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   Part 4....

   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 Part 4 by Eric Shon





   Later that same evening, having worn the same clothes for two days, and
having made some effort to hide the cum stains on them, I decided it was
time to take a shower.  That sort of started a trend and it was pretty late
by the time that Uncle Don got in, complaining about the cold water coming
out of the hot water faucet.

   Since we had had time to think about it today, we adjusted the sleeping
arrangements so that one room wouldn't be so crowded.  Aunt Linda decided
that Tyler would get the guest room because it was closed off from the rest
of the house, and there would be less chance of something scaring him in
the night.  Tina and Bethy would share Tina's room.  That left Carol's
room, and I was hoping against reason that they would tell me I had to
share her room!!  Of course, that wasn't to be, but a boy can dream, can't
he?

   I got the hide-a-bed in the living room, where I had slept the night
before.  Only this time Aunt Linda brought down a pillow and a blanket. 
Uncle Don let me wear a pair of his jogging shorts to sleep in while Aunt
Linda washed all of my clothes...the swimming trunks, the tank top, and my
socks...and I was turning out the blanket to get ready for bed.  Carol was
sitting in the rocking chair (again), wearing her cute nightshirt (again)
and chatting with me about her friends, the music they listened to, what
music I listened to, the movies she saw this Summer...the things teenagers
find important topics of discussion.  I could tell by the way she kept
shifting her eyes toward the kitchen, where Aunt Linda was, that she was
hoping Aunt Linda would go off to bed without stopping by the living room
to say good-night...and frankly, so was I!  I could hear her talking on the
phone with somebody.

   After a few minutes I could see that Carol was getting agitated.  She
seemed nervous, yet excited about something.  It seemed to be connected
with her mother in the kitchen, and the longer Aunt Linda spent on the
phone, the more worked up Carol seemed to get.  What I hoped more than
suspected was that as soon as Aunt Linda went off to bed, Carol wanted to
play some more!  And after the little show I got today, I didn't think I
could take much more playing!  As this idea ran through my head, the image
of Carol in the same rocker earlier in the day played across my eyes: one
knee in the air, her nightshirt stretched around it, and her hand rubbing
circles on her pussy.  My cock started to swell from the memory, and though
Carol had seen it before (HELL!!  She'd had it in her mouth!!), I was still
embarrassed that she might see it poking out.  So I got under the blanket.

   Once I got settled, Carol came and sat on the edge of the hide-a-bed.  I
was pretty certain that if it wasn't for her mother being in the next room,
Carol would have been under the blanket with me!  And I was pretty certain
that I wanted her there, too!

   But before any of that could take place, I heard Aunt Linda in the
kitchen: "OK.  Bye-bye.  Love you, too.  Bye-bye." And then she hung up. 
She came around the corner into the living room and said, "OK Carol, time
for bed."

   Carol protested.  "Can't I stay up with J and watch TV?"

   Aunt Linda said, "No.  You have to get up early tomorrow."

   "What!?  It's Summer vacation!"

   "I know, but I need you to come to the office with me and do some
computer stuff."

   Carol was pissed.  "Aw, come on Mom!  It's supposed to be vacation. 
That's why they call it Summer vacation!"

   "I'm not on vacation, yet," Aunt Linda replied.  "Not until the week
before school starts.  And you're going to the office with me tomorrow. 
It's only one day."

   Carol got off of the bed.  "Great."

   "Good night, J," Aunt Linda said over her shoulder as she headed out of
the room.

   "Good night.  'Night Carol."

