her manual ministration, and got hold of both her breasts, kneading and squeezing them, twisting her nipples through the thin, creamy material, making her squeal of surprise and pleasure.
There was no way I was going to allow her to make me come like that.
I let her keep the initiative for a while, enjoying the sensations her quite talented hand was giving to me, but when I felt the tightness grow inside my balls, I grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her from the pavement, causing her to loose grasp on my dick.
She let go a disappointed moan, but allowed me to lift her on a small stone basement, which once held the wooden benches for the roman plebs.
I kissed her full-mouth, and then I stepped back to admire her: Lella was now sitting on that square stone, her shoulders resting against the small wall which protected us from the people downstairs; her legs were wide open, showing the tanned, naked thighs and the white triangle of her cotton knickers.
Time to expand our exploration just a step more into the forbidden taboo zone...
I inspired deep, and then I dived between her open knees, sinking my head under the hem of Lella's dress. Immediately, the scent of her womanhood filled my nostrils as the warmth of her young, eager body wrapped my face.
I kissed the warm, smooth skin of her inner thigh, and I felt her hand coming down to caress the rear of my neck.
I slowly passed my wet tongue over the delicate flesh next to the knickers; she gasped, and I felt her hand grasping the back of my head.
My nose touched the cotton material of her panties, and I felt it moist of her love secretions. My hands moved next to my face, opening her legs and raising her dress in the process.
Then I lapped at her pussy, straight through her drenched panties.
Lella gasped with surprise; her hands instinctively pushed my head into her crotch, and a long moan escaped her upturned mouth.
"Oh my," she panted: "Roberto, my panties..."
"Right," I agreed, tossing the elastic to the side.
And there her pussy was, exposed to my eyes and mouth, ready to be eaten.
A thick bush of curly, soft brown hair protected the treasure hidden between my cousin's thighs. With the thin material of her undies removed, the perfume of her intimate parts doubled its intensity, turning almost intoxicating.
I slowly kissed her pussy, feeling her untrimmed young hair tickling my nose; then, my lips felt her labia hidden under the thin bush, and my tongue darted out.
"Aahhh..." Lella yelled, shocked by the surprise and the sudden pleasure, and her hands pressed hard on the back of my neck, forcing my face deeply against her pussy.
I unlashed my tongue and started lapping hard at her snatch, spreading saliva over her pussy at the same time the first juice started gushing out: in a matter of seconds, my sweet cousin was so wet that her labia started parting as for magic.
I had no experience, no idea of how to eat a pussy or what exactly to search for to lick: I just lapped vigorously and wildly, spreading wet juices all over her pussy and hitting randomly all of the targets girls hide between her legs.
Lella gasped and shrouded under my oral assault, shacking with pleasure and surprise, moaning and panting while her hand grabbed painfully my hair to force me as deep as possible onto her pussy.
And then, her labia opened up completely, like a flower which unfolds its petals for the first time at the spring sun, and my tongue dived deep into my cousin's slit, reaching her most intimate depths.
She shrieked loud, her whole body shacking like under an electroshock.
A gush of sweet juice coated my tongue, and for the first time I ate a woman.
Since then, I believe that nothing in the world tastes better than a female juicy cunt.
My hands moved up along Lella's naked thighs, reaching for the string of her panties, and quickly pulled them down; she eagerly helped, and in two seconds my cousin's knickers were laying on the floor, forgotten and useless.
Then I caressed my way up again, and used my fingertips to keep her slit open as I licked and suckled at her moist, steaming vagina.
"Ah! Aahhh..." she moaned, tossing and shacking over me, "Yes... Oh yes! Don't stop, please. Do it... Hmmm..."
I was licking my cousin's pussy. I was eating her... I couldn't believe it, but it was true: I was doing her orally.
Was that incest? I didn't care: it was surely naughty, and I loved it.
And listening to her moans and broken words, Lella was loving it too.
Her secretions increased with any single lap I threw at her gushing cunt, and the scent of her pussy was so strong that I started feeling a little tipsy.
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