What Happens with Cousins
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The following is a story within the larger Hancock Erotica arc called "The Family," which follows the intense sexual relationships between fathers, sons, brothers, cousins, uncles, nephews, and so on in the Great State of Hancock. Read more at MiltonYearly.com.
“Believe me,” said Todd, “I’m really good at fucking. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Alden’s ears perked up. He’d been listening to his cousin complain about his love life over at least three sips of beer now. Snooze. But no duh—of course Todd was good at fucking. He was leaning right there against the wall, as tall and handsome as he’d always been. And muscly. Wearing nothing but his workout shorts, as usual. Now Alden felt a little embarrassed—and his dick was crazy hard all the sudden. He laughed politely.
“Oh yeah? Well… I dunno about that girl,” said Alden. “But Hayden would love to hear that.”
Todd let out a little laugh. He hooked his thumb into his waistband.
“Hayden… He came over with you last week, right?”
“Yup. He, uh—well, he can’t wait to come hang more. And he hopes you’re only wearing shorts again. I told him not to worry about that.”
“Ha!” Todd tapped his beer can against his chest a few times, leaving a glisteny wet spot on his pec. He took a heavy gulp, then smiled down at toes. “Yeah, I bet.”
He slipped his thumb out from his waistband with a soft snap. Eyes still on the floor, he rubbed his palm up and down his stomach.
“Well… Bring him back any time. I could use the appreciation.” He looked back up at Alden. “Are you and him dating or something?”
“Nope. Just friends,” said Alden.
“Huh. Too bad. He’s cute.”
“Well—we have sex sometimes.” Alden shifted as his hardon twitched. “But we’re just friends.”
“Oh yeah? Nice…”
Todd’s thumb slipped back down into his waistband, and he threw back the rest of his beer. He used his shoulders to shove off from the wall and stalk toward the kitchen.
It was only over the past year that Alden Link had grown close with his older cousin, Todd. Todd was twenty-five, seven years older than Alden, and he had always been too cool, or just too disconnected, to spend time with his younger cousins at family get-togethers. He had always spent the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, and Christmas apart from everyone, lying on a couch or slouched in an armchair with his shirt unbuttoned, one hand absently running over his pecs and abs while the other tapped at his laptop or, in later years, his phone. Usually pretty blitzed, too. The whole family knew that, on his own time, he’d be partying with his ne’er-do-well friends for days on end. So when Alden finally discovered the joys of drinking beer and smoking pot, he knew just who to call.
Ever since Alden’s eighteenth birthday, he’d been spending most afternoons and weekends at Todd’s grungy little downtown apartment. Together they’d smoke and drink into the night with an endless parade of Todd’s buddies, their tag-alongs, and the occasional friend of Alden’s. Todd, and at least one or two of his friends, was always half-naked. And Alden would let himself stare at Todd’s body, just like he always had on the holidays. He stopped himself just short of fantasizing about Todd, of course. Not because he thought it would be wrong to think of his cousin that way—Alden just preferred to ignore what he assumed would never happen.
“I’m rollin’ another joint,” Todd said over his shoulder. “And closing the window. So if it gets too hot for you just take off your shirt, ’cause my fan is broken.”
Alden watched Todd’s movement through the kitchen; the flexing of his thighs and his long back, and of his tight buttocks under the glossy fabric of his shorts. Alden wanted to strip. He doubted going shirtless was a good idea—but his hardon egged him on, begging to differ.
The window rattled shut, and before Todd drew the curtains he inspected his reflection in the panes. Just a little flex of his torso, and a quick tug at his crotch. He moved along to the bar counter to roll the joint, hiding his lower half from the room.
And while Todd’s head was down, Alden gave in—he peeled off his shirt and tossed it away to the floor.
“So who fucks who?”
“Huh?”
“Like—who’s on top. When you and Hayden have sex.”
“Right… We take turns. But Hayden’s not the best top. Between you and me.”
“Ha! Well that’s too bad… I bet you’re good at it, though. Which do you like better?”
