”Please, Terry, ” she begged, ”I really need a weekend away.”
”I don’t know, Betty,” I wrangled, “this weekend? It’s such short notice.”
“Come on, please,” she pleaded, “I know you’re not a NASCAR fan but it’ll be fun. Free food and all the free beer can drink. You and me. Just like old times. We could ride down on your motorcycle and make a weekend of it.”
”Okay, okay, ” I caved, ”just let me clear it with my wife first.”
”I knew I could count on you,” she squealed as she hugged me. ”I promise it will be fun.”
Betty and I are first cousins and best friends. I can’t remember ever not knowing her. We grew up on the same family property. We shared the same chores. We went to school together, even had the same classes.
Betty was always a beauty: Long chestnut curls; big blue eyes that seemed to smile at you; full, pouty lips that never needed lipstick; and a pirate smile that could melt an iceberg.
She was a real tomboy. We loved to play outside and in the barns when we were lids. But that was it, as teenagers, there was never anything more sexual than an innocent skinnydip every now and then. Like, I said, we were cousins.
She was coming off a nasty divorce from a cheating asshole of a husband that was never faithful to her. I couldn’t count the times she cried on my shoulder after catching him with another woman. She finally got tired of forgiving him.
My wife knew how close I was to Betty. She also knew I was in love with her and that I would never cheat on her. Especially with a cousin. She was cool about the weekend trip. I knew she would be.
We rode down to the Talladega Speedway early Saturday morning. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my chest. She squeezed me in a big hug. It was a beautiful, warm day. She was in her worn out Daisy Dukes, an old tank top, and black biker-girl boots. Kind of slutty, but damn sexy. I couldn’t think of anything but her breasts pressing into my back.
Hugging me again, she said, ”Thanks again, Terry. I really needed this.
”It’s my pleasure, Betty,” I answered as we rumbled down the highway.
We arrived at the speedway in time to use the pit passes. I was stunned at the equipment that it took to participate in this kind of event. It seemed like there were a thousand mechanics and computer geeks hurriedly readying the cars.
Betty bought souvenirs and tee shirts with her favorite drivers’ faces on them. I passed, it all seemed too redneck for me. But she was really having a good time. What the hell, she deserved it. The loudspeakers boomed, ”Race begins in thirty minutes.” We made our way to a luxury box suite.
”Damn, Betty,” I asked in disbelief as I helped myself to Prime rib and lobster, ”How in hell did you score this?”
”Shaun would shit if he knew. I took them when I left his dumb ass,” she said with a laugh.
”Hell, you deserve it after all the shit he put you through,” I said.
“He was fucking around before our first anniversary,” she said, with a hint of a tear in her eye. “The last ten years just seem like wasted time.”
I put my arm around her and gave her a squeeze and said, “You know, I tried to warn you about his sorry ass before you married him.”
“Yeah,” she admitted, “I just wish I had listened. You have always been there when I needed someone. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to thank you, cuz.”
I squeezed her shoulder again and whispered, “That’s what I’m here for. You’ve been there for me. You don’t have to thank me.”
The loudspeakers boomed, “Gentlemen, start your engines.”
The crowd roared as the cars rattled the glass windows of the box. We took our seats looking down from high above the track.
The pace car led the racers around the track. The checkered flag waved the start of the race. The cars roared past over and over again. I could tell she was enjoying herself.
About twenty laps into the race, there was a five-car pileup just below our box. This is what they come for anyway. Not the race, but the crashes. There was a collective moan from the crowd.
Betty stood and leaned forward, placing her hands on the window ledge. She loved this stuff. I was having a good time but really, I was just there for her. I couldn’t help but admire the view of her bending there at the window in her little cutoffs, thinking how big a dumbass her ex was.
She turned and caught me looking. Wiggling her ass, she asked, “What are you looking at,” with a wicked grin.
My trance broken, I looked up and saw her grinning. “I, uhm, it was right there, uhh, I was, umm,” I stammered.
She laughed and shook it again and asked, “Well, is it still nice?”
Regaining my composure I answered, “I have to admit, it’s better than watching cars go around in circles.”
Sitting on my lap she asked, “Remember when we were kids, how we used to go skinny dipping?”
My mind instantly went back to when we were both sixteen-years-old. Our parents had already told us that we were too old to skinny dip together. But we had done it all our young lives. We stole away to the little sandbar on the river every chance we got.
I remember watching her dry her body one sunny Sunday. I walked out of the water and she watched me as well. I finished drying and threw my towel at her and asked what she was looking at. As mischievously as ever, she walked to me and handed my towel back. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body.
