I don't ever remember a time in which my cousin Megan wasn't a very special part of my life. Though she was seven years older than me and we lived about 300 miles apart, we were always very close.
Each of us was an only child and our families visited each other a few times a year. Often when her parents and mine were hanging out together, Megan and I hung out together by ourselves. And from the time Megan was 10 and I was three, she would be my sitter wherever her parents and mine went out together. I thought of her as a combination of my second mom, the sister I never had, and my best friend. As long as I can remember, each of us has always addressed the other by the same name - Buddy.
We were both shy and had only a few friends at school, but always felt completely comfortable opening up and talking to each other about everything. And because of our age difference, she taught me a lot.
When her family visited mine during Summer vacation when I was between first and second grade, my parents got a sitter for both Megan and me, never leaving the two of us alone together. I greatly missed the one on one interaction with her.
Right after Megan and her parents left, I asked my parents why they wouldn't let Megan be my sitter this time. They said they didn't want to tell me, but since I asked, they would. They explained that three months earlier, Megan and been caught with marijuana in her locker. As a result, she was arrested and expelled from school. Shortly afterward, her parents enrolled her at a Catholic school in the hope that she wouldn't have anymore bad influences.
My parents said that since Megan has done drugs, they don't trust her to be alone with me. I had been so successfully conditioned to believe that all drugs were terrible, I was disappointed in Megan. But I still loved her and desired closeness with her as much as ever. Similarly, she had been obese as long as I'd known her, yet that didn't change my feelings about her either.
The next few years, she and I still weren't allowed to be alone together, but my relationship with her deepened, especially when I got an e-mail address and my own phone and we started corresponding almost every day.
An exciting new dimension of our relationship formed when my family visited hers during my Summer vacation between sixth and seventh grade. I was 12 and Megan was 19. When my parents and I got there at about 10:00 PM, Megan's parents told me that she was at her job. She had just finished her first year of college and was working as a waitress. Shortly after arriving, I put on my pajamas, lay down on a couch in the living room, and fell asleep almost immediately. I looked forward to seeing my cousin the next day.
About 2 AM, I woke up thirsty and walked out toward the kitchen to get a glass of water. The house was completely quiet, but when I waked past the back door, I heard a slight gust of wind. I walked over to the door and was concerned to find it slightly open. I hoped that no one had broken into the house.
I peaked through the curtain and much to my pleasant surprise, I saw Megan standing on the back porch. She was wearing only a long T shirt and her back was to the door. By that time, she had reached her full adult height of 5'3" and was 230 lbs. with curly shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, a pale complexion, and 40 DDs. Her fat was very evenly proportioned throughout her body.
Upon my opening the door in excitement, Megan instantly jumped in fear and did a 180 in the air. When her bare soles returned to the concrete, she was facing me and her right arm was behind her back, giving me the impression that she was hiding something.
Upon seeing that it was me, her face lit up. "Hey!" she said ecstatically. With wide grins, we walked quickly toward each other and had a long, tight hug.
"Hi, Buddy!" she said.
"Good to see you!" I responded.
"Good to see you, too!" Megan then gave me a very tight squeeze, let go, and continued talking. "But hey, it's late! You better go back to bed! We'll have lots of time to hang out tomorrow!"
I almost immediately figured out why she was trying to get me to go back in the house. She looked extremely euphoric, like I'd never seen her before, and I saw smoke rising from behind her back. And within a few seconds, i smelled something very different than cigarette smoke. I figured that it was probably marijuana, especially knowing that she'd smoked it before.
Wanting to know for sure, but not wanting her to be afraid that I'd be upset with her or tell her parents, I spoke to her in a lighthearted, non-threatening manner. "What are you holding behind your back?!" I asked. She grinned, blushed, and stared down at the porch. After a few seconds, I spoke assuringly. "It's okay, Buddy; I won't tell on you! I know you smoke marijuana!"
"How do you know that?!"
"My parents told me about the time you got arrested and expelled for it!"
"Oh yeah?!"
"Yeah!"
"What do you think of that?! Do you think I'm a bad girl because I like to get massively fucked up on weed?!"
"No, you're a good girl and you're my best friend!"
"Aw, you're so sweet!" she said as we hugged again with her initiating it.
"So are you!" I responded.
Megan then let go of me and showed me that she was indeed holding a joint. "Have you ever done weed before?!" she asked.
"No!"
"How come?!"
"I don't know, I guess I'm afraid."
"Afraid of what?!"
"I guess getting caught and harming myself."
"Hey, you're not going to harm yourself! Don't believe what your parents and teachers say about weed! That's all a bunch of fucking bull shit to scare you! I've been doing weed for seven years, since I was your age, and I'm doing better than ever!"
"Well what about getting caught?!"
"I've only been caught once in seven years and that's because I was really fucking stupid, bringing it to school! I know how to avoid getting caught now! My parents think I've only done it once!"
"How many times have you done it?!"
"Almost every day for the last seven years. I guess that's about 2,000 times!" She then held the joint a few inches in front of my face and gave me an enthusiastic offer. "Come on, try it!" she said.
"I don't know!" I said shyly, while staring down at the porch and being afraid to do it.
"Come on, it'll make you feel better than you've ever felt before!" After pausing for a few seconds, she added "Come on, you know I wouldn't let you do anything that would hurt you." She then paused for a few more seconds and said "Look at me! Do I look like I feel good?!"
"Yes!"
"We'll wouldn't you like to feel that good, too?!"
That line got me interested in trying. "Maybe!" I told her.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do!" she said. "I'm going to teach you how to do this, you're going to smoke this joint to my instructions, and if you don't like it, no problem, you don't have to do it again!"
I was still very nervous about it, but I wanted to experience the euphoria that she felt, and furthermore I wanted to impress her, as she was the person who I looked up to the most. So after a few more seconds, I said "Okay!" softly and reluctantly.
Grinning even more now, Megan lightly placed the joint between my lips and then gave me step by step instructions. "Okay, now very slowly inhale until I tell you to stop."
I did and instantly started coughing hard. Megan immediately smiled and hugged me, which I reciprocated. She then spoke very assuringly. "It's okay, honey. That happens to everybody their first time!" After a few more seconds, during which time I caught my breath, she let go of me, took a couple of steps back, and continued her instructions.
"Okay, we're going to try again. Very slowly inhale until I tell you to stop." I did so again and this time coughed only mildly. After about 10 seconds, she said "Okay, stop and hold it." I did so and almost immediately felt what I later realized was the THC going to work on my brain. Euphoria filled my body and my senses became enhanced, bringing a huge grin to my face.
After holding it for about five seconds, Megan took the joint from my lips and instructed me "Okay, now very slowly exhale," which I did. From there, she and I went back and forth with the joint until it was done.
From that night on, I was a huge weed fanatic and Megan and I were weed buddies. Almost every night when we were together, we sneaked outside in the middle of the night and got fucked up. And at the end of each of our visits to the other, she gave me a few joints so I wouldn't have to wait until the next time I saw her to get fucked up again. And to top it off, she gave me a lot of great tips on hiding the weed and not getting caught.
Almost two years after I started doing weed, I went through puberty and discovered my other obsession. In March and April of my eighth grade year, as temperatures became warm, many girls started wearing flip flops again. I had noticed that pattern for several years, but this time it had a dramatic affect on me - especially when a girl slipped off her flip flops and I saw her soles. I became massively turned on at the sight of female soles and spent much of my class time staring at them, without ever getting tired of it.
I didn't understand why I was attracted mostly to female soles rather than female private areas, and I was initially uncomfortable about it, but I didn't let that stop me from staring at them every chance I got.
And a few weeks after my fetish began, I wondered if I'd get to see Megan's soles when I visited her during Summer vacation. When I'd been around her before, she'd almost always been barefooted or wearing flip flops unless she was outside in very cold weather. And even then, she wore flip flops more often than not. I felt dirty and perverted for wanting to see my cousin's soles, but nevertheless thought about it constantly for the next several weeks until I saw her again.
Finally, in late June, I visited Megan again. When my parents and I arrived, it was about 11:00 PM and she was in bed asleep. I lay down on the couch within a few minutes and pretended to quickly fall asleep. It had been three months since I smoked the last of the joints that Megan had given me the last time I saw her, which had been in February. I didn't want to wait another day. I was determined to get fucked up on this night, and for my weed buddy to join me.
After about an hour, Megan's parents seemed to be settled in their room and my parents in the guest room. So I made my move. I quietly entered Megan's room, closed the door, and turned on the light. She was lying in bed on her left side, facing me, with a blanket almost up to her shoulders.