“Oh, bottom. Don’t get me wrong, I like topping—I can pound a little twink boy to smithereens. But I definitely prefer getting pounded… I really love it.”
“I figured as much. You kinda have the perfect body for both though… So you got someone besides Hayden who, uh—pounds you?”
“Not right now… I used to have a thing with this guy from school. Super hot and tall, kind of a jock—he could fuck me so good… It’s been a couple months, though.” “…What made it so good?”
“Like… You want graphic details?”
“Graphic’s fine with me—I’ve, uh… Been around the block plenty.”
“Oh yeah? Well… He’d go really, really deep. And he’d just stay there for a bit to let me feel it… Then he’d do this grinding thing that made my whole body feel like… Just unbelievable. But my favorite part was how much he’d, uh—cum inside me. Over and over, as many times as he could. One time he came in me seven times without ever pulling out.”
“Seven? That’s pretty fucking hot… Did he know how to make you cum?”
“Like hands-free? No—I think I was close to it a lot. But no one’s ever done that to me.”
“Never? That’s a shame… Well, that’s what I do. I’m not doing my job unless I’m fucking the cum out of you.” Todd held the finished joint up to eye level and flicked it a few times. “This joint is ready to be smoked. But full disclosure before I come over there: I’m pretty hard right now.”
“Oh—um… I don’t mind. Me too, actually… I’ve been super hard since you mentioned you’re good at fucking.”
“Well shit.” Todd stepped out from behind the counter, joint hanging from his lips. He was rock hard in his shorts, the head of his long cock straining against the glossy fabric. “Now you have to show me. Take off your pants.”
The sudden command crawled up and down Alden’s spine like a phantom hand—his cock twitched, too stiff and aching to control. His hands started unbuckling his belt while his eyes widened and darted all over Todd’s body. Alden heard his belt buckle hit the floor.
“Damn, Alden—you weren’t kidding…”
Alden managed a shy laugh, but he was dumbstruck, unsure of where all this was going. By now he figured they’d at least jerk off together. But that wouldn’t be enough for Alden. He felt his cheeks burning—he always blushed when he wanted someone to fuck him this badly.
Todd started strolling across the room. He was exhaling streams of smoke through his nostrils, the white plumes flowing thick over his pecs and abs until they broke against his hardon. Alden stared as it came closer. Even through Todd’s shorts, he could tell it was long, thick, and perfectly shaped for making boys like Alden moan and quiver.
"Here," said Todd. "Cute boxer-briefs, by the way."
He was standing right in front of Alden, holding the joint out for him. As he reached up to take it, Alden glanced at his own hardon. At the tip, the fabric was already wet from his precum.
"...Bet I know what you've been picturing this whole time," said Todd.
In a blink, Alden's legs swung up into the air. Todd's fingers were clamping his thighs, and Todd was squatting over him—he thrusted twice, hard against Alden's butt, then stayed pressing his hardon into him, grinding slowly.
"Was it something like this?" he asked.
Alden was watching Todd's muscles tighten over him, breathing in the sudden musk of his bare body; his toes were prematurely curling, just above Todd's head. The tingling, fluttering heat of need rushed through his body to the rhythm of Todd's grinding. It forced his back to arch, pressing his butt forward into Todd's hips. Alden could feel the long, stiff muscle of Todd's cock shifting between his buttcheeks, the ridges of its head brushing against his hole with only thin fabric to keep them apart. He looked up to see Todd smirking over him like a boyish, mischievous prankster. But when they locked eyes, Alden couldn't help it—he let out a soft, hungry groan.
Todd's hips froze. His smirk dropped away, and his eyes flared alert, almost stern.
"Did you like that?" His voice was low, steady, gently forceful.
Dazed, Alden heard himself reply eagerly, but subdued, obedient:
"Yes."
"Do you want us to have sex?"
Alden's could hear his heart pound. The blush in his cheeks burned hotter and spread—he realized he was holding Todd's thighs. Smoke trailed from the forgotten joint still between two fingers.