I covered myself with the towel as she walked back to where her clothes were. I was hypnotized by her sway. Leaning down to get her clothes, she gave me a wonderful view of her secret skin. When she stood and faced me she grinned again.
“And what the hell were you looking at?” She teased.
My face burned red as I covered my growing member.
My mind returned to the present and I answered, “Yeah, I remember,” before she mused how great it would be if we could go back to that time again.
“Yeah, things were definitely simpler back then. All we had to worry about was being late for supper,” I said.
“And you staring at my ass,” she laughed.
“Well, it was the first one I had ever seen,” I said in self-defense as we laughed.
The race bored on and there was finally a winner. We walked down to the parking lot where my bike was waiting. I was feeling good but definitely not buzzed. I got on the bike and started it. She slid her leg over the seat and nestled in behind me, hugging me tightly again.
We took the elevator up to the fifth floor and walked to our room.
Only one bed, I offered to take the couch. She took the first shower, walking from the bathroom to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body and one around her hair,
“All done, the shower is yours,” she announced.
I walked in and closed the bathroom door. The room was still steamy and I saw the smiley face she drew on the mirror. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor next to her dirty clothes. Dropping my jeans and boxers, I picked up her little panties. Holding them up I couldn’t believe how tiny they were. Just a few strings and a tiny triangle of lacy purple.
I brought them to my face and inhaled her scent. I was intoxicated. Again, I drew her scent into my nostrils. I felt a stirring down there. Another deep drag like an addict on his favorite drug.
I was fully erect. I shook my head and dropped her panties.
I shook the thought from my head. I felt like a pervert. Were cousins and I was happily married. What the hell was I doing?
I stepped into the steamy shower. My mind went back to the sandbar again. It was a memory that filled my nights for years after. Still buzzing from Betty’s scent, I was still hard, throbbing. I was still dwelling on the sandbar with her. I couldn’t pull myself to reality. My fingers wrapped around my erection, slowly stroking.
I shook myself from my lust. Guilt flooded my mind. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I released my throbbing member. Shame and guilt. I turned the hot water off. Cold water shocked my body. I cursed at the jolt as my erection faded. A knock on the bathroom door.
“Is everything okay in there?” Betty asked.
“Uh, yeah,” I answered, “the hot water just quit all of a sudden. I’ll be out in a minute.”
After toweling my hair and body, I wrapped the towel around my waste. I walked into the room and heard a whistle from the couch.
“Looking good, cuz,” Betty shouted as she popped open a beer.
I smiled as I walked to the bedroom to put my nightclothes on. “Be right back,” I answered.
I noticed Betty was wearing my red and black flannel button down. She was so sexy sitting there, her long legs on display in the dim blue glow of the television. I dressed in a hurry and returned to the sitting area. I sat next to Betty on the sofa and she handed me a beer. She settled into my side and I put my arm around her shoulder.
“Terry, I just don’t know how to say thank you,” Betty whispered. “I haven’t done anything like this in over a year.”
I squeezed her tighter into my side and said, “Betty, it’s my pleasure. You deserve to have some fun after all that bastard put you through.”
”Thanks, ” she said with a tear in her voice. ”He hasn’t done much with me over the last few years. I have felt so alone. I think I would have gone crazy without you guys to lean on, especially you.”
Hugging her tightly I assured her, ”I’ll always be there for you, you know that.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since he kissed me, or even touched me?” She sobbed. “Do you know how long it’s been since he’s made love to me? I haven’t felt loved in years.”
I didn’t have the words to comfort her. I just held her tight and kissed the top of her head. I put my other arm around her when I heard her sobs. She turned into my hug and put both arms around me and kissed my neck.
I didn’t think anything of it until I felt a second lingering kiss. I turned my head to face her with a puzzled look. She looked up with tears staining her cheeks. Our eyes met and she didn’t look away. We kissed deeply before I could stop myself. A long slow warm kiss, tongues dancing. I felt her hand on my lap, pressing down on my erection. I felt a wave of guilt and panic. Breaking our kiss, I pulled back.
“What’s wrong, Terry,” She asked with confusion in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Betty,” I whispered as I dropped my head. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
She pushed my head up with a finger under my chin and said with a smile, “Its ok Terry, I liked it. I want to do this. I have wanted to do this since we were kids.”
My mind raced. I had a beautiful woman in my arms. We were completely alone. No one would ever know. But was my cousin and I had a wonderful wife at home who loved me. I shook my head.