I stood right next to her bed and admired her natural beauty. Though I'd desired to see her soles for several weeks, I now had romantic thoughts about my cousin for the first time. I so much wanted to join her in bed and cuddle with her all night. And I wanted to have sex with her. But I felt almost certain that those things would never happen. I thought seriously about touching her in some way, or at least pulling up her blanket to see her soles, but I was afraid that she'd wake up and that it would very badly hurt our closeness if she knew about my romantic and sexual desires for her.
After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to wake her up. "Buddy?" I whispered. She immediately opened her eyes. Upon seeing me, she grinned and got out of bed, groggily but quickly.
"Hey there!" she whispered as we wrapped our arms around each other. She was wearing nothing but a long T shirt that went down almost to her knees. I caught only a quick glimpse of her feet as she got out of bed, but I was noticing many beautiful features about her that I never noticed before. After all, this was the first time I'd seen her since I began puberty. And for the first time, sharing a hug with her and feeling her huge rack pressed against me got me hard. It was also the first time that I noticed being taller than Megan.
As she let go of me, she grinned and whispered "Well, I guess you waking me up in the middle of the night means that you want us to go outside and get fucked up out of our fucking minds!"
"Oh, fuck yes, you know me so well!" I responded.
"Okay, I'll get the weed!" she said as she playfully pinched my left cheek. At that, she walked over to her closet and I looked closely at her feet for the first time. They were short and wide with stubby toes, each of which had a ring of fat around it. They were great and got me hard, but I much prefer the bottom of the foot to the top. She was wearing bright red nail polish on both her fingers and toes.
And when she opened her closet door, I was in for a great surprise. On the floor inside were about 25 pairs of flip flops and only one pair each of running shoes, boots, and work shoes. Ever since my fetish began, flip flops had greatly turned me on, just as many guys get turned on by female underpants. I'd rarely ever seen Megan wear any shoes other than flip flops, and because of my new interest in female soles and flip flops, I decided to mention her shoe choices. I wanted to gain some insight about her flip flop fixation and ask in a way that wouldn't imply my fetish.
"Do you have enough flip flops?!" I asked.
"Yeah!" she said as she turned to me. "That's about all I ever wear on my feet, so I buy them in a bunch of different colors, so I'll have a pair to go with whatever I'm wearing on the best of my body!"
"Why do you like flip flops so much?!"
"They're comfortable as fuck! I hate the feeling of my feet being closed in! If it never got cold, I'd either go barefoot or wear flip flops all the time!"
"Sometimes you wear flip flops even when it's cold!"
"Yeah, as long as there isn't snow on the ground and I'm not in danger of frostbite! Sometimes during the Winter I'll be walking outside with flip flops when it's 25 fucking degrees and people stare at me like I'm crazy, but honestly, my feet don't get cold very easily! I guess because I'm so fat!"
"I'm glad you like them so much!
Then I was in for one of the greatest rushes of excitement that I've ever experienced. She suddenly dropped to her knees, giving me a full view of her soles. And they were absolutely amazing; two of the best I'd ever seen, highlighted by what looked like a round puff inside the bottom of every toe. My hard on intensified and my cock started throbbing. I later looked inside her running shoes and found that she wears size 6.
Megan was opening a small safe on the floor in her closet. I quickly grabbed my phone out of the pocket of the sweatpants I was wearing and snapped pictures of her soles as quickly as I could, continually standing and leaning slightly closer, in the hope of getting as close as possible without her noticing.
And thankfully, she fucked up the combination a couple of times, giving me even more time. And she didn't seem suspicious of me at all, apparently thinking that I was watching her try to open the safe.
Finally, after about two minutes, she got the safe open. By that time, I was kneeling behind her and photographing her soles from just a few inches away. She then leaned forward slightly to reach into the safe, then returned to her upright position a few seconds later, scrunching her toes in the process. The scrunch drove me over the edge.
I suddenly felt an amazing euphoric sensation, completely unlike any I'd ever experienced. Powerful chills went racing through my whole body and I felt like something was building up in my cock and was about to explode. I wanted so much to cry out in pleasure, but I forced myself to remain silent. After a few seconds, I ejaculated for the first time, saturating much of my sweatpants with my first load of come.
It lasted about 45 seconds and ended at about the time that Megan closed the safe and stood up, holding a joint and a lighter.
We walked through the back door to the side of the house with no windows, which is where we usually got fucked up when we were together, whether at my house or hers. Unless we were the only two people home, we no longer got fucked up in the backyard. We were concerned about being easily seen there if one of our parents opened the back door.
I'd always loved the sensory enhancement that weed gave me, but when we smoked this time, the weed made me horny and obsess even more in thinking about Megan's soles. I decided right there and then that when I had sex, I wanted to be fucked up on weed. And at the same time, I decided that I was deeply in love with Megan and that she was the woman of my dreams.
Over the next four years, I masturbated literally thousands of times while looking at pictures of Megan's soles. And often my fantasies involved her dominating me, I guess because I'd always looked up to her so much. Furthermore, every time I visited her, I secretly took a pair of her flip flops home with me and often used them to masturbate. The next time I visited, I secretly put the pair I borrowed back in her closet and then took another pair home with me.
I also never had a girlfriend or even tried to get one, because I was so much crazier about Megan than anyone else. I knew that many people would disapprove of me having such feelings for my cousin, but I didn't care. I knew that if I repressed those feelings, I'd be the one losing out.
And every time one of us visited the other, I managed to take more pictures of her soles. Sometimes dozens or hundreds at a time, when I was lucky enough to catch her asleep with her soles uncovered, or we got fucked up and she passed out before I did.
And late most nights if I didn't have school the next day, I sneaked outside to the side of the house and jacked off to pictures of Megan's soles. I held my fuckstick in my left hand, and my phone and a joint in my right hand, and shot hundreds of loads into the lawn.
Near the end of my ninth grade year, however, I was devastated to learn that Megan had been arrested for dealing marijuana and would probably be going to jail for a long time.
I had known since she was 18 that she was dating a guy, but I never met him and she told me little about him. I never asked, because I was so in love with her, I didn't want to think about her being with another man. When she did talk about him, she never sounded happy with him or in love with him, and I was glad, even though I was almost 100% sure that I'd never have a romantic or sexual relationship with her.
She had moved in with him three months prior to her arrest, much to the disapproval of her parents, who disliked and were suspicious of the guy. It turned out that he had been a heavy dealer for a long time, and got Megan to work with him.
She pled guilty and received a five year sentence. With good behavior, she could be paroled in half that time. She and I wrote at least two letters to each other a week. I wanted to visit her, but the prison was 500 miles away and my parents weren't willing to drive me. Through her letters, she often seemed very depressed and said that my correspondence was the only joy of her life.
Because I was unable to see her soles in person, I relied on her pictures even more. And since many of her items were still in her room at her parents' house, when I was there, I often took home four or five different pairs of her flip flops. I even took a few pairs of her underpants each time and often wore them, which made me feel even closer to her. And when I visited her parents, I slept in Megan's bed instead of the couch. That made me feel even closer to her, especially since the first few times I did, I smelled her perfume. I don't know what kind it was, but she'd been wearing it for as long ad I could remember.
I also found a local source for weed, and was relieved that I didn't have to wait until Megan was out of prison to get fucked up again.
n addition, I found a web site called Public Feet, in which people upload foot pictures to their own rooms. I named my room "My Cousin Megan." I uploaded all of my sole pictures of Megan to the room and got rave reviews. I ended up building several great friendships with other sole fetishists who I met through the room.
I sent many of them full resolution versions of the their favorite pictures of Megan's soles, and told them my feelings about and fantasies of her. Some of those guys were uneasy about me being so in love and lust with my cousin, but some others thought it was hot and told me to go for it.
Early in my senior year, Megan was paroled and moved back in with her patents. Having sent each other over 100 letters each while she was in prison, she and I now talked, texted, and e-mailed each other almost every day.
She told me that I was the only joy in her life, and that her parents just lectured her about how bad weed is and that she deserved the prison time that she got. That gave me even greater urgency to see her.
That October, my school had a teachers-in-service, resulting in the students being off on Thursday and Friday. Right after school on Wednesday, I drove out to visit Megan - the first time I'd ever visited her without my parents.
When I arrived, about 9:00 PM, Megan ran out of the house very enthusiastically, barefooted and wearing a black sweatshirt and black jeans. It was the first time I'd seen her wear all black, and it was a big turn on.
