What Happened in Vegas...Part 2 - Sex Stories

What Happened in Vegas...Part 2

... lot to take in after the night we shared. I figured it was one of those things that happened in Vegas that stays here. You even said it yourself as we came upstairs. But then I found out that this can never just stay here. You're family, there's a connection between us that goes beyond last night.” Katie seemed to finally grasp the weight of her revelation on me. “I understand it was wrong to keep it from you. I was selfish. You should have known what you were getting into. I can tell you want to go back to your room, but before you leave, there's something I have to know.” What is it?” I asked. She continued, “If I had told you who I am when I brought you up here last night, would you have stayed?” Again, I began to wear my dumb, blank stare as her question struck at the heart of the matter. If I had known who she was, would I have stayed? In the recesses of my memory I conjured up the visions of Katie when we were younger. If I am honest, I probably had a crush on her too. I know she was some of my first masturbatory material, though at that age, what girl isn't? I shook myself out of my daze and I leaned in to Katie and kissed her forehead again. “I still love you as I always have, but I need some time to process this. We can talk after the reunion tonight.” I knew that did not answer her question, but I did not really have the answer myself. Last night after a couple of drinks and the way she looked and smelled, I couldn't be sure which head would have answered her. I ...

... head back to my own room and jumped in the shower. I smelled strongly of sex, so I definitely needed to clean up before going to where I would be around family all day. The memory of the better parts of the previous night came rushing back as I washed my cock, but I fought the urge to give myself a release as it brought back the guilt I had felt when I found out that I had been fucking my cousin. All cleaned up, I headed out to my Uncle's place. Once I got there, there were all sorts of family members already there. My mom caught me as I was walking into the backyard. “Sweetie! There you are, I was about to call your cell. I was getting worried about you! I have so many people to introduce you too!” I begged off and asked, “Can we wait a while, Mom, or can I at least just hit everybody in my own time? I've got a lot on my mind at the moment.” My mom immediately jumped to the worst possible conclusions, in that way that Moms do, “What's the matter sweetie? Are you sick? Did something happen at work? Do you need money?” I immediately regretted my decision to mention any trouble at all. “No, Mom, nothing like that. I'm doing fine with all that. I'll tell you about it later, ok?” My Mom finally relented and agreed to talk about it later. I was relieved though I needed to find a plausible excuse to give my Mom later when we spoke. I was about to walk away when my Mom squealed again. “There you are honey,” she said. I spun around to see what was happening and I immediately found the ...