C14 (2)

Jealousy.

Sarah wanted to know who gave better head. Rachel wanted to know who was a better, sexier fuck. They actually had a few fights when they discovered each had gone behind the others' back. I managed to get them calmed down, then, with tact and courtesy, I opted out. The girls had only each other and I wasn't going to come between them. I thought that sooner or later, they'd either find a guy who could manage both of them or two men that understood their unique bond.

"You're two for two," I said to my friend, who sighed and nodded her head in agreement. "Or is it three for three?"

"I'm so sorry," Jennifer said to me and ordered me another Chai Latte. MaryAnn brought us our drinks, smiled sweetly and excused herself. "Maybe I should ask more questions. You're too wonderful a guy to remain single, I've always thought so. What are you looking for in a girlfriend?"

"Actually, she would be a lot like you," I confessed to Jennifer – my cousin, Jennifer Norris.

Jennifer has been my best friend since the age of 5. I was never the pesky, younger cousin to Jen. I was best friend, buddy and playmate all rolled up in one package. If her friends wouldn't let me join in, they didn't stay her friends. I did well in high school, because my older cousin lent me all of her notes – she was a Straight-A student – and tutored me in any subject in which I was lagging behind. As a result, I graduated Valedictorian, as had Jen before me.

Jennifer was a bit of a black sheep in our family. Right after high school, Jen moved out of her parents' place and into an expensive apartment. It took a while for word to get back to her folks, but I knew how Jen was earning her money – with her body.

No, not in the way some of you are thinking. Jen is a tall, busty beauty and she put that to work for her. She had no intentions of working at a doughnut shop or at McDonalds. She planned on doing well in university and needed a job that would allow her flex time. A friend had a perfect solution. She got Jennifer a job modeling – nude – for art classes. Jen has never been shy about her body, she likes to strut her stuff. As a teenage boy with hormones, Jen caught my attention a few times. My very first slow dance was with Jen – who was taller than I was at the time. She played havoc with my libido, I'm still surprised I learned to dance. A few times by her family's pool, I had to throw a towel over my waist. Her long brunette hair, perfect 34D tits and sleek legs all in a skimpy yellow bikini was a temptation no male could ignore, not even a cousin. I managed to keep my surging libido in check, but I'd never once forgotten my cousin was a babe – not even now.

Jen elevated her career in short order. She started catalog modeling, calendar modeling, posing for practicing photographers and she wasn't shy. She became highly in demand and because she was so sought after, her rates went up. Jennifer kept busy, but still managed to graduate with honors. She kept up the modeling, even getting a few pictorials in magazines. Her – our – family were none too pleased, but I thought it all made perfect sense. She managed to capitalize on her best assets and lived life entirely on her own terms.

"Are you saying that I'm your ideal woman?" Jennifer asked me with a huge smile on her face. Almost as if she was flirting with me, she crossed her legs to give me a nice view. Jen was wearing a sun-yellow, tight fitting short dress and as always, every inch of her was impeccably styled. Even when we were just meeting for coffee or hanging out, Jennifer always dressed like it was a special date. I had never once seen my cousin look anything less than perfect. "That may well be the most flattering thing I've ever heard. To think my hot young cousin thinks I'm perfect."

"Me? Hot?"

"Oh God Dylan, haven't any of these girls ever said just how hot you are?" Jennifer smiled and leaned back in her chair, showing off more of her amazing body. "Why do you think you've had such an active social life? You're HOT! Every woman I've spoken with tells me they'd date you in an instant and it isn't just because you're a successful doctor!"

I had to admit, hearing Jennifer talk to me in such a manner was an eye opener and an ego booster. I know I'm okay to look at – 6'1" tall, I work out and eat healthy – and yeah, as an orthopedic surgeon, I make good money. Still, perhaps the women I had been seeing were taking that for granted. "Oh, well," I shrugged my shoulders. "It's nice to hear that, Jen, I never realized you even saw me that way. You know, it's almost a shame that we can't date each other."

"Who says that we can't?"

Jennifer stretched out again as if to offer me the most sinful of temptations. "We see each other a few times a week – we have dinner a few times a month. If we kept that up, no one would suspect a thing. The only difference would be how we end our dates – let's say,in the bedroom?" Jen licked her lips playfully.

"You know what they call that? What people might say?"

"Yes and yes. I don't care. If you can get past the societal taboo, we're perfect for each other. We've never quite fit in with the family and we have always played by our own rules. I know that you're a great lover – yes Dylan, women do love to talk," she laughed. "I happen to be incredible in bed and baby-cousin, I know you look at me and wonder about that. I'm offering to satisfy your curiosity and I'm willing to bet that once we have sex, we'll click," Jen grinned. "All you have to do to see if I'm right is to say yes!"