And I was amazed that she was running so fast. Much to my shock, she was now 315 lbs., but still had pretty good speed. And her extra weight didn't bother me at all. I've always been very attracted to large women.
She was standing in the driveway on the left side of my car by the time I parked, holding something in her right hand. When I got out of the car, we had a very long, tight, and dramatic hug, in which she broke down and cried on my right shoulder, as I comforted her.
After about five minutes, she seemed like she had largely calmed down. I then looked at her eye to eye and said "I missed you, Buddy!"
"Awww, I missed you, too!" Then she showed me the object in her right hand - a brownie. She broke it in half, gave me one and kept the other. "Here, I baked these just for you!" she said as she handed me my half.
"They look great!" I said, then ate my half as she ate hers. After finishing, we walked inside and had a late dinner with her parents, who went to bed shortly afterward.
Near the end of the dinner, I started vaguely feeling symptoms of being fucked up, but figured it was just my imagination because of being with my weed buddy for the first time in almost three years.
As soon as her parents went to bed, Megan and I sat down together on a living room couch. I began "I know this sounds crazy, but I actually feel a little fucked up right now!"
"Me too!" she said with a mischievous grin.
"Do you think that's just our imagination?!"
"No, we are a little fucked up!" I sat in confusion for a few seconds before she revealed the truth. "There was weed in that brownie that we ate!"
"Are you serious?!" I asked, having not realized that it was possible to get fucked up on weed by any method other than smoking.
"Yes! I learned it in prison!" She went on to explain exactly how it works, and that while it takes about two hours to get completely fucked up, the high lasts much longer, is much better, and, unlike smoking it, doesn't dry out your mouth. And to top it off, because of the lack of smoke, we can easily get away with doing it inside.
She sure was right about all of that. I had the best high that I'd ever experienced. Megan and I sat there and talked until 2:30 AM, when she went to bed. Unfortunately, I didn't see her soles all night, but hoped I would the next day. When she went to bed, I lay down on the couch and started checking my e-mail on my lap top computer, but fell asleep in a few minutes, still wearing the sweatshirt and jeans I arrived in.
About 1 PM, I woke up to the sound of Megan saying "Buddy!" I opened my eyes and saw her standing next to me, smiling and holding two weed brownies. She was wearing a white T shirt that went about halfway down her thighs and had flowers on it. "I brought you breakfast in bed!" At that, she gave me one of the weed brownies, and we ate them at the same time. She then took me into the dining room and we ate a late breakfast together.
As soon as we finished breakfast, we walked back to the living room, and she sat down on the couch I slept on with her legs spread out and her soles fully on display. I sat cross legged on the other end of the couch and stared intensely at her soles, which I'd desperately missed, having not seen them in person in almost three years. And they were even hotter than before. They were a little wider, a little puffier, and the circle of fat around each toe was a little bigger.
She and I sat there in the same position until 4:30, when she got up and walked to her room, telling me that she'd be right back. By that time, we were totally fucked up, even much more so than we were the night before, as this time each of us ate a full brownie, rather than just half of one.
Maybe because I was so fucked up, I didn't realize at first that she didn't come right back. After a few minutes, I thought that maybe she was on her phone or computer. Finally at 5:20, I decided to check up on her.
The door to her room was open, so I walked right in. A chest of drawers was on the immediate right of the entrance, followed by a nightstand and her bed. When I got far enough in to see the bed, I froze in shock. Megan was lying on her back with her head on a pillow and her shirt pulled up to her waist. Her eyes were open, but she gave no sign that she knew I was in the room.
My heart rate instantly skyrocketed as I shook in extreme excitement and nervousness. For the first time, I saw her cunt, which I could see was very wet. I also saw a tattoo of a marijuana leaf on her right hip. Prior to that, I didn't realize that she had a tattoo. And her soles were both fully visible.
I had no idea what to do. I wondered if she was so fucked up that she didn't realize she'd left her door open while her cunt was exposed. I thought about quietly walking out and hoping that she didn't notice me, but I stayed because I so much loved what I saw and thought I'd probably never see it again. After I'd been in the room for about 30 seconds, she slowly turned her head and locked her eyes on mine, but showed no emotion. Then she spoke, also without emotion.
"I want you to make love to me," she said.
That put me in the most extreme states of shock, nervousness, and excitement that I'd ever experienced. I had intensely desired sex with her for four years, but was much too afraid to pursue her, and was almost 100% sure that I'd never have her. Yet now she was asking me for it. And making even much better was that we were both totally fucked up on weed.
As my body shook and sweated profusely, I paused for about five seconds and wasn't sure what to say. "Now?!" I asked.
Still speaking without emotion, she began "Well, my parents are going to be home in about 10 minutes..."
I interrupted her not with words but with actions. I didn't give a fucking shit how soon her parents' arrival was. I'd been so consumed for so long by this desire. In a process that literally took only about three seconds because I was completely running on adrenaline, I unbuttoned and unzippered my jeans, took them and my underpants off at the same time, and took each of my socks off.
I then ran over to the door, closed and locked it, then ran over to the bed and climbed on top of my cousin to give her my virginity. She calmly grabbed my hard on with her right hand and guided me inside her. She was very tight and the clasping of her cunt on my fuckstick felt amazing.
Suddenly realizing that my sweatshirt was still on, I started taking it off with the intention of taking Megan's shirt off right afterward. But she gently placed her hands on my back and softly said "No, leave it on," which I did. Our eyes then locked on each other's and remained so the rest of the way.
I pushed forward for a couple of seconds but didn't get anywhere and realized that I was already fully inside. Slowly, I backed out everything but the head and then slid it in all the way. I was amazed at the awesome sensation that I felt every time her tightness caused my skin to put pressure on my head. After a couple of thrusts, I felt like I knew well enough what I was doing, and then my adrenaline completely took over. I began fucking her at full speed. "Buddy," I gasped in ecstasy after just a few seconds.
Megan showed no reaction but after a few more seconds she softly said "Slow down." Usually I would do whatever she asked me to, but this time I was overcome by the extremely intense combination of feelings that I was going through. I kept on at top speed.
After only about 35 seconds, I felt my orgasm begin. "I'm gonna come," I told her. A few seconds later, I began by far the most phenomenal orgasm I'd ever experienced. I gasped very loudly and gave my cousin's cunt the biggest load of come that I'd ever shot.
After about 30 seconds, my orgasm stopped and Megan still showed no reaction. I was very excited about what had just happened, but wondering why Megan made such a strong advance at me, and how exactly she felt about me.
After about three minutes. We were both still silent and looking at each other eye to eye. I was still very tense, sweating, and a little short of breath. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," I responded, "I'm just overwhelmed."
At that, Megan smiled and said "Me too!" But a few seconds later, we heard a car driving in and she looked dismayed. "Shit," she said. "That's my parents. Get dressed and get me a towel."
I got dressed almost as quickly as I stripped a few minutes earlier, went out in the hall, got Megan a towel out of the linen closet, and gave it to her. She wiped her cunt while I handed her shirt to her just as the front door opened.
And hearing the door open caused me sadness, as I wanted to know exactly what Megan was feeling, but now I thought that she and I would be hanging out with her parents for the next few hours. "I hope we'll have a lot of time to talk tonight." I said softly.
"I think we should talk right now!" she said smiling. "Let's go out for dinner; just the two of us!
"That would be great!"
Megan and I walked out to the living room and she told her parents that we were going over to a nearby plaza for dinner. They seemed fine with that. She then went back to her room and came out a couple of minutes later wearing a gray sweatshirt, blue jeans, and black flip flops.
The plaza was adjacent to Megan's subdivision and only about a 10 minute walk from her house. As soon as her house was out of sight, she took my left hand and we almost immediately interlocked our fingers. That made me feel good, as it was a clue that she wanted more from me than just a one time fuck.
On the way to the plaza is a park. While walking through it, Megan said "I think it would be more comfortable to talk here instead of a restaurant." Prior to that, we hadn't talked since leaving the house, though I felt very close to her and think that she did to me as well.
"Yeah, you're right!" I said. We sat down at a picnic table, straddled the bench facing each other, and held our four hands together. As soon as we sat down, I began the conversation. I tried to be lighthearted but was actually nervous, very much wanting Megan to be my girlfriend and afraid that she wouldn't want that level of an emotional commitment. "Well, where do you want our relationship to go from here?!"
"Well, I'll go ahead and tell you the whole story!"
"Okay!"