   She skulked out of the room without a word.  Aunt Linda clicked off the
lights as she left, and I lay there watching the moolight dance on the
ceiling as it was reflected off of the pool outside beyond the sliding
glass doors.  I looked out the doors and, for the first time, realized that
nobody even went near the pool today, and that was always the big deal
about going to Aunt Linda's house!  The patio lights shone and glistened
off the surface of the water.  Well, I had a week yet to get out there for
a dip.  I lay back, the memories of Carol's blowjob, and of her jacking
herself off in this very same room only five hours earlier playing back in
my head, and within a minute I was fully erect.  I reached down and
squeezed my cock from outside the shorts.  Had I been at home I'd have
already been well on my way toward improved forearm tone and an orgasm, but
I was in someone else's house...in the living room, for crying out
loud...and I didn't have a sock to catch the spunk on.  So I rolled over
onto my side and tried to get those thoughts out of my head.

   I had just begun to relax and fall into a slumber when I felt a hand on
my shoulder and a sharp whisper: "J, wake up!  Wake up!" It was Carol!

   "I'm up!  What's going on?"

   "Come on!" she said, taking my hand and pulling me out of the bed.  "You
gotta see this!" I followed her as she led me out through the sliding glass
doors, over the patio along the length of the pool, and then stopped.

   "What's going on?" I said.

   "SHHHH!" she hissed, covering my lips with her fingers.  "Listen." I
did. I heard nothing.

   Carol still had her fingers over my lips, so I shrugged.  She grabbed my
hand and tugged me toward the wall of the house, under a tall bush, and
parked me in front of a window with dim light coming out of it.  "Look
through the blinds." Inside the room the blinds were drawn shut, but there
was one slat broken at one end, providing a view into the room.  Even
though I became suddenly aware that we shouldn't be doing this, I looked
through the blinds into the room.

   Inside, on a bed, I saw Aunt Linda on her hands and knees, naked, with
Uncle Don kneeling in front of her, his huge cock sliding into her mouth! I
was so shocked by what I saw that I leapt back, with an involuntary
"Jeezus!" escaping from my lips in a loud whisper.

   "SHHHHH!" Carol admonished.  Then, whispering, she asked, "What are they
doing?"

   To be honest, I wasn't certain that I had actually seen what I thought I
saw, so I told her, "I'm not sure!" So Carol pulled me away from the window
and looked herself.

   "Oh, wow!  She's sucking his thingie!  I never saw her do THAT before!"

   "'Before?'" She'd seen them do other things 'before?' I looked at her
face as she peeped through the broken slat, and I suspected that she had
gone into the room some time ago and broken it herself so she could come
out here and peep at her parents when she heard them through the walls as
they made love!

   "God Damn!" she sputtered.  "Look at her go!" Carol licked her lips as
she spied on her parents in their private love-making.  Her breahing became
labored, and in the dim light escaping through the blinds, I thought I
could make out Carol's hands pressing against her crotch through her
nightshirt.  I felt my tortured cock swell yet again.  She stared at them
for a good minute or so, and then she looked at me.  "J!  Come here, you
gotta see!"

   I sided up to Carol at the window, bent my head down to the broken slat,
and pressed it against hers to look inside.  Now Uncle Don was lying on his
back.  As I got to the window, Aunt Linda's hand was down between her legs
as she lowered herself onto his cock.  She pulled her hand away and she
sank all the way down, her head thrown back in ecstasy.  And then she
started to raise and lower herself slowly.  By the look on Uncle Don's
face, he was perfectly content to let Aunt Linda do this!  Through the
closed windows I could hear muffled speech, but I couldn't make out what
they were murmuring to each other, except every once in a while when Aunt
Linda said, "Oh, YEAH!" To think only that morning I had strained,
unsuccessfully, just to get a peek at one of her breasts, and now I was
looking at her completely naked with Uncle Don, whom I'd NEVER wanted to
see naked, screwing him silly!  I became aware that, in this position at
the window, my body was pressed tightly against Carol's.  I could feel the
pressure of her tits through her nightshirt against my bare chest as her
heavy breathing pressed them into me again and again.  She had one arm
around my waist for support while the other busied itself with her pussy as
she watched her parents going at it.  She started to whimper, and I could
feel her begin to tremble.

