Incest/Taboo Big Cousin Obsession

I've been reading stories here on Literotica for a very long time, so when I made up my mind about writing one myself it took ages before I started it, and even longer until I was happy with the end product that was the first part of The English Roomie.

The sheer amount of practice time that gave me combined with the feedback I received was very educational, and I would like to thank everyone who commented whether they were praising or criticizing, since both of those types of comments help me improve.

So now that I, hopefully, have taken a good step forward, I introduce to you Big Cousin Obsession, which with any luck you'll enjoy reading as much as I did writing it.

The alarm clock was Derek's worst enemy. He had bought it when he was 12, and maintained it at his bedside table through the years for reasons he still didn't quite understand. It was supposed to start playing the local radio when the alarm time came, but due to some malfunction it gave a crack before that, which made Derek wake up startled by the noise rather than the music.

He hit snooze once, as per usual, before actually getting up when it erupted again. He didn't stop it immediately because Jamiroquai's "Virtual Insanity" was on. He got himself dressed for work, and made his way to the kitchen, still mumbling along to the lyrics.

'Are you seriously still waking up to that radio station?'

The voice startled him momentarily, but he was becoming used to Sarah doing that when she saw the opportunity.

They used to be in the same class in secondary school, and became friends with ease. She was 5ft1 (and Derek took every opportunity he could to remind her of it...), with bushy dark hair, a curious mix of brown and green in her eyes, and, much to Derek's pleasure, didn't go for the anorexic look, but had a bit of meat in her features. He had had feelings for her for a period of time, but Sarah didn't reciprocate and, after a couple of months of awkwardness, they returned to being their usual selves around each other. That was 8 years ago. Now they were each other's best friend.

'Yes, Sarah, I do enjoy waking up to the best funk that ever existed.'

'Everyday?'

'And you enjoy trying to scare the shit out of me. Everyday. So what's your point?' Derek replied, as he poured milk in a bowl, and grabbed the cereal to follow up.

She stuck her tongue out.

'Very mature.' He replied, before changing the subject. 'Can you make it tonight, or am I going to have to put up with family conversations?'

Derek enjoyed swimming since he was 8 years old, and what at first was something his parents forced him to do, became, after a few years, his favourite hobby in the world. So much so that he started going to the local club's swimming pool everyday when he went to college, and never stopped doing it since then. Every 6 months there was a competition between the swimmers that didn't go pro, and one of those was that night.

'Uh, I still need to ask Kath and Meg if they're going as well, but I'll make it. After all, how could I miss seeing your grandmother again? Remember when I first saw her?'

'I try not to.'

She cleared her throat and made an erringly similar voice to his grandmother.

'Oh hello, honey! Have you seen how strong he's looking with all that swimming? Oh don't shy away, Derek, I was just complimenting you in front of your friend. Your arms really are quite muscled now...'

'And with that, I'm off.' Derek said, swallowing the milk that remained on the bowl, and placing it on the sink.

'Not to mention that Lauren's coming, isn't she?'

'My uncles are coming, so I expect she is.' He replied, noncommittally.

'So I'm expecting the cousins Palmer to ignore everyone else and just talk for the entire dinner after the competition...' she said, smirking.

'Jealous of my cousin, are you... I never thought I'd see the day.' Derek replied, with a laugh.

'Ha, ha. I'm just teasing you. It's kind of cool the way you guys are around each other.'

'Well, we're both only childs. We've basically been treating each other like brothers since she was born.'

'I know, but not completely like brothers.' Sarah seemed to reflect. 'Since you don't have to always live together and share stuff, you basically never fight or argue.'

'Oh, so you're not jealous, you just wish your sister was more like Lauren...'

'I guess.' Sarah laughed.

'Anyway, you're making me late for work. Catch you later.' He said, kissing her on the cheek.

'Laters.' She replied, kissing him on the cheek as well.

Let's go!

Derek was in the changing room at the complex where the swimming pool was, putting on his white swimming cap over his messy brown hair, making sure that it was entirely beneath it. The goggles, though, he just put over his head, since he still had to wait for his turn.

