Me and My Cousin Emily Sex Story

My cousin Emily is a total firecracker—petite, with a big personality that lights up any room. She’s 13 years younger than me, so when this story happened, she was 26, and I was pushing 39. At barely five feet tall, with short, tousled blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and that classic Georgia peach charm, Emily’s the kind of girl who turns heads without even trying. She’s everybody’s favorite cousin, friend, you name it.

I’d been crushing on her since I first saw her as a teenager, back when she was 14. Even then, she was a knockout—tiny, maybe 85 pounds, with a cute figure that was all energy and grace. Her short legs, slim hips, and perky little chest looked perfect on her small frame, like she was made to steal hearts. I remember visiting my mom’s place in Georgia that summer, watching Emily splash around in the backyard pool in a bright pink bikini, laughing her head off. I had a girlfriend at the time, but I couldn’t help imagining Emily every time things got heated with her for weeks after.

Fast forward, and a lot had changed. I’d moved down South, settled into a quieter life, and put on a few extra pounds. Emily, meanwhile, had grown up—she’d gone to college, gotten married, had a kid, even did a stint in the Navy. We’d see each other at family gatherings, exchange hugs and quick pecks on the cheek, and catch up like old pals. We weren’t super close, but we got along fine. Still, one thing hadn’t changed: Emily was as gorgeous as ever. Her figure had softened a bit after her kid, with a little curve to her tummy, but those sparkling eyes and that sweet Southern drawl? Pure magic.

I never thought anything would happen between us. She was married, my cousin, and way out of my league. Plus, I figured she thought I was a bit of a goof with my cheesy jokes and flirty comments. So, when we were at a family Easter egg hunt at my mom’s place, and I offered to walk to the store to grab some milk she’d run out of, I was shocked when Emily piped up, “I’ll drive you, Jake.”

Now, I thought maybe she was mad at me. Last Christmas, she’d handed out cards to everyone but me, and I wondered if my dumb, flirty remarks had finally ticked her off. But I wasn’t about to say no to a ride from my favorite cousin, especially since it meant a few minutes alone with her. So, I hopped into her SUV, trying not to stare at her in her loose white tank top, denim shorts, and flip-flops. Her tanned arms and legs were on full display, and I caught myself sneaking glances, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

The whole drive, I braced for a lecture about my silly comments, but it never came. Emily was quiet, maybe even smiling a little, like she knew I was checking her out but didn’t mind. I kept my mouth shut, waiting for her to call me out, but she just drove, humming along to the radio. When we pulled into the supermarket parking lot, she reached into the back seat for something, and her tank top stretched tight across her chest. I couldn’t help but stare, and she caught me red-handed.

“What’re you lookin’ at, Jake?” she said, her tone sharp but with a playful edge.

I grinned, spreading my hands like I was innocent. “No idea what you mean, Em.”

She tried to glare, but her freckled nose crinkled, and she burst out laughing. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? I’m your cousin, I’m married, and I’ve got a kid. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

I leaned back, resting my chin on my hand, and just looked at her, letting myself be honest for once. “Em, you’re not old, and I don’t care about the cousin thing or the married thing or the kid. You’re drop-dead gorgeous, always have been. Ever since I saw you in that bikini at Mom’s pool, I’ve been crazy about you. Right now, I’m wishing you were in that bikini again and I had a camera to capture it.”

I let my eyes wander over her, not hiding how much I admired her. “Maybe lean forward a bit, let that tank top slip a little?” I teased, half-joking.

She rolled her eyes, trying to sound stern. “You’re awful, Jake.” But then she giggled, and to my absolute shock, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it off, tossing it into the back seat. No bra—just Emily, all golden skin and freckles, looking like a dream.

My jaw hit the floor. She turned in her seat, leaned back against the door, and tucked her legs under her in that way only girls can. With a mischievous grin, she stretched her arms behind her head, making her small, perfect chest bounce just a little. Her freckles dusted across her collarbone, and her confidence was hotter than anything.

