Cousin Rachel Part 1 (Inc, F/M) Two days after my high school graduation party, I had to leave to spend two and a half months with Aunt Sarah’s family. Naturally, I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to leave my friends, girlfriend and the area that I had lived in for many years even for few months, but I had very limited options as my dad’s employer was in transition, moving the manufacturing division to China, and dad had to work out of their for six months. He came to my party with plans to go back with mom. They may have had reasons, including possibilities of me hosting wild party’s etc. when they made that decision and made arrangements to me to be with Aunt Sarah, who lived few miles from Tillamook, Oregon. “We will be back before your collage starts honey, beside Aunt Sarah said that she loves to have you there. She’ll take good care of you. I’ve never seen a place outside of this country you know that right? I really want to go with your dad this time and see the Great Wall and other places” mom said as I was getting ready to board the airplane to Portland. “No worries mom. Enjoy China. Don’t forget to send pictures” I comforted her, since she looked somewhat guilty of getting rid of me. During my flight, I tried to think about Aunt Sarah, who I vaguely remember. The last time when I saw her, Uncle Jim and their two sons and daughter, was good ten years ago. I remember them staying with us for about a week, having come to attend someone’s wedding, which they made a mini vacation out of by visiting theme parks and places. I was somewhat intimidated by their two sons, Paul and Peter who were much taller and older than me. Their only daughter Rachel was a little five year old, having born many years after her siblings. Unlike Aunt Sarah who was petit and pretty, Uncle Jim appeared to me like a bodybuilder with a cowboy hat. Although adults made a point in meeting at a convenient place for family reunions now and then, I missed those due to other engagements, like boys scot activities. Upon arrival, I quickly noticed Aunt Sarah waiting for me near the baggage claim area. She waved franticly trying to get my attention as I walked towards them. When I got closer, she rushed to me, hugged, welcoming me to Oregon. After inquiring about my flight and parents, she turned and called Rachel, who stood right behind her saying “You remember Cousin Jay right. Come and talk to him” and then she turned to me and said “Rachel is little shy at first, but watch out… she’ll talk nonstop once she gets to know you” I glanced over Aunt Sarah and offered a friendly smile to Rachel. She returned my smile and stepped forward to shake my hand. Rachel didn’t look anything like that I expected her to be. All those pictures that I had glimpsed at over the years had done no justice to her looks. That five year old girl that I had once met seemed much taller, in fact at least 5’6’’, slim, yet filled in at right places, long brown hair – those brown eyes that seemed to smile in coordination with her lips and in short, she was quite eye pleasing. “That’s not the way to greet a first cousin. C’mon, give him a nice welcome hug” Aunt Sarah criticized Rachel for shaking my hand. She shyly wrapped her arms around my back only then to hug me and I hugged her back. On our way to their dairy farm, Aunt Sarah talked none stop. She told me about their farm, Uncles Jim’s physical condition that prevents him from doing the work that he once did, and more… She said that Peter received a teaching post in Arizona where he is planning to pursue a post graduate degree and Paul is now stationed in Germany and ending her sentence with a sigh. Rachel was quite for the most part in the back of the vehicle, but slowly opened up as we got closer to their farm. She kept pointing at places to call them out. Post Office, stores, her friend’s farm, lumber mill, so on. Uncle Jim came from the barn to greet me and joined for lunch. He was a man of few words but other than his intimidating frame, he was seemingly sincere. But Aunt Sarah was just the opposite when it came to words. She had so many to speak with, often ending a sentence by starting another, as she purposely trying to disallow you to open your mouth. Rachel made faces chewing her lunch, mocking, smiling to make fun at her mom. When we were done with lunch, Uncle Jim limped back to the barn and I was escorted to my room by Rachel. As we walked down the hallway, Rachel pointed at doors giving me a brief tour, saying things like “This is my parent’s room which used to be Paul’s, this is the bathroom...” so on. I followed her to the room which was prepared for me. “This is yours by the way” she said pointing to good size bedroom “It is your while you are with us” she rephrased her earlier statement and chuckled. “You are a good tour guide Rachel” I commented dropping my suitcases. Rachel smiled, for the first time directly presenting her captivating beautiful, innocent smile. “So, which one is your bedroom?” I asked since Rachel didn’t make any references to her room. “My room is upstairs” she said. “After dad got injured