Heather and Kurt get closer

Heather and Kurt hustled to Kurt's room, trying to draw as little attention as possible. Kurt didn't care if the others knew what he was doing, but Heather didn't exactly want to telegraph the fact that she was about to have sex, with her cousin no less.

As soon as the door was closed, however, Heather pawed at Kurt's clothes, tearing them from his body. As his tee-shirt went over his head, her hands landed on his toned, firm chest, and she dragged her fingers down his skin. She felt the ripples of his abs under her fingertips as her hands trailed ever lower.

"So, what sordid, incestuous fantasy would you like to live out, Miss Ravers?" Kurt asked as Heather's fingers reached his jeans and nimbly undid his belt.

"Do we have to roleplay at all? We're already cousins," Heather said, unzipping his jeans and yanking the loosened material down his thighs. "Isn't that incestuous enough for you?"

"I promised roleplay, and I'm a man of my word. Especially when it comes to sex." Kurt kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans when Heather had pushed them all the way down to his feet. "How about some mother son action?"

"Ugh, I already feel like I'm mothering half the people around here." Heather grinned and there was a twinkle in her eye as she grabbed the waistband of Kurt's boxers and pulled them down. His large, fleshy cock came into to view, dangling between his legs.

"Ok, so, brother sister seduction then?" Kurt watched as his cousin took his cock in her hand, weighing it in her palm, playing with the hardening flesh and just plain enjoying the feel of a manly piece of dick.

Heather shrugged at the suggestion, thinking in her head that if they had to do roleplay, that would be the least objectionable. Kurt and Heather were already old enough to past for siblings. As long as she got to keep a hold on the stiff cock in her hand, she didn't much care what Kurt wanted her to be.

"Hm, or how about daddy daughter?" An unexpected shudder ran through Heather's body, all the way from her neck to her pussy and down to her toes. Heather held her breath and waited for the sensation to pass, her grip tightening around Kurt's cock.

"Ah, ah, we have a winner," Kurt gasped. "Does little Heather have a thing for daddy?"

The feeling had almost passed when Kurt said the word 'daddy' and Heather felt another shudder pulse through her body, this one feeling more electric than the last. But, she denied it with a head shake. She didn't have a thing for her father...this was just roleplay.

"You can say no, but your body knows what it wants," Kurt observed, as he placed his hands on Heather's shoulders, gently pushing her into a kneeling position before his cock. "Do you sit at home and think about fucking your daddy? What's his name again? Albert?"

"Robert," Heather corrected him breathily, running her hand along his length, feeling all the ridges and veins of his cock beneath her touch. It was this cock that was getting her so hot, and seeing Brandon and Madison going at it in the back of the car, she told herself. It had nothing to do with the talk about her own father fucking her.

"Do you think about Robert plowing his little girl?" Kurt watched his cousin stroke his dick, her breath becoming more ragged and dijointed the more he spoke. "Do you imagine Robert's dick pumping in and out of his daughters own slopping pussy?"

"N-no, no," Heather insisted as she continued to stroke Kurt's cock, a little faster and harder now. "But...but, I do remember. H-his was the first cock I ever saw."

"Oh, really?" Kurt said, his hips moving along with Heather's hand. "Tell daddy how you saw his cock."

"He was-"

"No," Kurt cut in. "Tell daddy."

Heather looked up, a little confused as to what her cousin meant exactly. But when she saw his arching eyebrows and that dumb, smug smirk, she knew what he wanted.

"You were in the bathroom and I had just come home school. This was a couple of years ago. Anyway, I guess you didn't hear me call out over the shower running because when I ascended the stairs, you were just coming out of the door. You mustn't have thought anyone was home because you were completely naked. I got a full, clear view of your dick." Heather continued to pump her small, warm hand, up and down Kurt's thick, long cock as she regaled him with her memory. "I hid, because I wasn't sure what to do. I was embarrassed to see you like that, and thought you might be mad. So, I hid, and watched you as you walked down the hall, completely naked with your dick out."

"Tell me, what did you think of my cock?" Kurt asked, pretending to be Robert Ravers. "Describe my cock to daddy."

"It was the biggest I've ever seen. And I don't think it was even fully hard." She brought a second hand to his cock, working the head with one and the shaft with another. "I didn't know it at the time, I just thought maybe all cocks looked like that. But, now, I've been around a bit and seen a few more cocks, I can safely say that my daddy's cock is the nicest I've ever seen."

"And what do you want to do now?" Kurt watched as Heather rose up slightly and dribbled saliva down onto his cock. "What do you want to do now that you're seeing daddy's cock again?"

"I-I want to suck it," she admitted, as her two hands lathered up her spit, using the lubrication to stroke his cock faster.

"Yes, tell me what you want," Kurt growled, head tilting back and enjoying the rapid motions of Heather's hands on his slicked up penis. "Say my name."

"Kurt, I-"

He cut her off again, this time with two fingers pressed against her lips and said, "Say my name."

With a nod, Heather indicated that she understood, and Kurt removed his fingers. Then in the sweetest, most heavenly voice she could muster, she asked, "Daddy, can I please suck your cock?"