"Yes."
Todd let his hips press harder.
"Do you want me to cum inside you seven times?"
"Yes."
Todd's hips began to grind slowly again.
"Do you want my cock inside you to make you cum?"
"Yes."
Todd grinned.
"Good boy," he said. "Actually... I'm gonna cum inside you eight times. Maybe nine. But first I want you to hold my hardon while you hit that joint."
Todd hooked a thumb into his waistband. He held it away from his skin as he made a slow thrust against Alden—his cock slid out inch by inch, bare and aching.
"Don't get shy on me now, little bro."
Alden put the joint to his lips, and with his other hand he reached between his thighs toward Todd's bare hardon. He laid his fingers over the shaft—the skin was hot, and he could feel Todd's pulse in the veins that bulged up and down its length. Alden pressed Todd's cock against himself, rubbed the wet tip of its head with his thumb. He felt a tickle at his hips—Todd's fingertips, lightly tugging his waistband down. Alden exhaled a long stream of smoke, and he smiled up at Todd.
"So... Nine loads?"
"Gotta take care of my little cousin, don't I? It might take a while... I'd better get started."
Todd whipped Alden's underwear off and tossed them oo'er his shoulder. Grinning, he kneeled down with his face between Alden's legs. Alden gasped. He felt Todd's lips sucking at his hole, sending shuddering heat through his hips and up his spine. Todd's tongue washing little circles over his entrance, pressing into him wet and teasing. Alden gasped out again, then bit his tongue. His body was writhing with too much pleasure—he needed Todd's cock, to take it all inside him. He looked around his thighs and saw his cousin's arm moving, his round bicep pumping.
"Oh my god..." Alden moaned.
Todd pulled his head away and slapped Alden's ass. He stood up, slowly stroking his cock—it was wet with spit and precum, aching stiff. Alden let out a little whimper, and Todd grinned. He locked eyes with Alden as he placed his cock's head on his cousin's wet hole.
"Here we go, little bro," said Todd.
Todd's cock popped inside Alden. Just the head, first—a cherry bomb sting. Then, slowly, inch after deeper inch inside. Todd held Alden's thighs as he sank deeper into his body. When they latched together, hipbones to round ass, Alden clutched at Todd's shoulders, moaning long and wild.
"Did I find your spot already?" Todd loomed lower over Alden and began grinding his hips—Alden's toes were curling, and his moans became softer, rhythmic. "I did, didn't I..." said Todd. "Fuck, Alden—I should have started breeding you years ago."
Todd shifted into slow, steady thrusts that laid heavy into Alden and left him wide-eyed.
"Your perfect, tight little pussy and this beautiful body of yours..." said Todd. "I always knew you were a dream boy. I bet you drive guys wild at school, playin' all shy and mysterious."
Still moaning softly, Alden moved his hands to Todd's chest and squeezed his thick pecs, ran fingertips around his nipples. He watched Todd smile, and without thinking he raised his head and kissed at Todd's, suckled it until Todd let out a deep groan. Todd nudged Alden's head back into the sofa cushion to kiss him brutally, taking hard control of his lips and tongue.
Through the kiss, Todd made faster, harder thrusts into Alden until he settled as deep as he could force his cock to grind. He kept sudden, animal groans and grants muffled between their lips and made several rapid pounds—and then held still over Alden.
"There," said Todd. "That's one out of nine."
Alden could feel Todd's load buried inside him. Warm and wet, aglow.
"Don't stop," Alden gasped.
"I'm not gonna." Todd hips were already creeping into a new thrusting pace. "I'm gonna be harder on you for number two, ok?"
"Ok—yes, big bro... I want more."
"More of my cock?" Todd goaded Alden, his voice low. "More of your big cousin's cum inside you?"
Todd pumped his second load into Alden while holding him up against the wall, windowpanes rattling as they moaned together.
