Going All the Way (Part 1)

Niko laid in his bed that night, alone. Kira had not returned from her night out with Maribeth. He was anxious. He knew his cousin was going to come home horny. She always seemed to be horny.

“She’s probably going to come home drunk and **** me.” He thought to himself while he tried to pretend the thought wasn’t turning him on. He didn’t even manage to fool himself.

Rolling onto his stomach, he began to hump the mattress. He imagined Kira coming home and dominating him. He closed his eyes and saw her barging in, ripping off the sheets and jumping on top of him. His little cock hardened as he thought of her big, superior girl dick pushing up against his hole, her strong hands lifting his ass up to accommodate her. Her huge tits swinging in the air as she thrust for—

The front door clicked shut with a familiar thud, followed by the muffled clatter of Kira kicking off her Doc Martens in the entryway. Her footsteps sounded heavy and uneven across the hallway, the telltale sign that she had been drinking. The knob turned deliberately and the bedroom door swung open. Kira stood in the doorway, her body silhouetted against the hallway light like some predatory goddess, her cropped band tee rumpled and her jeans slung low on her hips. He smelt cigarette smoke and booze, but also something else. Cutting through was the scent of her arousal, a thick musky scent that cut across the room and announced her intentions.

Her eyes locked on to him immediately. She gazed and lusted at Niko in a way that drove him wild. He could sense her desire and lust and he could feel that it was all directed at him. He stared back at her and admired her beauty. Her intense eyes, framed by her slightly smudged green eye shadow, and her slightly tousled auburn hair. She really was stunning, and she wanted him.

He let his eyes wander down and noticed an even more visceral reminder of her arousal. Her cock was already rock hard in her jeans. The outline snaked down her leg and strained the denim to its limits. She was torqued.

A smile crept across her face and she sauntered over to Niko’s bed. "Well, well," she drawled, her voice thick and slurred just enough to make it husky. "Look at you, all tucked in like a good little boy. Waiting up for me, cocksleeve?"

"K-Kira," he managed, his voice cracking like a teenager's. "You're... you're home late. How was—"

"Maribeth?" She finished for him, closing the distance between them with only a few strides. She stumbled when she got to the bed, falling gracefully on top of Niko. She ripped off the sheets and **** herself in between his legs. Niko resisted but was easily overpowered. She held him down and rubbed her cock against his, letting him feel her superiority and size. “I want you so fucking bad right now cuz.” She grabbed his wrists, lifting them above his head and whispered into his ear. “I want you so bad and I know you want it too.”

“Kira no, stop. I don’t want this.”

“You say that, but I know it’s not true. And I see it in you—the way you light up when I take charge. You're not just some victim here. Yeah, it's fucked up. Cousins, cocks, all of it, but I know it turns you on just as much as it does me. Listen, if you really don’t want this, then speak up right now. Despite the fact that I can feel your little erection against my cock or that I can feel your precum wetting your boxers right now, tell me to stop and I’ll get up right now and go to bed. But if you don’t then I won’t hold back, I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Kira loosened her grip but didn’t let go. She looked down at Niko and he could only look away. She paused for a few seconds awaiting an answer, but it never came. A mischievous smile spread across her face and she knew she was going to get what she wanted —what they both wanted.

She let go of his wrists and sat back on her heels, her weight pinning his legs as she fumbled with her belt, the metallic clink echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room. Her jeans hit the floor in a heap, kicked aside with impatience, and there it was—her monster, fully roused now, all eleven inches of veiny, throbbing girlcock standing proud against her belly. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my fucking life. Sure I’ve gotten plenty of great ass over the years, but the way you submit to me just drives me wild Niko. This is going to be one hell of a night.”

Her cock glistened in the low light, the fat, leaking head already drooling precum in thick, pearly strands that dripped onto his boxers. Her balls hung heavy below, swollen and smooth, churning with the promise of another massive load. The scent of her sweat, musk, and that faint, intoxicating tang of her earlier releases filled his lungs, making his head spin.

