Snow In Cousins
Author's Note
Conrad Fisher Imagine.
This story is intended for mature audiences only (18+). It contains themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers.
Possible Content Warnings:
Sexual tension and suggestive situations.
Mentions of explicit thoughts and desires.
Power dynamics and dominance/submission elements.
Strong language.
References to violence and criminal activity.
Alcohol use.
Emotional intensity.
All characters depicted are 18 years or older. This is a work of fiction — events, characters, and organizations are purely imaginary. The story does not condone or encourage harmful, abusive, or illegal behavior.
Reader discretion is advised — please proceed only if you are comfortable with the above themes.
Copyright Notice: This work is my original creation. Do not copy, repost, translate, or claim it as your own in any form, whether digital or print. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this story, in whole or in part, is prohibited.
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The snow had been falling for most of the drive, turning the road ahead into a tunnel of white. I had my feet up on the dash, one of Conrad's hoodies wrapped around me, sipping coffee from a travel mug while he drove with one hand on the wheel.
"You're awfully quiet," he said, glancing at me from under the brim of his hoodie.
"I'm enjoying the view," I said, nodding toward the snow-covered trees. "It feels... different. Like Cousins is letting us in on a secret it doesn't show in summer."
He smirked. "Romantic, huh?"
"Maybe," I teased, bumping his arm lightly. "But don't tell me you don't like it. You've been grinning like an idiot since we left the highway."
"I'm just thinking how weird it is," he admitted. "I've spent every summer here, but I've never seen it like this. And now..." His eyes flicked to me briefly before returning to the road. "Now I get to see it with you."
My chest warmed in a way that had nothing to do with the coffee. "You know, you're lucky our anniversary's in December. If it were in July, we'd be fighting for beach space with a hundred tourists."
He chuckled. "True. But in July, you could actually walk outside without freezing your ass off."
I shrugged. "I like the cold. It gives you an excuse to light a fire. And drink too much wine. And—"
"And what?" he asked, giving me that half-smile that always made me lose my train of thought.
"And stay inside all day," I finished, my voice a little softer.
That smile deepened. "Yeah. I'm okay with that."
By the time we pulled into the driveway, the house looked like something out of a postcard, the roof and porch blanketed in white. Conrad shut off the engine and looked over at me. "Happy late anniversary."
I grinned, leaning over to kiss him quickly. "Worth the drive."
We unpacked slowly, taking our time. Dinner was simple — pasta, wine, and a chocolate cake we'd picked up from a little bakery on the way. The whole night felt easy, unhurried, like we had all the time in the world.
After dinner, Conrad headed to the shower first. I stayed curled on the couch, finishing my wine and watching the snow fall thicker outside the big glass doors. I could hear the faint sound of water running upstairs, the creak of pipes in the old house, and it made the place feel even more like ours.
When he came back down, hair damp and smelling like cedar and soap, he had that lazy, just-out-of-the-shower look that made my stomach flip. "Your turn," he murmured, brushing his lips against my temple as he passed me.
I showered quickly, letting the hot water thaw the chill from my skin. By the time I came back downstairs in my softest sweater and shorts, Conrad had lit the fireplace. The room glowed gold from the flames, shadows flickering on the walls. Soft jazz — Miles Davis, I realized — flowed from the speakers, filling the quiet space between us.
"Cozy enough for you?" he asked, leaning back on the couch with one arm draped along the backrest.
I smiled, crossing the room to him. "Almost."
He caught my wrist before I could sit down, pulling me gently onto his lap instead. I laughed softly, but his hand was already sliding to my waist, warm even through the fabric.
We sat like that for a moment, the fire crackling, snow still falling outside. Then his thumb brushed the hem of my sweater, tracing idle circles against my skin. I looked up at him, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch — the kind of look that still, even after a year, made me feel like I was the only person in the world.
"You know I'm not letting you sit on the other end of the couch tonight," he said quietly.
"Good," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
The jazz played on, the snow kept falling, and in that little bubble of firelight and warmth, everything else faded away.
The fire crackled steadily, throwing waves of heat into the room and painting everything in shades of gold. We'd abandoned the couch for the fluffy cream rug right in front of the fireplace, my back pressed to the softness while Conrad hovered above me.
It had started with him pulling me into his lap, kissing me slow, like he had nowhere else to be for the rest of his life. But somewhere between the brush of his thumb along my jaw and the slide of his fingers beneath my sweater, the kiss deepened, the pace shifted, and suddenly my back was against the rug, my sweater tossed aside.