Alden took Todd's third load on the floor, on all fours, with Todd's heavy hands clamping his hips until he pressed Alden flat against the floor. Todd laid his whole body down over Alden's as he came, whispering that Alden was a sweet, perfect boy who deserved everyone's cum; that he wanted his friends to see what a perfect boy Alden was; that he and his friends would breed him until he couldn't fit anymore cum.
They moved to Todd's bed for the fourth and fifth loads. Alden took them on his back again, begging in little murmurs and moans as Todd shifted his rhythm between gentle thrusting and ruthless pounding. Just before the fifth load, Todd buried his cock deep into Alden's pussy and pumped hard at his G-spot. While Alden gasped out under him and clutched at his chest and shoulders, Todd grunted a confession: he'd been dreaming of Alden’s pussy for years now. Cumming to the thought of his moans before bed; leaving his shirt unbuttoned at every family get together, just so he could catch Alden staring at his bare chest and abs.
When his body started quaking, ready to shoot another load of cum, Todd kissed Alden hungrily, plunging his tongue as deep as he could.
And then Alden felt it. Uncoiling into his muscles from the wet, raw spot where Todd's pulsing cock was spilling cum inside him—Alden’s whole body bucked as an orgasm thrashed through him. His hips jolted and his cock spasmed, and Todd’s kissing ate up his desperate moan as his cum spilled free between their abs.
Todd pushed himself up slowly. He laid his fingers on Alden's sticky abs and smeared the cum around. “Holy shit...” Alden breathed. He was seeing stars; electric heat was still sparking through his limbs.
“Yep.” Todd smirked, and a boyish, satisfied glimmer jumped around in his eyes. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”
“That was... I've never felt that good in my life.”
“Well don't get too comfortable,” said Todd. He looped his arms under Alden’s back. With his cock still hard inside Alden, he started hoisting him off the bed. “We're gonna make it happen again.”
They didn't make it that far.
Todd had Alden perched on the kitchen counter when a few loud knocks cut through their moans. In the middle of another orgasm, Todd kept grinding into Alden—but whoever was at the door only knocked louder.
“Fuck -” Todd grunted. “Who is it!?”
“It’s Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes!” yelled the visitor.
“And your social worker!” yelled a second person.
Alden recognized the voices. The social worker was really Paul, a townie around Todd's age. And Publishers Clearing House was really Jason Forrester, a 20 year-old senior in Alden's class at Colton High. They were both at Todd’s apartment as often as Alden. Paul was a talker, always slapping Alden on the back; Jason was a brooder, but at school he'd nod to Alden in the halls. Both of them always brought a friend or two along, or just some no-name looking to get high.
“Shit... I forgot some guys were coming over tonight,” mumbled Todd.
“Well... I should probably go do some homework,” said Alden.
“Alright, little bro... Guess I should clean our mess up. But next time I'm giving you nine loads. No interruptions.”
Todd hollered for the guys to come back in twenty minutes. He pulled out of Alden, letting a long drip of cum smatter on the floor.
—
That night, Alden laid in bed trying to recreate the feeling of someone forcing him into a shuddering orgasm. If he focused on the image and the rhythm hard enough, on the deep place inside him where Todd's cock had worked— he could just barely feel the spark.
He had a feeling he had lied to Todd, though. It couldn't have been the best feeling of his life. Even with the rush of knowing his older cousin could and would take over his body like that, Alden craved an extra flavor. The one that Dovener used to give him, that left his heart racing for hours after they'd touched. He hoped he’d kick the craving soon.
Alden woke the next morning to a series of texts from Todd.
Todd:
- Hey cuz. If ur free after school u should come over
- I told the guys we were fucking (they kinda guessed, saw u walking out to ur car) and they wanna party with us. Lemme know if ur into it
- We’d give u way more than 9 loads
- It’s cool if not, we can do just us instead. But Jason said he'll bring happy treats for everyone - I think you’d love it
A thrill rushed through Alden's skin, and half-nervous butterflies came to life in his core. He tapped out the first response on his mind.
Alden:
- Yes. Crazy into it