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Subject: Dreamin' About my Cuz - Chapter 6 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a story about a boy having a crush on his cousin. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal inyour area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at ail. If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to . Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 6 Year 2 July 5th We sat around with the family talking about the recital for an hour or so before everyone started to head to bed. I didn't change out of my ice cream shop outfit, and Jeffers kept his tights on, too. I couldn't help but glance at his legs every few seconds, and our gazes met way too many times. My heart is still racing, knowing we're about to be alone. The adults just went to their bedrooms and some of the kids have fallen asleep on the couch. I yawn as I slowly head down the hall to my bedroom, and I hear Jeffers follow me. I kick off my running shoes and plop down on my bed. I figure I'll give Jeffers time to get changed into his sleep clothes... plus, I want to enjoy the feeling of my tights for just a little bit longer. Jeffers kicks off his shoes and peels off his socks. Instead of continuing to take off his clothes, he walks over to my bed, sits down, and puts my feet in his lap. *quot;Wh-what are you doing?*quot; I ask. *quot;Your wittle feet have to be tired and sore,*quot; he says as he starts rubbing them. I'm glad I'm still in my hoodie. It's long enough to hide my boner, which is raging right now with Jeffers touching my feet encased in white nylon and lycra. *quot;Does it hurt when I do this?*quot; he asks, as he squeezes around my ankle, my heel, down my arches and finally to my toes. *quot;No... it feels... really good,*quot; I sigh, closing my eyes. *quot;Wow, your tights are a lot nicer than mine... smoother,*quot; he says, running his fingertips lightly up to my shin. *quot;Mine are from a company that only makes performance dancewear. I only wear these on stage. They're more expensive and higher quality. The ones you're wearing are a pair that Mom picked up for me at Walmart. They're not even ballet tights. I wear them to practice sometimes.*quot; *quot;They're pretty nice, too,*quot; he says, wiggling his toes. *quot;Do you ever wear tights here, in your room... when you're just chillin' out?*quot; *quot;Sure, I'm doing that now,*quot; I giggle. *quot;I should get some tights,*quot; he says, continuing to rub my feet. *quot;They make my toes all tingly!*quot; I close my eyes again and enjoy the feeling, trying my best not to have a spontaneous orgasm. *quot;When we were out in the lobby for the intermission, I heard some women talking about you.*quot; *quot;Oh yeah?*quot; I open my eyes. *quot;Yeah, they didn't know your family was standing right by them.*quot; *quot;What did they say?*quot; *quot;They said you were the superstar of this studio, and that's really hard to do at fifteen.*quot; *quot;Really?*quot; I try to act surprised, but I know I'm the superstar. *quot;They also said you were the only dancer that got three dances this year.*quot; *quot;It's just because I'm a boy. I wasn't supposed to be in the opening number, but they needed a prince.*quot; *quot;You make a pretty convincing prince,*quot; he says, and I blush. *quot;Thanks.*quot; *quot;One of 'em said that her son wants to start taking ballet classes because of you, and the other one said that the number of boys in ballet classes has gone from three to eleven in the last couple of years since you've been in the spotlight.*quot; *quot;That's cool,*quot; I say, trying to be modest. *quot;Did you know that?*quot; he asks. *quot;I don't really see much of the other classes,*quot; I shake my head. It's a lie. I know exactly who the other boy dancers are, and I've even trained and mentored some of the younger ones. *quot;You're an inspiration,*quot; he says softly with a big smile. His dimples are making me tremble. *quot;So?*quot; I smile back. *quot;You never tell me these things. I don't know what's going on with you.*quot; *quot;You want me to brag about how well I'm doing at ballet?*quot; I ask him. *quot;YES! Tell me what's going on!*quot; *quot;Bragging isn't really my thing,*quot; I say, *quot;but I'll tell you something else.*quot; *quot;Okay!*quot; he smiles excitedly. *quot;After I finished my solo, people were coming up to me backstage and telling me that it was amazing.*quot; *quot;It was,*quot; he nods. *quot;Some people that had seen me in rehearsal told me that it was the best I've ever escort bayan danced, and one of my former teachers told me that if I keep that up, I'll get a scholarship to one of the elite dance schools in New York.*quot; *quot;Holy shit!