Incest Story of Passion and Discovery

In the heart of Illinois, where the summers are as hot as they are humid, I found myself at the tender age of 18, on the cusp of womanhood, yet still a naive young girl. The annual fair and festivals were in full swing, and my cousin Jake, a strapping 20-year-old from a small town 80 kilometers away, had come to stay with us.

The festivals were drawing to a close, and the excitement of the past days had left us weary. It was a sweltering August afternoon, the kind of heat that clings to your skin, and we found ourselves at a loss for what to do. We had just woken from a short nap, a brief respite from the late nights and early mornings, and were lounging on a wooden bench in the coolest part of the porch.

In an attempt to shake off the boredom, I suggested to Jake that we take my father’s old Harley and ride out to Green Meadow, a farm located 28 kilometers away. He agreed enthusiastically, and we set off, the wind in our hair and the sun on our backs.

I rode on the back of the motorcycle, my arms wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist. As we left the city behind and hit the open road, I pressed myself closer to him, my breasts pushing against his back. I could feel the heat and hardness of his body, and it sent a thrill through me. I let my hands wander, slipping them beneath his waistband to feel the growing bulge in his pants.

After half an hour of riding, we arrived at Green Meadow. It was a beautiful place, with towering sycamores and fir trees lining the paths. There was a well and a fountain, the water rich with iron from the soil, and at the end of the site, a simple chapel dedicated to the Virgin of Consolation.

We found a secluded spot behind a hedge, the grass soft and cool beneath us. Jake told me how beautiful I looked, how desirable, and how much he wanted to make love to me. I confessed that I wanted the same, and we began to explore each other’s bodies with tentative touches and playful pinches.

There was no one around, and we were free to indulge in our desires. I kissed Jake passionately, and he responded with equal fervor, his hands roaming over my body. He unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra, his mouth finding my nipples and sucking them gently. I moaned in pleasure, my body aching with need.

Jake asked me to lie back on the grass, and he knelt between my legs. He spread them wide, his eyes drinking in the sight of my wet and glistening pussy. He lowered his head and began to lick and suck at my clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nub. I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking against his mouth.

He slid two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out as he continued to lick and suck at my clit. I could feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, I exploded in a shower of sparks and stars.

Jake didn’t give me time to recover. He stood up and quickly shed his clothes, his cock standing proud and hard. He knelt back down between my legs and guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed inside me with one smooth thrust, filling me completely.

He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out as he fucked me with a desperate urgency. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back, urging him on. He reached between us and began to rub my clit, the dual sensations sending me over the edge once again.

As I came, I felt Jake’s cock swell and pulse inside me, his hot cum filling me up. He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We lay there for a few moments, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts pounding.

After a brief rest, Jake asked me to suck his cock. I took him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head as I bobbed up and down. He groaned in pleasure, his hands tangling in my hair. I could taste his cum, salty and musky, and it only served to turn me on even more.

I reached down and began to rub my clit, my fingers moving in time with my mouth. I could feel another orgasm building, and I knew that I wanted Jake to fuck me again. I released his cock from my mouth and looked up at him, my eyes filled with desire.

“Fuck me, Jake,” I begged. “I want you inside me again.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed inside me with one smooth thrust, and I cried out in pleasure. He began to move, his hips pistoning in and out as he fucked me from behind.

I reached down and began to rub my clit, the dual sensations sending me over the edge once again. As I came, I felt Jake’s cock swell and pulse inside me, his hot cum filling me up for the second time that day.

We collapsed onto the grass, our bodies spent and sated. We lay there for a few moments, our breath slowly returning to normal. As we dressed and prepared to head back home, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the day’s events. It had been a day of firsts, of exploration and discovery, and I knew that I would never forget it.

When we arrived home, my parents asked us what we had been doing. I told them that we had gone to see the chapel and had spent some time enjoying the cool grass of Green Meadow. My mother smiled and said, “That’s how I like it, daughter! Enjoy nature!”

I couldn’t help but smile back, knowing that I had done just that. I had enjoyed nature, and I had enjoyed Jake, and it had been a day that I would never forget.

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