The Slut Mæster

Both of the car doors were slammed shut and locked from a slight distance, two shadows walking away into the darkness. Complete silence, if not for the sound of fabric rubbing against the backseat, as the girl fixed herself slightly to stretch her arms. The way her t-shirt grabbed her breasts and nipples made it clear that she wore no bra underneath; as big, bouncy and young as they were, her breasts made for the greatest of distractions. “Wanna hear some music?” the boy at the passenger seat asked after a few seconds, turning around to make himself a bit more comfortable.

Although Erin was Mike's older cousin, he still couldn't help copping a few stares at her shapely body. She was indeed not only a very attractive girl, but a very sultry one at that. Her blonde hair resting on her torso accentuated how curvaceous were her big breasts. It wasn't weird, by the way, that she didn't wear a bra, as they were having a family trip and they saw no issue with girls going a bit more comfortable. The cousin gave a rusty groan while finishing her stretch. “Nah, I prefer the silence,” she told. Her voice was juvenile, although Erin was already in her twenties. That was a good description of her personality too: juvenile, encased in adolescence. “Why, uhm? You think we can't think of something interesting to talk while they are gone?” The way she smiled and moved, sleazy, lazy. He was afraid she had one too many beers that night.

Mike laughed shortly at her reply. “That's not it... I mean, it kind of is too!” he admitted. “I don't have any ideas. I'm a bit too tired, that's all. You have anything in mind for us to talk about?”

“Do I?” the girl's answer was almost instantaneous, spoken like a challenge with an open and impish grin. She slid herself closer to the middle seat, in the process, getting closer to Mike. “Let me sit near you. It doesn't even feel like we're cousins talking, you know?” Her clothed knees slipped against one of his, as he was sitting to his side now, legs almost over the driver seat. “There. So!” The way Erin eyed him from there, the way she constantly smiled... there was something going on inside her head. The cousin was confused, but she was not. “You barely took a sip of your beer the entire trip, my sister was getting a little pissed at you. I noticed it.”

“Oh, yeah, I don't drink much,” was the boy's response while scratching his short dark hair at her comment. The way Mike's skin tone distinguished itself from the color of his hair was astounding. Although Erin had more of a golden glimmer, he was as pale as milk. “I hope she isn't angry, I never said I drink.”

“You kind of did when we stopped at the 7-Eleven,” argued Erin, not in an attempt to start a debate, as she giggled along with it. “Ella bought a couple of additional beers thinking you were up for the task.” She shrugged, gave a subtle negative nod, and spoke out with the voice a tad bit embroiled: “Look, I'm not complaining, okay? At least I got to drink more than I would without you here.”

“Honestly, you seem to drink a lot.” That made Mike rather worried. Erin, her sister and their mother were very much into getting crazy for their trips. As one would imagine, it was kind of a tradition for them to drink their minds out during trips. Lucky or unlucky him, that got invited to go to that one. “I'm glad you're not the one driving.”

The laugh that followed those words was noiseless, and Erin's eyelids tightened as she leaned forward and rested her hand on his shoulder. Her cousin's response was a simple and brief “ha”, and his eyes couldn't help but notice the way her bust shook with her entire body, and the earthquake it caused on her shirt while she leaned forward with them in such way. Unbeknown to Mike was that the young woman caught a few glimpses of his crotch, looking for a bulge. That was Erin's challenge, not for him, but for herself. She wanted to cause at least a stubborn chub.

“No way, I drive so badly sober I'd probably do better when I'm drunk! Ouch, that hurt my head...” she held her hair with one of her hands and relaxed back over the seat, a dumb smile still stamped on her face. “You know, sometimes you sound like you never even had sex your entire life.”

He stammered subtly, brow lowered in confusion: “W-what do you mean?”

“‘Huh, I'm not a drinker!’ Or stuff like... ‘hurr, Ella's dress is too short,’” she said with a caricature of Mike's voice, shaking her hands up and down as she did silly eyes. “‘Uhm, you seem to drink a lot, Erin!’” this the girl spoke while bobbing to the opposite side, only to come back to normal later. “Right? That's kind of like you!”

“Alright, I don't sound anywhere close to that,” Mike was rather displeased, maybe a bit humiliated. Socially speaking, Erin dominated him despite his toned, much taller body. There was nothing he could do, that's how he was raised. He tried to hide his shame. “And I know how all that can sound a bit ridiculous. My parents are a long shot from your mom...”

