Curious Cousin

Christie Stevens swung the door wide, beaming at her second cousin Alexis Fawx standing on the porch with a suitcase. The women threw their arms around each other, talking loud and fast, catching up on months apart. Christie led her through the living room and into the guest bedroom, where the double bed took up most of the space. Alexis paused when Christie said they’d have to share it. A long time had passed since she’d slept beside another person, but she nodded. She was the guest. Hours later, Alexis lay still under the sheets. Christie lay beside her, breathing faster. One hand moved under the blanket, rubbing between her own legs while two fingers pressed and worked slowly inside her ass. She slid them in and out, legs spread, trying to keep quiet. Alexis stirred, half-turned, and caught the motion. Her eyes widened. Christie froze, cheeks hot. She pulled her hand back, started to apologize, then spilled the truth in a rush. Alexis looked that good—everyone on their side of the family did—and the sight of her sleeping in the same bed had made Christie lose control. Alexis stared for a moment, processing it. Once the first shock faded, curiosity took over. She asked what Christie had been doing, asked plainly about the fingers in her ass. Christie smiled at the blunt question, then explained it slowly—pressure, warmth, how it felt when done right. Alexis listened, mouth slightly open. The idea made her nervous. Would it hurt? Christie shook her head. Not if you take it slow. She offered to show her, right there, right then. Alexis hesitated. The last date felt like years ago. A careful new touch might help. Still, she admitted she had never even kissed another woman. Christie told her to breathe and let go; they were family. She would take care of her. Christie started gentle. Her mouth and fingers warmed Alexis between the legs until Alexis’s hips lifted off the mattress. When Alexis was slick and open, Christie reached for the small bottle of lube on the nightstand and the smooth toy waiting there. She pressed the tip against Alexis’s tight ring and pushed. Inch by inch, Alexis opened. The stretch burned at first, then melted into something hotter. Every slow thrust made Alexis moan louder. By the time she came, shaking hard around the toy, she knew she would want this feeling again.