As he walked out, he looked up to the stand, where even in the absence of his contacts, he could tell where "his" crowd was, and waved at them, before going to meet two of the other swimmers he had lessons with. Felix and Amanda were chatting between themselves when he joined.

'I'm so nervous!'

'Why? You always win the girl's competition...' Felix answered her, pretending to be annoyed.

'Without any competition, I might add.' Derek said.

'Well, you never know!' Amanda replied, trying to seem upset at them, but blushing in the process.

'Yes, we do. It's us who should be worried...' To prove his point, Felix lowered his voice slightly and turned to Derek. 'I mean, have you seen that guy, who just left the competition class? Got bored apparently, but he still goes like the fucking devil! I think the best we could is to only go for it near the end, because he...'

They continued analysing the competition, but soon, as they always did since they had started dating, Felix and Amanda started getting all mushy with each other, and it was with a little relief that Derek said:

'Sorry, need to warm up before I go. See ya in a bit.'

He knew they didn't mean anything by it, and he liked the both of them, but sometimes it really got too much for other people around the two of them. He did the warm up and got out just in time for his turn.

It was time for the 25 meter butterfly trial. The pool had 25 meters of width so it was a sprint from one end to the other. He got up onto the block, having stretched for a few seconds and waited. Attention. He grabbed the block with his hand, and shifted his legs into position. And... Hop!

He stretched himself fully, and as he entered the water he started to kick his legs to return to the surface. He hadn't gone too far in, so it was a good jump. As his face broke the surface, his arms had already started the stroke. He got into rhythm. One kick of his legs when he started the arm stroke and another when he finished. He continued for just about 15 seconds or less, when he touched the wall. Derek immediately looked around. Nobody had arrived yet. First.

Get in! He thought as he climbed off, and gave Nat a high-five. Nat was his swimming instructor, and because she was just 35 she had all her students call her by her name, Natasha, rather than teacher or anything formal like that. Derek saw her make the "Loser" sign to the other instructors in mock-arrogance, and couldn't help but laugh as he got quickly congratulated by Amanda and Felix. Wishing them luck for their trials, he went to the changing room and went to greet his "crowd" that had gathered at the entrance on the other side.

'There's the champ!' his dad bellowed.

'Awesome, kid!' his granddad said, visibly proud.

'Thanks, guys!' he said, making a joking bow.

'You're the best, Derek!' he heard, as he got a very tight hug. It was Lauren.

'Thanks, Lara.' He said, a reference to an inside joke they shared. When Lauren was learning to speak she never got her name right, and at first at came out something similar to the Tomb Raider character, and Derek had gotten into the habit of calling her by it.

He hugged her back as well. Derek still hadn't gotten used to seeing her at nearly the same height as him. Being 9 years older, he always had the habit of looking down to her but not anymore. She was thin, not because of starving herself, but just because of her body type. Even as a baby, she never had the chubby look. He could feel her breasts next to him. They were soft and a little smaller than "normal" but they suited her thin figure perfectly. 'You're getting your clothes wet by the way...'

'Shit!' she said, keeping her voice down because of the family presence.

Derek laughed, as he looked at Lauren. Her face was slightly more round than the rest of her body, yet not so much that it looked out of place, her hair being completely straight and brown, with a few patches of blonde appearing as well. Her eyes though were like looking at a mirror, as the brown in Lauren's was a carbon copy of Derek's own.

The rest of the family followed, as well as Sarah and a few other friends. After 5 minutes though he reminded them that he had 2 trials, so he probably should get back to get ready for the remaining one. He was about to re-enter the changing room when he noticed Lauren had stayed behind.

'I know, I know,' she said, jokingly putting her hands up. 'I just wanted to wish you luck.'

'Thanks, I think I'll need it in this one. There's more competition and Felix is in this one as well, so I'm probably not gonna get first...'

Lauren hugged him again, kissing his cheek tenderly.

'Just do your best. I believe in you.'

'You were good.'

'I know.'

Sarah rolled her eyes.

'I didn't mean it like that...' Derek quickly added.

'I know.'

'It's just annoying that I didn't make the podium on that final one.'

