Author: Ampven
Title: First touch
Keywords: bf, nosex, inc

It was summer again. I was just twelve and I enjoyed masturbation
alot, at least two times a day. I had discovered that it was more
pleasant if I filled my mind with fantasies about girls. Since I had
never found porn magazines at home, I was used to use swimsuites and
lingeries catalogues to help my fantasy. They were my mother's stuffs:
she had a clothing store for women.

I almost hated summer. It was mostly because we always went visit my
uncle Victor and aunt Mary who lived in a southern state of the
country, and I hated my uncle and his rules. My friends were always
telling me stories about their cool summers at their uncles' homes,
how they had fun and everything. On the contrary, my summers were even
more rules-constrained than my everyday life. Summer sucks, I thought.

My aunt was fine, I loved her, and she was used to give me some money
when my uncle wasn't watching (he was also mingy), so that I could buy
toys my parents denied me. This was the only reason why I stood cold
calm when my parents -- big smile on their faces as if it were really
fun -- announced once again that we were leaving, heading south. Like
if it were something new.

Unlike me, my elder sister Jean loved our summers in the south. For
real. It was because her best friend was my cousin Ann. They were both
fifteen years old and I could understand they had a lot to share, but
unfortunately it was not so between me and my cousin Mark: he was
almost eighteen at the time and the age difference made our friendship
unlikely. He wasn't searching for the company of a little boy like me.

That summer, however, I started to look forward for each next one in
anticipation, full of expectation, desire and lust for my cousin Ann.

----

"Alex, Alex!" I heard the voice of my sister calling me as if I were
in a dream. In fact I fell asleep few minutes after we left. Three
hours later my dad was parking the car in front of my uncle and
aunt's house.

Sleepy and hungry (it was dinner time) I got out of the the car and
followed Jean walking towards the opened front door where my uncle
stood waiting for us.

"Hey, you two!" Dad called us. He had opened the trunk to take our
luggages and wanted some help to carry them in.

"Let's say hello to uncle Victor first!" howled Jean.

I shrugged, hailed uncle Victor with a hasty hug and went to the
kitchen where aunt Mary was setting the table.

"Your dad drives every year slower" she said hugging me warmly. "Are
you hungry? I see you are. Have a seat, your cousins are coming." Then
he cried: "Mark! Ann! Your cousins are just arrived and the dinner is
ready!"

I heard two pairs of footsteps from the stairwell; one pair was coming
towards the kitchen while the other one went towards the front
door. Mark entered while I heard Ann say hello to Jean and Jean
squeaked "Oh my God, you look so gorgeous, and look at your tan!"

Mark waved to me a typical tough "hey man" and took seat. "What have
you cooked, mom?"

"Leave them in the corridor" said uncle Victor supposedly to dad and
mom who were carrying our luggages in. "Come, it's late and you must
be hungry."

"Ha," said mom when she entered the kitchen and saw me sitting with a
fork in my hand. "Sorry, my lord, because we make your majesty wait
while we work hard also for your royal happyness!"

"I have only a tiny light luggage," I told in my defence. Then I was
struck by the sight of my cousin Ann. For some reason I hadn't noticed
it before, but she was really gorgeous, as my sister said. She had
something different since the past summer. Maybe she was more woman,
or maybe it was because of the tan, which made her more exotic -- by
the way, I noticed in that moment that also uncle Victor, aunt Mary,
and Mark was tanned, but Ann's skin was the darkest.

"We took a one month vacation in Corsica" explained aunt Mary
interpreting my fixity as a question about their tan. But the truth
was that I was staring at Ann's feminine beauty. Quenching my eyes
with her shape, I realized a probable reason why I was noticing her so
much now: she wore an orange thin and light sundress, long enough to
cover her buttocks and not more than a quarter of her perfectly tanned
thighs; she was without bra, so I could know the exact shape of her
small and firm tits. She looked very much like one of those models I
had seen on my mom's lingeries magazines.

"You're too young to dribble like that on your cousin!"

It was my sister's voice speaking. I blushed and hissed: "I was
wondering why she's so dark, you idiot!"

My sister grinned. I moved my lips to form the word "bitch".

Ann smiled mercifully at me and explained: "I am still sunbathing on
the roof top, that's why I'm more tanned than 'em."

Everyone took seat. With my disappointment, Ann didn't sit near me --
I hoped to be in a good position to take a better look at her
legs. Even though this chance was denied, during the whole dinner my
prick wasn't limp, and when it happened Ann stood up to take
something, for example to refill the jug of water, I couldn't help
following her like if my eyes was glued to her figure. It drove me
crazy seeing how her sundress fluttered as she was waddling through
the kitchen to reach the fridge or the sink. It seemed always about to
reveal her panties.

