Licks

By Candy

© 2010

 

 

My name is Lucy.  My parents died in a car crash when I was 13, and I went to live with my aunt and uncle on my mom’s side.  They had a girl, my cousin Amelia who was close to my age, but except for family stuff like weddings and funerals, I never really got to know her.  Sharing a bedroom with her was awkward at first.  Eventually things thawed though she was shy, not outgoing like me.  I wondered if it was a ‘looks’ thing, since I was blond and had boobs already.

 

One night I heard her masturbating.  I knew those sounds.  She was very vocal and so I sort of cheered her on.  She freaked, like forgetting I was there.

 

“Don’t worry.  I do that all the time,” I told her.

 

“You do?”

 

“You have to be quiet, though.”

 

Hearing her made me horny, so it was my turn.  I slipped off my pajamas and my panties and began to finger myself.  Soon I was wet and throbbing.

 

Suddenly, Amelia said, “Can I see?”

 

She knelt by my bed and watched me stroke my clit.  Unexpectedly, she touched my leg and that’s when I came.  My orgasm scared her and she jumped back into her own bed.

 

“Don’t be afraid.  Come back here.”  I scooted over and she got in next to me.  She confessed that she felt like a nympho, thinking of sex all the time and jilling off three or more times a day.

 

“You look so good, so peaceful when you do it,” she said.  “I kinda go crazy and make a lot of noise.”

 

I said, “I think once I go all the way with a boy, I’ll make more noise.”

 

She giggled.  “I can’t imagine doing it with a boy.”  I told her about one boy who fondled me all over but we didn’t go all the way.  “What was he like?” she asked.

 

“Just a dumb jock.  A hunk but he wasn’t very gentle, mashing his hands all over me.  I have sensitive nipples but he was too rough and it didn’t feel good at all.  He was hairy too—yuck.”

 

“I’m kinda hairy.  Am I yucky?”

 

“You’re not yucky.  Girls are different.  Let me see.”  She reluctantly let me look at her pussy.  “That’s cute.  Want me to show you how to trim it so you’ll be okay in a bikini?”

 

“I don’t have a bikini.”

 

“You have a cute body, Amelia.  Why not show it off?  You want me to talk with your mom about getting one like mine?” which I showed her.

 

“That’s so small,” she said.

 

“No it’s not, compared to other girls at the beach.”

 

We talked some more about swimsuits and boys and she fell asleep cuddled against me.  It felt good having her warm body next to mine.

 

I showed Aunt Shirley my suit, and explained that Amelia was older now and needed a more modern swimsuit.  “Not skimpy,” I told her, but at least modern.  I think Aunt Shirley didn’t want to disappoint me more than please Amelia but the result was the same.  We went shopping and I helped my cousin pick out a cute polka-dot bikini that complemented her dark complexion.

 

That night, I said, “Now you have to be trimmed.”  I took out a razor and shave stuff I use sometimes and showed her how.  She was nervous at first but soon relaxed as I trimmed her smooth.  “You like it smooth?” I asked.

 

“What do you do?” she asked me.  “You look smooth too but I haven’t seen you shave.”

 

“I shave every once in a while but I’m kinda light, so it doesn’t show much.  You’re darker though, so you’ll have to shave more often.”  I told her about waxing but neither one of us had the resources to have that done.  I thought of my mom telling me all about bikini waxes and girl stuff like that and I cried a little, remembering her and missing her so much.

 

Amelia understood.  She held me close as I cried.  Then she surprised me with a kiss.  Soon we were touching each other.  She had an orgasm very quickly, though I didn’t.  After, she giggled and said, “I’m sorry about what happened but I’m glad you’re living here.”

 

“I’m glad too.”  As we did the night before, we fell asleep together in my bed.

 

Amelia was so looking forward to wearing her bikini.  She got the chance the following Saturday when we had good weather and Aunt Shirley took us to the town swimming pool.  At the pool, she teased me about boys.

 

“See that guy over there?  He’s got a big one, see his shorts?  I bet he’s getting stiff looking at you,” she said, then laughed.

 

“No, he’s looking at you.”

 

“But you’re the one with the boobs.”

 

“You’ve got boobs too.  Yours are pointy and guys like that.”  Just thinking about boys got her nipples hard.  We sure didn’t pick that particular suit for that reason, but it looked to be a bonus the way her nipples could be seen poking at her top, especially after we went into the water and her top got wet.  We both laughed as she began showing off, strutting about, poking out her chest so her pointy nipples stood out prominently.  “See, boys are looking, tee-hee,” she giggled.

 

That night she was in my bed again and we talked about how boys looking at us made her feel.  “I bet you were wet,” I said.

 

“Still are,” she said.

 

I felt her and she shuddered and pressed against me.  We made love, mostly fingers but she wanted to lick me and I let her.  We both tried not to make noise.

 

All summer we teased the boys and then teased each other.  The phrase “kissing cousins” came true.  I miss my mom and dad, and cry a lot thinking of them, but Amelia has helped me adjust (she’s more open now, so maybe I helped her too.)  One evening as we were getting ready for bed, I noticed a shampoo bottle in the shower that was the right size.

 

“I’m gonna use this,” I told Amelia.

 

She watched me, enthralled as I officially lost my virginity to a cylindrical plastic bottle.

