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part 2...

This is a work of fiction.  It's dirty.  If you shouldn't be
reading this type of story, or you already know you'll be
offended...or if you even THINK you MIGHT be
offended, sign off and go watch the new shows on TV.


Cousin's Delight
by Eric Shon
Part 2

     I spent the rest of the day up at Lake Wetauga
sort of following around my suddenly sexy cousin.  We
played volleyball with my parents and her parents, and
my Dad's other sister and her husband.  She was the
youngest in his family, and had only recently had a baby,
which was in a baby seat in the pavilion, sleeping.  The
smaller kids, as always, wanted to play, but only messed
up the game whenever the ball came to them.  Of course,
whenever the ball came to me, I messed up the game
because I was too busy staring at Carol's ass bouncing
around in her bikini.  Fortunately for me I had grown
somewhat accustomed to the sight, so I could derive
pleasure from it without sporting wood.  When Aunt
Kathy's baby woke up, the game totally fell apart as
everyone went to hover around her.  Carol and I just sort
of volleyed the ball back and forth over the net for a
while until she decided she wanted to go back in the
water.
     Naturally I followed her.  We waded into the
water, talking small talk, and I was both afraid and
hopeful that she would ask me more questions about
blowjobs.  
     She jumped track as soon as she felt safely out of
earshot of anybody up the beach.  "So, does
your...penis...really get long and stiff and hard?"  Forget
the small talk, get right to the point!!
     I tried to hide my shock at the question, and
simply said, "Yes it does."  I felt strangely like I was
teaching a physiology class.
     "I think I felt yours when we were playing in the
water."
     I nearly fell into the water as my heart slipped out
of my chest and bounced around a couple of times.  She
HAD noticed!  I stammered, "Nah, um, no."
     "Did I make it do that?" she asked, without even
hesitating for an instant, a slight smile playing across her
lips.
     I was still struggling with her first question when
this one hit me square in the chest.  Just then we heard
splashing behind us.
     "Hey guys!  The water's nice!"  It was my Mom.
     Carol turned around and said, "Hi Aunt Ellen!" 
and started walking back toward her.
     My Mom looked at me and said, "So I see you're
not having such a bad time after all, huh?"  I shrugged
my shoulders.  Mom smiled and said, "It looks like you
two have finally found something to talk about."  And
then, looking at me, she said, "Or is it YOU that has the
crush this year!"
     "Mo-om!"  I shouted, thoroughly embarrassed.
     "Oh, stop!"  she said.  "It was so cute watching
Carol follow you all around the lake last year."  I rolled
my eyes at her specifically because I knew it made her
crazy.  "Oh, stop, you big baby!"  And she leapt forward,
trying to dunk me, and I dodged and grabbed her arms
and easily dunked her instead.  I was so embarrassed I
entertained the thought of drowning her, but I figured
that might make my Dad a little angry, so I let it pass.  I
let her up, and she stood with a half-dazed look on her
face.  "I guess THOSE days are over!  My little baby's
growing up!"
     Mom stayed and chatted with us, mainly with
Carol, but I stayed out there stealing glances at Carol's
tits.
     Before long my Dad was packing up the
Suburban, and suddenly I didn't want this day to end.  I
had spent the whole day with Carol, and Bethy and Tyler
were inseparable from Tina.  Then I heard my Aunt
Linda's husband, Don, say to my Dad, "You know,
Steve, with my promotion this year I got a third week of
vacation.  I'm not doing anything this week, and the kids
seem to be getting along so nicely...why not let Johnny
and Bethy and Tyler come spend the week with us?"
     "I don't know, Don." Dad replied.  They're a
handful, and they didn't bring any extra clothes with
them."
     "That's OK.  Johnny can wear some of my old
stuff, Bethy can wear Tina's clothes...they'd be swapping
them anyway!  And Tyler, well he'll probably spend all
his time in the pool, so all he'll need is his trunks!!  If he
needs anything else, we'll just buy it.  Come on, Steve. 
It's only a week."
     Dad looked at Mom, and she just gave him the
"it's fine with me if it's fine with you" look.  Bethy and
Tyler were screaming, "Yeah Dad!!  I wanna go!  Let us
go!  We'll be good..." and on and on.  
     Dad looked at me.  "John?"   I tried to give as
indifferent a nod as I could without betraying my
excitement.  A whole week looking at Carol's tits and
ass!  My dick was already getting hard at the thought.
     "All right, Johnny!"  I hated 'Johnny' worse than I