   Her grip with the arm around my waist became formidable, and as she
approached orgasm she squeezed me against her.  She turned her body toward
mine and held me.  I felt my leg slip between her legs, and she pressed her
face into my chest.  She kept her hand working on her pussy for a time
until, in her undulations, her pussy brushed against my leg.  She spat,
"Ohgod!" at the new sensation and wrapped her other arm around my waist and
humped her pussy against my thigh.  With her face pressed into my chest she
intermittently muttered wordless syllables and kissed my bare chest as she
rode out a shuddering orgasm, all the while trying to keep quiet outside
the window where her parents were working toward their own orgasms.  More
for support than for lust (I didn't quite know what was going on), I placed
my arms around her back.  To this day I'll remember that sensation as one
of the best of my life.  The first woman's orgasm I ever experienced.  I
felt her trembling as it approached, and then as it hit her she grabbed
onto me for dear life, sharing with me what her body was experiencing,
whimpering into my chest as she showered it with little kisses.  Why I
didn't hose down the inside of my shorts...make that Uncle Don's shorts...I
don't know.

   As her tremors settled, Carol looked up at me and said, "Jesus Christ! I
didn't think that one was going to end!" She kept her arms around me, and I
kept mine around her.  We stood there for about a minute, the whole time my
cock poking her stomach and throbbing for release.  From inside we heard
Aunt Linda's voice rather clearly: "Oh yeah baby!  Come inside me!" And
Uncle Don's answering groan of ecstasy as he did her bidding.

   With her head still resting on my chest, Carol said, "I want to do
that."

   "Do what?!" I asked, more in alarm than ignorance.

   "What Mom and Dad were doing," then she stammered, "...fucking!" She
slid her hand down to my cock and felt it through the material of her
father's shorts.  "Your thingie's all hard again!" She wrapped her hand
around it and squeezed.  I groaned in reply, and she looked up at me.  Our
faces were inches apart.  I had never kissed a girl before...not the way
you see it on TV and in movies...but I was filled with this urge, with
Carol's face so close to mine, and somewhere in the depths of my mind
something said that I knew what I was doing.  I bent down and closed the
gap between us, and closed my mouth over hers.

   Carol released my cock and pushed up against me, wrapping her arms
around my neck, and returned the kiss.  I was already dizzy from the rush,
but then I felt her mouth open, and for some reason I extended my tongue
into it.  Her tongue darted out, too, and we both mashed our faces into
each other's as though we were in a race to see who could get their head
into the other person's mouth first!

   I don't know how long we kissed, but when we broke, Carol grabbed my
hand and said, "Come on!" She pulled me out toward the pool and plopped me
onto a chaise lounge with a big thick cushion on it.  She sat next to me
and we began kissing again, only this time she wrapped her hand around my
dick and started squeezing.  Wanting to return the favor, and wanting to
touch a pussy for the first time in my life, I reached out and put my hand
on her thigh and slid upward.  Once my hand got underneath the hem of her
nightshirt, the inside of her thigh was soaking wet and sticky.  The closer
my hand got to her pussy, the more she slid her pussy toward my hand.  The
heat emanating from her pussy was intense, and when my fingers reached the
outer lips, Carol jumped as though I'd just hit her with a cattle prod!  I
fumbled around aimlessly, getting my fingers wet with her juices when she
pulled away from my lips and said, "Rub the button!"

   "Huh?" I had no clue what she was talking about.

   "The button!  Find the hard little button and rub it!" She started
humping against my hand and I could feel a hard spot sliding up and down
against my palm.  I closed my thumb and forefinger over it and pinched it.

   "AAHCK!  Jeezus!" she almost sobbed, and she almost broke my cock off as
she was racked with another orgasm.  She rested her head against my
shoulder, panting.