mom and dad moved downstairs and they gave me their room. I have my own bathroom too, you know” she giggled. “So, what is there to do in Oregon?” I asked eager to get to know my surroundings to find ways to stay occupied. “Hmm… I don’t know everything about the state, but you can fish, hunt, and go to the dairy farmers association dance on Friday nights, play bingo on Saturdays” She smiled again. “Great, my kind of place” I answered her somewhat sarcastically. “Do you like hiking? There are many trails if you like hiking. Beach is not too far...” “Ok Rachel, you be my tour guide. I’ll first start following you from dawn to dusk. How about that” I was still sarcastic, not being bit happy having to spend months in Oregon, but tried not to show my displeasure too much to her. “Sure, you can follow me Jay. Whenever you are ready, I’ll show you’re the farm” she said innocently. She was ostensibly so innocent, her offer without grasping the tone of my voice had me smiling as I picked up a suitcase for unpacking. As I picked up cloths from it and stacked them on the bed, she quietly picked them up and arraigned them neatly in drawers and hung some inside the small closet. It must have been closed to 2 pm when I finally decided to take Rachel up on her offer to show me around their farm. When I came out of the room, she was already waiting for me. We hopped on one of their trucks, Rachel driving and she covered pretty much everything there is to see, including milking stations, their property where cows graze roaming freely within the farm. She seemed especially proud when she showed me fenced off section of the land they had reserved for blueberries, right adjacent to the main road. “I manage this part of the farm” she giggled. “After we sell blueberries, I get to keep half of the money” she bragged picking few large berries off a shrub to hand me. “Try they are delicious” Afterwards, I was taken to the stall where they sold berries. “Starting next week, we’ll open the stall few hours in the morning and evening. What we don’t sell here, we take to the co-op” During next few days, I found myself with too much time on hand, but nothing to do. Uncle Jim didn’t think a city boy like me can be any help around the farm, Aunt Sarah spent most of the time keeping books and cocking, since they provided lunch for hired help, so other than helping her organize computer files, upgrade few software applications, I wasn’t much of help for her either. Out of dullness, I quickly adopted to follow Rachel, trying to help her with everything that she did. I went with her grocery shopping, followed her around dairy farm helping her with her chores and helped with her blueberry farm (that she calls hers), clean-up and setup the stall since she expected to start selling berries shortly. There was something so adorable about the way she went about her daily chores. She walked in a certain way that was assertive, yet attests her feminine elegance. She had a way with shifting her neck up and back, affecting her hair that falls to her face when she was working. Typically, she wore tight jeans and a shirt when she worked around the dairy farm, but when she went to the blueberry farm, she wore shorts or a dress, as what she had to do there wasn’t hard in comparison to the work at the dairy farm. She was playful, chatty and aggressive, but she always exhibited her feminine side. Within a short time, I came to realize beneath this tender feminine beauty, she was highly motivated and can do more laborious tasks than I could imagine. Yet she never lets you forget that she was a young lady. Naturally, we talked while we worked together. She explained life in a small town growing up in a dairy farm to me and then asked me endless questions about the city life. Understandably, within few days, we somewhat melted into a friendship that even had me quite surprised how quickly it developed. Rachel told me that she was glad to have me with her family, since neither one of her brothers came home that often. “I feel like I have a best friend that I never had” she once said. As our friendship developed, I began to notice more of Rachel beauty. Her pretty face, eyes that smiles keeping up with her lips, slender waist that joins her chest decorated by perky tits on one end and full round butt on another that joined fleshy thighs and seemingly flawless legs. If I said that I didn’t look at them, I would be lying and I did. I wasn’t sure if I looked at her as a cousin, friend or in lust. Perhaps the way I looked at her was so much mixed; even I couldn’t understand nor separate them from one another. On one such occasion when Rachel lurched forward to do something, my eyes were quickly drawn to her chest. There was not much to see but her cleavage that gave me ample clues on size of her breasts. Then before I could withdraw my eyes, she looked and caught me taking glimpse. She blushed, but went back to whatever she was doing. It was Saturday during breakfast that I came to know Rachel had a date that day. Aunt Sarah said Rachel had a date with friend of hers friends son who lived near