Erin pouted her lips in a duck face and proceeded to pinch his cheek softly, slowly. “Oh, come on, big boy! Don't make that face,” she took advantage of him, yet the cousin avoided her fingers to the side, a smirk showing from the corner of his lip and red painting his expression. “You're a cutie. Just, look, you're on a trip, you gotta have fun! You're not young forever, you should do it before you're as old and frustrated as my mom.”

“Frustrated? Well, I don't know, your mom is very pretty,” Mike remarked while trying to brush off the heat building inside his stomach. Getting that kind of attention from a woman so beautiful — no matter if his cousin — wasn't expected. “I don't see why she'd be frustrated. She could definitely find a boyfriend her age.”

“Never, ever, ever suggest that to her!” she commanded pointing her finger and raising her eyebrows. “Like, really, that would be hell. But, hey, tell me something...” Erin pulled the open hoodie and posed ironically for her cousin. “What about your cousin, is she very pretty too? Did I inherit the genes well?”

Mike raised his eyes at that, yet he wasn't sure if he should've been sincere or not. She seemed a bit too flirty because of the alcohol, but she might not react well nonetheless. She might think it was creepy. He went for it: “Huuuh... yeah! You're very pretty.”

“Hm, okay. That's nice to hear,” the more sensual tone seemed to amplify her sex appeal that way. “So, what about my body? Do you think your cousin is hot?”

Now that was fucking creepy, he thought. “Haah--... I mean, what?” the young man laughed silently in disbelief, trying to make sure Erin was still only playing.

“You can say it. I won't tell anyone, I swear,” the girl's sensual tone lost all sense of irony. It seemed she was serious after all.

“Look...” Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it. “I-I'd say... you have a very nice body.” Fuck! “But that's a weird ques--...”

Suddenly, a huge slap to his crotch. Gratuitous; it wasn't strong, as Erin didn't want to hurt him, but you won't need much to make a guy in skinny jeans squirm, and she knew that fully. She had a malicious look now, a living and breathing double entendre — even worse for Mike, now she knew her younger cousin was attracted to her. “You bore!” the girl exclaimed and laughed. “‘A nice body’? Say that like a man!”

“What the hell, Erin!? Jesus...” his expression of pain seemed to amuse her, and the way he locked his legs together too. There was some kind of fucked up pleasure that girl received from exercising her power over men in such ways, she could barely explain it. As soon as Mike was to reveal his crotch again, she'd know if she was having the effect she wanted. That slap was going to be a marvelous start.

“Come on, say it. It's either a ‘no’...” She got closer for the next part. Not screamingly close, but it was noticeable from his position. “Or an ‘I'd totally bang you, Erin.’ Say it.”

The way she ordered him hammered his brain into some form of delicious submission. But Mike couldn't do it; he couldn't stop thinking about the taboo, about the problems, about the possibility of getting caught, the possible consequences of getting caught. “Aunt and Ella could come back any minute, Erin. Ugh... you shouldn't do those things!”

“Aaah, fine, you're gonna make this hard for me!” Erin grumbled as she slid back and suddenly raised her legs to pull down her tights and pink panties all at once, no words to it. She sat once more, raised her t-shirt and gave him a view. Those golden curves, from the vase formed between her vulva and thighs, up to her itty-bitty belly, some Japanese inscription maculating a spot to the side of her navel... he wasn't sure whether to be amazed or scared. “Which direction would you swipe now, hm?”

“Erin, I'm telling you, you're gonna get us in trouble!” he blabbered on and on about that. His eyes were still petrified towards the curves, then up to her sexy face, then down to her barely hidden sex.

She bit her lip and raised her arms to give him an even better outline of her breasts. No way, no-one could resist that. His cock wasn't fully erect before, but after that, it hit the ceiling as hard as it could. He tried to hide it and hoped that no-one would come back, as if it were going to change anything. Ella would be able to see him hiding the tent from the driver seat if Erin teased him the whole way through. “Why are you acting like such a prude?” she genuinely asked him in an inviting low timbre. The sad bunny face followed, however, Mike knew what waited behind that obvious mask: “Am I really not hot enough for you?”

He denied it with his head, and instantaneously her expression changed back to the previous smile. “You're shitfaced, you don't have a grip on what you're doing,” Mike mumbled, looking from the windshield to be sure no-one was coming.