Mark was talking with dad about his future at the university, aunt and
mom were chatting about recipes, uncle seemed very focused on the food
he was eating, and so it seemed Ann. I could ogle her as much as I
needed to memorize every possible details I would use later in the
bathroom, if only I wasn't feeling my sister's eyes on me. She was
clearly sabotaging me by controlling where I was looking.

I turned my head to her just to catch her mocking smile.

"So you visited Corsica" I said to Ann trying to begin a
conversation. I felt inside a sort of turmoil and a need to interact
with her someway. Then I added: "I've never been in Italy."

She smirked: "Corsica is not in Italy."

Jean took advantage to mock me again. "You're the dumbest boy on this
planet, loser."

Jean usually didn't talk to me like that, but for some reason she was
attaking me everytime she could. I couldn't understad why, but neither
could I accept it silently.

"Ann, do you wanna know a secret about Jean?" I asked wickedly. I was
thinking about telling the story of Kevin. Kevin was a schoolmate of
mine whom Jean had to kiss because she had lost a bet with her friend
Matilda. The bet was this: to flash her breast to Donald in the
school's corridors -- Donald was considered the sexiest boy in the
school -- and then ask him out. But Jean hadn't had the guts to do
that, so she had to peck Kevin, who told me and everyone else about
his first 'kiss' with my sister as his first love success.

Jean turned pale and seemed very worried, almost scared. That made me
think there was a really important actual secret she believed I could
know and that she didn't want to reveal to a such a small
audience. Anyhow she conquered her cold back in few instants, likely
just the time to realize I couldn't know *that* secret. So I knew my
sister had a huge secret which could make her shiver.

"So, loser, what about this secret of mine? Tell us, come on, I
challenge you," she said confidently.

"Better you don't" I said, bluffing. I took my time: I chewed my bite
calmly. After having swallowed, I said: "However Corsica isn't so far
from Italy."

"Actually it's a French island," told aunt Mary, "but it could have
been Italian as well." Then continued to chat about recipes with mom.

"See?" I said sticking my tongue towards Jean. I gave my attention
back to Ann. "Corsica" I said mumbling. "Is it a great place, isn't
it."

"Yeah," she smiled. The topic seemed not to interest her too much.

We had a very good dinner, as usual: my aunt was a great cook. We were
all very tired, so decided to go to bed. My bed was set in Mark's
room, Jean's one in the Ann's room, and the guest bedroom was all for
dad and mom. Everything as usual, except that I went to sleep thinking
about my cousin Ann and how to spend the larger amout of time with
her. I wasn't totally aware of why I wanted that, and what I thought I
could do with her. The only thing I knew was that I felt some kind of
energy which was shaking and confusing me. I knew that this energy was
of sexual kind: I had to masturbate two times, one after another, and
nonetheless I had another erection when I was in bed. I decided to
sleep lying on my stomach instead of my back.

----

I woke up at 10 AM. Mark's bed was already void -- he told me about
something he had to do during the day, but I was already half asleep
and didn't care anyway. I cared only about Ann: I opened my eyes
wondering if she were already awake.

I explored the rooms like a zombie. On the second floor, where
bedrooms are, there weren't anybody. It seemed like I was the last one
to wake up.

I heard the television downstairs.

When I entered the living room, I saw there was Ann alone, still in
her orange sundress she wore the day before.

"Good morning" I said smiling and shamelessly staring at her crossed
legs. The sundress was so short that with her legs crossed I could see
the higher part of her thigh, up to where the buttock begins. It was a
mesmerizing sight.

"Morning." She answered mechanically, without moving her eyes away
from the TV.

I sat on the coach on her right and watched whatever the TV was
broadcasting. It was channel four, a show about fitness.

"I don't think you need it" I said as a compliment about her shape. I
swallowed, my heart rate increased. I was thinking about seducing my
first girl, who happened to be also my cousin. It must have looked
very clumsy, even for a twelve years old boy. She seemed to ignore my
flattery.

We watched at the show for two minutes or three. Then she said:
"Jean's sunbathing on the roof top, I think I'm gonna join her."

She stood up and walked away without looking at me at all. When she
was on the first step I heard her voice saying: "Do not dare to
come and peep us taking the sun in topless."