Portland. Since it is quite far, they were going to the Lincoln City for early diner. I was surprised that Rachel never mentioned about her date. Especially when Aunt Sarah mentioned that Jake and Rachel had gone out twice before. I felt unsettled, but I don’t think that I was jealous. After all we are cousins and one should be happy for the other. Rachel blushed and smiled timidly, but avoided eye contact with me. Rachel came downstairs at around 11, just before Jake arrived to pick her up. She wore a tight black skirt that showed how round and full her butt was and a pink top that showed her nice cleavage without any difficulty. Without going over every aspect, I can say that she looked absolutely gorgeous. “Are you going to be ok till I come back” she asked when Jake’s truck pulled into the driveway. “Of course I am. Enjoy your date” I said smiling. I didn’t see Rachel return, but she was home fairly early from her date. Aunt Sarah said at the dinner table that she return just before 6 pm suffering with a headache and went to her room. Next morning I went with Aunt Sarah to blueberry stall to open it and arrange baskets since Rachel didn’t come out of her room. After Aunt Sarah had everything setup, I volunteered to run the stall knowing that she had more than enough thing to attend to. Business went well, several mini vans full of families arrived for blueberry picking around 11 and therefore I opted to hang around to end the morning session. Little after 1 pm, I still had berry pickers. I was starved, yet waited for berry pickers to leave after paying. It was then I noticed Rachel heading to the stall. “You must be starving. How come you didn’t close the stall and come home for lunch?’ she inquired smiling as she handed over the lunch. “I couldn’t with people still picking berries” I said looking at her closely to see if she looked ill. Rachel laughed. “This is Oregon. People are honest, they’ll pick berries, weigh and leave money in the jar” She laughed again. Since she looked well, I wanted to ask why she came home very early from her date, but I thought that line of questioning was inappropriate. “How was your date?” I asked instead. Snappishly her face changed red, her eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed without letting any words out. She looked away and stared at me looking angry. “WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW” she yelled and looked away. I was stunned by her tone and was taken back looking for mistakes that I may have made when I asked her a casual question. “I am sorry; I didn’t mean to be personal.” I stuttered. Just then, several customers arrived. Rachel went to tend for them and folks who just returned from picking berries. By the time they were gone; I had finished half of my lunch but didn’t feel hungry to finish the rest. I felt angry inside having been jumped at by my little cousin and felt equally embarrassed. “Jay!” she purred “WHAT?” It was my turn to jump back at her. “I am sorry Jay! I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. I am sorry…. It just happened. Can you please forgive me” she begged. When I looked at her without answering, I clearly saw two drops of tears just waiting to escape her eyes. She quickly turned her face and smeared her eyes with back of her hand. “Please forgive me” she begged again and turned to leave the stall when I didn’t answer. My heart melted and I felt obliged to accept her apology and calm her down. “Rachel wait…” I took her by hand. “Calm down. I am not upset with you” I murmured. She swiftly held me, hugged and whispered “Thank you Jay. I don’t want to lose my best friend because of my stupidity. Thank you…” We held each other for a minute. Close the stall and went to the farm to pick berries for the evening run. As we walked, she held my hand, smiled letting me know again that she regret her earlier behavior. I returned her smile, but it still troubled me why she yelled at me, especially knowing that wasn’t her nature. “I know what you are thinking. It wasn’t about you Jay, but I was very upset with Jake yesterday. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t do anything since I got back from my date with him thinking about what he did to me” she sighed. “It is okay Rachel. You don’t have to tell me anything. I’ve already let it go” I said, but deep inside, I was curious what really prompted Rachel to get all uptight. Under the circumstances I thought it was best to let her talk without asking any questions. “You know, mom and dad think that I should find someone who will run the farm dad’s grandfather started. Peter and Paul want nothing to do with the farm. So here, I get stuck...” she sighed again. “Jake’s parents have a Christmas tree farm about 50 miles from here, so they think Jake is a good candidate for me” Rachel paused and looked, stepped forward and stood in front of me stopping in the middle of the berry farm. “First time I went out with him, he was very nice to me. Then second time, he tried to kiss me forcefully and tried to put his hands inside my clothes. So, I told him not to ask me out again. He didn’t