"Look at her," Kira commanded, her voice dropping to a growl as she gripped the base and slapped it against his thigh—once, twice, the wet thwack making his cock jump in sympathy. I’ve been thinking about you all night. I got more than a couple confused and surprised looks from the fat bulge I was carrying around the club. Maribeth kept yapping about how she'd ruin you next time, but I told her no way. This ass is mine. You are all fucking mine." She hooked her fingers into his boxers and yanked them down, freeing his erection to bob uselessly in the air. It looked pathetic next to hers, a fact she didn't let him forget as she slapped his cock with her erections, the loud thud making it clear that in any contest of manhood or virility, Kira had him beat.

“Oh my god! You’re still wearing the plug. Did you wanna be ready for me so bad?”

“I . . . didn’t know how to take it out.” Niko stammered, still unable to make eye contact with Kira.

“Aww, that’s adorable, and also probably a good thing. You’re still nice and stretched out, which should make this a lot easier.”

“Make what a lot easier?” Niko asked innocently. But he knew what was coming, how could he not.

“You’re so cute when you play dumb, never stop.”

Niko was frozen and speechless. He felt like he should do something to slow things down or even stop them, but he couldn’t. It felt inevitable. He _liked _when she was in control. He _liked _submitting.

Kira's eyes darkened with hunger as she drank in his silence, the unspoken surrender written across his flushed face. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest through her rumpled tee, nipples hard peaks that dragged teasingly against his skin. Her lips hovered over his, breath hot and whiskey-sweet, but she didn't kiss him yet. Instead, she ground her hips forward, trapping their cocks together in a slick slide of flesh, her massive shaft dwarfing his like a conqueror claiming tribute. Niko gasped, his body arching involuntarily, the friction sending sparks racing up his spine. The plug in his ass shifted with the movement, a dull throb that amplified every sensation, reminding him how thoroughly she'd already marked him as hers.

"That's my boy," she murmured, her voice a velvet rumble laced with triumph. "No more fighting it. You're mine to use, mine to break, mine to fill." Her hand trailed down his side, fingers digging into the soft give of his hip before dipping lower. She gripped the base of the plug, twisting it experimentally, drawing a strangled whimper from his throat as it nudged his prostate. "See? Your body's begging for it already. Clenching around this little toy like it can't wait for the real thing."

Niko's mind reeled, a whirlwind of shame and need crashing together. A distant voice whispered in his mind “say stop” the last echo of his old self, the one who'd dreamed of bikini pics vanilla dates. But it was drowned out by the heat pooling in his gut and the way his hole fluttered around the plug, aching for more. He wanted to hate how easily she unraveled him, how her dominance stripped away his defenses until all that remained was raw, **** want. But god, it felt good to let go and to be wanted so fiercely.

Kira pulled the plug free with a slow, deliberate tug, the sudden emptiness making him whine and whimper a high, needy sound that echoed in the quiet room. She tossed it aside carelessly, the wet thud against the nightstand like a punctuation mark on his submission. Cool air kissed his stretched hole, but it was short-lived; her fingers were there next, two thick digits slick with spit, plunging in gently and easily. Niko bucked, his nails scraping her shoulders as she scissored him open, curling just right to graze that electric bundle of nerves around his prostate. "Fuck, you're soaked back here," she groaned, her free hand fisting his hair to yank his head back, exposing his throat. She dove in with affectionate kisses, greedily sucking on his neck as she expertly pleasured his ass.

"Y-yes," he breathed, the admission slipping out before he could catch it. His cock leaked steadily now, untouched and throbbing, painting her belly with sticky trails as she finger-fucked him deeper. Three fingers now, stretching him wide, the pain blending into bliss until he was rocking back onto her hand, chasing the fullness. Kira laughed, low and wicked, withdrawing just to slap his ass hard enough to sting, leaving a red hand print that made him clench around nothing.

"**** little slut," she purred, rising up to kneel between his spread thighs. She grabbed the lube from her discarded jeans and squirted a generous line along her length, stroking herself with lazy pumps that made her shaft gleam obscenely. The head, fat and flushed, nudged his entrance, hot and insistent, and Niko's breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation. "Breathe, cuz. Relax for me.

Hey everyone! I haven't posted in a while, as I haven't written anything in a while. I was feeling inspired tonight and decided to start writing the next chapter of my first and possibly favorite story. I've ended here before getting to the really good part, so I hope this motivates me to continue writing over the coming weeks. Thanks so much for reading!