Kurt starts to prime his cousin

"Say it, bitch," he growled. "You'd let any guy fuck you if you could get way with it. Anything for a nice hard cock in that sloppy cunt of yours, huh? I bet you fucking dream of Zack inside of you every damn night."

"Like you want that pitiful thing between your legs inside Victoria or Chloe or Ashley," Heather fought back. "Shit... you've even thought about me haven't you? Not even my damn pussy is safe from your lust."

Kurt's shorts expanded in the confines of his hold on Heather, she quickly noticed. She opened her eyes wide. "Shit, I was half-joking," she replied.

"You know you want it," Kurt said through gritted teeth. "All women are sluts for cock, no matter whose it is!"

"Nah, that's just you! Don't give yourself the credit. You'd love to fucking use me right now, wouldn't you? Fuck, it can't be that long since you've had a cunt."

"And a cock for you!" Kurt reached for the remains of her top and flung it away. Her bra soon followed, and he dove into her tits.

Heather felt paralyzed. There was Kurt, her worst cousin, mauling and biting her bust like a madman. Her mind raced with horror, disgust, and shock, but her body's arousal truly betrayed her. Her wetness leaked freely, and the feel of Kurt's stiffness with his ministrations on her tits drummed up an involuntary groan. She clawed his back underneath his torn shirt, still unable to move with his weight on top of her, but that only encouraged him.

"Kurt..." she rasped with hatred and sexual need.

"Just fucking enjoy this, cousin," he said, strangely relishing the last word. Grabbing her sides, he began trailing his tongue down her taut stomach, and Heather again moaned against her will.

"You fucker..." Heather felt Kurt deftly undo her shorts, and in a flash they were gone. In disbelief by his quick undressing skills, she only registered his tongue on her pussy lips after he had pushed her panties aside and felt the first lick.

"Ahn!" she groaned as Kurt swirled around her clit. Fuck he's good at eating pussy, her mind confessed. Anything to get inside of a girl I guess. Her mental remarks came between mewls, prompted by those swirls. He alternated between running along her slit, lightly testing her entrance for a moment before continuing on to her clitoral hood. After a prolonged slowdance there, he dropped down again, bottoming out and then rising again. Soon Heather rose a hand to her right breast, pinching a nipple and involuntarily grinding her hips into his face.

Kurt paused to smirk broadly. "You're enjoying this far too--," he started before Heather shot out a hand and **** him back onto her pussy.

"If you're gonna fuck with me like his Kurt, I might as well enjoy it, I know you are way too much." Heather squeezed his head, boxing his ears with her powerful thighs. She grinned. "So finish your vegetables so we can get on with desert."

Kurt resumed feasting and Heather resumed writhing. Heather tried not to think that it was her first cousin pleasuring her this well, and substituted him for Zack between her legs in her mind. Sweet, kind, delectable Zack... oh, Heather noticed him some time ago. She stayed away from him out of some obligate respect for Ashley and her friends, because past relationships she had with extended friends had turned out awkward. Heather never spent that much time with Zack, but she knew enough to guess at his bedroom skills. He certainly had be careful and considerate, but probably not without a certain amount of initiative that she would love to nurture. Part of her sorely wanted to give him that experience, caressing his brown locks as he slipped his tongue in her depths, and pulling him close to her as his member would enter. Maybe she still can... how serious was Zack's crush on Vicky...?

With a pop and a groan, Heather's fantasy ended with Kurt's face over hers. She scowled, at Kurt's damned smirk and her aborted climax. Then she felt his long warmth slide on her smooth skin, probing for an opening.

"Oh..." she sighed. "Of course that's not enough for you... I'm surprised you didn't **** my mouth on it first."

"There's still time to change that," he whispered. "Do you want to...? Just think it's Zack's hard cock... and you'll be Chloe for me, how's that?" He shifted his weight, positioning himself for better access. Heather simply allowed him out of sheer horniness, quietly spreading her legs. "Or do you just want to finish it?"