call for two weeks after that, then on Friday he called mom and asked if he can take me out to Lincoln City, beach walk and early diner” Rachel paused again. This time her eyes become watery and I feared that she was going to break into a cry. She smeared her tears with back of her hand, sighed and continued with her story. “You see Jay, I really didn’t want to go, but though of trying once more since mom said that he can take me out. He took me to the beach, took his cooler out of the truck and had few beers. He tried to get me to drink too, but I refused. Then he went to a drive-thru and got burgers and fries. I didn’t eat, but he did. After that he took me somewhere off the main road and kissed me for little bit then started the same thing by trying to forcefully undress me. When I pushed him off, he open his pants, took his thing out and asked me to suck it. When I didn’t, he pulled me down and tried to stick it my mouth” Rachel broke down and cried. I felt helpless, but I was boiling in anger after hearing what Jake had done to my dear innocent cousin. “That’s ok Rachel. It is over. You won’t see that basted again, I know that” I said to calm her down and held her tightly close to me. Rachel sobbed on my shoulder. She looked into my eyes and smiled. Her eyes were red but the smiled dimed and stretched joining her lips to smile “But anyway, I fought him off. I threatened to bite his thing of if it came anywhere near my mouth. So, I think he came to senses and sped like a maniac all the way to Tillamook and dropped me off about a mile away from home” she smiled and sighed in relief. I joined her involuntarily letting out sigh of my own, learning that my cousin came home unharmed. “So, I wasn’t upset with you Jay, how can I? You are the best friend I have” She finished with a sigh of relief. “What did Uncle Jim and Aunt Sarah say” I asked her. “I didn’t tell them details because I don’t want dad to hunt Jake down and shoot him like a dog. I know him. I just told them I never want to go out with him again” We hugged and then went on with our chore. During which Rachel looked to be normal and playful as usual. Next day we had quite bit of business. Seemingly, Rachel was normal and she went about running her little business while I helped. Around noon, we closed the stall and went home for lunch. As soon as we finished eating Rachel got ready to head to the berry farm. Although I wanted to kick back and rest for little before going back, I joined her not wanting to see her leave alone. We hadn’t taken more than ten steps when she asked “How many girls have you kissed Jay?” surprising the hell out of me. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to” then she added. “Do you mean just any girls or girlfriends and dates?” I asked not knowing where this was going to take us. Rachel giggled “I didn’t know you would kiss any girl” she chuckled “Ok, how many girls have you kissed including any girls and girlfriends?” She chuckled again “Maybe ten” I lied. I have dated three girls and other than a peck on the cheek, I have kissed two, including Melissa, who I have dated for six months. “Don’t answer if you don’t want to. Are you…. Are you…..” she stopped on tracks and giggled closing her mouth with her hand. “Am I what?” “Ok, ok, are you a good kisser?” She finally let it out, smiled and then laughed as she had just heard a funny joke. “Why?” I asked. But she was still chuckling “I don’t know. I guess I have to ask each one that I have kissed to rate me” I said and we both laughed. We didn’t talk for a minute or so, and then she shocked me unexpectedly. “Will you teach me how to kiss” escaped her mouth as one word without spaces. “WHAT?” I exclaimed in shock. “You know, that idiot told me since I don’t even know how to kiss, my mouth is good only for sucking guy’s things. I’ve been burning ever since” she paused “But…but, you want me to teach you how to kiss?” I asked still being shocked by what Rachel had asked. “Yes. Is that a bad thing to ask from a cousin? I know no one that I can ask for something like that, you know” she murmured “Why me, I am your cousin, not your date?” I said suppressing the urge to kiss those beautiful lips at that very instant. “Jay! Who do I go to? Should I ask Dad, mom, dog, one of the cows or should I randomly pick a guy off the street? You are my best friend, do you know Jay. You can help me. If I asked for too much, you can forget about it and I’ll understand” Rachel chuckled holding my hand. You are not serious are you? We are cousins” I pushed back “And best friends, right” she gave a very innocent smile – that heat melting smile… “Just once! Show me just once how to kiss right” she begged “So, you are serous. But we can’t” I said softly, holding her hand once again. “Let’s try this evening. If you don’t want to after that, you don’t have to” she pleaded. “Hmm… Just once right?” “Yes” she smiled in delight. I kept thinking about what Rachel had asked me while selling berries that evening and couldn’t fully understand if I was happy or worried, but I knew I had a little dilemma at hand. On one hand, I wanted