“You look like you’ve never seen a girl before,” she teased, giggling at my stunned expression.

“Em, you’ve got no idea how perfect you are,” I said, trying to keep my cool. “Can I… maybe touch?”

She gave me a mock scowl, then sighed dramatically. “Fine, but don’t go leaving fingerprints, okay? My husband likes me in one piece.”

I slid closer, heart pounding, and gently cupped one of her breasts, marveling at how soft and warm she was. I brushed my thumb over her nipple, watching it tighten under my touch. “Looks like they like me,” I said, grinning.

Emily let out a soft gasp, her eyes half-closing. “You’re not as bad as you think, you know,” she murmured, her voice all honey and warmth.

I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, taking one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Emily’s hands found my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me close. “Mmm, that’s nice, Jake,” she whispered, her voice hitching.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, me lost in her, her cradling me like she didn’t want me to stop. Then she shifted, her hands moving to my jeans. I helped her undo them, my heart racing as she wrapped her small fingers around me. “Whoa, somebody’s excited,” she teased, her touch light but sure.

She started moving her hand, slow and steady, and I groaned, shifting to give her better access. It felt incredible, but after a bit, I had to stop her. “Em, you’re gonna kill me,” I said, breathless. “Got any lotion? It’s a little rough.”

She pouted, then pointed to the glove compartment. “In there. But I’m not sure I wanna keep going now,” she said, her tone playful.

I started to tuck myself away, feeling like I’d blown it, but she swatted my hands. “Oh, stop it, you big dummy. I’m not done with you.” With a wicked grin, she leaned over, her blonde hair falling around her face, and took me into her mouth. The warmth, the softness—it was unreal. I groaned, my hand resting on her head as she worked her magic, her tongue moving in ways that made my head spin.

“Em, you’re incredible,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. She just hummed, the sound vibrating through me. I slid my hand down her back, slipping into her shorts, and found her bare, already wet. She moaned around me as my fingers explored, her hips squirming.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, pulling back for a second. “But I can’t focus if you keep that up. Just… play with me a little.”

I focused on her, teasing her gently, and she went back to work, her head bobbing slowly. It was heaven, but I wanted more of her. “Come here,” I said, pulling her up.

She let go with a soft pop, looking confused. “What? You can finish, Jake, I don’t mind.”

I pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Her lips were soft, tasting faintly of me, and she melted into it, her tongue meeting mine. We kissed like we’d been starving for it, her arms around my neck, my hands roaming her back. It was messy, passionate, and perfect.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads touching, she giggled. “Guess we’re kissin’ cousins now, huh? My husband won’t even kiss me after that unless I brush my teeth.”

“He’s missing out,” I said, sliding a hand down to tease her again. “You taste amazing.”

She kissed me again, slow and sweet, then whispered, “I hope this isn’t a one-time thing, Jake.”

“No way, Em,” I said, my heart full. “I’m not letting you go that easy.”

She grinned, then slid back into my lap, straddling me. “Good. Now, let’s see how much trouble we can get into.” With a wiggle, she guided me inside her, and we both groaned at the feeling. It was slow, intense, like we were savoring every second.

“Birth control?” I asked, trying to be responsible even though my brain was foggy.

“Nope,” she said, her voice breathy as she moved. “We use condoms. You want me to stop?”

I growled, pulling her closer. “Not a chance.” The thought of her, of us, was too much. I felt myself getting close, and she sensed it, moving faster.

“Do it, Jake,” she whispered, her voice urgent. “I want it.”

That was it. I lost control, and she followed, her body trembling as we clung to each other. When it was over, she kissed me softly, her lips lingering. “Love you, cuz,” she whispered.

“Love you too, Em,” I said, holding her tight. “Always have.”

We stayed there, tangled up, trading lazy kisses until reality crept back in. “We should probably get that milk,” she said, giggling.

“Yeah,” I agreed, but I didn’t move. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you either.”

And just like that, I knew things would never be the same. Emily was mine, in a way I’d never dared to dream, and I wasn’t letting go.