'You gave it your best, and nobody was any less proud of you.' Sarah said, looking at him while they were stopped at a traffic light on their way home. When it went green again, she made a grimace. 'And this is the last time I'm driving whilst you're in the same car!'

'I will ask again: if you hate driving, why did you get a license?'

'Because if I didn't we'd be paying a cab.'

'Or I would have had to not drink for thousandth time.'

There was a slight pause.

'Well, me not drinking did have an interesting side effect...' she said, in a tone Derek already knew.

'Yes?' What now?

'I had quite the chat with your cousin.'

'Oh God...'

'Don't worry, we didn't talk about anything too bad, just every dumb thing you've ever done, no biggey!'

Taking advantage that they were in a straight, Derek gave Sarah a playful pinch on her right arm.

'I hate you.'

'You love me. But, on a serious note, she's pretty cool. Kind of mature for her age. I was thinking of inviting her to our vacation plan.'

'What, the week in Portugal?'

'Yeah, if you want to.'

'Okay, just do me a favour and be the one to tell the rest of the guys about it. I really don't want to be the guy who forces a family member along... Please.' Derek asked, looking at her.

'Sure.'

They arrived shortly after, making small talk about the trip preparations, as they entered the apartment. The conversation continued for a bit longer, so they sat on the couch, Derek almost completely lying down, his feet on the small table in front of the couch, and Sarah turned towards him, her legs crossed, and her head resting on the back of the couch.

'... I mean, as long as we all go to the places we want to go in a large group it shouldn't be too expensive...'

'You're probably right, but I'm bringing a little extra, just in case.'

'Good pl...' she raised her head. 'Are you still wearing your medal?'

'My medal!' he growled in a Gollum impression, drawing a laugh from Sarah. 'I'd actually forgotten I still had it on...' He took it off and handed it to her. Sarah admired it for a few seconds, turning it in her hands, before going in a completely different direction.

'Those other two friends of yours are pretty close, huh?'

'Wh...? Oh, yeah. Felix and Amanda. Yes, you can say that again...'

'Have they always been like that?'

'Not when I first met them. It took a while, you know? They became good friends before, and then it just grew to more than that. And only then did they did become the "no one can be around them for long periods of time" couple.'

'Didn't it change, though? They basically started having sex with their best friend... Did something change? In the friendship part...'

Derek looked at her. She was still looking very attentively at the medal. Too attentively. Like she was trying to purposefully avoid his eyes.

'No, I don't think so. I wasn't there in their really private moments, but I didn't see any change between them...' he finally answered after pausing for a moment.

'But they started a relationship. Do you think that if they had just started a casual thing that it would have been fine?'

Feeling his pulse quicken, Derek didn't answer immediately. Sensing a hesitation, Sarah looked up to him. He averted his gaze at once. Smooth, Derek...

'I mean, hypothetically, what do you think would happen between us if we started doing... stuff.' She continued, seemingly pushing Derek from his sudden shyness.

'I think we should be having this conversation when one of us isn't tipsy.'

Derek shuddered as he felt Sarah's lips softly touch his neck.

'How tipsy?' she asked, her warm breath making him melt, as her lips started to nibble at his skin up to his jaw line.

'Enough to be thinking things I want to do to you...' he heard himself say.

'Mmmm...' he felt his entire bone structure shake as her teeth were leaving a few playful bites next to his chin when she purred. 'That's the best kind...'

That was all it took him. He attacked her mouth with his, not bodering to start slowly. They were now lying down on the sofa, Derek's hands grabbing her back possessively. Sarah didn't seem to care. Her legs had straddled him, keeping the beginning of his erection nestling next to her crotch, whilst sucking his tongue inside her mouth.

For a few minutes, they maintained the position, their mouths never leaving each other, their tongues inside each other's mouths. The only developments were the roaming of Derek's hands, first to Sarah's face, then to massage her breasts through the fabric of her dress, and Sarah had started to hump Derek through their clothes.

Suddenly, though, Sarah and Derek began to feel the need for more. Sarah was the first to voice it, using her hands to take Derek's face away from hers long enough to speak.

'Take your pants off, I need you. Now.'

Derek was going to begin pushing up her dress when he was stopped.

