**Cousin’s Secret**

I never planned for this to happen. Hell, I never even *thought* about it—until last summer, when my cousin Lily came to stay at my place for a few weeks. She was supposed to be crashing while she looked for an apartment, but things took a turn I never saw coming.

Lily was always the quiet one—soft-spoken, shy, with this nervous habit of tucking her hair behind her ear whenever she got flustered. I’d never paid much attention to her growing up, but now, at twenty-three, she’d filled out in ways that made it hard *not* to notice. The way her tank tops clung to her curves, how her shorts rode up her thighs when she curled up on the couch—it was driving me insane.

The tension started small. Lingering touches when we passed each other, her biting her lip when she caught me staring. Then, one night, after a couple of beers, she admitted she’d never had a guy last more than a few minutes inside her. The way she said it—so hesitant, so goddamn *innocent*—sent a jolt straight to my cock.

I tried to ignore it. I *should’ve* ignored it. But one afternoon, when the house was empty except for us, I walked into the kitchen to find her leaning against the counter, her cheeks flushed, her fingers idly tracing circles on her bare stomach under her shirt.

“You okay?” I asked, my voice rough.

She hesitated, then whispered, “I think… I think I might be pregnant.”

My stomach dropped. “What?”

“I took a test this morning. It was positive.” She looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared. “I don’t know what to do.”

I should’ve comforted her. Should’ve been a decent fucking cousin. But my dick had other ideas, throbbing at the thought of her—tight, wet, *fertile*.

Before I could stop myself, I stepped closer. “You scared?”

She nodded, her breathing shaky.

I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her bottom lip. “You ever think about what it’d be like? Really *feel* a guy filling you up?”

Her gasp was all the answer I needed.

I didn’t give her time to overthink it. I kissed her, hard, my tongue pushing past her lips as my hands slid under her shirt, squeezing her tits. She whimpered, her body arching into me, her nipples stiff under my fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” I growled, pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside. Her tits were perfect—full, with pink, pebbled nipples begging to be sucked. I didn’t waste time, bending to take one in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it until she was panting.

Her hands fumbled at my jeans, undoing the button with shaky fingers. When she finally wrapped her hand around my cock, I groaned. “That’s it, baby. Feel how hard you make me?”

I lifted her onto the counter, her legs spreading instinctively as I yanked her shorts and panties down. Her pussy was already glistening, her clit swollen under my thumb as I rubbed slow circles.

“Please,” she whimpered, her hips grinding against my hand.

I didn’t tease her long. I lined up my cock, pressing the head against her entrance, watching her face as I pushed in.

“Fuck—*fuck*,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. She was so tight, so warm, her walls clenching around me like she was trying to milk me dry.

I fucked her slow at first, savoring the way she whimpered with every thrust. But when she locked her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, I lost control.

“You like that?” I grunted, slamming into her. “Like feeling my cock stretch you open?”

She couldn’t even answer, just moaned, her head falling back as I pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the kitchen, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “You wanna get knocked up for real, Lily? Wanna feel me pump my cum deep inside you?”

Her whole body shuddered, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. “Yes—*yes*,” she sobbed.

That was all it took. My balls tightened, my cock pulsing as I came, filling her up in thick, hot spurts. She clenched around me, her own orgasm hitting hard, her juices dripping down my shaft.

When I finally pulled out, she was trembling, her legs barely able to hold her up. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my hand resting on her stomach. “Guess we’ll find out if it takes, huh?”

She didn’t say a word. Just bit her lip and nodded.

And fuck if that didn’t make me want to do it all over again.