hated 'John.'  "Feel like learning the game of golf this
week, kid?"
     I feigned enthusiasm for the world's most boring
game.  "Cool!"
     All the vehicles were loaded up, and my parents
were giving us all good-bye hugs and kisses.  I climbed
into the farthest back seat in Uncle Don's Dodge van and
was not entirely surprised to see Carol heading back
there with me.  We sat and waited for the adults to stop
prolonging the departure, but they had to hammer out the
details for  getting us back home at the end of the week. 
     As The Suburban pulled away, it was a strange sight,
seeing both my parents together in the front seat, and
nobody else with them  It seemed there was always one
of us kids with either or both of them at some time or
another.  I wondered what they were going to do all
alone for a week without us kids around!
     It was an even longer drive to Uncle Don's and
Aunt Linda's house; about three hours.  Tyler and Tina
and Bethy occupied the middle seat and were trading
jokes with Aunt Linda.  Carol, beside me, was nodding
off within a half-hour.  With the few minutes of
remaining daylight making it through the window, I got
as much of an eyeful as I could get of Carol's tanned legs
and the tops of her breasts, all that was revealed by the
beach robe she had put on.  An hour into the trip the
three younger kids were zonked out, and Carol had
finally let sleep overtake her, too, and her head had come
to rest on my shoulder.  I liked this, so I tried to remain
still so that she wouldn't sit back up or lean to the other
side.  I had started feeling drowsy myself, but then Carol
shifted, making me alert again.  She grunted and sat up,
turned her body toward me and rested against me, this
time pressing one breast into my arm, and resting her
cheek on my bare shoulder.  Then her arm fell to my
chest, her hand splayed across my solar plexus.  With
each bump in the road, her hand slid down another inch
until it was resting against my abdomen, her thumb
covering my navel.
     Carol shifted again, pushing with the hand resting
on my belly, and it just slid down right over my cock,
which immediately started filling with blood, and was
soon up to it's swollen capacity, right underneath her
hand!  I was half-ready to gently remove it, but the other
half wanted her hand there.  The other half won, and I
just sat there, hard-on throbbing, looking at her hand in
the twilight, resting on my cock.  I felt her hand move a
little, and then felt a slight squeeze.  Then she raised her
head up and looked down at my lap, and said, "Oh my
goodness!"  She looked into my eyes as she gripped my
prick through the thin material of my trunks.  "It's so
hard and warm, J!"
     As she squeezed, I could only gasp and grunt.  I
was also afraid that her parents could hear us, even
though they were all the way up front and had the radio
on.
     Then, before I even had a chance to protest,
Carol said, "I gotta see it!" and pulled the waistband of
my trunks out and down.  "Ohhh!  WOW!!" she gasped
as it stood, free of the constricting trunks.  She released
the waistband of the trunks, which snapped painfully
against the base of my cock.  As I winced, she said, "Oh! 
I'm sorry!" slid her hand under the waistband, gripped the
base, and began rubbing to soothe the pain.  
     Her fingers scraped across the top of my balls,
and she said, "Hey..."  She sat up fully, pulled the
waistband out further, and cupped my balls.  "That feels
nice!" she breathed as she gently squeezed them.  
At that I threw my head back and whimpered. 
She looked up at me and said, 'Want me to suck it like
your girlfriend?"  
     I whimpered another "HUHH?!" shaking my
head, but she only smiled, a look of innocent wild
wonder in her eyes.
     "I want to suck it!"  And she lowered her head to
my lap.  "Like this?"  She stuck her tongue out and ran it
up the underside of my dick, stopping just at the cleavage
of the head.  I could feel the cool air in the van against
the wet trail her tongue left.
     I shook my head violently, certain that we'd be
caught.  She saw me and said, "No?  How about this?" 
And she opened her mouth just enough to let my dick
slide in.  When the rim around my dick head passed her
lips she stopped, and then she began sucking.  I felt the
pre-cum escape as it was suctioned out, and my hips
bucked involuntarily, driving another inch of me into her
mouth.  
     Again I shook my head.  If Uncle Don caught us,
my Dad would ground me until I finished college...that is
if Uncle Don didn't KILL me!
     Carol looked up at me and said, "Still no?  Damn! 
I did just what you said your girlfriend does.  How about
this?"  She returned her mouth to my cock, and this time
