Heather chooses her own way

"You're giving me a choice?" Heather chided. "I wouldn't think that would be your style."

"I can be very... generous sometimes, cousin," Kurt gleefully replied. Shifting his hips, Kurt slid his cock down Heather's thigh, savoring its toned, pliant flesh. Heather grunted through clenched teeth, accurately judging her cousin's impressive size and readying herself for the eventuality regardless of what she said.

"Ooo, you are a generous person in that department Kurt, you don't have to prove yourself," she rasped. She wormed a hand between them and grasped for it, lightly scraping the bulbous head with her fingernails. Kurt's eyes exploded open and a groan cracked from his throat. Heather smiled devilishly.

"You minx, urgh!" Kurt uttered, taking pained delight at Heather's delicate touch. She practically sucked his cock with her fingers, tickling its length in slow motions from its base to its tip. It's a patented technique, perfected by her over many years. A man's erection it incredibly sensitive, especially due to the cluster of nerve endings on the tip, and she obliged that fact of nature by ending each of her palmed kisses with a gentle rake across Kurt's mushroom cap. The nearly imperceptible roughness of her fingerprints and cut nails belied that powerful grip she now had on Kurt. She happily saw her complete control in her cousin's tortured face, and expression leaping back and forth or the line of intense frustration and abject pleasure.

"I've made some guys cum just from this..." she whispered. "Will you succumb?"

"Heather--aah!" Kurt felt weak-kneed, his muscled frame about ready to collapse at any moment. The fucking slut's got me, he mentally confessed. Shit, how's she learn this? I'm gonna blow at any moment. Gotta keep strong, you want to feel that cunt, don't you?

"You wanna feel my cunt, don't you?" Heather unintentionally repeated Kurt's final thought. He almost lost control right there, something Heather felt immediately as his cock bobbed in her grasp. "It's not Chloe you want right now... it's me. You want me. I know you, because, well... you have a point Kurt. We do think alike."

Kurt shuddered, unable to form a coherent response. Heather knew his thoughts though, suddenly feeling assured of himself that she had admitted to him that they have something in common. Still, she refused to acknowledge anything further, because she knew he was wrong. A potential relationship with Zack would could prove that, she thought. A good stable guy with something more than just looks and, she was just sure, a good-sized addition between his legs. A guy to treat her right during the day, only to punish her at night. Zack could fit the bill... well, she hoped anyway.

Kurt's glazed eyes lazily focused on hers. His lips trembled, as did his arms as he lay over her. His entire strength was now devoted to containing his climax, she could tell, whereas hers was a long way off. She fully resigned herself to that fate now and halted her unique handjob. With a firm grip, she pulled him down to her entrance and rubbed his tip across her soaked lower lips.

"I-I kn-new you c-couldn't say n-no," Kurt stuttered and pushed forward. Heather's flesh obediently parted, her walls stretching with a slow expansion at the welcome intruder. Heather sighed with an odd contentment, letting her head loll backward.

"Yes Kurt," she exhaled. The stream of words erupted from her larynx, barely paused for a new breath. "Yes, I want your cock. That's what you wanted me to say. That's what you want all sluts to say. They want your cock. They don't feel anything without your cock. They're nothing without your cock. Is that what you want Kurt? Is that what you want your cousin to say? Because she's said it, said it to your face when you're fucking buried in her, ahh!"

Kurt stopped Heather with his first thrust. Her vagina rippled like an accordion, humming Kurt like a virtuoso. Her pull was insanely strong, unlike any other woman Kurt had known, even other athletic women would had strangely tight pussies. He grunted with a few more intrusions, and Heather's vocalizations ascended into higher registers. He lashed his arms around her back, literally ploughing her across the grass below, and she grabbed his shoulders, bringing her mouth to his ear.

"Fuck me," she spat. "Fuck... me... Kurt..."