Step-Cousin Fucked Me After Shower Kiss – Homemade Quicki

Jennifer stood in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner, the radio playing some old pop song in the background. The house smelled like garlic and onions frying. It was just another normal evening until she heard the bathroom door open down the hall. Michael, her step-cousin who was staying with them for a few weeks, stepped out with nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. Water still dripped from his messy hair onto his shoulders.
She’d always thought he was hot, but they kept things normal. Today something felt different. Maybe it was the way the towel hung, or how his chest still glistened. Jennifer wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked over before she could talk herself out of it.
“Hey,” she said softly, stepping close. Michael smiled, about to say something, but she leaned in and kissed him. Just a quick press at first, then deeper when he didn’t pull away. His hand came up to her waist, gripping the side of her t-shirt.
“Fuck, Jen…” he muttered against her mouth, surprised but not stopping. The towel slipped a little as he turned toward her. She could feel him getting hard underneath it.
Jennifer’s heart was racing. They were alone in the house for at least another hour, but the windows were open and neighbors could be outside. She didn’t care. She kissed him harder, her hand sliding down to tug the towel open. It dropped to the floor and his cock sprang up, thick and already stiff.
Michael groaned and pushed her back toward the kitchen counter. “You sure about this?” he asked, voice low and rough.
Instead of answering, Jennifer pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped her shorts, stepping out of them. She wasn’t wearing panties. Michael’s eyes went wide as he looked at her naked body. He grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter edge, right next to the cutting board.
He kissed her neck while his fingers found her pussy, already wet. Two fingers slid inside easily. Jennifer moaned and spread her legs wider, knocking a spoon onto the floor with a clatter. The sound made them both freeze for a second, listening if anyone was coming, but the house stayed quiet except for the radio.
Michael stroked his cock a few times, then rubbed the head up and down her slit, teasing her clit. “You’re so fucking wet already,” he said.
“Fuck me,” Jennifer whispered urgently. “Just put it in.”
He pushed inside in one steady thrust. She gasped at the stretch. He felt bigger than she expected. Michael started moving right away, gripping her ass as he fucked her on the counter. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen. Her tits bounced with every thrust and he leaned down to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Shit, you feel good,” he grunted, picking up speed. Jennifer held onto his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist. The counter creaked under them. She could smell his clean shower scent mixed with the dinner cooking behind them.
They changed position quickly. Michael pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. Her tits pressed against the cool surface as he slid back in from behind. This angle felt deeper. He fucked her harder, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip.
Jennifer reached back and spread her ass for him. “Harder,” she begged. He gave it to her, pounding deep. The wet sounds of her pussy taking his cock filled the room.
They moved again, this time to the living room couch because her legs were shaking. Michael sat down and she climbed on top, facing him. She sank down on his cock, moaning as he filled her completely. She rode him fast, her ass bouncing on his thighs. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them while she ground her clit against him.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Michael warned, breathing heavy.
“Cum inside me,” Jennifer said, riding him faster. She wanted to feel it.
He groaned loud and thrust up hard, holding her down as he came. She felt his cock pulsing, filling her pussy with warm cum. That pushed her over the edge too. Her orgasm hit strong, making her shake and squeeze around him.
They stayed like that for a minute, catching their breath. Jennifer could feel his cum starting to leak out around his cock. She kissed him again, slower this time.
“Shit, that was risky,” Michael said with a laugh as she climbed off. His cum dripped down her thigh onto the floor.
Jennifer grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen and wiped herself quickly. “Dinner’s probably burning,” she said, laughing too. She pulled her t-shirt back on but left the shorts off for now.
Michael wrapped the towel around his waist again and helped her clean up the counter. They could hear a car pulling into the driveway outside.
“Next time we wait till everyone’s asleep,” he whispered, giving her ass one last squeeze before heading back to his room.
Jennifer smiled to herself as she turned down the stove. The house smelled like sex now mixed with dinner. She felt satisfied and a little sore in the best way. Just another normal evening that suddenly wasn’t normal at all.