“Stop looking forward, they won’t be back any time soon. Show me your crotch,” she ordered. “No, no,” was his low reply, to which she reinforced: “Mike, turn around and show me your fucking crotch right now.” He stared deeply at her, desperate for her body, but too prudish to give in. What a state. “TURN AROUND!” The girl screamed, and he was glad they were alone then. Such a sudden and unexplainable explosion! Erin reached for his crotch with her hand, not caring if she grabbed ball or cock, and tightened her grip absurdly to shut him up and control his body. A growl escaped her mouth and she pulled him. “Turn... around...”

She had felt it already, he was hard as a rock. Crazy for her, though he wouldn't tell. That beautiful outline of his imprisoned dick made her lick her drying lips after she let go. Mike sat there, ashamed, sometimes still making sure Ella and his aunt weren't coming. “There... you're hot, okay? Put your pants on now, please!”

“No, you're too boring to make the decisions in this car,” Erin counter-attacked, still admiring what he had in between his legs. She didn't stop smiling now, a much more perverted drunken smile. “I don't know if it was the booze or your thick bulge, I'm wet. Wanna feel it?”

That was crossing the line. “N-no?”

“Say yes,” was her suggestion. He didn't want to be violated anymore.

“Yes, yes!” soon the boy rectified himself.

“Yes, you want to feel how incest pussy feels like,” she continued to tease him. “Say it.”

“I... yes, I want to feel how incest pussy feels like, Erin.” There was no reason to fight it at that point. He was already broken for her anyway, he might as well enjoy it while he could.

“Go ahead,” Erin widened her legs even more, and then held his left wrist softly to direct him towards her pussy. A bit darker than the rest of the skin, glazed in a patch of love sweat, the swollen meat protruding out to cushion his fingers. “Shove it in.”

“Oh, Erin, we're fucking screwed...” her cousin murmured like a true wimp. However, when he felt the tip of his finger hook her tight hole, and then slide in; when he felt her labia comfort his knuckles with so much love; when he heard her tiny little moan, his masculinity started to take over. The adrenaline too turned Mike into a bit more of an animal, so he shifted around the edge of the passenger seat due to the pain of his raging boner.

“Shut up,” was what she whispered back. “Can you feel how wet I am? Do you think it was your nice bulge that caused it?”

He looked up into her eyes. The way she stared down at their flesh touching and at her lips folding in with half of his pale finger penetrating her, it was absolutely alluring and naughty. He found himself addicted to Erin's expression of physical indulgence. “I hope it was.” A click of moisture echoed when Mike moved his finger inside Erin's absurd tightness. He spoke like he never fucked, she felt like she never fucked.

“Hnngh... put it in deeper.” That he did, the entire finger in, carving its way inside her walls and massaging her insides. “Ah! Yeah, that's what you do,” she moaned as she stared up to meet his eyes. She knew she'd have to take the reins herself, so she moved closer and melted her lips onto his. Their kiss was sloppy, both because Erin was drunk and because her cousin was what most people would call a bad kisser. But why would she mind? Erin hungrily feasted on his passionate licks and swirls, and sucked on his tongue to tease him even more. What mattered was his genuine expression. Besides, the spit covering their mouths seemed to make her twat drool just as much. “Look, if you help me out, Mike...” her hand found its way over his bulge once more. The young woman fumbled with his jeans until she found the extremity, the most humid spot, the bulbous head of his meat. “I will help you out too.”

There was no pause for Mike, not with his beautiful cousin caressing him that way. He immediately unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers to let his oozing cock jump out, presenting itself in a hardened curve, ready for use. Smooth, shaven, only a single thick vein cutting along the lower middle. It was uncut, the pink flesh of the head being divided by the ivory foreskin he peeled back slowly. When Erin's hand held it to jack him off, it felt like a whole world fell off of his shoulders. Her soft skin and her experienced touches gave him a taste of heaven.

In that way, although the boy had hooked her by the pussy, she had him by his fuck pole, nothing he could do. In the case of the other two coming back in the middle of that scene, they'd only stop under her jurisdiction. It was clear that Erin didn't feel like stopping until they both orgasmed. “Erin, you're so good at this...” he sighed out. Now she grabbed him a little tighter, index and thumb making a ring to paint his extent in manly juices. The scents of her cunt with his prick mixed in the air. That had to be of notice when Ella and her mother came back.

