Holidays With Cousin Liz: Part 1.

Cousins reconnect over the winter holidays.

Based on a post by storyteller 19. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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I was driving back from Boise, to be with family for Christmas. That
semester had been my most challenging yet. I was exhausted and ready for some
time relaxing with my family. We usually had the holidays at my grandparents'
house in Boulder, Colorado. Being raised in the Arizona desert, I wasn't used
to driving in the snow, so the last one hundred miles were slow going for me.
It didn't help that it had started to snow again, adding even more snow to the
roads. Initially, I planned to get to the family party hours early, but now I
would be lucky if I got there before dinner. It was supposed to be less than a
12 hour drive, but that doesn't take in the factors of road conditions and
holiday traffic.

The snow kept falling, but I managed to make it to the house just ahead of
the snowstorm's main bulk. It seemed like everyone was there already from all
the cars parked in front of the house. I got out of my car shivering. My jacket
barely reduced the cutting chill from icy cold wind. I walked awkwardly to the
trunk and pulled out the gifts that I had for gotten. No matter how many times
I was in the snow, which wasn't often, I doubted I would ever get used to it.
When I was at the door, I took a deep breath. I regretted it immediately
because of the frigid air. I quickly opened the door.

I was hit by an immediate warmth and brightness as I stepped inside.
"Let me help you with that cousin," a silky-smooth voice said to me
as I walked in. My cousin Liz walked towards me from the mini sitting area that
overlooked the front yard. Just looking at her filled me with warmth. Liz was
the cousin that I was the closest to. We were both the only child in our
immediate family. Since we were nearly the same age, we had been inseparable at
family events, basically since we were born.

Liz helped me put my presents under the large Christmas tree near where she
had been sitting. As soon as I put the gifts down, she threw her arms around me
in a tight hug. I squeezed her back. Out of my family, she had been the one I
was looking forward the most to seeing. I hadn't seen her in person in a year,
as we had both missed the thanksgiving get-together, this year. We texted
infrequently and were friends on Facebook, but she rarely used it.

"You look great," I told her. She had her blonde hair in a cute
pixie cut, and it was dyed several bright colors going down to the tips. She
was wearing a black jacket with a black dress under. Her ears were heavily
pierced, and she had a single stud in her nose. Her parents were the extreme
religious ones in the family, so they had seemed to stifle Liz her whole life
with their beliefs. The moment Liz could, she got out of their household and
moved in with some friends.

"You're looking great too," Liz said, squeezing my broad shoulders
as she pulled away from my hug. I felt my body go warm at her compliment. Liz
kept her hand on my shoulders and started to guide me towards the kitchen where
most of the family had gathered. "Come on, everyone's been dying to talk
to Chris, the golden boy." I felt a little guilty at that, but I knew that
Liz didn't mean that as an insult. She was the black sheep, and I was the
golden boy.

My family were happy to see me, and everyone wanted to spend the entire
evening catching up. I enjoyed spending time with them, but it was Liz who I
really wanted to catch up with. She spent a lot of the night around me, often
raising an eyebrow or giving me a deadpan look when one of my family said
something that they shouldn't have.

Liz sat next to me at the dinner table, and I finally got some time to talk
to her. I tried to ask her about herself, but she seemed to avoid talking about
herself and gave me vague answers. We had always been close, so I started to
feel confused by this, wondering if maybe in the last year we had finally grown
apart. I began to get the hint and stopped bugging her about her personal life.
We talked about other things, mostly books and TV shows that we had a shared
interest in. Still, it seemed superficial compared to our usual winding
conversations that had no limits.

Taboo Topics.

After dinner, we found ourselves hanging out in the garage. Liz was smoking
a cigarette, blowing the smoke through a cracked door that lead to the side of
the backyard. This was always the place we would run off to when we wanted to
escape the rest of the family. We were doing what we always did, teasing each
other.

