My Cousin Gail

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'We... umm... probably shouldn't have done that,' I tell Gail as, the deed done, we lie in each other's arms.

'Oh? You didn't like it?'

I laugh. 'I think you know very well the answer to that. But I'm your cousin. You're my cousin. We're... well... cousins.'

Gail nods and smiles. 'Albert and Victoria were cousins,' she says. 'People sometimes forget that. And Mr and Mrs Charles Darwin. And a few others too.'

I laugh again. 'Yes. But, also, I'm old. Well... I'm older than you, that's for sure.'

'Age is just a number,' she says. 'And, anyway, you're only as old as the woman you feel.' And she rolls onto her back, and takes my hand and places it once more at her warm and wet entrance.

I know that I should take my hand away before things have a chance to develop any further. But I can't. And I don't. 'Someone seems to spilt something slippery,' I say.

Gail nods. 'Yes. My horse. My stallion. The one that I was riding. I'm guessing that it may have been a while since he had been taken for a good hard ride. Perhaps he had been saving it up. Of course, I could be wrong.'

'Umm... no. You're probably right. In fact, yes, I'm sure that you are,' I say. I use my index finger to spread the slippery cum across her butterfly-like labia and then turn my attention to her still swollen clitoris.

'Mmm... oh, yes. Right there,' she says.

I am pretty sure that one part of my brain has wandered off somewhere to quietly contemplate the rights and wrongs of what we are doing. But the other half is just getting on with it.

'I have cum dribbling down to my arsehole,' Gail says after a moment or two. And she giggles.

'Are you sure?'

'Oh, yes. Well... pretty sure,' she says. 'It certainly feels like it. But you could perhaps check. If you'd like to.'

I hadn't picked Gail for a backdoor girl. But it seemed that she was. And the part of my brain that had not wandered off to consider important questions did not need a second invitation. 'Perhaps I should,' I tell her. 'Just to be sure.'

I slide my finger off her plump clit and head south between her thighs. Just slowly. Enjoying her flappy cunt lips along the way. Pausing at the entrance to her hot hole. And then continuing on. And, yes, she was right: some of my slippery cum had dribbled down and pooled at the entrance to her arsehole. 'You are right,' I say. 'This stuff certainly gets around.'

I trace my finger around her arsehole and feel it opening up slightly to welcome me. And then Gail pushes down on my finger and its tip disappears inside her tight tunnel.

'Nice,' she says. Any lingering doubts that she is a backdoor girl are well and truly put to rest.

I withdraw my fingertip and then slip it back in. This time up to my first knuckle. And then some more.

'Mmm. That feels so good,' Gail says.

Then, keeping my fingertip in her arsehole, I reach up with my thumb and resume massaging Gail's clit.

Gail shudders and then giggles. 'Oh, yes!' she says.

I keep it up for a few minutes and then I feel Gail's hand on my hardening cock. 'I think it's time for you to fuck my arse,' she says. 'I think that you might like that.'

'You could be right,' I say. 'But would it be a good idea?'

'What do you think?' she asks.

'I'm not sure that any of this is a good idea,' I tell her. 'But, to be honest, I'm rather past caring.'

Gail laughs and gets onto her hands and knees.

As most people know, penises -- cocks -- come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Mine is only of average dimensions -- which, as far as I'm concerned, is just fine. But I have been blessed in the shape department. The head of my cock is a bit like a blunt arrow; perfect for nosing its way into tight places.

I reacquaint the tip of my cock with some of the slippery cum that it recently ejaculated and line it up with Gail's rather attractive arsehole. And then, firmly but gently, I push. And Gail pushes back. Yes, Gail is definitely a backdoor girl.

When I awake the next morning, the part of my brain that went off to think about whether having sex with my sexy, younger cousin was a good idea or not, seems to have returned. The news is not good. On the whole, the part-brain tells me, it's probably not a good idea. In fact, not a good idea at all. Too many potential complications. However, what is done is done and cannot be undone. So... just make sure there is not a second time, it tells me.

Gail greets me with a soft kiss. 'Are you OK?' she asks.

'I think so,' I tell her. 'Although I might need to mend my ways. I think I may have strayed into forbidden territory last night.'