'No. Just take my panties off.' Seeing Derek's wounded look, she made clear what her reasoning was. 'No, not like that. I want us to fuck for the first time with everything on, so that it's just... raw, you know?'

Feeling his lust increase even more, knowing that Sarah wanted him to ravage her that way, Derek quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants just slightly below his balls, and instantly remembered something.

'I'm on the pill. Just put in, please, fuck me.' Sarah said, instantly understanding his problem.

Whatever worries he had, vanished instantly, he ripped her panties in his haste, and lifting the dress just enough, he marvelled at the wetness of Sarah's vagina as he plunged in.

It was effortless. She was so horny that it seemed her insides were inviting him to go crazy. Feeling her nails dig into his back, Derek began to move inside her, marvelling at the suction of her pussy. His hands made the journey under her dress, towards her swollen nipples, pinching them as he also cupped the entire breasts together.

Sarah's moans filled the room and knowing that he was responsible for them made him increase the pace, his pleasure heightened to new levels, as his best friend started kissing him furiously once more, their tongues restarting their briefly interrupted dance.

They were fucking now. Well and truly fucking, in the rawest sense of the word. Their crotches seemingly unwilling to stop their furious pace towards one another. Derek couldn't believe how long he was lasting, and was even more surprised when he felt Sarah's nails really cut the skin on his back, her moans turned into screams, and her insides beginning to move. After a few more seconds, he knew for sure an orgasm was rocking her, as her insides seemed to claw at his cock, until finally he felt himself spurt everything he had into her.

His penis seemed to not be willing to soften, so he continued moving, slower now, until he felt himself deflate slightly.

Sarah's legs were still wrapped around his waist, her arms now under her head as she tried to calm her breathing. Derek took the opportunity to give a few pecks at her neck, returning the favour from before.

'Well,' Sarah said breathlessly. 'on one thing your family was right about you, today...'

'Yeah, what?'

'Your stamina really is incredible.' She said, as matter-of-factly.

Her giggles became audible, as Derek gave a nibble at her ear.

PART TWO

The Sun was shining in Lisbon, as Derek drank his morning coffee at the dining area of the hotel they were staying in. They had arrived 3 days before, and were staying for an entire week. Every single location that was recommended for tourists was visited by the 7 of them. Besides Derek himself and Lauren, the trip also included the people he truly did call his friends, in the true meaning of the word: Sarah, Meg, Kath, Jack and Mark.

Mark was the first to come down as well, getting some toast and milk for his breakfast, and joining Derek at his table.

'Morning.'

'Morning.'

'Seriously, they dragged us to 1001 monuments by waking us up at like 6 in the morning, and when we decide to go to the beach they're still happily snoring away at 10...' Mark complained.

'What do you propose empty glasses of water on them?'

'No... Not at first.'

Derek shared a laugh with him, as he continued to eat his sausages.

'Of course, Sarah's probably very tired, don't you think?'

'I'm not sure I follow.'

'Of course you don't... Just remember people aren't completely blind.'

'Noted. See, someone is appearing.' Derek changed the subject, pointing behind Mark.

Lauren was wearing a white shirt and pair tight jeans, which Derek thought that made her look more like a grown up than usual. Even though she'd turned 18 the week before the trip, she had always looked younger than she really was, and today she really did look every day of her age. You're checking out your little cousin, he reminded himself, forcing his eyes to look away.

'Hey, Lauren.' Mark greeted, a little more enthusiastically than usual.

'Hey, guys. Where's everyone else?'

'Hibernating.' Derek replied.

She smiled, and said the girls were all up and getting ready.

'That leaves Kath.' Mark said, getting up.

'What about Kath?' Lauren asked.

'She and Jack have been doing it for the past 3 months. They actually think they're fooling someone... I'll go to our room and see if the lovebirds are there.' He added the final sentence at Derek.

Once he was gone, Lauren spoke.

'Sarah was a bit sleepy this morning.' She said, with a slight edge Derek couldn't figure out on her voice. 'You must be a really good fuck.'

As she went to pick up her breakfast from the buffet table, Derek just stood open-mouthed in his seat.