“I’m sorry, Betty, I can’t,” I whispered.
“This says you can,” She says with a firm squeeze on my cock.
I take a sharp breath and felt myself throbbing in her gentle grip.
“I can’t,” I repeated, “I’m sorry.”
She released her grip on my cock and stood with her back to me. I wanted to pull her back and hold her. She just stood there. I expected her to walk to the bedroom but my red flannel shirt slowly dropped from her shoulders to her mid back. She turned to face me, her beautiful breasts on display.
“Make love to me, Terry, please,” she whispered as she dropped the shirt to the floor.
A vision of pure beauty. She stood there naked and defenseless. I stood, my hard throbbing cock straining at my pants. We kissed. Such a soulful kiss. I was drowning in the moment. I felt her fingers push into my pants and wrap around my cock. As she gently stroked me, my hands cupped her ass. She pushed my joggers and my boxers down and my cock sprung free.
She dropped to her knees and I stood there with my pants at my knees. I felt her warm lips kissing my swollen cock. One hand stroking me and the other massaging my balls. My head rolled back and I drug in a ragged breath. I pulled my tee shirt over my head and dropped it on the sofa.
Her eyes smiled up at me as she kissed my hard shaft. She squeezed it tightly and gave me that pirate smile. I knew what was coming.
She opened her pretty mouth and almost swallowed me whole. My knees weakened as she sucked my cock like she was starving. I felt a constriction in my balls. I was close. She saw it on my face. Her hand stroked my shaft as her lips and tongue played with my cocks head. My orgasm was building like a wave.
“I’m going to cum,” I warned her.
She worked with a determination. Stroking faster and sucking harder. I felt the wave break over and crash onto a beautiful beach. My knees buckled. My head spun. I felt a fountain of cum gushing from my dick. She never broke her lock on me. She swallowed every drop.
My orgasm faded as I looked into her beautiful eyes. Still sucking and fondling my shrinking cock. She released my member and stood up face to face. We kissed again. I tasted my semen on her tongue. Our hands explored each other’s bodies. I kicked my pants from my feet and took Betty in my arms and carried her to the bed.
I gently put her down. She watched my eyes as I surveyed her body. Just a wisp of hair above her secret treasure. I kissed from her feet to her ankles and slowly to her knees. Our eyes locked together in the lustful moment. I pushed her legs apart. Slowly kissing up her thighs I took in her scent. My cock stirred again.
I slowly kissed her thighs and around her beautiful pussy. I wanted this to last. She squirmed impatiently. I was dizzy from the aroma of her sex. I licked and kissed all around her wet mound.
“Please, Terry,” she begged.
I looked up at her pretty face and smiled. I pushed my tongue deep into her sex. Her head rolled back and she moaned. I watched as her fingers bunched and pulled the sheets. She drew her knees up and lifted her bottom from the bed. My tongue followed her up. She was wet. I wanted all of her juices.
Her head turned back and forth. Her moans were louder. She called my name over and over. My hands slid up her body to her soft breasts. Her nipples were erect and sensitive. I rolled them in my fingers. Her hands covered mine and pressed them down harder. I sucked her clit between my lips and tickled it with the tip of my tongue.
Her eyes opened wide and she drew a sharp deep breath and a low moan escaped as she came. Her body trembled. Her hands squeezed mine. Her pussy soaked my tongue. Her juices flowed from the corners of my mouth and down my chin. I sucked it down.
My dick throbbed as I watched her ride the wave of ecstasy.
Her expression of rapture was more than I could resist. I crawled up to kiss her, pausing to taste each nipple. Her fingers played with my hair as our lips met. My cock pressed against her sex.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” She whispered as I kissed her neck.
I nibbled her earlobe and answered, “No longer than I have.”
I rolled my hips and my cock slid into her pussy. She moaned. I was lost in the lust of the moment. So warm and wet. She was so tight. So fucking tight. I started fucking. My strokes were long and slow. She wrapped her legs around me.
“Fuck me, Terry,” she growled, “Fuck me.”
I dug my knees in and started fucking harder. I bit her nipples as she pinched mine. I sucked each nipple hard. I watch her eyes roll back as another climax flooded her senses. I watched a tear roll from the corner of her eye and down her cheek as she floated in her orgasm.
It was more than I could stand. My muscles tensed and lightning flashed. I came for the second time. The intensity was unparalleled. This was a moment I had fantasized about for years. Thunder rolled. The wave crashed. I was drowning in the moment.
My senses returned and there was Betty, asleep on my shoulder. Her hair a mess. So beautiful.