*quot; Jeffers bounces on my bed a little bit as he squeezes my feet. *quot;Do you know why I danced so well?*quot; I ask. *quot;Umm... no.*quot; *quot;It was because of you.*quot; *quot;Whaaaaaaat?*quot; he laughs and rolls his eyes. *quot;I'm serious. I heard you out in the audience cheering for me and shouting my name. It felt... really good. It filled me with this confidence and energy I've never had before, and it came out in my solo.*quot; Jeffers stops rubbing my feet and just holds them in his hands, staring silently back at me. *quot;So, thank you.*quot; I lean forward and give him a hug. *quot;Aww, Coley-Poley,*quot; he says, patting my back. I squeeze out every ounce of confidence left in my body, and I kiss him on the cheek. *quot;Dude!*quot; He erupts in laughter. *quot;I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that!*quot; I recoil in horrible shame and try to hide my face in my pillow, but he grabs onto my arms. *quot;You may be an amazing ballet dancer, but you're a horrible kisser!*quot; *quot;What?*quot; I gasp for breath, trying to turn away from him. *quot;It was over in half-a-second, and you totally missed my lips by like... four or five inches!*quot; He points to his cheek, where my kiss landed. *quot;You're an asshole!*quot; I laugh and cover my face in my hands as he tries to pry them loose. *quot;I thought I was gonna die!*quot; *quot;Here, lemme show you,*quot; he says, swooping on top of me. His lips press against mine as his body slowly lowers me flat against the bed, and my head sinks into my pillow. I pucker my lips and press against his, finally touching his back with the palms of my hands. He picks his head up suddenly. *quot;Dude, Coley- Poley... Relax and open your mouth so I can really get in there,*quot; he whispers with the sweetest smile. I open my mouth, and he snakes his tongue inside with a low, long moan. I'm making out with Jeffers. This is more than kissing. I can touch him anywhere. I rub my hands down his back and cup each of his firm butt cheeks, giving them a little squeeze before heading back up to stroke his hair. My orgasm comes on so fast that I can't stop or delay it... I just enjoy it. I continue to kiss him with everything I have, hoping he doesn't notice that I came, but he picks his head up suddenly again. *quot;Dude, Coley-Poley,*quot; he whispers breathlessly, staring into my eyes. *quot;If you keep kissing me like that, I'm totally gonna cum in these tights.*quot; *quot;It's okay,*quot; I nod quickly. *quot;I'll wash 'em.*quot; He dives back in and the moans become a little louder as he slowly humps me. The tight, smooth fabric rubs together between our legs. I know the second he starts cumming, and I feel the heat. I just made Jeffers cum. He came from kissing me... kissing ME! The fact that I got Jeffers to cum is so much more important than my own orgasm. It validates every feeling, every suspicion, every fantasy I've ever had about him. *quot;You came, too?*quot; he asks with a sexy smile, kissing me again before I can answer. *quot;Yeah,*quot; I whisper once he comes up for air again. *quot;I knew my dick would explode if I ever kissed you.*quot; He presses his forehead against mine and stares deeply into my eyes. *quot;I should have kissed you last year... and the year before that.*quot; *quot;I'm just happy you kissed me this year,*quot; I say, and I open my mouth for another deep kiss. *quot;Coley-Poley, we got a major mess to clean up,*quot; he picks himself up slightly, and the smell of sweat and cum from between our bodies hits me hard in the face. *quot;How are we going to hide this?*quot; He slowly slides off of me and plants his feet on the floor without getting any goo on my sheets. *quot;It's fine,*quot; I say. *quot;A couple of years ago, my mom ruined one of my ballet costumes by putting it in the dryer. I threw a fit and yelled at her, and since then, I've had to do all of my own laundry. It's great for hiding cum stains,*quot; I smile. *quot;Ahh, you're a genius,*quot; he says with a sigh of relief. We make a pile of cummy laundry in the corner of the room for tomorrow, and I creep down the hall to the bathroom. I quickly wipe my body down with a wet washcloth and brush my teeth. I head back to my room and Jeffers takes his turn in the bathroom. I sit down on my bed, and the realization of what just happened really hits me. Tears well up in my eyes, and every good feeling I've ever had in my life about Jeffers travels through my body all at once. I can't believe it, but at the same time, it's what kocaeli escort bayan I always believed. When I don't hear the stirring of anyone else in the house, I quietly open the bathroom door again. Jeffers has a mouthful of toothpaste foam, and he accidentally