Pulling her panties up and over her stockings, Cassie shimmied her butt up high enough to get them on all the way without standing up. She was still topless, though, and Tony’s eyes wouldn’t leave her tits. He knew he probably wouldn’t see them again and wanted to burn them into his memory.
“Liked it?” he asked. “I loved it. It was one of the hottest things ever. Did you have fun?”
Cassie blushed at his words.
“This stays between us right?” she asked sheepishly.
“Of course.”
“Yeah. I liked it too,” she said, lowering her voice so no one heard her admit something so taboo.
Tony wasn’t sure what to say. On the one hand, he knew she was into it when she rode him. He could see her pussy glistening and, escort or no escort, no one can fake it that well. On the other, it’s still his cousin and that had to mean something. Right?
After what they just did, did right or wrong even matter?
“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” she asked.
“Mostly.” he said.
“Mostly?” she wondered, slightly surprised.
“Yeah, mostly.” he repeated. “That was the hottest lap dance of my fucking life. But, Jesus Christ what I wouldn’t give to keep going.”
So he wanted it too and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Interesting.
For a moment, Cassie entertained the thought. It wouldn’t be that difficult to keep going. She wanted to feel him again. To taste him. She wanted to take everything he had to give and make it an experience he never forgot.
Though, she likely already had.
All she had to do was say yes and they’d be right back where they left off. She pictured him lifting her up and throwing her back on the couch, burying his face in her pussy and eating her out until she couldn’t take it anymore. She fantasized about him face fucking her until she gasped for air. She could see herself with her head buried in the cushions, her ass in the air and her cousin plowing into her from behind.
She wanted all of those things. She wanted them so badly. Her inner monologue was no help.
“Why not?” she wondered to herself. “We’ve already done this much. Would it really be that big a deal?”
Try as she might, though, she couldn’t shut off that small but important part of her brain that said it was wrong.
Somewhere in the time since the last song finished, reality set in. What she just did, she did with a family member. Hot or not, satisfying or not, it wasn’t right. You don’t do those things with your relatives.
Cassie had been so wrapped up in giving Tony a good time that she didn’t even really process what they had done until right now. She relived it for a moment in her head. The teasing, the bending over, the stripping of her clothes. And the finish.
Oh, man. The way they finished.
“Oh God,” she thought, feeling a rush of embarrassment. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why did I have to go there? Why did I have to think that? What the fuck.”
She’d dry-fucked her cousin to completion. He came because of her.
He came because she begged him to. No, commanded him to.
There’s no taking something like that back. You can’t undo an orgasm.