Behind the smoky village café, after Grandpa’s funeral, I unzip. Hot piss arcs out, splashing the tree trunk. Relief hits hard. Then I spot her. Fabienne, my 20-year-old cousin, eyes locked on my stream. Blond strands escape her black scarf. Those green eyes wide, innocent. Farm girl, trapped in shit and cows. My cock twitches, half-hard already. Taboo sparks ignite.
I shake off drops, tuck in slow. She freezes on the bench. No shame. I stride over, grab her slim arm. ‘Hey, Fabienne. Remember your cousin Pascal?’ She stammers, ‘Bonjour, Monsieur.’ I laugh. Grab her hand. Drag her to my Mégane cabriolet. Engine roars. Village shrinks in the mirror. She panics. ‘Stop! Cows need milking!’ I grin. ‘Fuck the cows. I’m your savior.’ Tear rolls down her cheek. My dick strains against jeans. Forbidden fruit, ripe and terrified.
The Awakening Rush
Half-hour silent drive. Pull into Auberge du Pêcheur. Brochet and muscadet loosen her. I spill it: can’t watch her rot on that farm. Like her aunt, escape to city life. She nods, eyes softening. Back at my apartment, Caroline gapes. ‘Meet Fabienne. Needs a total makeover.’ Caroline smirks. ‘Two hours? Challenge accepted.’
Heart pounds as Caroline leads her to the bathroom. I pace, cock throbbing. Imagine stripping that prude. Two hours drag. Door opens. Fabienne emerges. Black dress hugs curves. Slit teases black stockings. Garters peek. Blond waves cascade. Makeup glows. My jaw drops. Whistle escapes. Caroline whispers, ‘She’s dripping potential.’ Hand on my bulge. Steel hard. Incestuous heat surges. She’s family. That’s the thrill.
Champagne pops. She sobs on Caroline’s shoulder. ‘I’m a virgin.’ Boom. Silence cracks. Caroline: ‘We can teach you.’ Fabienne whispers, ‘Yes. Show me.’ Blood roars in my ears. Pussy clench fantasy explodes.
Caroline cups her face. Tongue laps tears. Lips meet. Soft, then hungry. I kneel, hands on stockinged thighs. Skin fever-hot. Fingers climb. Breath ghosts her lace-covered slit. She spreads. Caroline peels off the dress. Matching blue thong, garter belt. Nipples peak through bra. Caroline ditches jeans. Her pierced pussy glistens.
The Forbidden Fuck Frenzy
Mouth on her thong. Fabric soaks. She bucks. First orgasm rips her. Shudders violent. Caroline kneels, frees my 20cm cock. ‘Suck it, girls.’ They devour. Caroline deepthroats. Fabienne licks tentatively, then eager. Balls tighten. I erupt. Cum floods Caroline’s mouth, splatters Fabienne’s face. She savors it. They kiss, swapping seed. Tongues duel sloppy.
Strings off. 69 frenzy. Caroline eats her blond-tufted pussy. Fabienne moans into clit. They cum together, thighs quake. I’m rock again. Condom on. Position her on carpet. Legs wide. Tongue her virgin hole. Juices flood. Gland nudges lips. Inch in. Hymen resists. Push. Tear. She yelps into Caroline’s kiss. I freeze. Then thrust deep. Tight velvet grips. She claws my back. Orgasms chain through her. I pound gentle, then fierce.
Pull out. Flip Caroline doggy. Bareback slam. She screams bliss. Cum jets on her ass. Fabienne licks it clean. Shares with Caroline. Kiss salty.
Years later, secret thrills. Fabienne’s thriving—job, boyfriend. Caroline married, kid with Fabienne as godmother. I’m single, banging my secretary for stress relief. But that night? Pure transgression. Virgin cousin deflowered by us. Cum-drenched family sin. Still jerks me off thinking of her first screams. No regrets. Pure filthy bliss.