spits some on the mirror with a giggle. He looks so sexy in a pair of mint green boxers and nothing else. I walk behind him, wrap my arms around his abs, and give him three light kisses on the shoulder. *quot;Aww, Cowey-Powey,*quot; he smiles, still frothing with toothpaste. I run back to my room, hoping the night isn't over. I get in my bed and pull the covers up over my chest, giving him an out if he just wants to go to sleep in his own bed. He tiptoes back into my room and silently closes the door, staring at me the entire time. Once he latches it closed, he bolts for his bed, jumps onto it with both feet, and then leaps from his bed to mine, landing on top of me in a big, giggly pile of arms and legs. I manage to get him under the covers with me, kissing him through all the adjusting. *quot;I might have to add these boxers to the cum pile in the morning,*quot; he whispers. *quot;Or you could just take 'em off now and be nekkid, like me.*quot; I bite my lip. *quot;Oh fuck, a nekkid Coley-Poley?*quot; He quickly rips his boxers off under the covers. We kiss for a minute or two before he pulls back again. I just stare into his eyes with my arms around him. *quot;There's something I want to tell you,*quot; he says, smiling, then looks down. *quot;What?*quot; *quot;I try to remain a mystery to people, and I said some things to you that aren't exactly true.*quot; *quot;What are you talking about?*quot; *quot;I kinda said that I was into girls and guys. The truth is, I'm SO fucking gay.*quot; *quot;Okay,*quot; I giggle. *quot;I mean... I am ONE GAY motherfucker! I just can't stop thinking about dicks and cum... and cumming dicks, and cum shooting through the air, and a hard, throbbing dick just about to cum, and a dick cumming on another dick, and that second dick cumming on the first dick, and cum-*quot; *quot;I get it! Me too!*quot; I say, and we laugh through another kiss. *quot;So, Coley-Poley,*quot; he says with an embarrassed smile, looking down again and stroking my arm with his fingertips. What the hell else could he confess? *quot;You now know me better than anyone else.*quot; *quot;I like that,*quot; I whisper. *quot;And I'm closer to you than anyone else.*quot; *quot;I like that, too.*quot; *quot;Soooo...*quot; he pauses and smiles again, not looking at me. *quot;Now do you think you could actually... TEXT me sometimes?*quot; A sudden jolt of anger and complete happiness runs through my body simultaneously. It's a feeling I've never felt before. I won't have to go through that loneliness again! Jeffers will be in my life! Jeffers will be in my pocket every day! My eyes explode with the happiest tears that anyone, alive or dead, has ever cried. *quot;YOU'RE the one that should be TEXTING ME!*quot; I pound my fists on his chest as he unsuccessfully tries to shield himself. *quot;Whoa, whoa, whoa! Coley-Poley!*quot; he laughs with a quivering voice, as he tries to dry my tears with my sheet. *quot;Didn't you wonder why I have been such an ASSHOLE since you got here?*quot; *quot;I just thought you'd outgrown me... and you were trying to act all mature. Let me get this straight. The whole fucking YEAR... you were waiting for ME to text YOU?*quot; he pokes me in the chest with an accusatory finger. *quot;YES, you fuck!*quot; I pound on his chest again. *quot;First you abandoned me, then Olivia and McKenzie. It was the worst fucking year of my life!*quot; *quot;ABANDONED?*quot; He rolls me onto my back and straddles me, our dicks sliding together. *quot;Let me tell you how the real world works, Coley-Poley. In every relationship, there's one person who's sorta... more important than the other one. You're like... always in ballet practice, running, studying, reading, all that. I'm the one that's got nothing going on. I'm just hanging out with my friends sometimes, or just hanging out alone in my room! If I text you, it would be like... I'm bothering you. YOU'RE the one that has to start the text thread.*quot; *quot;No, no, NO! You're the cool one, and I'm the huge nerd. There's NO FUCKING WAY I could just text you out of the blue! You're probably hanging with your popular friends, and you wouldn't want to get some stupid text from your cousin.*quot; *quot;Getting a text from you is the ONLY thing I've ever wanted!*quot; he says with tears welling up in his eyes, then a look of confusion comes over him. *quot;Holy fuck, you think I'm POPULAR?*quot; *quot;Of course, you are!*quot; I reach up to pound him on the kocaeli escort chest again, but he pins my arms down on the bed. *quot;I'm not popular!*quot; He shakes his head. *quot;I don't know how things are at your school, but you have to be rich to be popular at mine. Everyone knows which families are rich and have big houses, and everyone knows who's getting a car, and what kind of car, when they turn sixteen. I'm a fucking PREACHER'S SON! Ain't nobody got time for dat!