Curious Cousin

Christie Stevens swings the door open and pulls her second cousin Alexis Fawx into a hug that lasts too long. They gab like high-schoolers while Christie gives the grand tour, finally stopping at the guest room where the bed is the only one free. Alexis hesitates—hasn’t shared sheets with anyone since her last guy—but she’s crashing there, so she shrugs and agrees. Hours later Alexis is half-asleep when she hears wet, rhythmic fingering. She cracks one eye open and finds Christie flat on her back beside her, legs spread, one finger sunk knuckle-deep in her own ass. Alexis shoots upright. “The fuck?” Christie yanks her hand back, face burning. “Shit, sorry! You’re just… you’re smoking hot. The whole damn bloodline is. I lost control, all right?” Alexis stares, then licks her lips and mutters, “So what were you actually doing in there?” Christie laughs—low, dirty—and says she’s training her ass. Alexis keeps asking, voice tight, eyes wide. “Doesn’t it hurt?” “Not when you do it right,” Christie fires back. “Want a lesson?” Alexis swallows, thinks of her dry streak and the lube already glistening on Christie’s fingers. “Fine. But I’ve never kissed a girl.” Christie grins. “Relax, cuz. Family perks. I’ll take care of you.” Minutes later Alexis is on her back, knees by her ears, Christie’s tongue circling her clit while two lubed fingers ease into her virgin hole. After she’s dripping and panting, Christie grabs a sleek dildo, lines it up, and pushes in nice and slow. Alexis gasps, then moans, back arching, hole clenching and swallowing the toy like it was made for it. Every thrust turns her louder, needier, and by the time she comes she’s already wondering how soon she can do it again.