"When I woke up this morning, I noticed that you had fallen asleep with your computer on and that you were writing a message to one of your friends, telling him that you were at my house, that you think it's fucking hot that I gained so much weight while I was in prison, and that you were going to try to take some more pictures of my soles, and that you could hardly wait to see them again after waiting almost three years! I was like 'What the fuck?!' I didn't know why you'd want any pictures of my soles, or that you took any before, or even that you were into soles! And I've always fucking hated being fat, so I was really surprised that you love it! So anyway, I went into your pictures and saw a folder that said 'Sole Queen Megan,' and I saw that you had over 2,000 pictures of my soles in there!
"And then I typed my name into the search feature of your e-mail account and saw all the kinky shit that you've told your friends about me; that I'm the woman of your dreams, that my soles are the two most awesome sites in the universe, and you want to be my boyfriend, my slave, and my whore! Well, I'd never thought of you in those ways before, but when I saw and read all that shit, the film was peeled from my eyes and I realized what an awesome couple we'd make!"
I actually wasn't embarrassed when I realized what Megan had found on my computer. I was turned on that she had found it, and overjoyed that she was so positive about it. I began widely grinning as I realized that she'd read that message, and my excitement progressively intensified the more I realized that she'd discovered. As soon as she finished talking, I asked in euphoric amazement "So does that mean that we're a couple now?!
"It sure does!" she responded!
I suddenly wrapped my arms tightly around her, and she immediately reciprocated. "I love you, Buddy!" I told her.
"I love you, too!" she said. At that, we kissed for the first time. Upon our lips meeting, our mouths both opened and our tongues made slow, passionate love to each other.
Deep inside, I knew that Megan and I had some big obstacles ahead of us, hiding our relationship or suffering almost certain disapproval from our families. But she and I would deal with that later. Right now, I just concentrated on one thing. My deepest dream had come true. The woman of my dreams, and the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles, were all mine.Only a minute into my first kiss with my cousin and new girlfriend Megan, we were both very hot and horny. Even though our first fuck was only about 20 minutes earlier, we were so ready for our second fuck that we felt like stripping and having it right there in the park. But Megan suddenly pulled back and spoke with a huge grin.
"I don't want to hold back, but if we get caught having sex in public, that'll be a parole violation and I'll have to go finish the last two and a half years of my sentence! I don't want us to have to wait that long to fuck again!"
"Or get fucked up on weed together again!" I added.
"Right! So come on! Let's go get some dinner and then go home!"
"Okay, but will we get a chance to have more sex before I go home on Sunday?"
Grinning, squeezing my cheeks, and speaking very assuringly, she said "Of course!" She then kissed my lips, grabbed both of my hands with both of hers, stood up, and nudged me to do the same.
We walked over to a Subway, got our dinner, and sat down at a table in the back corner, far away from any other customers, so we both felt comfortable talking openly.
As we sat across from each other, our eyes locked on each other's. She had a huge grin while I started to feel very emotional. After just a few seconds, tears built up in my eyes and Megan was very concerned.
"Are you okay, Buddy?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "I'm just so overwhelmed right now. I've been so in love and lust with you for all these years, and just half an hour ago, I thought we'd never be more than cousins and friends. Now I've given you my virginity and you're my girlfriend. It's my wildest dream come true."
While I told Megan that, she began mildly crying, too. As soon as I finished talking, she paused a few seconds to gather her thoughts, then spoke with a slightly shaky but very happy voice.
"It's my wildest dream come true also, Buddy. All these years, I dreamed of finding a wonderful man who loved me and was crazy for me just as I am, who didn't give a fucking shit that I'm fat, but I thought it would never happen. I realize now that I've always been in love with you. I just blocked it from my consciousness because we're cousins. I'm so glad you were so open minded and realized that us being cousins doesn't mean that we can't be a couple also. And then to see how fucking crazy you are about my soles - wow, that's fucking amazing! I never thought any man would be so attracted to any part of my body. Especially the bottom of my fucking feet!"
The more Megan went on with that monologue, the more calm and secure the sounded. I responded by asking "So does that mean that my sole fetish doesn't bother you?!"
"It doesn't bother me at all! I actually think it's very fucking cool! It makes you even more unique!"
"I'm very happy that you feel that way! So tell me, how much did you see of what I wrote about you?"
"Every fucking word of it! I didn't wake you up until I'd read every fucking word of every fucking email you ever wrote about me, from beginning to end!"
"Wow, I'm very hot knowing that you read all that!"
"Well imagine how fucking hot I felt when I read all that kinky shit! I was absolutely fucking amazed that anyone, especially you, felt all those things about me!"
"Of all the things I wrote, what surprised you the most?!"
"Really, all of it! Especially that I was the woman of your dreams and that you love my soles and my weight so much!"
"What did you think was the kinkiest thing I wrote?"
"That you took some of my flip flops home with you and jacked off with them in your yard at night while you looked at pictures of my soles and got fucked up on weed!"
"Did reading all that kinky shit get you wet?!"
"Oh fuck yes! By the time we fucked, I'd been soaking wet for several hours!"
"So why did you choose for our first fuck to be that way?!"
"Because I wanted to totally catch you by surprise and see your reaction!"
"How did you like my reaction?!"
"I absolutely fucking loved it! Well, I guess I should say I ab-SOLE-lutely fucking loved it! How fast you got undressed, shit, that must've been a fucking world's record! And I also fucking loved that when we were sitting on the couch this afternoon, you didn't take your eyes of my fucking soles for three fucking hours straight! I was thinking to myself, shit, this guy wasn't fucking exaggerating when he said that my fucking soles are the two most awesome sites in the fucking universe! My ex-boyfriend stared at my fucking knockers all the time, but I love it much better when you stare at my fucking soles!"
"I'm very happy that you feel that way! But is it okay if I ask you a question about your ex-boyfriend?"
"Of course, Buddy! You're always welcome to ask me anything! You always have been anyway, but remember, we're a couple now also!"
"Thanks for the assurance! I'm very happy to know that, and of course you're always welcome to ask me anything, too! But anyway, you probably noticed that over the years that I never asked you anything about that guy."
Megan stopped and thought for a few seconds, then responded "I never thought about it before, but you're right."
"I never asked because I was so in love with you that it was very hard for me to think about you being with another guy."
Those words affected Megan very deeply. She responded in a very emotional voice "Aw, it's so sweet that you felt that way. If I'd known back then how you felt about me, I would've fucking dumped that fucking asshole instantly and gone hard after you. In fact, I would've never been with him to begin with, which also means that I would've saved myself from spending those two and a half fucking years in prison."
Those words, in turn, made me very emotional. "Are you serious that you would've dumped him for me?"
"One hundred per cent. I'm completely in love and lust with you. I honestly never loved him and I wasn't even that attracted to him."
"Then why were you with him?"
"Well, he'd been my weed dealer since I was 15. Then when I was 18, I got fired from my job for failing a drug test. A couple of weeks later, I'd run out of weed and didn't have money to buy anymore. I was still a virgin and had never even had a date, because no guys ever showed interest in me. So I watched a few porno movies and read some sexual advice pages online, then went over to this guy's apartment and told him that I was broke, but I'd give him a blow job if he'd give me weed. He let me try it and thought I did an awesome job, so he gave me a joint. So then I started going to his apartment almost every day, and he kept the same offer; a blow job for a joint. I kept doing that even after I got a new job, so I could save money, and because I thought it was the only way I'd ever get to have any kind of sex. Then after about three months, he asked to fuck me, and we worked out a new deal - a blow job and a fuck for three joints. And that went on for about four years. Then I lost another job for failing a drug test and he told me that he had a job for me. He said that if I moved in with him, gave him all the sex he wanted, and helped him sell weed, he'd give me all the weed I wanted. Then after I lived with him for three months, I was arrested for selling weed to an undercover cop, and they said they'd go easy on me if I pled guilty and testified against my boyfriend, so I did. If I hadn't, I might've gotten 20 years."
Most of that information was completely new to me. Of course, I knew that Megan had that boyfriend and had been arrested for selling weed, but I had never asked her for the details. As I said, I had a hard time thinking about her being with another man. Furthermore, I was concerned that telling me the details of her arrest and imprisonment would be too painful for her.
And while it turned me on to know that she'd given a lot of blow jobs, I was sad that she had been in prison and had spent all that time and energy on a guy who she didn't love.
After letting everything that Megan just told me soak in for a few seconds, I responded. "So am I correct that you were only with him for the weed?"