Derek drove the short 20 minute journey to the beaches of Carcavelos, enjoying being behind the wheel, even if was a 7-seater car. As they got off the car, he stayed behind slightly to make sure no one had left anything inside. As he was following the rest of his friends, he felt his bottom being squished by a small pair of hands and knew instantly who'd also stayed behind.

'Don't grab a gun if you're not going to shoot.' He remarked.

'In a bit. And I'm not the one who's going to do the shooting.' Sarah responded, smirking her way past him.

Their first priority when they reached the sand was to take a dip in the sea, marvelling at the way they could stay in it for nearly an hour without getting uncomfortable. Derek remained there the longest, savouring the feeling, as he hadn't swum in over three weeks. Only Mark's challenge for a volleyball match got him out for a while, before he made his way to his towel to sunbathe.

He didn't exactly know for how long he lay there with his eyes closed, however he did remember the moment he woke up. It was with somebody's water covered body on top of his back, the cold numbing his skin and making him gasp. At first he thought it was Sarah, but the bulges he felt on his back were smaller than Sarah's.

'Lara?'

'Come on, get up, I want to go for a run.' She answered.

'Well, there are nicer ways to do wake someone up.' He complained as he got up.

'Anyone else up for a race?' Lauren asked, ignoring Derek's comment.

'No, thank you. We're normal people.' Jack replied, as he sunbathed.

'Come on.' Derek told Lauren, putting an arm around her shoulders to guide her along to the edge of the water. They decided to go for a jog by the sea, making their way through the various beaches.

He focused on his breathing to keep up. Lauren had been participating in gymnastics competitions since she was 5, so she was no slouch. Swimming, though, was one of the very best sports to gain resistance, so Derek paced himself, not bothering to overtake her, despite Lauren's constant reminders that he was behind a girl. After about 20 minutes, he saw his opportunity and giving himself an extra bit of speed overtook her, staying in front until he saw a nice place to stop.

It was a beach pontoon that stretched a good 50 meters into the sea. Passing by a few fishermen, Derek and Lauren sat next to each other at the far end, their legs on the rocks that stopped the approaching waves. For a while they were in silence, regaining their breaths, until Lauren spoke.

'One of these days I'm going to beat you.'

'You're in shape. It's just a matter of pacing yourself better.' Derek replied, raising himself on his elbows. 'You're too hard on yourself at the start.'

'I want to be in the front, it makes me feel in control.'

'What's the use of feeling in control if you're not? I let you feel in control, while being the one who actually had it. Sometimes it's best to hang back and wait your turn to pounce.'

Unnoticed by Derek, who was watching the waves, Lauren had a sly smile on her face.

'You may have a point...' she simply said.

Speaking of which... she thought, not actually saying it aloud.

'Are you and Sarah actually going to do something or what?'

Derek didn't bother to deny it.

'I don't know... I don't think she does either...'

'Well, the mystery is part of the charm in these things, no?' when he gave a slight puff, she pushed on. 'What is it? Come on you can talk to me...'

He seemed to wrestle with the idea for a few seconds, before straightening himself and crossing his legs, apparently having made his mind up.

'When I was 16, I sort of did something dumb with Sarah...'

'Oh, is this the story of how you told her that you were into her?' interrupted Lauren, not able to contain herself. 'Sorry...' She instantly said.

'How did...? Sarah?'

'Yeah, she kind of told me. But she said she thinks it's really cute!'

'Oh yes, nothing's cutter than me telling someone I like them by almost making it look like a marriage proposal...' he said ironically.

'I thought it was pretty sweet.' Lauren told him sincerely.

'Yeah, well... She said no, and it was awkward for a bit, but we've forgotten about it and moved on. We started... this a few months ago. We basically agreed it was just a fling thing...'

'But you want more. You love her.' She said, again with the some strange tone she'd used before, that day. Her tone was back to normal when she continued. 'You were hoping she'd feel the same way back.'

'On some level, I guess... I mean, look at me. I have a free pass for the body of the woman I love, and yet I'm complaining away. It's just...' he seemed hesitant, but he looked Lauren in the eyes when he said. 'I can do casual. Just not with her.'

