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.