Conrad's T-shirt was next, landing in a heap beside us. The firelight kissed every line of his skin, making my chest tighten with the reality that this boy — this beautiful boy — was mine. His lips trailed from my mouth to my jaw, down the slope of my neck, his breath warm and uneven.
I tugged lightly at his waistband, feeling bold in the haze of heat and closeness. His hands, meanwhile, skimmed the curve of my waist, sliding down to rest at my hips before slipping under the waistband of my shorts. He wasn't rushing — just holding me there, grounding me, as his mouth returned to mine.
The world had narrowed to firelight and Conrad — the soft rug beneath me, the faint scent of cedar from the logs, the low hum of jazz still playing somewhere in the background.
And then, just as I hooked my thumbs under his waistband, he stopped.
His palms pressed into the rug on either side of my head. "You okay?" he asked, searching my face in the fire's glow.
I nodded quickly. "Yes."
But something in my voice made him hesitate. His brow furrowed slightly. "No... what was that?"
My lips parted, but the words didn't come easily. "I just—" I swallowed hard, eyes flicking away before finding his again. "I've never... done this before."
His expression softened instantly. "I know"
I nodded, my cheeks warming under his gaze.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I'm not surprised."
"Is that—"
"It's not a bad thing," he interrupted gently. "It's you. You're... innocent, yeah, but that's part of what I love about you. And I'm not going to rush you."
The warmth in his voice almost matched the heat from the fire.
"I want to," I whispered, almost afraid to break the moment.
He brushed his thumb along my cheek, eyes holding mine steady. "And I want you. But only when you're completely sure. No hesitation. No doubt. Because when we do this..." His voice dropped, low and certain. "...I'm not holding back."
He leaned in then, kissing me softer than before, slower — like we had all the time in the world. And lying there on the rug, with the fire's heat licking at my skin and Conrad's arms holding me steady, I believed him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said quietly. "I'll guide you through it. I'll take care of you. Every step."
Something in his tone — steady, certain — loosened the knot in my chest.
His mouth found mine again, deep and deliberate, before trailing lower — the corner of my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. Each kiss lingered, each one leaving my skin warmer than the last.
I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment before I opened them again, meeting his gaze. "I want this, Conrad. I want you."
His eyes darkened at my words, and he leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue swept against mine, coaxing me to open up to him, to let him in. I moaned softly, my body pressing closer to his as I kissed him back with all the pent-up desire I'd been feeling.
His hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before his tongue plunged back into my mouth.
Conrad's other hand roamed my body, sliding down my side, over my hip, and around to cup my ass, pulling me against him. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and a thrill of anticipation shot through me.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he rested his forehead against mine. "You sure about this, baby?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
He groaned, a low, primal sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Fuck, Y/N, you have no idea how painful its been for me not fuck you."
His fingers traced the line of my neck, my collarbone, and dipped down to the swell of my breasts, teasing the edges of my shirt. I arched against him, a soft moan escaping my lips as his teeth grazed my earlobe.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Y/N," he murmured against my skin, his hands sliding underneath my shirt to cup my breasts. I gasped as his thumbs brushed against my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. He teased them through the fabric of my bra, his touch both gentle and insistent.
I could feel myself growing wetter with each pass of his thumbs, my body aching for more. I reached up , pulling him closer to me. He broke away, revealing the muscled expanse of his chest and abs. I ran my hands over him, tracing the lines and curves of his body, marveling at the way his muscles flexed under my touch.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness, but his hungry gaze as he looked down at me naked from the waist up was all the reassurance I needed. His hands cupped my breasts again, this time with nothing between us, and I gasped at the raw, intimate sensation.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he whispered, his thumbs teasing my nipples again until they were hard peaks. I arched into his touch, needing more, craving it.
He trailed kisses down my neck, my collarbone, and then lower, until he was hovering over my breasts.
I arched my back, urging him closer, and he obliged, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he teased and tugged, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"Oh god, Conrad," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. He responded by grinding against me, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my core through our clothes. I could feel the heat of him even through the fabric, and it only served to make me hotter.
I wanted him inside me, but I also wanted to explore him, to taste him, to drive him as wild as he was driving me. I reached between us, fumbling with the string of his pj pants until he took over, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the sight of him.
"Fuck, Y/N, look at you," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire. "You're so fucking gorgeous."