   After a few moments she sat up and pulled her nightshirt over her head,
and I got my first view ever of a real live naked girl!  In the mixed light
from the moon and the patio lamps I saw that her nipples were protruding
stiffly from the center of each breast, not like they were when I saw them
when she was playing with my brother.  Then they were smooth all over with
no nipple sticking out.  My hands just went out to her breasts like they
each had their own brain!  Each hand gently grasped a breast and squeezed.
Carol's eyes closed to slits and a smile played quietly across her lips. 
Her head eased back as she let out an "Ooooh...", and then she leaned into
my hands.  She kept pressing forward until her chest was against mine, and
she kept pushing until I was on my back and she was on top of me.  She
reached her face toward me and we kissed again.  As her body pressed
against mine, I felt my cock, through the fabric of the shorts, butt up
against her lower belly.  She felt it too, and started to hump against it.

   "Oh, J!  Your thingie is so hard against my pussy!" She ground down on
it.  "I want you to put it inside my pussy like my Dad does to my Mom!"

   At that point it all became too much.  I tried to push her off of me,
but the grinding of her pussy against my clothed erection was too much, and
with a helpless grunt I lost what little control I had, and I came inside
my shorts.

   As I came down through the series of sighs Carol said, "Did you shoot
your stuff already?" I nodded.  "J, I wanted you to put your thingie inside
my pussy.  I wanted you to FUCK me." I could tell she didn't use the word
very often.  There was disappointment in her voice, and I was too blown
away at that moment to tell her that I was far from finished.  I'd
experienced enough jerk-a-thons when Kenny let me take one of his Dad's
Penthouses home to know that I could "shoot my stuff" about three more
times before it felt like my dick was going to fall off!  And then maybe
two more times after that!

   Carol lay back on the opposite end of the chaise, looking with some
amusement at the still-full erection in my shorts, idly rubbing her pussy.
The sight of her pussy on display mere feet away, and the thought of
Kenny's Dad's Penthouse magazines stirred a thought in my mind, a thought
inspired by something I had seen in one of the issues I had spirited away
from Kenny's house and up to my room.  In one of the photo layouts there
was a man and a woman together, and in a couple of the shots, the man had
his head between the woman's legs, looking like he was going to kiss or
lick her pussy.  I wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but I did remember
stroking my cock looking at those two pictures alone until I dirtied
another sock!  So, figuring it would be something to kill the few minutes
my dick would need to get ready again, I sat up, staring at her pussy.  I
placed my hands on her knees and got up on my knees.

   "What are you doing?" Carol asked.

   "I'm not sure," I replied.  I crawled forward to her pussy like a cat on
the prowl.  I lay with my armpits over her thighs, and I pulled them apart
so I could get my head between her legs.

   "What are you doing?!" she said with a giggle.

   "You'll see." I eased my head toward her, and the smell coming off of
her pussy was one I'll never forget: A mixture of pure musky sex from two
orgasms (of course I didn't know that was the source of the smell) and of
the rose bubble bath she had taken earlier (I had seen the bottle on the
end of the tub while I took my shower).  I stuck my tongue out to find that
little button she seemed to enjoy so much.  It was dark down there, despite
the moonlight and patio lamps, but I knew when I found it because she
gasped and grabbed the back of my head.  After a few licks on the spot that
made Carol jump, her clitoris popped out to greet me, and then it was at my
mercy!

   "Oh GOD, J!" she squealed.  Her grip on the back of my head was so tight
that I couldn't move my tongue against her pussy any more, so I just sucked
as much of it into my mouth as I could, and that seemed to make her even
more crazy!  Shortly I felt her begin to tremble again, and I began to fear
that she was going to crack open my skull with the grip she had on me.  She
let out a short, high-pitch, LOUD squeal as she hit her climax, and my face
became drenched in her juices.  It wasn't like when I came, spurting and
all, but there was a definite increase in the wetness in her pussy!  And
then another trembling, and even more juice!  I knew she was finished when
her hands fell away from my head and and she let out a big sigh, "OhgodJ,"
almost unintelligibly.