"Come on, you were the one who used to have a crush on me when we were
kids," Liz said. That was something that I doubted she was ever going to
let me forget about.

"Hey, if I remember correctly, you were the one who always wanted to
play house and insisted on being husband and wife," I said.

"Only so I could kick your lazy ass out when you burned dinner or
didn't wash the dishes."

"The food was plastic, and we didn't have running water in our
playhouse. You didn't have to make me literally sleep in the doghouse!" I
said. That was before we had a firm grasp that it was a saying and not literal.

"Yes, I did," She said, leaning towards me.

I leaned forward. "Why?"

"Because it was funny," Liz said. We were leaning so close
together, and we both became quiet, which was rare for Liz once she started
teasing me. I looked into her beautiful eyes, thinking thoughts that I had been
suppressing for years. I couldn't look into her eyes anymore. I thought the
year away from her would be enough for me finally to get over my crush on my
cousin, but instead, that absence seemed to make those feelings even stronger.
I looked up, and my eyes went wide at what I saw nailed above us.

Liz looked up and saw what I was looking at. "Mistletoe," Liz said
and looked back into my eyes. The part of my brain that held my impulses in
check must have been frozen from the cold weather. There was the briefest
hesitation, and then we kissed. We wrapped our arms around each other, and the
kiss deepened. This is it. It's finally happening. I was surprised by
how right something that was supposed to be wrong felt.

Now that my urges were finally free, I slid my hand down her back and
squeezed her ass through her dress. Liz let out a surprised little moan at
that, and she jumped away from my hand and against me. When she settled back
down, I started to massage her ass. She moaned and leaned her head back against
the wall while arching her lower body towards me and pressing her pelvis into
mine.

I kissed down her chin and started to kiss her pale neck. With each kiss,
she let out tiny little exhales that were both cute and sexy. When I reached
the hollow of her neck, I sucked hard. Liz moaned louder this time and ground
her snatch into me. I kissed across the front of her neck and repeated the same
thing on the other side with the same result.

With a finger on my chin, she guided my lips back up to hers. Her succulent
lips felt better than I could have ever imagined. Liz lowered a hand down my
chest. I thought she was just going to rub my chest, but her hand kept on going
lower. I had only a few seconds to realize what she was doing when she grasped
my erection through my jeans and rubbed it. I faltered in kissing her because
of the unexpected touch. Liz used my distraction to suck on my lip. It all felt
so good, and I didn't want it to end. No sooner than when I thought that then I
heard one of our family members approaching. We pulled apart quickly and caught
our breath as our grandma walked into the garage to get something out of the
fridge in there. She said one of our uncles was leaving for the night and for
us to say goodbye.

"Okay grandma, we will be right there," Liz said. Our grandma
left. Liz rested her head on my shoulder, and I held her lightly as we calmed
down. Once calmed down, Liz pulled back. Liz looked like she was about to say
something but stopped. "Come on, let's go say good night." She didn't
seem her usual confident self. I didn't blame her, what we just did had crossed
a line that we shouldn't have, but she didn't seem to be upset at what just
happened. As I followed her inside, I noticed more sway to her stride that drew
attention to her ass.

We walked back in and said goodbye to the first of the family to leave. It
seemed like that was the cue for others to go because the others started to
follow suit. Some of my family stayed at my grandparents' house, while the rest
stayed at a nearby hotel. To keep it fair, my grandparents switched out every
year who got to stay at their home. My family branch were the lucky ones who
got to stay at my grandparents' house that year.

Within a couple of hours, the only ones left at the house were my family and
Liz's. They finally decided to leave for the night and told Liz that it was
time to go now, interrupting her when she was in the middle of a conversation
with me. Liz gave me a look and rolled her eyes. "I will be right
back."

When Liz came back, she told me how her family was leaving and then just
stayed with me. "Aren't you going to leave with them?" I asked,
confused.

"No, I think I am going to stay here and hang out with