Lauren put her hand on his face, not in a sexual way, but a mere closeness to relax Derek. He closed his eyes momentarily, and exhaled deeply, before reopening them.

'Do you want my advice?'

'No, I just like bothering you with my problems to make you miserable...' he said, making a smirk to which Lauren responded with a frump. 'Go ahead.'

'Talk to her. You're having sex, and feeling miserable about it afterwards: I think there's a law against that!' Derek laughed at that. 'You deserve to be with someone who loves you back. Even if you love her, it means nothing if she doesn't love you. Talk with her. For better or worse, you'll know.'

Derek changed his position, lying down with his head resting on her crossed legs, and closed his eyes.

'Sometimes I forget how grown up you are...' He patted her jokingly on the head. 'I'm just so proud.' He added, pretending to be keeping tears away.

'Ha, ha. Bite me.'

'Love you too, Lara.'

Around 5 pm they arrived at the hotel again, to take a shower and relax, before having dinner. Afterwards, they would go back to the same beach, as they'd discovered a nice beachside place they could go clubbing to.

Meg, Kath and Lauren had made their way upstairs to shower and had returned to the hotel's little park, where the boys and Sarah sat talking. Sarah went upstairs to take a bath as well, and after a few minutes Lauren told Derek she'd forgotten her watch upstairs and asked him if she could get it for her.

As he closed the door of the room Lauren and Sarah were sharing behind him, a pair of hands closed his eyes.

'Keep them closed.' He heard Sarah whisper.

'Are you crazy?'

'Shhh...'

He heard the door lock click behind him, and decided to do what she'd said. Feeling something cover his eyes, Derek took just a few moments to realise. It's one of her bras. He felt himself grow a little with the situation. Then the knot in his shorts started being fiddled with.

'Sarah, I sweated like a pig from the run, and then swam in salty water...'

'Let me worry about that.'

He felt his trunks go down, and instantly her mouth was on his entire still soft cock.

Derek hissed. Sarah held nothing back and whilst always keeping her lips sealed on his penis, worked absolute wonders with her tongue. It just never stopped moving. He felt it, at the hole of his cock, then at the very base of his shaft, then drawing constant and fast circles around the tip of his manhood. In no time he began to harden enough to hit the back of Sarah's throat.

As soon as it happened Sarah released him, making Derek feel his member colder in the hotel room air than it had been inside Sarah's warm and moist mouth. He also felt her saliva slowly dripping from his rock hard dick. A sudden suction to his right testicle let him know that she had now focused her attentions lower.

Making sure that her suction wasn't too hard to hurt him but hard enough for him to feel it, she vacuumed his scrotum into her mouth, using her tongue to move the testicle inside it in the most deliciously pleasurable way possible. Derek suddenly realised that he was moaning seriously loud.

His left nut got the same treatment afterwards before Sarah engulfed his cock in her mouth again, returning it to the warmth. Derek was amazed at how much he was feeling with his eyes blind folded, his other senses heightened to provide with the ultimate blowjob pleasure.

Sarah just went crazy with it, as she started bobbing up and down at speed, Derek felling the head of his cock just grazing the back of her throat rhythmically. Already fired up from the treatment she'd given his bollocks, Derek took no time to be on the verge of unleashing. He realised, as he felt himself explode, that he had failed to warn her.

She made a slight gagging sound, but swallowed the majority of his sperm. A few final licks were placed on his tip, until he hissed from being too sensitive post-orgasm. Still blinded, he relied on his hearing to notice she got up to his height (or as close to it as she could manage...).

The bra was removed and he opened his eyes. Sarah's hair was slightly out of place, but the most noticeable bit was that she had cum going from the corner of her mouth to her chin, from where there were two or three drops dripping through her neck.

'Sorry, you got me a little excited to remember to tell you...' he said apologetically.

'Am I that distracting?' she purred. 'How are you going to make it up?'

Lowering himself slightly, Derek placed his lips next to her collar bone, before using his tongue to slowly go up, gathering his cum as he did until he reached her chin. After giving it a playful bite he made his tongue continuing its progress along to her lips, forcing them to part and give way to it. Sarah then made a circle with her lips, encircling his tongue and going up and down on it, as she had been doing just seconds before on his cock.