to help my cousin and kissing could yield perks. On the other hand it wouldn’t be right. After fighting with myself for a while, I finally came to conclusion that this wasn't about seduction or anything like that; it was about family, love and caring for my cousin and helping her deal with her emotions to regain her confidence. That evening, Rachel closed the stall by 5.30, closed front and back doors in a hurry, while I looked on in anticipation and sensing her thoughts, my heart pounded relentlessly. Since the stall had no light, it was dark inside for few moments until my eyes got adjusted to the sunlight that entered between wooden boards, just enough to see the other person standing right in front of you, my beautiful seventeen year old cousin Rachel. “Kiss me” she hissed as singing a song. By then, my eyes were adjusted enough to the dark and I was able to see Rachel with her neck moved forward in my direction with her lips rounded and her hands behind her back. It was now or possibly never to break the ice, I knew. I leaned forward and kissed her lips and pulled back swiftly. Rachel still waited for more. I did the same again, pulled back and took a good look at her. At that time, I couldn’t help but snicker the way she stood there patiently to be kissed. “Please tell me if I did something wrong” she grumbled. “No Rachel. Not that you did anything wrong. This is awkward. Do you want to kiss like lovers or cousins?” I asked hoping not to discourage her. “Kiss like lovers. Is that ok?” she purred. “Let’s get closer first. Then hug. After that let’s try kissing again” I said pulling her to me gently, placing one hand around her neck and other around waist to keep her cuddled against me. Then, my lips found hers and I began to kiss her sweet lips passionately as I can, even though Rachel just let me kiss her lips as I wished without returning a single kiss. Within a short time, I was hard. I kissed her lips more and in pure lust, I ran my tongue over her long neck and kissed it from ear to shoulder as she moaned. Fear of someone entering the hut interrupted my thoughts. I hurriedly stopped kissing and pushed her away gently. “This isn’t the right place to be for a kiss” I joked as she sighed and joined my laugh. “I though you got tired of my inexperience like Jake” she giggled fixing her blouse. “We don’t have to talk about Jake do we” I said to let her know my displeasure. “No we don’t. If you are not tired of me, we can go for a walk after diner. I’ll take you to a place where you can teach me more” Rachel said and her voice sounded different. I nodded yes. We got home and showered before diner as we were both sweaty and dirty after working in the berry farm all day. Rachel joined the dinner wearing a flowered dress down to her knees. Her hair was still wet from the shower and she looked absolutely gorgeous and her eyes gleamed and they seem to be different for some reason that I couldn’t pinpoint. Even before we started diner, she announced that we were going to visit one of her friend’s at her house for a little while after dinner. “You should. It is sunny and not a cloud in the sky today. I am sure Jay is tired of all the cloudy and rainy days he has seen so far” Aunt Sarah said. We walked down the main road. Once we got to the stall, she opened, went inside and came out with a black plastic bag, smiling as she held it and pointed at me. “What’s in it” I inquired. “I can’t tell you yet, but I have a plan” she giggled. We walked, once we got to the end of her property lined that is fenced, we turn and walk along the boundary. Again, at the end, we turned once more and walked along the far end of the fenced property till we came to a running creek, not too wide, shallow with tall trees on either side of the creek. “Right here” she said pointing to the fence were few barbwires were not in existence and entered back into her farm property. “Granddad kept an acre of land treed for some reason. We never did anything with it” she said and I noticed her face turning red. Perhaps thinking about why she brought me here. Once she found a place that she liked, she opened the plastic bag and pulled out a thin form pad and unrolled on the ground. “I don’t want anyone to see us” she hissed and she was still blushing. “No we don’t” I managed to get out through shaky lips, and it was my turn to blush. "Oh, you're going to think I'm terrible, planning this out like this" she said to braced me. “Better to be careful. Even though we are not doing anything bad” I said to calm myself down more than to support her. She stepped on the pad, looked smiling in nearly a laugh to overcome her nervousness. She waited for my lead. I gawk at her beauty, met her smiling eyes and at that moment, I knew that I would do nothing else than to hold her and kiss her. I stepped forward and held her in my arms, placed a soft kiss on her lips and laid sideways on the matt. Rachel soon joined. We stared at each other for what seemed to be hours without speaking a word. Then suddenly she melted into my arms. “Don’t look at me like that” she hummed. I placed one hand around her