I didn't have time to respond before he was kissing me again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs.
I could feel the length of him, hot and hard, pressing against my entrance, and I ached for him to be inside me.
"Conrad," I whispered, my voice breathless. "Please."
He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. "I got you, baby," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to make this so fucking good for you."
And then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed inside me.
I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my body stretching to accommodate him.
Conrad paused, his brows furrowed with concern. "You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with need.
"Yes," I breathed, my nails digging into his back. "Just... give me a moment."
He nodded, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, "Take your time, baby. We have all night."
I relaxed my muscles, allowing him to sink deeper into me. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me gasping for breath. Conrad watched me, his eyes never leaving mine, as he began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency.
"Fuck, Y/N," Conrad groaned, his voice a low growl in my ear. "You feel so fucking good. So tight."
I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper. "More," I whispered, my voice ragged with need. "I want more, Conrad."
He gave me more, his hips pistoning against mine as he drove into me with increasing force.
The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony that matched the rhythm of our hearts. I could feel the wet heat building between us, my body slick and ready for him.
I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I urged him on. "Harder," I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me harder, Conrad."
He let out a low growl, his eyes darkening with lust as he complied. His thrusts became harder, more forceful, each one sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing in anticipation of something I couldn't quite grasp yet. Conrad's cock filled me completely, stretching me in a way I'd never experienced before, and it felt fucking amazing.
He grunted in response, his body slick with sweat as he continued to drive into me with relentless ferocity.
"You like that, baby? You like feeling my cock stretch you out?
I nodded, my body writhing beneath him as I chased the elusive edge of orgasm.
Conrad's eyes flashed with desire at my neediness, and he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss as he continued to fuck me. His tongue plunged into my mouth, mimicking the thrusts of his cock, and I met him stroke for stroke, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
His hand slid between us, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb.
The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. I gasped into his mouth, my hips jerking against his.
"That's it, baby," he murmured against my lips. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock."
His words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me, and I could feel my orgasm building, like a tidal wave about to crest. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as he thrust into me, his thumb working my clit in time with each stroke.
"Conrad," I panted, my body tensing as the wave hit. "I'm...oh god, I'm so close," I gasped, my body trembling on the precipice.
Conrad's eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he watched me unravel beneath him. "That's right, baby. Let go. Come all over my fucking cock."
And with a final, powerful thrust, I did. My orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed through me. I cried out, my nails raking down Conrad's back as I rode out the intensity of my climax.
He groaned, burying his face in my neck, his body trembling as he continued to thrust into me. The sensation of his cock inside me, the feel of his body against mine, was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he moved within me.
"Fuck, Y/N," he growled, his voice low and rough.
As my orgasm began to subside, I could feel him grow even harder within me, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
I opened my eyes, looking up into his face, and saw the raw, primal desire etched into his features. It was a look that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, my body already aching for more.
"More," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "I want more, Conrad. Please."
He groaned, a low, animal sound that sent shivers down my spine. "You're fucking insatiable. Love that about you."
He pulled out of me suddenly, making me gasp in surprise. Before I could protest, he flipped me over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me up onto my knees. I looked back at him over my shoulder, my heart pounding with anticipation.
"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming of this," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Of seeing your perfect little ass in the air, begging for my cock."
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, and I felt his cock, hot and hard, press against my entrance. He rubbed the head of it against me, coating himself in my wetness before slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pushed inside.
I gasped, my fingers clutching at the rug as he filled me, the angle and depth of this position sending shockwaves of sensation through me. He was deeper this way, hitting spots inside me that I hadn't even known existed, and I could feel every inch of him stretching me, claiming me.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I could do nothing but moan and gasp, my body already on edge from my previous orgasm.
Conrad's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, allowing me to adjust to the new angle, but I couldn't wait. I needed more. I pushed back against him, urging him to go faster, harder.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice ragged with desire.
"Your pussy is so tight and wet, baby. It's fucking perfect."
His praise sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, and I arched my back, pushing myself back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with a desperate need for more.
"Conrad," I begged, my voice hoarse with need. "Fuck me harder."
He grunted in response, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to slam into me with a renewed urgency. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a filthy symphony that matched the wild rhythm of our hearts.
Conrad's grip on my hips was brutal, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with relentless force. I could feel every inch of him, the thick, hard length of his cock stretching and filling me completely, hitting every sensitive spot inside me.