'You've made a good start, but it's still not completely even...' she said when they parted their mouths for a few seconds.

'Oh, but we are only just beginning.' He replied, as he resumed kissing her. Putting his arms under her buttocks, he lifted her, feeling her legs instantly wrap around his hips and her arms encircle his neck. He carried her towards her bed, lowering her onto it before making her lie down.

'Close your eyes.'

When she did, he placed the bra over her eyes in the same way she'd done to him. Derek noticed her smirking.

'Whatever shall you do to me?' Sarah asked, seductively.

'I guess we'll find out...' Derek whispered back.

Her clothes were still on, but he decided to let the panties of her swimsuit on. He made his way to the other side of the bed, taking his shirt off in the process, making him naked at last, and took away Sarah's t-shirt and the top of her swimsuit. Derek couldn't stop staring at her breasts, marvelling at the sheer size and roundness of them.

That said, he decided to go slowly. He began by massaging the area around her shoulders and neck, deliberately ignoring her breasts. It didn't take long before she became impatient, and when that happened Derek almost innocently passed his palms through her boobs, not stopping but continuing to her belly and then the sides.

Sarah's disappointed sigh escaped her lips, and Derek decided to stop teasing her. He grabbed each boob by the handful, closing his hands. Moving his fingers around, he touched every millimetre of her gorgeous mounts before capturing a nipple between his fingers.

Moans filled the room, as Derek began to gently suck on them, making as much suction as he could for about 10 seconds before giving them a bite. He let go of the nipple long enough for Sarah to feel the cold of the room on her hot erect nipple before he used his thumb and index finger to twist it deliciously, an acute hissing sound escaping her lips.

He couldn't tell how long he kept doing it, randomly picking one of her breasts, making it impossible for her to even expect or prepare for the pain. After a while though, he heard her voice, a mixture of lust, frustration and eagerness.

'Derek, please...' Sarah begged.

'Please, what?' Derek asked, continuing to twist her left nipple.

Even though she was blindfolded, his weight on the bed and the angle from which he was teasing her gave away where he was. Almost as if she hadn't had anything covering her eyes, she grabbed his face with both hands, bringing his ear right to her mouth, liking it seductively before whispering without any trace of pleading in her voice.

'Derek, I need your big cock on my body, stretching me until I can't take any more of it inside me, you on top of me fucking without holding back.'

To reinforce the point Sarah bit his earlobe in the most delicious way that was humanly possible.

'Yes, ma'am,' was his out of breath reply.

Once again moving to the other side of the bed, Derek hurriedly removed the bottom of Sarah's swimsuit from her. He thought of tasting her pussy, but the slight sting of her bite on his earlobe and the sheer wetness of her slit was enough to convince him to do as she said.

He sank his knees on the mattress, positioned between her legs which instantly went to their usual position: wrapped around his hips. He'd come to love this aspect of making love to her. How it transmitted her eagerness to have his meat inside her, the possessiveness towards him, and it made him feel like her body was his to do as he pleased while they were doing it.

Feeling like it was pretty much impossible to be any harder than he already was, Derek used his hand to direct his penis, first nestling it between her pussy lips, watching it tear its way through them, exposing her wet hole and feeling it become slippery, then using that very same slipperiness to circle around her clit. His reward were Sarah's loud whimpering noises, her empty hands caressing the same nipples Derek had just had in his mouth, hands and fingers.

Almost cumming at the sight, he placed the head of his cock at her entrance, slowly but firmly entering her, the familiar suction of her pussy gripping like an old friend. He didn't waste any time, and started to pump away. It was heaven, his cock tearing through her at rapid pace searching for the sweet nectar that was pouring from within her.

To Derek's surprise, he felt the walls of her hole closing around him, spasming like electricity was running through them, his balls feeling completely soaked from the squirt Sarah had managed to produce. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, as the vision of her squeezing her nipples from her breasts did the job for Derek. He came violently whatever amounts of seed his balls had managed to produce in just a few minutes.

Falling on top of her, Derek felt completely content, his dick still at the exact same size within Sarah, her rock hard nipples poking at the skin of his chest, her legs firmly holding him in place, her face flushed, and their breaths fast and furious.