neck, bringing her to my waiting lips and placed the other around her hips, pulling her closer. “Mmmmm…” she said. And I kissed her passionately, perhaps engaging in kissing as never before. My tongue found its way in between her sweet lips. She stopped and slowly picked up after me by sucking it, swirling hers around mine. She moaned, her leg moved over mine and our pubic bones met. We embraced in a kiss as our tongues wrestled. I stopped kissing just to see her eyes and then kissed her face all over, advancing to her long neck again and further to her earlobe. I don’t know how long we kissed, but I knew that I was hard as a steel rod and wondered if she was wet. But I had no intentions of spoiling the moment. When I stopped kissing, Rachel seemed as she was in a trance. “Is this enough for a day?” I asked and kissed her elegant wet lips softly. “I like the way you held me and kissed me. I felt wanted by someone who cared for me very much” Rachel said, took my hand and kissed the back of it. “So, you know how to kiss now right. We don’t have to kiss again like we did today again right?” I joked. “I DO. I just said I liked how you made me feel. But I want to learn more how to do that tongue thing you did” she chucked. “So what else did you like?” “Gosh, everything” Rachel paused. “I don’t even know how to tell you how I felt when you kissed my neck and you know… Will you do that again tomorrow?” she looked at me like a little kitten waiting for her milk. “Sure” I said knowing very well that I could go on for hours kissing my gorgeous cousins lips and neck. “Let’s do it before we open the stall for business, ok?” She whirred “Sure, why not” I answered but how many times is my little cousin planning to give me blue-balls? We returned home after dropping the matt inside the blueberry stall. Next morning, I was up early having spent most of the night thinking about everything that led to kissing of my little cousin. Remembering what Rachel said about going to the stall early for more lessons as she put it, I got ready and rushed to the kitchen to have breakfast to find that she was already there sipping a cup of coffee. She smiled and greeted me and then made a cup of coffee for me while Aunt Sarah served the meal. Rachel had worn a dress that looked somewhat old instead of her typical attire that was either tight jeans or shorts and for a reason that I couldn’t quite pinpoint, she looked beautiful than ever. I ogled her voluptuous frame when no one was watching and she smiled after catching where my eyes traveled blissfully. “I don’t know why I am nervous today” she hissed as we walked to the blueberry farm. “We can skip what you wanted to do today. We can do it on a later day” I said to find her true feelings. “NO, NO, I didn’t mean like that. I am excited and nervous at the same time. But I am more existed than being nervous” she hummed. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Are we going to the treed area or stall?’ I asked wondering where she had in mind to practice kissing. “Treed area is more secluded don’t you think” she hummed again “Besides, I brought a sheet to spread on the ground from home, so we don’t have to stop at the stall” she giggled, turning left, instead of right from the blueberry patch to go towards the treed area. “Please don’t think that I am bad. I just want to learn to kiss right, but don’t want you to get caught” she said apologetically. Once we got to the same spot, she blushed again, looked around biting her lower lip, hesitated for a second holding the sheet and then placed it on the ground. At that moment, we stood either side of the sheet staring at each other. I smiled and Giggled and blushed simultaneously. Not wanting to prolong, I swiftly knelt, laid and turned sideways pulling her down by her hand. Once she lay beside me I brush her hair away from her gorgeous face. I pull her warm hand to my lips and gently kiss it. I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful eyes gleam when I did that. Next, I gave a soft kiss on lips and quickly moved on to her long neck and ear. Within moments, this beauty began to moan giving me hints what caused her arousal. More I kissed her neck, closer she came to me, cuddling tightly against me and holding me as if I may a reason to leave her cold. When she couldn’t take any more, she turned and begged to be kissed, moving her wet lips to mine. When kissing kicked into the next gear, I stuck my tongue in her mouth and let it be there allowing Rachel to go to town with it. She struggled at first, but managed to swirl her tongue around mine, suck and kiss before long, while my hands wandered on her back. It needs no mentioning that I was steel hard and my tent forced between her cloth covered thighs, but she didn’t seemed to pay much attention as she was deeply involved in kissing. I pondered if I should test the water, but decided not to take a chance. But when I placed a hand on her round buttock to pull her closer, she instantly moved closer. I let my hand remain their gently caressing her cheeks, which she didn’t mind at all. I separated from her only