"Well, that and also the sex. I had no fucking self esteem at all. Like I said, thought that was the only way I could get sex."
That broke my heart. I reached across the table with both of my hands and gently grabbed both of her hands. Then I responded, trying to be very comforting and assuring. "Buddy, I'm very sorry you felt that way. I hope you now realize how ab-SOLE-lutely amazing and special you are."
"Well, at least I'm getting better in that area, especially now that I know exactly how you feel about me. I still haven't fully recovered yet, but now that we're a couple, I think I can."
"I KNOW you can, Buddy."
"I hope you're right. But I need to explain something to you."
"Please do. Anything that helps me understand you better is good for our relationship."
"Okay. Remember right after I put your fuckstick inside me that you started taking off your shirt and I stopped you?"
"Yes."
"Well, I stopped you because I figured that after you took off your shirt, you'd want to take off mine also. Is that right?"
"Yes."
"Okay. You see, I've always really fucking hated my body. I mean REALLY fucking hated it. I love being nude when I'm alone, but I don't want anyone else to ever see me nude. When I had sex with my ex- boyfriend, I was rarely nude. When I gave him blow jobs, I usually was wearing a shirt and pants, or at least a long T shirt. When we fucked, I usually just pulled up my shirt far enough for him to get his fuckstick inside me, just like I did with you today. The only exceptions were a few times in the shower and a few times when he worked my knockers. And that was all before I went to prison and gained 85 fucking pounds. I fucking hate my body even more now."
"Well Buddy, I'm very sorry you've struggled so much with your self esteem, but I want you to know that I think you're ab-SOLE-lutely fucking luscious and I know that I'll ab-SOLE-lutely fucking love your entire nude body. In fact, I'd love for us to be nude together all the time. I so much hope you'll let that happen."
"Well Buddy, thanks so very much for all your assurance. I do totally believe you, and I'll give you a chance to see me nude, but it'll probably take a while for me to get comfortable with it."
"Buddy, I'm going to stay with you forever and I'll keep working with you on your self esteem as long as it takes."
"Thanks, Buddy. And one reason I put my soles on display for you for all those hours today is because I know you're so fucking crazy about them, so I was trying to get you to focus on them and be distracted from the rest of my body."
"Well of course your soles are my favorite part of your body, but I love all of you and want to see all of you."
"I still have some hang ups that might take me a few years to completely recover from, but if anyone can get me there, you can. And in the meantime, I'm not going to let those hang ups fuck up our relationship."
"Just remember, Buddy; now that we're a couple, neither of us goes through anything alone. Whatever problems either of us has, we'll work through them together. That'll not only make us better people, it'll also make us a stronger couple."
"I know it will!"
"I'm glad you know that! But I've been wondering, how open are we going to be about this relationship?"
"That's a great fucking question; I have no fucking idea. I'm honestly not at all ashamed of our relationship and in fact I'd be proud to tell the whole world about it. I have the most fucking awesome man in the world and what the fuck difference does it make that he's my fucking cousin? But I think all of our parents and especially Grandma and Grandpa would totally fucking shit if they knew we were having sex!"
"Yeah, I totally agree with everything you just said! For now I think we should just take it one day at a time and see how we feel."
"Good idea!"
"And most importantly, let's always be open and honest with each other about that and everything else."
"Definitely, and I know we won't have any problem with that!"
"Of course not! And one thing that'll help our relationship a lot is that we've known each other so well for so long and are totally comfortable talking to each other about anything."
"Yes, especially now that I know all those super kinky secrets that you were keeping from me all those years!"
"Yes, and seeing how you reacted to those super kinky secrets, I'm never keeping anything secret from you again!"
"You better fucking not!"
"Okay, another question! What about contraception?!"
"I'm glad you asked! I'm not on anything right now, but I won't be ovulating for at least a few more days, so it's safe for us to fuck unprotected right now! And next week after you leave, I'm going to go get on the shot."
"Okay, cool. But would you like us to have kids together someday?!"
"Yes, definitely!"
"Great, so would I!"
"Awesome; I've dreamed of having kids ever since I was a little girl, and it'll be great for us to make that dream come true together!"
"It sure will!"
"I think maybe five years from now would be a great time to start. You'll have just finished college and I'll be 30, and I don't want to wait much longer than that. Especially since I'd like to have more than one child. I never liked being an only child."
"Neither did I, but we always did a fucking awesome job at filling that void for each other!"
"We sure the fuck did! I just wish I'd realized years ago that we could fill the romantic and sexual void with each other, too!"
"I wish that, too! And now we have to make up for lost time!"
"We definitely will! Oh shit, this is going to be so fucking awesome!"
"It sure the fuck is!"
By this time, we'd both finished our dinner in the last two or three minutes. She stood up and motioned me to do the same while saying "Come on!"
"And the key word is 'come!'" I said as I stood up. Megan laughed and extended her right hand to me. I grabbed it with my left hand, we interlocked fingers, and exited.
As soon as we were out the door, she stopped and said "Wait a minute, I forgot something!"
"What?"
She slid her free right hand down her jeans and pulled out a sandwich bag with two weed brownies. "Dessert!" she said with a wicked grin, provoking an equally wicked grin from me. We each ate one of the brownies on the plaza sidewalk. "I don't know about you, but for me, the effects of the ones we ate earlier are starting to wear off!"
"Yeah, same with me!" At her initiation, we then went back to holding hands the same way and walking home. I then told her "Hey, I love your weed tattoo!"
"Thanks! That was my very first one! I got it on my 18th birthday!"
"How would you feel if I got a match of it?!"
"I'd fucking love it! And I the guy who did that one is still my artist, so I can have him give it to you! And I have a few other matching tattoo ideas for us also!"
"Cool, what?!"
"I'm going to make it a surprise!"
"I can hardly wait! I'm sure whichever ones you get us will be be very fucking cool!"
"They sure the fuck will be!" We held hands until her house was in sight, then went and hung out with her parents for a while. Megan and I sat across the room from each other and tried very hard not to show any signs of romantic and sexual feelings for each other. Right after the 11:00 news, they went to bed and Megan went to her room. However, as she left for her room, she gave me a wink, and I figured that we'd spend a lot of time together that night.
I showered, put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants, lay down on the couch, and waited for Megan to come and get me. However, I quickly fell asleep. The next thing I remember was Megan whispering "Buddy! Buddy!" I opened my eyes and saw her kneeling by the couch. The room was very dark, and completely silent, but I could still see that she had a big smile on her face and was wearing nothing but the same T shirt that she was wearing when she took my virginity.
"What time is it?" I whispered back.
"A little after three!"
"Shit, I fell asleep. Sorry."
"It's okay, I fell asleep, too! Way too much fucking weed!" She then grabbed both of my hands with both of hers. "Come on!" she said as she stood up and gently pulled my hands upward. I groggily got up and, again holding hands with our fingers interlocked, she walked me back to her room, quietly locked the door, walked me over to her bed, and lifted up the blankets. I got in bed, lying on my right side. She then joined me in bed and dropped the blankets over us.
We instantly wrapped our arms around each other tightly, while our hands explored each other's bodies. I started by caressing her back, then pulling her shirt up to her waist and grabbing her right ass cheek with my left hand. Her huge ass felt absolutely amazing. A few seconds later, she rubbed her right sole up and down on my legs, which made my fuckstick throb. And I was amazed that her sole was so soft. "Buddy, that feels so fucking good," I gasped. "Your whole body is fucking awesome. I'm so happy that I'm going to be yours forever."
"You're going to be the best boyfriend ever," she whispered back. Our lips then met and we passionately kissed, just like in the park a few hours earlier. But this time there was nothing to hold us back. Our tongues gradually went from making slow passionate love to each other, to out of control hysteria, as we held each other even more tightly. The bed started to shake and we hoped her parents didn't hear it, but were much too into it to stop now. Our faces were soaking wet from all the saliva exchange, my fingers were now digging deep into her ass, her legs were wrapped around me, and she was squeezing my waist with her thighs as hard as she could.
I then reached around and touched her cunt with my fingers for the first time ever. It was also soaking wet, and I felt pre-come ooze out of my fuckstick. My touching of her cunt seemed to skyrocket her level of excitement. "Fucking taste me," she instantly demanded.
As I let go of her, she aggressively rolled onto her back and I crawled down between her legs. I placed the tip of my tongue on her cunt lips, then slowly licked upward. At that moment, Megan's whole body greatly tightened. She threw her head back on a pillow, closed her eyes, and her mouth hung open in ecstasy. It took every bit of strength she had not to scream.