“I know. Oh, fuck, your cock is actually pretty hot,” the girl moaned, lacking any inhibitions at that point. She wanted to talk dirty, she wanted Mike to feel every hit of the taboo. “Hmmm... look at it, it's juicy, glistening with your pre. I always wondered what incest cock felt like too.” Here and there it was still of notice that Erin was definitely drunk, especially when she went over her own words or lost track of her rhythm. But her hand? It moved smoothly up and down to pump his dick nonstop. With the palm of her other hand, she felt his balls, almost tickled them in a way, so as to make the pleasure more overwhelming. With a breathy and sexy giggle the cousin followed: “And those full balls, right?”

In comparison to her abilities, Mike's finger banging technique didn't come anywhere close. Erin didn't seem to mind, she was just glad she got to break and pretty much dominate him. Moreover, feeling his cock in her hands, smelling his sensual odor tainting the air, watching his body squirm and his face twist, that made her horny enough. There was a certain charm in the inexperience Mike demonstrated in comparison to her slutty ways. “If you keep jerking like that... ooh... and talking like that, I might cum in a few seconds,” he warned her. His tightening eyes definitely showed it. In the other hand, there was no way the boy's finger would make her orgasm that fast yet.

“I won't slow down, so you better keep up,” she referred to the speed of his hands. Case is, Mike's body was getting limp with the amount of pleasure she inflicted upon him. His legs were weak, and his hands didn't find enough strength, especially in that position, to be as steady as she was. His attempt was decent at best, enough to make her twat queef wetly with the way she was tight and clogged with juices. “A-aah... that pussy's feeling good around your finger, baby?”

“Mhm, it definitely is,” he answered muffled in his uncontrollable moans. Sudden thrusts against his cousin's dedicated hand foreshadowed an incoming orgasm, one unlike any other he had ever had. Even the few girls he had fucked, nothing came close to Erin's hands. That was a thing: his cousin's hands were better than every pussy he had the opportunity to be inside. “G-god, Erin! I'm so fucking close!”

“Hey, come on, spurt for me, and don't stop shoving that finger up my snatch.” After saying that, she gave him a tiny tap to his sack and positioned the same hand like a bowl to catch his sperm. They didn't want a mess, and Erin had other plans in mind. If she wasn't going to squirt with him, then she'd need some kind of reward for all her hard work. “Go ahead, cum for your cousin!”

A failing, nearly soundless long gasp came out of Mike's mouth. His expression of pleasure was silly, funny, and it just showed the power Erin had over him. That made her glad. Upon seeing his hips shake and his dick and balls pulsate for the first load, she positioned the tip well and caught it. White, a bit watery, but thick enough for her taste. The virile musk didn't take long to invade her nostrils; she was acquainted with the smell already when the second load came. Despite him cumming, she wouldn't stop jerking him off! The guy had to take his finger off her hole to hold her wrist, because Erin demonstrated sadistic tendencies by tightening her grip right under the glans and pulling it up and down.

When he had finished, she laughed and brought the fluids near her eyes. “Wow, I guess that's enough, isn't it?” Erin teased him. What followed next was, to Mike, completely surreal. She just slurped and lapped it all off her hands as if it were soup. His own cousin drank his entire load, and not a single drop fell on the wrong place. The few dribbles that were left became a target for her tongue, and she licked it thoroughly, almost clean, as her cousin stared in awe and quietude.

“Fuck, you really like it that much...” he observed as she finished with the last of licks, to then pull her own panties up and put herself back to her place in the corner of the car.

“You had said it seemed like I drink a lot. There's your proof, if you didn't have enough already.” That was true. Nevertheless, it was impossible for Mike to know she enjoyed drinking cum as much as she did beer. Erin's index finger caught the young man's attention, pointing towards the windshield: “Time's up. Hide the meat, pervert.” Like magic, there they were, coming back from the shadows with a couple of bags holding all of the remaining stuff they needed for the vacation.

Ella, a thin girl even taller than Mike, but extremely similar to her sister, didn't get a glance of Mike exasperatedly hiding his cock and zipping his pants up. It didn't happen to their mother either. “Why didn't you guys want to come with us? Shit, this bag's heavy,” Ella spoke after opening the door opposite to Erin's. “Help me put this inside.” She shoved the blue bag over the station wagon's trunk lid, and Erin didn’t do much but push it with her clean hand.

First thing she noticed was the smell; second, Erin's malicious eyes; third, her tongue on her hand; and last but not least, a glistening stain on her hand. “We were just... lazy, that's all,” Erin replied, hiding a tooth to the inner side of the lip.