because my cock began to throb violently and I feared if I didn’t stop kissing her, I could very well end coming inside my pants. “I didn’t think kissing can be this tiring” Rachel giggled fixing her dress. Her eyes again traveled over my tent, looked away blushing and to my surprise she stared at it and smiled. Our kissing continued through the day at the blueberry stall. Whenever there were no customers, either I pulled her against a corner to kiss or she just came to hug me and then looking up to be kissed. Several times I held her by her rear, but was careful not to make it obvious by gripping them hard or fondling. It was after one of those instances that she stared at my bulge for a good length of time, blushing and then turning away with her hand over mouth. I swiftly tried to hide it, but how? “I didn’t mean to embarrass you” she giggled again. “I know it is hard for guys to mess around without getting aroused. I am sorry” she said calming down. “HARD? Yes, more than one way. But I’ll be ok in a few minutes” I assured her. “I’ll be better next time” she said, but I didn’t understand what she meant at the time. After lunch, she took my hand and sprinted between the blueberries to the secluded area. This time she stunned me by spreading the sheet and pushing me down to it hurriedly. No sooner I was on the ground facing up, she climbed on me bringing her sweet lips to mine. Having had luck keeping my hands on her back, I first caressed her back, quickly settling to slowly fondle her ass-cheeks. As our kissing picked up, so did my hands. They wandered even lower momentarily moving her dress up by its hem to place my hands over her undies, relentlessly paying tributes to her superb ass-cheeks. She moaned and my cock throbbed. It was impossible to her to not have felt my hard-on when it kept poking her on her stomach. “I know I was bad talking you to teach me stuff. Now I feel bad that I have been hurting you. If you like, I can do something to make you feel better” she hissed, pausing between words. Her face was red as her lips and her eyes once again seemed glossy. “What do you mean by helping me?” I asked hoping she had something good to offer. “If you think it is any consolation, I can touch you, I mean your thing to make it feel better” It took me few seconds before it dawn on me that she was offering me a hand-job. My cock twitched again and again in excitement. “Are you sure?” I asked looking into her lecherous eyes. “If that helps…. “She whispered, planted a kiss on my lips and looked on “It will definitely help” I said begging as I needed to explode like right then. “How do we, I mean what should I do?” she questioned getting on her knees besides me. I unzipped my pants, pulled it down together with my boxes as my cock sprang free right in front of her face. She chuckled closing her face with both hands. Her face was so red for a moment I feared her backing off from her offer, but she dropped her hands to sides to take a good look at my steel hard cock as she was mesmerized. “Oh, gush…” she exclaimed and sighed. My pre-cum leaking cock kept pulsing for tender loving care. Without a word, I took her hands, kissed them first and placed them over my cock. Her hands first toured it hesitantly and then her fingers moved from both directions, caressing it up and down without applying any pressure. She smiled as her hands moved bit faster. I gasped and grasped that she was too inexperience to know how to jack-off a guy, but soon she made a fist around the base of my cock with one hand and placed the other just above it, squeezed and went on to jack me off slowly. When our eyes met, she blushed and I groaned appreciating the bliss that she was bringing me. Her hands worked their way around my shaft, one hand also searching from my belly to sack, still feeling every inch with other hand. Pausing, she leaned and kissed my lips, pressing her breasts to my chest and then returned to play with my rod vigorously. As her hands traveled the length of my pre-cum oozing rod, so did her face that changed, her lips moved her eyes observed what her hands did. In short, it brought me immense pleasure with her hands that I never suspected a girl can bring handling my cock expertly. It also crossed my mind that she may have had enough experience jacking off guys to give such a hand-job, but I was in no mood to question her. My balls tightened as I neared orgasm. I howled like an animal reaching for her breasts that bounced with her hands, squeezed and moaned holding handful of her flesh in hand. She held the base with one hand and pumped me with the other as jet after jet of spunk shot out in the air. She kept jerking me till the last drop was milled and giggle like a 5 year old who had just witness a magic show when she was done. “That was awesome. Thank you” I kissed my cousin who still stood there with my cock in hand. “I hope that helped” she giggled. “You had more milk than a cow” she said cleaning me first and then drying her hands with the sheet. “You know milking more than I do, but let me tell you, you really have the touch to milk” I snickered.