Heather goes to give Gavin the news and gets a surprise

Heather carried her bag into her new room and stopped in surprise. Gavin was still sleeping but the sheets had pulled away and his mast stood at full attention. Heather couldn't take her eyes of it and in her mind she began to see images of Victoria riding Gavin. The image then morphed into her riding Gavin. Heather could feel herself beginning to get moist and shook herself. "I need to get laid."

"Wuzzat?" Gavin groaned groggily from the bed.

Heather tossed a blanket over him before he could wake up and realize their situation. "Great news Gavin. Victoria convinced me to swap rooms with you. Pack up your stuff."

Gavin blinked a few times trying to process what Heather had told him. Finally it sank in and he hopped out of bed in excitement. "Really! Thank you, Heather." He was shaking Heather's hand before he realized the state of his dress. "Uh..."

Heather let out a genuine laugh and smacked Gavin on his ass for good measure. "Quit showing me the goods and get your ass over to Vicky!"

"R-right," Gavin stammered and quickly set about dressing and then collecting his stuff.

Once Gavin was out of the room, Heather flopped down on the bed he'd vacated. She was frustratingly horny. Gavin's cock hadn't helped her situation any. All it had served to do was make her envious of Victoria. Kurt was right. Everyone was getting some except them. As if speaking the devil's name summoned him, Kurt walked in. He eyed his cousin lying on Gavin's bed and eyed the state of the sheets.

"Hell Heather, did you **** the poor lad."

"Fuck you, Kurt. If you must know, this was Gavin and Vicky's work. Not mine. And now Vicky has convinced me to swap rooms with Gavin."

Kurt laughed. "You probably just wanted more time with me."

Heather hopped off the bed and stood in front of her cousin. "What's wrong with you, Kurt. I'm your cousin and yet you want to have sex with me."

"It's just sex, Heather." Kurt shrugged. "Anyone would want to have sex with you. You're hot and you know it. The real question is, do you know what YOU want?"

"What do you mean?" Heather glared at Kurt and crossed her arms.

"I mean you want sex. Admit it. You liked what we did in the woods. Hell, I bet the taboo nature of it made it even hotter for you. I know it did for me."

Heather shifted her feet. "Maybe it did. But it was wrong?"

"Why?" Kurt stepped around his cousin and flopped onto his own bed. He kicked off his shoes lay back. "Sex is sex. If two people make each other feel good, why shouldn't they?"

Heather remembered the feel of Kurt's cock in her hand and how sexy it had felt when he told her what to do. "You'd really fuck your own cousin?"

Kurt sat up. He saw a spark in Heather's eye and knew he'd won her over. "I'd definitely fuck my cousin. But right now, I'm going to fuck my slut."

Before Heather knew what was happening, Kurt has his arms wrapped around her and his lips pressed to her. She meekly struggled for a second before finally giving up. Kurt's rough treatment had broken through her last wall. She needed a cock and she was going to get one. When Kurt finally let her go, they were both breathless.

"Strip for me, slut." Kurt ordered.

Heather felt her pussy shudder at the command. She began to sway and slowly stripped off her clothes. Kurt followed suit and then sat back on his bed to watch her. As she danced, Heather got more turned on. She could feel Kurt's eyes lusting after her. Drinking in her body. He was right, AGAIN. This was sex and she was going to enjoy it.

Kurt recognized the look in Heather's eyes. He'd seen it in some girls. They liked to be commanded. We'll he was good at giving commands. "Stop!" Heather froze in her dancing. "Turn around. I want to see your sweet ass." Heather could feel juice leaking down her leg as she obeyed Kurt's command. She turned around and bent over, putting her hands on the other bed. Kurt walked up behind her and ran his hands along her legs up to her ass. She shuddered at his touch. "Tell me what you want, slut."

"I want you to fuck me," Heather whispered.

"What was that?" Kurt slapped Heather's ass.

"I want you to fuck me," Heather spoke louder.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" Kurt grinned and positioned himself at Heather's entrance.

Heather's voice went sultry just like in the woods. "I want my cousin to fuck my slutty little hole."

Kurt smiled and sank into Heather. She gasped and came almost immediately, falling forward onto the bed.

"Damn Heather," Kurt shifted so he could stay inside her and started to thrust. "You are a slut. I've barely started and you've already cum."

All Heather could do was moan into the sheets. Kurt had her pinned against the mattress and he thrust in and out of her as hard as he could. She began to gasp at each thrust and realized she could still smell the scent of sex from Gavin and Victoria having used the bed earlier. Somehow that made it even better. She was a dirty slut, ready to fuck with anyone, even her own cousin. Another orgasm went through her and Kurt continued to pound away. Finally she felt him slow. Confused as to why he was stopping she turned around.

"On your knees!" Kurt ordered. Heather immediately obeyed as Kurt jerked his cock. Within a few seconds, his cum came spurting out. It hit her in the face and dribbled down onto her breasts. Shocked at her own body, Heather came a fourth time. She leaned back against the bed in bliss. She was a mess. Covered in her own cousin's cum and a puddle of pussy juice leaking under her. She loved it.