*quot; *quot;Give me a fucking break!*quot; I roll my eyes. *quot;You're SO fucking cute, you're funny, smart, sexy, and you're SO fucking confident! You'd be like... the most popular guy at ANY school! You make me feel popular every time you're here visiting, just being around you! Even Olivia and McKenzie were crushing on you! There's no way you're not popular.*quot; *quot;Man, sometimes you can be a completely different person around people you don't see very much.*quot; *quot;So, you're really not popular?*quot; *quot;I'll tell you about this year, and just how popular I was. I was going to make an effort to get some more friends in high school. I basically always have hung around with the other kids from my church who are just pretend Christians, like me. So, this year, before school started, I got a skateboard so I could hang with some of the cute skater boys. The first day of school, I fucking fell AT SCHOOL on my board and broke my fucking ARM!*quot; He rubs his forearm, and I lean over and give it a little kiss. *quot;Why didn't I hear about this?*quot; I ask. *quot;I made my mom promise not to tell your mom. I didn't want it to get back to you. I was SO fucking embarrassed.*quot; *quot;So you broke your-*quot; *quot;That's not all of it! I was in a cast for EIGHT WEEKS. Then, the day after I got my cast off, I took my board to school again, and I FELL again, and I BROKE the same FUCKING ARM... AGAIN!*quot; *quot;Aww, Jeffers!*quot; I laugh hysterically while kiss him over and over on the face. *quot;You poor baby!*quot; *quot;Popular kids don't do that shit.*quot; He shakes his head. *quot;Now, I'm just the wannabe poser Christian spaz king fuckwad of the entire school.*quot; *quot;So, what exactly did you want me to text you?*quot; I ask. *quot;Anything! Everything! You could've told me who you were jerking off to!*quot; *quot;I mean... JEFFERS! Have you met me? You think I could really just DO THAT?*quot; I shake him. He smiles and lies back, staring at the ceiling. *quot;I think I have it all figured out now,*quot; he says with a heavy sigh. *quot;We're both fucking idiots.*quot; *quot;Yeah,*quot; I sigh, burying my head in his chest. *quot;I just miss you so much.*quot; *quot;I miss you, too... all year,*quot; he says, his voice really cracking this time. I give him a few kisses before looking back in his eyes. *quot;Okay, Coley-Poley. Here's how it's going to be. You listenin'?*quot; *quot;Yeah.*quot; I bite my lip. *quot;I want a bunch of texts EVERY DAY, to start.*quot; He pokes me in the chest with his finger again. *quot;And I want SELFIES. I want selfies of you just getting out of bed in the morning. I want selfies of you going to school. I want selfies of you in your cute little ballet costumes.*quot; *quot;I don't wear COSTUMES to ballet class. I just wear my normal practice gear.*quot; *quot;And I bet it's fucking hot.*quot; He licks his lips and twitches his eyebrows. *quot;And I want dick-pics.*quot; *quot;I can't just take a pic of my DICK! Plus, you already know what it looks like.*quot; *quot;You can and WILL.*quot; He pokes me in the chest again. *quot;Then, I want to FaceTime at least once a day when we're both free. I mean it! I want to see your pretty face talking to me every day!*quot; *quot;I don't have a pretty face!*quot; I push him, but he manages to hold my face with both hands and give me a big smooch. *quot;Then, we have to Skype on our laptops so we can jerk off together!*quot; he says. *quot;Do you have a good webcam on yours?*quot; *quot;I dunno.*quot; *quot;I'm serious! I want to see your dick and your pretty face on my screen at the same time!*quot; *quot;Quit callin' me pretty!*quot; I tickle him, but we quickly stop as the noise we're making is getting a little out of hand. I stare in silence at him, and he looks back at me with that sweet smile. I suddenly get very sleepy, in the best possible way, and my eyes start to close. *quot;Wait!*quot; He grabs my hand and I open my eyes again. *quot;Don't fall asleep!*quot; *quot;What?*quot; *quot;One more kiss,*quot; he says, inching closer. *quot;What kind of kiss?*quot; I ask. *quot;Umm... a dick-cumming-all-over-another-dick kiss. An hour should do it,*quot; he smiles confidently. *quot;Sounds good.*quot; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you'd like to see what I think Cole and Jeffers look like, email me your thoughts on the story at ail and I will send you G-rated pics. Check out my other stories on : Backdoor Slider: fty//gay/athletics/backdoor-slider/ Mason in the Center: fty//gay/incest/mason-in-the-center/ We Have the Summer: fty//gay/incest/we-have-the-summer/