That set my imagination on fire. I was trying to imagine her tanned
tits and her nipples. They wasn't big: my sister had them bigger, but
for some reason I had never wished to see them -- I was thinking
about it now and found myself trying to compare their breasts as I
could imagine.

My prick became hard, so I went to the bathroom to find peace. I
needed to masturbate twice to make it limp again.

----

It was lunch time and our parents weren't back home yet. Jean and Ann
were still sunbathing and I was on the couch changing TV channels but
giving no attention to whatever it appeared on the screen. My
imagination's eyes were still making fantasies, and I had another
hard-on.

I heard footsteps, and an instant later Ann was in the leaving room. I
couldn't help staring at her tits covered by the orange sundress: I
was trying to impress the image to be able to shape them more easily
in my fantasies.

She noticed and smiled. "What? Have I a stain on my chest?" She looked
down pretending she was checking if there was a stain on her dress.

I was able to see her roundish nipples, it seemed to me that they was
poiting at me yelling "suck me, suck me!"

She went into the kitchen, I heard the water running, and then she was
back in the living room. She came near me and took a moisturizer can
that she left on the table before she went upstairs.

*What was she going to do with that?* I thought forcing myself to
watch the TV, but I was incredibly aware of every little move she was
doing.

I heard other footsteps; they were Jean's. I was annoyed: I wished to
be alone with Ann so that I could do my move on her, but of course I
couldn't do anything if Jean were around. Time was passing and the
likelihood that our parents were back was increasing.

I felt defeated. My heart was pumping and my penis was weakly
throbbing: I was feeling some kind of need towards action, even if I
wasn't sure what exactly I wanted to do.

Jean stood for a while in front of the TV, then she announced she was
going to shower. That made me hope I could release this tension I was
experiencing. I thought I could touch myself playing the innocent
child card who doesn't know what he does.

My eyes were still set on the TV screen: I was trying to divert my
mind from her body -- damn, she was so close, I could feel her
warm. I was trying to resist the temptation to do something, mostly
because I feared she could slap me or scream: Jean would have heard
and she would have called me pervert for the rest of my days. More
than this, I would have felt shame and I could not have looked Ann's
eyes again.

I was scared also that our parents entered the room in the very moment
I was doing my move.

While I was thinking all these things, I hadn't realized my right hand
was gently rubbing my prick through the trousers. Suddenly I turned
towards Ann to check if she noticed.

She was attentively looking at the screen and shaking the can. She
seemed to ignore me completely, so I kept looking at her, her contour
was so womanish and sexy that my breath rate increased.

Then it happened.

She opened the can and sprayed the cream on her right hand, pulled up
the hem of the sundress, revealing her white knickers -- or maybe it
was a swimsuite, I couldn't say -- which weren't too much sexy, but I
had to change my mind when she pushed aside the lower-right band in
order to uncover her right tanned buttock. And she started to smear
the cream on it.

She acted as if I wasn't there. If I had had the time to think about
it twice, I would have avoided anything that could have made her
remembering about me, so that I could have kept watching the scene in
awe and excitement, as if I were watching an adult film.

But it wasn't a film and my mind knew it. This is why my left hand
moved istinctively, reached her buttock and slithered under her own
hand, stealing from it the task of smearing the cream -- but it was
just rubbing and feeling. My eyes were fixed on my hand playing her
buttock. I was panting faster.

I don't know why I stopped: suddenly I withdrew my hand and turned my
head to the TV again, continuing as I had done nothing. My eyes were
looking in front of me but my mind was focused on every signal coming
from the peripheral view. I 'saw' she was back smearing and rubbing
her own buttock, as if my touch was a sort of pause. A pause she
allowed without saying a word.

I played the scene again and again in my mind, trying to see and
memorize every detail I hadn't knowingly recorded. I realized about
her meaty mound and the fact she was hairy down there. It seemed to me
that a curly tangle of pubic hairs where visible through the fabric of
her white knickers, and it was responsible for the mound-look of that
perturbing zone.

I was agiteted and even though she hadn't said anything, I thought she
was very upset with me. I imagined that she could mock me in
retaliation by telling Jean what I had done. I imagined them laughing
and calling me lame.

She finished with her right buttock, but instead of starting the same
procedure with the other one, she left, which to me was a confirmation
she was upset with me and didn't want to continue in the same room,
maybe fearing I could try again to touch her.

I kept watching the TV, but to say the truth I was musing about what
had happened and mostly what would have come next. I was afraid she
would have told Jean, and then surely Jean would have reported about
her pervert brother to mom and dad.

I thought it was the begin of the end. Luckly I was wrong.