Holly then asked to push in a bit more and I slowly did as I was told and surprisingly the next few inches went in effortlessly and I gave another pus... and got in all the way. I then slowly pulled back out up to the egde of my head and pushed in again and finally she began to loosen a little and I got a good slow rhythm going as Holly buried her face into the pillow whilst holding her cheeks apart as hard as she could. She then moved her hands away and the grip tightened my penis again but I. I give a quick sigh to myself as the "if only" feeling comes over me. But I send a text asking if she wants to hang out which she usually can. We always got along quite well almost like boyfriend and girlfriend. But still wishful thinking. So I pick up my controller and unpause the game, still laughing at myself, not only cousins but me being 24 and she is 18. I need stop thinking about this, it's just depressing seeing the perfect girl right there but still so far out of reach. My phone goes. Clients are upset for one reason or another. I am on the phone dealing with stuff since the day started. You text me a picture of you from work, beautiful as always. You have a smile on your face and happiness in your brown eyes.You ask how my day is going, I tell you OK, but you sense that something is off.You ask again, remind me that I told you I would always be honest, so I mention the problems but say it is no big deal.I am home alone for the week, something that doesn’t happen often.. Forty minutes later, the master bedroom was ringing with their gruntsand groans. The sheer inner set of curtains had been pulled closed,allowing most of the sunlight to pass through and give the room ayellowish glow. Faint gray fibrous shadows of the curtain’s fabric fell onthe moving bodies of the incestuous pair like undulating topographiclines. ‘Jesus, I love this!’ Nikki confessed mentally as she gripped thesturdylacquered slats of her parent’s headboard, looking.