   I rose up from her crotch and crawled further up her body.  I stopped at
her tits and kissed them for a few seconds, and then continued up to her
face.

   "You ready?" I asked when I got there.

   "Oh, yes, J!" she panted back at me.  I stood briefly to remove my
shorts, and I lay back down on top of her.  I reached down and grabbed my
cock and started stabbing at her pussy with it.  Despite the fact that I
had just spent two minutes with my face mashed up against it, I hadn't
quite figured out where exactly the opening was!  Finally she reached down,
pushed my cock a little further down, and I felt the hot flesh of her outer
lips part the way.  Had I not just had an orgasm minutes earlier, the heat
of her pussy just around the head of my dick would have made me come right
then (as I learned later!).  But I had time now, and I pushed further in
until I could push no further.  I looked down, and in the half-light, I
could see that I was barely even in!  I started pushing a little harder,
but then Carol pushed up on my shoulders and said, "Stop, J!  It hurts!" I
figured I must have been doing something wrong, so I pulled all the way out
and tried again, with the same results.

   "What's wrong?  What am I doing wrong?" I asked.

   "I'm a virgin, J."

   "I know," I didn't really.  I had just assumed.  But I still didn't know
why I couldn't get my cock inside of her.  I positioned my dick at the
opening of her pussy again and tried pushing even harder.

   "Wait, J!  Stop!" she almost shouted.

   "What am I doing wrong?" I was clueless.

   "It's the hymen" she said.

   "What?" I thought she was talking about a Jewish guy.

   "You have to break the hymen to get inside my pussy, but it hurts me."

   "I'm sorry," I said.

   "It's not your fault." She pushed up on my shoulders and said, "Here. 
Get up." I did, and she got up, and then she told me to lie down on my back
on the chaise.  Then she got on her knees and straddled me, just like we
had seen her mother do with her father.  "If I can control it, maybe it
won't hurt so bad."

   She positioned my cock against the opening to her pussy.  She was still
wet as ever, and I hadn't lost a bit of hardness.  She sank down slowly and
I slid in as far as I had before, and I felt the barrier at the head of my
dick.  Carol stopped and rested for a moment.  "My friends said this is the
worst part..." she whispered.  And then she started a slow downward push.
The pressure on my cock seemed immense, and I could feel her muscles
tensing and relaxing as they anticipated the pain.  Despite her caution, I
was going crazy with the sensation of her pussy slowly enveloping my cock.
She took a rest and lay forward on top of me and whispered, "Almost..." She
sat back up, and pressed downward again, only this time I felt the barrier
break away, and she slid all the way down til her pubic hair meshed with
mine.  She let out a muffled scream through clenched teeth and closed
mouth, and lay forward again, pressing her beautiful tits into my chest. 
The sensations of her breasts spreading out across my chest and the warmth
and wetness and tightness around the entire length of my dick was too much
for me, and I let out a pathetic whimper and a sigh as my cum spewed forth
inside of my cousin.

   We lay there like that for about ten minutes until Carol sat up, my dick
still inside of her and, yes, still hard.  She looked at me for a good long
time, and then she bent back over and kissed me long and deep on the mouth.
I was ready for more, and I thought she was thinking about doing more, but
she just rose up off of my cock, gripping it in her fingers as it pulled
out of her, gave it a few loving strokes, and then, smiling, said, "Good
night." I watched her pad back into the house, still completely naked, and
disappear into the darkness.  After a few moments recalling these most
recent events, I went inside, too, and lay down on the hide-a-bed.

   A few moments later, or so it seemed, Uncle Don was shaking me awake,
saying, "Come on, son!  Get moving, boy!  There's eightteen holes waiting
for us and time's getting away!" He pointed to a pile of clothes and told
me to get dressed.  I picked them up and padded toward the bathroom.  On
the way, passing the kitchen, I looked at the digital clock on the stove.
It was 5:00, and I was about to spend an entire day learning the game of
golf.



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