Jen is unconventional and lives her life as a Bohemian model – just one with two university degrees. I'm not quite as crazy. Still, watching Jen move sensually and tempt me was – well, tempting. I knew that if I lived to the ripe old age of 110, I would never again meet a woman so well suited to my particular tastes.

I was really torn. I was fairly certain I could get past the taboo of incest. Being a doctor, I knew most of the "risks" were nonsense in modern times. Jen had been my best friend and confidante for as long as I could remember. Shouldn't that be the person who shared my bed as well?

That in a nutshell, was the problem. If we took that risk and ended up in the sack, if it blew up in our faces, I would stand the risk of losing my best friend. I couldn't survive that.

I realized that there was no way in Hades Jen would let that happen. This was something she had given some consideration. She wanted us to be lovers because it was the best thing for both of us. Why was I fighting something that seemed to be so perfect? I looked at Jen – wavy, beautiful hair, alluring smile, perfect body – I realized that only an idiot would turn down such an incredible opportunity. Still, I thought I had to offer her an out.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "After all, this is something we can never undo once we ..."

Jen literally yanked me by the shirt and pulled me towards her. Thankfully, no one was near us, not that she would have cared. She laid a kiss on me that almost made my toes curl, lots of tongue and passion so evident a blind man would have noticed it. Jen quite literally took my breath away.

"I want this," Jen breathed with a smile and another lick of her perfect lips. "I want to be your lover and your girlfriend. I've wanted it for a while, but I kept that as my little secret. Now that I see you have similar thoughts, nothing is going to hold me back. Let's pay the bill and go back to my place."

"Yeah, okay."

We paid our tab and MaryAnn winked at us. "Good luck, you two," she smiled. "It's about time." I tried to act as if I didn't know what she meant, but I guess our mutual feelings were only a secret to us. The fact that some folks were already aware of our "secret" didn't faze Jen. As I have come to learn, very little fazes my Jennifer.

As a matter of fact, once we got outside, Jennifer took my hand in hers. "I want us to act like a real couple as often as possible," Jen smiled at me. We parted for one of the last times as we each went to our respective cars. I followed her back to her apartment, part of me still terrified about the next step. Luckily, my intense desire and surging libido trumped my old hangups.

My cousin's apartment is spacious and nicely furnished, if with eclectic tastes. One word you could use to describe it is "funky". That really didn't matter because I only had interest in one room. Jen practically ran to the bedroom and when I got there, there was NO backing out. She was already wearing a leopard-print negligee and matching heels. She moved, hips swaying, towards me. Her firm tits pressed into my chest as she threw her arms around me and hit me with a strong, urgent kiss that put the previous one to shame. My cock reacted the way that it was meant to, stirring under my trousers and reminding me that I was entwined with the sexiest woman I had ever known. I no longer had a single hangup about the incest. I wanted to go to bed with Jennifer and make love to her, fuck her and ravage her – all at once. I wanted her as MY woman and intended to make the sex so good for us both that she would know I was staking my claim. I guess that great minds think alike.

My gorgeous Jennifer had decided I deserved a little bit of a sexy display. Her bedroom is huge, you could almost play football in there. An expensive bed is the centerpiece, but there is also a huge mirror that covers the entirety of one wall. She danced and moved as her reflection duplicated every sexy move. She reached over to one wall and dimmed the lights. My tanned, slinky cousin performed an erotic, private dance just for me and strutted her stuff until I was watching her every move. I felt as if I had turned to stone because her show simply was that mesmerizing. I wondered where Jen had learned to move like that (I found out later she had been taking pole dancing lessons for over 10 years and was now one of the instructors).

Chucking me under the chin and planting a quick peck on my lips, Jen moved over to the bed with more bounce than an India Rubber ball. She stretched, cat-like, on the bed and looked at me with a seductive grin. Jen didn't speak a single word and she didn't need to. I knew what she wanted – the exact same thing as I did.

I joined her on the bed and like a dummy, I still had all of my clothes on. Jen just gave me a playful laugh and shoved me back on the bed. She was on top of me and grinning as she slowly undid my dress shirt. "Oooh," Jennifer sighed as she ran her hands over my broad chest. "It's funny, because I've seen you in your swimming trunks loads of times, but you're even more impressive up close," she said to me. I didn't get a chance to respond because she started kissing my chest. After that, I found it a bit difficult to form words. I was too far gone and even Satan appearing in front of us and saying we were going to hell would not have stopped me.

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