 

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” I cried as I picked up the pace of shoving the bottle in and out of me; deeply, as deep as I could take it.  What little discomfort I felt as my hymen shredded was soon replaced by sheer pleasure.  I knew this orgasm would be different, and probably so did Amelia, who sat cross-legged at the foot of my bed, engrossed by my masturbatory exhibition.

 

“Oh my,” I heard her murmur once, though I wasn’t looking at her; my eyes were closed, my mind fantasizing.

 

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I sang, as the most intense contractions I ever felt radiated through my body, as my back arched and my hips danced, before the utterly amazing, warm release enveloped me like a wave at the beach.  “Ohhhhh, myyyyyyy, Godddddddd!” I screamed.

 

“Oh my God,” Amelia echoed as she fingered herself to an accompanying climax.

 

“Are you girls okay?” Aunt Shirley said from outside the bedroom door.  We scurried to get under the covers before she came in.  She popped her head in and said, “I heard some loud noises from in here.  I wanted to be sure you were okay.”

 

“Yes, Auntie, we’re okay, just kinda foolin’ around, that’s all, I said.”  Amelia didn’t say anything, simply nodding her head in agreement.

 

My aunt probably saw that though we were under the bedcovers, we didn’t have our pajamas on, for she then said, “You know, there are things young girls may…try, experiment with…that aren’t healthy for them in the long run.”  She looked at Amelia and added, “If you have those…feelings…to try things, I hope you realize you can talk to me about them.”

 

After Aunt Shirley closed the door, Amelia burst out with “She knows!”

 

“Of course she knows.  She obviously knows what an orgasm sounds like, and we sure made a lot of those sounds.”  That put us both into a giggling fit.  “Come over here,” I said, and she moved in beside me in my bed, where we snuggled together.

 

“I like your breasts,” Amelia said as she played with them.  “I can’t wait to have big ones like yours, if I ever do.”

 

“Stop that.  Yours are very suckable.”  And that’s what I did, suckling on her puffy nipples until she cooed and begged for more.  I fingered her as I sucked and she soon came, though working hard not to scream this time.

 

After, she asked, “Do you think my mom was right, that what we’re doing is unhealthy?”

 

“Naw, older people still think it’s wrong for two girls or two guys to have sex, but it’s so natural.  No way it’s wrong.”

 

“Guys have sex?  Yuck!”

 

I laughed.  “Sure, silly, why not?  It’s not yucky just like we’re not yucky.”

 

“But, like, what do they do?”

 

“Well, they suck on each other’s dick and sometimes have sex but put it in the ass ’cause that’s all they have for a hole.”

 

“Now THAT’S yucky!”  We both laughed heartily to what she said.

 

“Lucy, do you think we’re like, lesbians or something?”

 

“I kinda doubt it, especially the way we look at boys.  No, someday we’ll have sex with boys and get married and all that.  Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves for now.”

 

“Mmmmm, I think I’ll enjoy myself right now,” she said, and went down on me, licking and nibbling to her heart’s content.

 

“Amelia, you are a little sex-ball.”

 

“Um-um” she answered, muffled between my wet pussy lips.  More amazing orgasms, more muffled cries before we fell asleep.

 

The next morning I found her working the shampoo bottle furiously between her splayed legs.  “You should maybe finish that in the shower.  There’s a little blood and you don’t want your mother to see that.” 

 

We showered together as I worked the shampoo bottle in and out of her from behind her bent-over form.  She put her fist at her mouth to stifle the cry about to come.  Even with that, she was still loud.

 

“That’s what it will feel like with a boy, right?” she asked as she dried off.

 

“I’m sure, though we may end up disappointed if the boy isn’t as big around as that bottle.”

 

More giggling.

 

The remainder of the summer was spent just like that: at the pool checking out boys and being checked out; bedtimes playing under the sheets; and stifling our orgasmic cries.  Amelia’s boobs had a spurt of growth and she was pleased at that, admiring herself in the mirror whenever she could.  I helped her stay smooth and she liked that too.  The shampoo bottle got a workout, and when it was empty we refilled it to keep it around.  If Aunt Shirley noticed, she didn’t say anything.

 

“We should start calling that bottle ‘our bf,’ ” she said one day, and that got us laughing really hard.

 

Our summer was idyllic, but as with most things in life, due to change.  Amelia truly was a nympho and soon was fucking just about every boy in school.  I warned her about using condoms but eventually she got pregnant.  Aunt Shirley and Uncle Joe were devastated, yet they were against abortion so Amelia became a statistic—a teen mother.

 

As for me, I never slept with a boy.  I’m an avowed lesbian and I look back at that summer with my cousin to helping me realize how sweet it was to make love to another woman.  I have toys now to replace that well-used shampoo bottle, and I have a foxy, hot girlfriend, who adores my pussy, to take care of the rest.

 

I speak with Amelia every once in a while.  She has two kids now, was married for a short while, and still fucks anyone who even looks at her with a small glimmer of lust.  She doesn’t talk about “our” summer at all.

 

Maybe I disappointed my aunt and uncle too, with my “unhealthy” lifestyle, but I have too much to live for to let that get in the way of the love I have for the people who took me in and raised me as their own.

 

Got to go now.  Julie’s pouring some wine for me, and that’s a signal we’re in for a hot night of loving licks and screaming orgasms.

 

Ciao!

 

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