she engulfed the head in her mouth and began bobbing
her head up and down, all the while sucking the life out
of me.
     "OHGODYES!"  I don't remember formulating
the words.  They just came out of my mouth in a sharp
hiss.  To Carol that was the approval she was looking
for, so she doubled her efforts, sucking and stroking my
dick in her mouth in a frenzy.  My eyeballs rolled 180
degrees back in their sockets as my dick for the first time
received attention from something other than my own
hands!
     By this point I didn't care if we were caught by
Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Dad, Mom, the Reverend Billy
Graham, the Pope, or Father Time.  My hand came to
rest on Carol's back and I started pistoning my hips,
driving my cock into and out of her mouth.  In all the
fantasies I had had up to that point about blowjobs, I
never imagined the sound of someone's lips slurping
around the shaft.  It seemed to echo throughout the
confines of the van, but her parents were oblivious to the
sound.
     Carol pulled her head up with a slight pop off of
my dick, and said, "When does your stuff shoot out?"
     All I could muster was "Real soon!" and I
grabbed the back of her head.  But she needed no help. 
She eagerly gobbled me right back up and resumed her
pace.
     I felt the expansion behind my testicles begin.  It
was still a new sensation to me then, as I had only first
felt it a year and a half before while in the shower,
soaping myself up and realizing that the action along my
swollen penis felt REALLY good, and then realizing I
couldn't really stop my hand from stroking until BAM!!  I
was hosing off the shower curtain!
     My cock felt like it was expanding against Carol's
lips, and my hips broke from their frantic rhythm and
started undulating up and down in much slower strokes. 
I don't know if it was instinct, or just that she felt a need
to hold on to something, but Carol caressed my balls, and
then gave them a gentle squeeze...and that sent me over
the edge.  My hips locked in the up position, my chin
drove down into my chest, and my hands flew to Carol's
back and head.  I felt the first spurt launch from
somewhere around my toes, and I screamed.  "AHK! 
GODDD!  AUGH!  OH!  JEEZES!"
     The spunk, pent up from a full day of teasing,
crotch peeks, and dirty talk, hit Carol directly in the back
of the throat.  Her eyes widened and she pulled her head
off of my cock so she could watch me come.  The second
spurt launched just as her lips cleared the end of my
penis, and ricocheted off of her lips and cheek, which
elicited a loud cackle from Carol.  The third and fourth
spurts arced into the air, landing on her tits, my belly and
thighs, and on the seat-back in front of us.
     Aunt Linda called out from the co-pilot's chair,
"Carol, quit bothering J, now, hon."  
     The rest of the cum came out in little spurts and
then dribbles that ran down my cock and formed a
puddle at the base.  Carol smacked her lips and said,
"That tastes weird."  And then she wrapped her mouth
around my cock again and cleaned the cum off of it.  
     Carol sat up and looked deeply into my eyes and
said, "I liked that.  Did you?"  
     I could neither nod nor shake my head because of
the mixed emotions I was feeling.  Most of all, I had
enjoyed it immensely.  But very clear in my mind was
that Uncle Don would probably dismantle me with an ax
if he found out what had just gone on between his
daughter and his nephew only ten feet behind his back! 
So in response to Carol's question, I merely closed my
eyes and laid my head back.  
     It struck me as odd that, as I lay back, the closing
strains of a Rolling Stones song beat quietly from the
radio: "Yo!  Yo!  You'd make a dead man come!"  The
song had already been half over when Carol first ran her
tongue up the length of my cock.  The whole encounter
had lasted less than 90 seconds!  To this day, when I hear
"Start Me Up," my dick gets hard.
     Carol snuggled against me, her head in the crook
of my shoulder, and her hand wrapped snugly around my
penis.  We slept that way until Uncle Don opened the
sliding door on the side of the van.  We were parked in
their driveway.  Thanks to the middle seat and an
obnoxious, crabby Tyler, Carol was able to slip her hand
unnoticed from inside my trunks.
     We unpacked the van, and my siblings and I
spread out on the living room floor for the night.  I lay
there for about an hour reflecting on the events of the
previous two hours and I realized that I didn't feel the
need to jerk off after all!
     This was going to be an interesting week.




Let me know if you still think I should keep going with this one!

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