I'd heard different things, good and bad, about the taste of cunt juice. But at least the taste of Megan's didn't bother me at all. I slowly explored her cunt with my tongue, all over, inside and out. She breathed very deeply and was clearly in a state of extreme euphoria.
At first, my licking was just random exploring, and as much as she seemed to enjoy it, I was content to slowly take my time. But after about three minutes, the tip of my tongue stumbled onto a bump that she later taught me was her clit.
The moment my tongue touched her clit, Megan released a very loud gasp, then urgently whispered "Oh shit, keep licking me there." At that, I started slowly and lightly gliding the tip of my tongue around her clit in circles.
Within a few seconds, I realized that I'd found her most sexually sensitive spot. Her body was now extremely tight and she whispered "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" over and over. Doing this to Megan after being so close to her all of my life, and being so in love and lust with her for four years, would've made me hot enough. But her repeatedly saying "Oh shit" made me even more hot. So did her squeezing my head with her thighs, and getting tighter the more I licked her.
About three minutes into licking her clit, I started trying other licking patterns, such as up and down, left to right, and completely random licking.
A couple of minutes later, she started trembling, so I grabbed her left thigh with both hands and pushed it back toward her upper body. That held her in place as my licking intensified.
She continued to lose more and more control of her body. I felt her trying to shake violently as she was filled with extreme pleasure and kept whispering "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," which she went on to say several hundred times over the next few minutes. Ever since I fell in love and lust with her, I had always loved that she had a very filthy mouth. It was a huge turn in to me. But I'd never heard it even half as filthy as it had been in the last 24 hours. That made my new romantic and sexual relationship with her even more exciting.
After a few more minutes of licking her clit and holding her down, something suddenly changed. Her level of pleasure seemed to skyrocket and her repeated whispering of "Oh shit" turned simply to loud gasping. A couple of seconds later, she had an amazing burst of strength, pushing me upward with both of her hands. She then very aggressively sat up with her mouth wide open but making no sound, and her eyes shut as tight as can be. Grabbing me by the hair, she grunted in my left ear "Come on you fucking whore; fuck the shit out of your cousin doggy style."
At that, probably running on adrenaline, she flipped all of her 315 lbs. over in just about a second, landing on all fours with her ass up in the air. I then pulled my sweatpants down to my knees and was about to crawl up to her and start the fuck, but apparently I wasn't fast enough for her. Her left heel immediately kicked me at full force on the back of my left thigh to nudge me closer to her. As I did, she reached behind her with her left hand, grabbed my massive hard on, and put it inside her.
I immediately wrapped my right forearm around her thighs and began fucking her hard and fast. The bed shook violently beneath us. And this position felt even better than did the missionary position in which I gave her my virginity about 10 hours earlier. Doggy style allowed me to penetrate her deeper. And just a few seconds into the fuck, a lightbulb went off in my head.
While I continued the fuck, my left hand reached down to my sweatpants and pulled out my phone, then turned on its flashlight app and shone the light down on Megan's soles. Being able to see her soles while fucking her greatly heightened my excitement. It was also very cool to see her ass and thighs shake up and down like gelatin.
Megan also seemed to like doggy style better. She reacted far more to it. She gasped over and over and her cunt contracted several times. None of that happened during our first fuck. And the contractions gave my fuckstick an even greater sensation this time.
I was hoping to hold my come for her a lot longer this time, but my inexperience combined with the contractions drove me over the edge. I came about as quickly as I did in our first fuck, but my orgasm was even better this time, and lasted about as long, even though the load that I shot her wasn't quite as big.
A few seconds after my orgasm ended and I stopped pounding her, she immediately collapsed onto her front and rolled onto her right side with her back to the wall. I then lay down right behind her and wrapped my arms tightly around her as she worked us into a spooning position. I slid my left hand up her shirt had placed it on her belly while I cupped my right hand on her left shoulder. Meanwhile, she held my left hand with both of her hands.
"Buddy?" I whispered to her.
"Yeah?" she whispered back.
"I'm sorry I came so fast."
"It's okay," she said very assuringly. "I know you're new to all this. You're doing fucking awesome for how inexperienced you are. You just made me fucking come about 10 times. Besides, you're only 18 and you're going to be my boyfriend forever, so you have lots of time to improve, and I'm going to make sure that you do."
"I guess you're going to use your seven years of experience to help me reach my potential?"
"I sure the fuck am. And I'm going to demand nothing but the best from you!"
"I'll give you nothing but my best, Buddy!"
"Yes you will, or you will be severely punished!
"Oh shit, we're going to be the best couple ever!"
"We sure the fuck are!"
"I just had a funny thought!"
"Oh yeah?! What?!"
"What if someday we apply for a marriage license and they ask why we have the same last name?!"
"Oh shit, that would be fucking hilarious!"
Suddenly, I began feeling very mushy and started crying. Megan instantly rolled over and took me in her arms, which I immediately reciprocated. "Buddy, what's wrong?" she asked in a very comforting and concerned tone.
While still crying, I responded. "When I first fell in love with you, I planned to never tell you and I thought you'd never find out. I just thought that over the years, we'd be cousins, best friends, and weed buddies, and that I'd secretly enjoy your soles. I even thought that maybe I'd come up with the courage to kiss them while you were passed out on weed, or give you a foot massage and hope you didn't suspect that I was doing it for sexual excitement. Then I remember that day when I got home from school near the end of ninth grade and my mom told me that you were caught dealing drugs and could get 25 years. I just ran to my room and cried. I thought I'd never see you in person again. I thought you'd die in prison before the 25 years were up."
"Oh, Buddy; I'm sorry you went through all that. I know that must've been so hard on you. If I'd known how you felt back then, I would've tried to comfort you through my letters a lot more than I did, instead of just letting you try to comfort me all the time."
By this time, I'd stopped crying, but was still feeling somber. "Thanks, Buddy. But anyway, I was so relieved when I found out that you got only five years and could be out in two and a half."
"I'm glad it was at least a relief to you."
"It wasn't to you also?"
"No, not really. I mean, I understand why it was a relief to you, and of course I would've taken it a lot harder if I'd gotten more time, but it still seemed like such a long time."
"I understand; I picked up on that from your letters. You always seemed completely miserable until the last two or three months before your release."
"Yeah, I was, but your letters helped me so much and made me look forward so much to getting released, because even though I had no idea that sex and romance would be part of it, I'd still always thought of you as my best friend and of course I kept thinking about us getting fucked up together again."
"Speaking of which, I wanted so much to write about weed in those letters, but I didn't, because I was concerned that if I did, they'd be confiscated by the prison officials."
"Yeah, that's what I figured, and that's the reason I didn't write about weed, either."
"When you were in prison, I bought books of stamps at a time, and writing those letters was always a highlight of my day. And every day when I got home, I always ran to the mailbox and was so happy when I saw a new letter from you."
"That's exactly how I felt. And there were plenty of days that I never left my cell. I just sat there on my cot all day and wrote to you, and of course it always brightened up my day so much when I got a letter from you. The sweet things you wrote often made me cry. Looking back now, it's easy to see how deeply you were in love with me. Like I said back at Subway, I just didn't think about it because we're cousins."
"I'm so happy that my letters made you so happy. And of course, I'm so relieved that when you found out exactly how I felt about you, you didn't think that I was a fucking pervert!"
"Actually, you have that completely wrong! You ARE a fucking pervert! I mean, starting when you were only 14, you took over 2,000 pictures of your cousin's soles and posted them all on the internet, you stole her flip flops and jacked off with them, you stole her underpants and wore them - of course you're a fucking pervert! Just like I am! That's another thing that makes us such a fucking awesome couple!"
"I'm very happy that you feel that way! So far, you've seen my perversion a lot more than I've seen yours, but I can hardly wait to see all of yours!"
"Buddy, you have no fucking idea! I have so many fucking perverted plans for us, but I'm not going to tell you what any of them are! I'm just going to let you be surprised!"
"Wow, that will be ab-SOLE-lutely fantastic!"
"It sure the fuck will be!"
"Hey, that reminds me! Is there any special reason that you've had such a filthy fucking mouth since you woke me up yesterday?!"
"Yes! I noticed that you told several of your sole fetish friends that you love my filthy mouth and that it makes your fuckstick throb whenever I say 'shit' or 'fuck!' So I decided to say those words to you even a lot fucking more than usual!"
"I'm very happy that you did, because it's a huge turn on every time I hear you say those words! I never get tired of it at all!"