Conrad must have sensed it too, because he reached around and slipped his hand between my thighs, finding my clit with his fingers. He began to rub it in time with his thrusts, the combination of sensations pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Come for me again.
I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock while I fuck you." Conrad's words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, his filthy language only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure inside me growing with each powerful thrust. His finger circled my clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles that matched the pace of his hips.
"Fuck, Conrad," I panted, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. "I'm so close. Please make me come. Make me come all over your cock," I begged, my voice hoarse with desperation.
The sound of my words seemed to push him over the edge. He growled, low and primal, and began to thrust into me with even more force, his fingers working my clit in tight, fast circles.
The pressure was building, my body tensing as I chased the edge of orgasm. I could feel it, so close, just out of reach...
"That's it, baby," Conrad urged, his voice ragged with desire. "Show me how much you love my dick inside you."
His filthy words pushed me over the edge, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me. I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of the room as I came undone. My pussy clenched around his cock, my inner muscles pulsing with waves of pleasure as I rode out the throes of my climax.
Conrad roared, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrust into me harder, faster, chasing his own release. I could feel his cock swell inside me, the head growing even larger as he pumped his seed into me. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending in my body alive with pleasure as I milked him for every last drop.
Conrad groaned, his body shuddering as he came, his grip on my hips tightening almost to the point of pain. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, each hot spurt of his cum filling me, marking me as his.
"Fuck." he panted, his body slumped over mine as he caught his breath. I couldn't respond, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks of my own orgasm.
Conrad slipped out of me, his cock glistening with our mixed juices, and I sighed, a mixture of contentment and loss at the absence of him inside me. But my respite was short-lived as he flipped me onto my back, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading my legs wide.
"Not done with you yet, honey," he growled, his eyes dark with lust as he dipped his head between my thighs.
I gasped, my hands fisting the rug as he buried his face in my pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh.
The sensation was intense, a raw, primal pleasure that sent shockwaves through my body. I could feel my orgasm still lingering, my body hyper-sensitive and ready for more.
"Taste so good" Conrad groaned against me, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me, and I arched my back, pressing myself against his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Conrad," I moaned, my hips bucking against his face.
Conrad moaned against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me in place. He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before releasing it with a pop.
"You're so goddamn responsive." he murmurs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chanted, my hips moving in time with his tongue, my body chasing the edge of my third orgasm.
"That's it, baby,"
His filthy words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, my body already coiled tight like a spring, ready to snap. His tongue lashed at my clit, the roughness of his stubble a delicious contrast to the softness of his tongue, and I was lost. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.
Conrad's moans vibrated against my pussy, the sound sending waves of pleasure through me, my body tensing as the pressure built.
"Let me taste you, baby."
I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair as I rode out the waves of pleasure. Conrad's tongue lapped at me, drinking down my release, his moans of satisfaction sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.
"You sure know how to make a man feel good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned up and kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself on him. I moaned softly, my fingers tangling in his hair as I deepened the kiss, tasting and exploring him.
"I'm... sorry if I took it too far," he murmured, his thumb brushing slow circles against my hip. "With the swearing... or if I was too rough. I just—" He broke off, exhaling. "I didn't want to hurt you."
I lifted my head to look at him, his brows drawn slightly, his gaze searching mine for any sign of regret. "Conrad..." My voice was soft, certain. "You didn't hurt me."
His jaw tightened a little, like he wasn't sure he believed me.
"It felt good," I said, my cheeks heating even as the words came out steady. "Everything. You didn't cross a line — you were... careful. Even when you didn't think you were."
Some of the tension eased from his expression, though his eyes still held that quiet protectiveness I'd come to know so well. He let out a slow breath, the corners of his mouth tugging into the faintest smile.
"I just needed to hear you say that," he admitted, his hand sliding up my back in a slow, soothing motion.
I settled my head back against his chest, my fingers finding his and intertwining them. "You can always ask me," I said. "But you don't have to worry so much. I trust you."
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other's warmth, until the fire began to burn lower. The blanket he'd pulled over us was tucked snugly around my shoulders, his arm still holding me close as if to make sure I didn't drift too far.
"Stay here tonight," he murmured against my hair. "Don't move. Don't go upstairs. Just... stay with me."
I nodded, my voice nearly lost in the quiet. "I'm not going anywhere."
Outside, the snow kept falling, soft and endless. Inside, I felt safe, warm, and completely his.
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