'I don't ever want you to stop fucking me!' Sarah shouted, unexpectedly, making Derek give a slight jolt, which made her laugh out loud, which in turn made him do the same.

Each of them went to his room to shower, Derek feeling even stickier than he had when he left the beach. He had suggested them showering together, but Sarah had told him it was too risky since his cousin could come back in any second. His cousin pretty much knew all about it, and everyone else they cared about suspected, but Derek didn't feel like starting a dumb argument after what had happened.

As he was showering in his room, though, he decided that the potential argument he could be having would be worth making certain things clear for himself.

As he was about to knock, Lauren opened the door. They both laughed at the fright they gave each other.

'Sorry, it's just that you came up here to get my watch and never came back. I'll cover you and say you fell asleep in your room.'

Again with that fucking voice! She used her weird tone on the last sentence. What was up with her?

Shrugging, Derek entered through the open door, closing it behind him, and looking for Sarah.

He stopped just next to the door to her bedroom. Sarah was getting ready for dinner, her panties the only clothing on her. Still oblivious to not being alone she continued to dress herself, facing a mirror where Derek could see her entire body except her face and not be seen by her. Not that he needed to see her face. He knew it by heart.

Her hair was a bushy dark colour, curling weirdly in the cutest way he'd ever imagined possible, even though she often complained about it. The beautiful mixture of brown and green in her eyes, the tiny nose, the plum lips that were most beautiful when she smiled the special smile she reserved to her closest friends , which Derek had come to adore to see. She was... Sarah. The woman he loved. The woman who he'd been making love to the past few months.

Glancing at the door and then a final time at Sarah, who was putting her bra on, Derek silently made his way out of the room, all thoughts of the conversation he planed vanished.

The night club they decided to go to was amazingly cool. It was on the same beach Derek and Lauren had had their run on, and it wasn't actually indoors, simply having a roof held up by a couple of supports but no walls. That meant they had a clear view of the sea by night, which was actually calmer than usual.

Every single song that was played was pretty good by Derek's standards, not just the usual mix of noise that the mainstream clubs liked passing around. So good in fact that Derek didn't mind getting dragged off by Lauren to dance for quite a while, her cheerful company lighting him up.

Eventually the songs became less appealing and they made their way back towards the rest of their group, which were sat around a bed-like sitting area which had its back towards the beach. Most of them were there, just the usual suspects missing (Kath and Jack), still on the dance floor. Derek sat next to Sarah and Mark, chatting away.

When the music went to one of his favourite singers, Derek couldn't help himself and whispered into Sarah's ear.

'Shall we dance, milady?' he asked with an exaggerated accent.

'Derek...' her response had a slightly reproachful tone to it.

'What is it?

'Are you crazy? Do you want to put a sign saying we're together?'

'And that would be bad, because...?' Derek surprised himself with the harshness of his own tone.

Sarah looked at him warily before speaking.

'Mark, I love this song, would you mind dancing with me for a bit?'

Poor Mark had been looking anywhere but them during their discussion, trying to keep himself away from what he immediately understood to be an intimate discussion, but now he'd been brought in unaware. He shot a few questioning glances at Derek before replying.

'Hmm, yeah... Sure, Sarah.'

As they left, Mark looked once more to Derek, who made a point of maintaining a neutral face, looking at Sarah to make sure his friend knew it wasn't him he was upset with.

Drinking the rest of Sarah's vacated drink, he waited until Meg went to get a drink for herself and Lauren, before approaching his cousin.

'Do you mind doing me a favour, Lara?' he asked with his eyes still locked on Sarah dancing.

Sitting in the cold sand, Derek had his back turned towards the club, looking directly in front to the waves, feeling almost hypnotised by them, their constant flow strangely calming. Because of this he didn't notice Sarah approaching, until she was sitting next to him.

For a while they stood in silence, but Derek knew Sarah would break it eventually. He was the quiet one, whilst she couldn't remain silent for too long.

'Okay, you can't really be upset about that, it was just a slight tease... I mean,... look I'm sorry if I didn't dance with you, but you keep behaving as though we're a couple, and I...'​