"That's great! I've always loved saying those words! And I fucking love saying them even more now that I know how much pleasure it brings you!"
"It also brings me a lot of pleasure when you refer to my cock as my fuckstick! Did you get that word from my email, too?!"
"Yes! I'd never seen or heard that word, but I saw that you typed it a lot in those messages, so I figured you'd like hearing me say it! And besides that, I get a kick out of the word!"
"That's good! I saw that word one time in an erotic story and immediately thought it was fucking awesome! It's been by far my favorite word for 'cock' ever since!"
"Mine too! In fact, from now on, it'll probably be the only word I use for that part of your body!"
"I'm very excited to know that!"
"Hey, I just thought of something! Next Spring, you're taking me to your prom!"
"Really?!"
"Yes! I never went to either of mine! My junior year, I didn't have a date, and my senior year, my boyfriend wouldn't go with me."
"Why not?"
"I don't know; he just said he didn't want to."
"It sounds like you still feel bad about that."
"Yeah, I do. It's a special part of my youth that I missed out on and I've always regretted that. But now I'll get to fulfill it with you!
"Well, I'll be very happy to do that for you! I didn't go my junior year, because I wasn't interested in any woman but you. But it'll be awesome to go with you next Spring and I know we'll make it an amazing experience for us!"
"Oh yeah; I already have lots of ideas!"
"That's great; I'm sure that all of your ideas are super awesome! And I'll be so proud to have you as my prom date!"
"Are you sure you'll be proud to be with your cousin who weighs more than twice what you do?!"
"Yes! Of course, probably no one will know that you're my cousin unless we go public about it by then! But I won't be the least bit ashamed to be with you, because you're the woman of my dreams!"
Megan started mildly crying at that and clinging to me even more tightly, as I reciprocated. "I never thought anyone could make me feel so secure."
"I'm glad I do, Buddy! You're the most awesome person ever and the greatest privilege anyone could have is to be your boyfriend forever."
That made her burst into both laughing and crying at once. "Well the greatest privilege I could ever have is to forever be the girlfriend of the most fucking awesome person ever, and that person is you, Buddy!"
That brought a few tears to my eyes as well. "I love you so much, Buddy."
"I love you so much, too."
At that, we began a slow, deep, passionate kiss accompanied by more caressing of each other as the fronts if our bodies touched completely. I thought it was going to lead to more sex, maybe including getting my first blow job and giving my first sole worship. But the massive doses of both weed and excitement over the last two days were too much. In just a few minutes, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next thing I remember was hearing an alarm, which woke up Megan and me simultaneously.
"Shit," she whispered. "That's my parents' alarm. Hurry up and go lie down on the couch, then get back in bed with me when they're gone. Get some rest in the meantime. You need it!"
"Okay! I love you so much, Buddy."
"I love you so much, too."
At that, we had a quick kiss and I ran out onto the couch, where I lay down and almost immediately fell asleep. I looked forward to the day when she and I lived alone together and spent all of every night together. In the meantime, it was a wonderful consolation that after all those years of dreaming and fantasizing, the woman of my dreams, my cousin Megan, was all mine.The sound of the front door closing woke me up. I looked at my watch and it read 7:40 AM. I got off of the couch and peaked through the dining room curtains and saw my aunt and uncle getting into their car. As soon as they drove away, I walked into Megan's room, very tired but equally happy and excited.
Upon entering her room, I closed the door and locked it, just in case her parents unexpectedly returned home while their daughter and I were asleep or passed out together. Then I stripped completely nude and walked over to the bed.
There my cousin was asleep, lying on her front. I joined her in bed and stripped off her shirt. I was so excited about seeing her completely nude for the first time.
I quickly noticed that in addition to the marijuana plant on her right hip, she had three other tattoos:
*A tramp stamp that looked like a Polynesian design.
*On her upper right arm, a butterfly.
*On her right side, the phrase "Let the wind of Heaven dance between you too." The phrase was written cursively in black over four lines that stretched slightly below her knockers to slightly above her waist.
After looking closely at her tattoos, I looked at her whole body even more closely. I was in awe of the immense natural beauty and ultra sexiness of my huge cousin/girlfriend.
I noticed that even when I was completely still, her ass and thighs slightly shook up and down like gelatin. I placed my thumbs inside each of her mountainous ass cheeks and my other fingers on the outside of those cheeks and spread them apart.
I then knelt, slowly rolled my tongue up and down her crack, and gave her a massive rim job. Not only did it feel amazing, it tasted sexy as fuck. A lot of sweat had built up between those fat cheeks and a lot of her cunt juice had dripped down there as well.
After a few minutes, I'd licked up everything there and then rolled her over. She had a very nice 40DD rack, and while her belly was large, it was in perfect proportion to the rest of her body, unlike many obese women. I then rolled her onto her right side, covered her with the blankets up to her neck, and spooned her as my fuckstick rested between her ass cheeks like a hot dog in a bun.
I fell asleep in a few minutes. This was the first time that Megan and I had been completely nude around each other and would likely be our first intimate encounter that would last for many hours. I felt like paradise.
I woke up again at 2:14 PM and Megan was still asleep. She and I were in the same position. I continued to spoon her and treasure my closeness to her.
Finally, at 3:36, Megan groggily rolled over and her eyes were slightly open. As soon as she saw me, she grinned widely, as I did.
"Good morning, Buddy!" she said.
"Well, it's not morning anymore, but we sure did have a great morning together!" I responded.
"Yeah, we did! What time is it?!"
"3:37!"
"Fuck, I haven't crashed like this in a long time!"
"Neither have I! I guess it's the weed combined with all the emotions we've gone through the last couple of days!"
"Yeah, I know that's it! And these have been the best two days of my whole life!"
"Mine too!"
At that, we had a very slow, passionate kiss with the fronts of our bodies tightly pressed against each other, as we thoroughly caressed each other and she rubbed her soles up and down my legs.
I got hard again very quickly, then moved my lips away from hers and told her "Oh Buddy, your soles are so amazingly soft. How do you do it?"
"I don't know," Megan responded. "I've just always taken great care of my feet. I've always washed them a lot, gotten regular pedicures, put moisturizing cream on them a lot. Maybe subconsciously I always knew about your sole fetish and that we were going to be together someday, so I was I making sure that my soles would be awesome for you!"
"Your soles are totally fucking awesome and it's a nice thought that maybe you knew all that subconsciously. But if that was the case, why did you have your first boyfriend?"
With total seriousness, Megan said "So I could give him several thousand blow jobs and perfect my skills so that by the time we became a couple, I'd give you the best blow jobs ever."
By the time she was finished saying that, I was as hard as I'd ever been. She glanced down at my hard on, then grabbed a small jewelry box from her nightstand and lay it between us.
She then slowly opened the box, pulled out a tongue ring, stuck her tongue far out, positioned it so I could see that it was pierced, put in the tongue ring, and put the box back on the night stand. Then, in her most sensual voice, she asked "Are you ready for your first blow job, Buddy?"
With my heart racing in excitement and ecstasy, I gasped "Oh yeah." At that, she slowly slid down the bed on her front, as we gazed deeply into each other's eyes the whole time.
When my massive hard on was just a few inches in front of her face, she grabbed it by the shaft with her left hand, but then suddenly paused and thought hard for a few seconds. "I forgot something," she casually said.
She got up and walked out of the room, and I hoped she'd hurry back. I slowly jacked off to keep myself rock hard. After about a minute, Megan returned with a 12" ruler and a roll of measuring tape, then grabbed her diary and a pen that were lying next to her computer on the desk across the room.
She once again lay down on her front with my massive hard on just a few inches in front of her face. Then, showing no emotion, she measured the length of my fuckstick with the ruler, then wrote something in the diary. Immediately afterward, she measured the circumference with the measuring tape, and again wrote something in the diary.
I was a little uncomfortable, hoping that the measurement results wouldn't be disappointing to her. Showing no reaction to the results, she set the ruler, measuring tape, diary, and pen on the nightstand.
Megan then returned to the same position for the third time, and fortunately for me, the third time proved to be a charm. She locked her eyes with mine again, grabbed my shaft with her left hand and my balls with her right hand, and then curled her legs as far back as she could so that I could see her soles.
When they were in position, she scrunched her right toes for several seconds, then released them while scrunching her left toes, and repeated the process over and over. Just watching her soles, especially while they were scrunching, was an extreme turn on to me.
Megan's eyes kept staring into mine, which kept staring at her soles. After about a minute, she stuck her tongue as far out, and as far to her left, as she could. She held it still for a few seconds and then, in one swift and sudden motion, she jerked her tongue at full force to the other side, gliding her tongue, and also the tongue ring, across the area just under my spout.
As she did, I felt an awesome, chilling, sensation and gasped very loudly. She then placed the tip of her tongue on the bottom of my shaft, causing the tongue ring to touch my shaft about an inch above.
She then gave me a lick all the way up, keeping both her tongue, and the tongue ring, gliding against my fuckstick the whole way, bringing me another awesome sensation.
Megan's eyes remained on mine the whole time, while mine alternated between her soles and her eyes. But then she shifted her eyes to my shaft. She pulled up my hard on with her left hand, grabbed the skin between my balls with the index and middle fingers of her left hand, and pulled up so that the back of my scrotum was right in front of her eyes.
She then glided her tongue and the tongue ring across the back of my scrotum. I had never stimulated myself there, having no idea that it was sexually sensitive. Suddenly, I realized that I'd been missing out.
I felt the most awesome physical sensation I'd ever felt. Every speck of my entire body was completely filled with sexual pleasure. As the euphoria began, I gasped at the top of my lungs and focused completely on what was happening. Just 24 hours earlier, I didn't think that Megan would ever be more than my cousin, friend, and fantasy. Since then, I'd given her my virginity, we'd become boyfriend and girlfriend, talked about having children together, and now she was giving me my first blow job. And in the process of that blow job, she was giving me physical pleasure that I had no idea was possible. And to top it off, I was staring at the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles.
Right after my super loud gasp, Megan took my entire scrotum into her mouth, sucked hard on it, and rolled her tongue and tongue ring all over the back of the scrotum, slowly and methodically.
I got more similar rushes of pleasure and cried out in total ecstasy and intensity "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy. Oh shit, don't stop. Please don't stop."
My erotic words were fuel for Megan's erotic fire. She was horny at the start of the encounter, but her horniness skyrocketed amid the words that I gasped to her. She didn't respond with any words or eye contact, but she did respond by being much more aggressive.
I had known since I was a baby that my cousin was the greatest person in the world. I'd known since I was 14 that she had the best soles. Now it was obvious that, to top it off, she was the best blow job giver. And she was all mine.
After about two minutes, my scrotum started losing some of it's sensitivity. A few seconds later, Megan noticed that my gasping was calming.
She then placed the tip of her tongue right over my spout and began licking in circles under the head, while she gazed into my eyes again. My pleasure wasn't quite as much as when she first licked my scrotum, but it was very good, and my eyes mostly stayed on her soles, except for watching her tongue and her eyes in a few times.
After a couple of minutes of her circle licking, I realized that I was going to come and started gasping loudly again, but Megan kept up just as she was going, and showed no reaction to the gasping.
My first shot went straight up her left nostril. She instantly jumped and screamed, but not in horror. It sounded like a scream from a teenage girl when getting playfully splashed by cold water. And as soon as the scream ended, she laughed while taking my head into her mouth, where I shot the rest of my load amid a fantastic orgasm, while I still kept mainly focused on her scrunching soles.
For about the first 10 seconds after I stopped coming, Megan stayed in place as if waiting for more shots. Then, concluding that the load was done, she shifted her eyes upward. Noticing that out of my peripheral vision while still staring at her soles, I then shifted my eyes and locked them with hers.
I was breathing heavily while she looked completely calm, having given the entire blow job as if she would've been content to give it all day. After a few seconds, she slowly smiled while keeping her lips wrapped around my now soft shaft. In response, I smiled back.
She then slowly lifted her head up and licked my cock while it was leaving her mouth. As soon it left her mouth, she held the shaft with her left hand and my scrotum with her right hand, then licked up the big clumps of come from my spout.
She then got up on her knees, grabbed a wash rag off of her nightstand, covered her right nostril, and blew her left nostril as hard as she could, ejecting much of the come.
Upon finishing that, she set the wash rag back on the nightstand, grinned, and opened her arms. I grinned back, sat up, took her in my arms, and suddenly jerked her to the bed with me, very playfully. As I did, she lightheartedly screamed again.
As we hit the bed, we were facing each other, grinning widely, and holding each other closely and tightly as I lay on my left side. My cousin then opened her mouth, showing that my come was still there.
In response, I opened my mouth, and we had another deep, long kiss with our tongues making slow, passionate love to each other, and this time with my come swishing around both of our mouths.As my cousin/girlfriend Megan and I continued to passionately kiss, we held each other very tightly, and the fronts of our bodies clung together, my hard on returned very quickly. But her parents would be home soon and had the weekend off, which sharply decreased the chances that Megan and I would get to have sex again before I went home on Sunday. And she suddenly stopped the kiss with a big smile.
"Hey Buddy! I want us to keep this going, but there's something that if we don't do now, we probably won't get to do it this weekend!"
"What's that?!" I asked.
"Get you your first tattoo! Come on; let's shower together and get dressed!"
I'd been looking forward to getting some tattoos for several years, and was excited about finally getting my first. And even more so, I was excited about my first shower with Megan. And it was about an hour before her parents would likely get home, so Megan and I felt content to not hurry too much. "Go get the water set however you like it, and I'll call and schedule the appointment!" she said. "I'll be right in to join you!"
I set the water a little more hot than cold. Just a few seconds later, Megan entered with a big smile. "We have an appointment for seven!" she said. She then took me by the hand, slid the door completely open, stepped into the tub, and guided me in. Once there, we tightly embraced and passionately kissed while my hard on was sandwiched between our bellies and we got splashed with the semi-hot water. The kissing quickly got very intense and she began rubbing her right sole up and down my legs.
A few seconds later, my cousin also began grinding her cunt fast and hard against my thighs, to the point that it hurt a little, but was very well worth it. While keeping my right arm tightly wrapped around her, I slid my left hand down between her legs and started working her swollen clit. Her body almost instantly began trembling as her tongue speed went to maximum level, as did mine in response.
After just a few seconds, she tightly gripped the soap dish with her right hand while keeping her left arm wrapped around me, and hooked her right leg around my left leg while keeping her left foot flat on the floor. Feeling how horny she still was, even after all the sex we'd already shared in the previous 24 hours, my horniness increased as well. I shifted my middle finger into overdrive, going as fast as possible. Just a few seconds later, as steam covered the walls and mirrors, Megan began shaking violently. She took her mouth away from mine and screamed at the top of her lungs in orgasmic pleasure, shifted her ass away from me, grabbed my left hand with her right hand, forcefully pulled my hand away, then shoved me to the floor with both hands.
I landed on my back, and my cousin straddled me while facing away from me. As I grasped and stared obsessively at her ultra-soft soles, she grabbed my cock with her right hand, put it inside her, and rode me reverse cowgirl style. It was like she was riding the mechanical bull. Going has fast as she could, she not only fucked the entire length of my cock with every thrust, she also moved her waist so that she would get the maximum pleasure from the penetration. Though her roughness again hurt my thighs a little, the pleasure from the fuck was amazing, and heightened by my experiencing her soles.
Throughout the fuck, my cousin's cunt contracted several times. She screamed hysterically at first, then after a couple of minutes sounded exhausted and began crying out "Buddy!" then taking a deep breath, crying out "Buddy!" again, taking another deep breath, and repeating the process over and over. As the water splashed on her 40DD knockers, I lay back and enjoyed my cousin totally fucking the shit out of me while I savored the two most awesome sites in the universe, her soles.
After about five minutes, I felt my orgasm begin. In my three fucks so far, this was the longest I'd held it by far. "Buddy, I'm gonna come!" I gasped.
"Oh yeah, shoot that load inside your cousin, Buddy!" she replied.
I did so, having my best orgasm yet, and in the process gasped at the top of my lungs, while she returned to out of control screaming. After I finished coming, she kept riding me just as hard until I got very soft, at which point, she fell forward and laid on her front, struggling to catch her breath.
Then I decided to do what I'd been longing to do for four years, having masturbated literally thousands of times while fantasizing about it. I got up on my knees, rolled my cousin over onto her back, grabbed her right foot with both hands, lifted the sole to my face, and completely worshipped the fucking shit out of it, while the water splashed onto her knees. I kissed the sole thousands of times all over, and also spent lots of time licking and sucking it. Then after a few minutes, I gave the same treatment to her left sole.
That worshipping was even hotter than I expected it to be, and I quickly realized that I could do it forever and never get tired of it.