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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 3
by Eric Shon


     The following morning I was woken up by Aunt Linda's voice:  "Hey, you
sleepy-heads!  Time for breakfast!"  By the time Bethy, Tyler and I got to
the table it was already after 11:00, and by the tousled look of everyone
there, no one had gone to church this morning, having preferred to sleep in.
 The spirited activity of the previous day at Lake Wetauga had taken its toll
on everyone...lopsided hair, little crusties in everyone's eyes, and in
everyone's face a general look of relaxation from a good night's sleep.
     During breakfast, and throughout the day, I kept stealing glances at
Carol to see if she would acknowledge our own little activity in the back of
Uncle Don's van the night before, but I never managed to make significant eye
contact with her.  However, after a few minutes at the table I found
something to distract me from Carol's eyes.
     Uncle Don and Aunt Linda, like my parents, kept a pretty informal family
atmosphere.  I had been to friends' homes where it seemed like their parents
never had any fun, nor did they allow their kids to have any.  Meal times
were somber occasions and, for me, very uncomfortable whenever I was at their
homes.  But not here.  Aunt Linda was an excellent cook (and so was Uncle
Don, for that matter, as I later learned), and she didn't seem as concerned
with manners as she did her family enjoying themselves as they ate.  So
breakfast was an informal affair, what with everybody still in their pajamas
or their sleepwear.  Bethy and Tyler were in the clothes they arrived in last
night, I was still in my cum-stained trunks (I was hoping no one would
notice...), and Tina and Carol were in knee-length night shirts.  Uncle Don
wore a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, and Aunt Linda wore silk pajama
tops with cut-off sweat pants.  
     It was here that I discovered a little secret.  I stood to reach for a
couple of pancakes when Aunt Linda, who had just dropped a couple onto
Tyler's plate, said, "I'll get it, John."
     "Thanks," I said, and stood there holding my plate out.  Aunt Linda
leaned over, reaching for the pancakes when I noticed how loosely her pajama
top fit her.  And when she speared the cakes, I could see the swell of her
breast, and how it sort of jiggled whenever she moved.  
     She plopped a stack of three cakes onto my plate and said, "That OK?"
     I hesitated for a moment, darting my eyes away from her chest, and said,
"Um...no."
     "More?  OK."  And she leaned back over.  I leaned in a little, and a
little toward her, a pretense to helping make her work a little less
difficult, but actually to afford myself a better view down her top.  I got
as far as her tan-line, but she stood back up before I got any further.
 "How's that?" she asked as she plopped two more cakes on top of the others
on my plate.
     "More,"  I said.  I could feel my heart in my throat.  I was keenly
aware that anybody might figure out what I was trying to do.  And I toyed
with the thought of quitting because I could feel the surge of blood through
my cock, and then everybody would notice!
     "Jeez, you're hungry!"  She leaned again, I leaned more.  I felt myself
raise up on my toes, hoping to get a further downward angle down her jammies.
 It was the right idea.  I leaned in far enough to where I saw the upward
tilt of the bottom of her breast, and the downward slope of the top of her
breast as they approached each other, but her top wasn't loose enough to
allow me a view of her nipple.  My mind played connect the dots, and I could
imagine what it looked like, exactly right where it was, but she stood up
again and dropped two more cakes onto my plate.  "I think that's enough,
young man," she said sternly.  My heart caught in my throat.  I was caught!
 I was certain of it!  "You'd better see if you can eat those before I put
any more on your plate.  I've got to feed everyone else, you know!"  I looked
down to the stack of 7 pancakes on my plate.
     "OK," I said.  "Pass the syrup?"  I watched her pajama top as she served
the rest of the family, and I tried to come up with a good reason for
standing up again, but every reason sounded stupid.  But then, when she sat
down she tugged at the tails of her pajama top, which flattened it against
her breasts, the silk material highlighting and outlining her nipples
pressing against it from the other side.  They were erect!  Did she know what
I was doing?  Do girls' nipples get hard like a boy's penis when aroused?
 Because I wanted it to be, I decided the answer was yes, and under the table
there sprouted a handsome woodie.  I just ate and ate til that thing died,
which didn't happen until I had polished off a second helping of four
pancakes and everyone except Uncle Don (was he hiding a boner, too?) had
finished, and Aunt Linda cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen.
     It was a lazy Sunday, and we all just lay around the house watching TV,
and trading stories about my mom and dad.  Aunt Linda was a great source of
information about my father and some of the stupid things he did as a kid.
 During one of these stories I discovered that Carol's nightshirt was just as
loose her Mom's pajama top.  We were all sitting on the floor.  Aunt Linda
was hugging a pillow, so there was no chance to see anything.  And then Carol
spun around from sitting Indian style to lying on her belly, propped up on
her elbows.  I got a great view of her ample 14-year-old cleavage, and nature
took over...or at least the darker side of my nature!
     I grabbed Tyler and began to wrestle with him in one of the rare moments
of sibling comaraderie I showed him during my teen years.  I rolled him over
on top of me and let him straddle my chest for a few minutes, tickling him,
and then I let him go, pretending that something Aunt Linda said caught my
attention.  I rolled over onto my belly in the same position as Carol, and
right next to her.  She still hadn't shown me any acknowledgement of the fact
that she had quite thoroughly sucked me off the night before, a mere 10 feet
behind her parents' backs, in the rear seat of Uncle Don's van, a first for
me, and, I assumed, for her as well!
     Propped on her elbows, Carol's tits were pressed against her arms, so I
didn't have a view of them, either.  Attention was wavering from Aunt Linda's
stories, and the pow-wow began to break up.  Aunt Carol stood up and tossed
the pillow to the sofa, and went to the kitchen.  I got up and squatted on my
knees.  I was getting frustrated, now.  But then my baby brother did
something for which I'll love him forever.  He started wrestling with Carol!
 Just like he had with me, only he climbed on her back (oh, if ONLY!) and
wrapped his arms under her chin.  She dropped her chest to the floor and
rolled over, pinning him beneath her.  Then she got up on all fours and
proceeded to tickle him mercilessly, which is what he wanted in the first
place.  And there it was!  As she knelt over him, both breasts came into
unobstructed view as her nightshirt fell away!  Tyler's laughter was drowned
out by the rush of blood past my ears on its way to my rapidly swelling cock!
 My vision seemed to become dynamic, like I had a zoom lens on each eyeball.
 Each breast was a pleasant round shape that came to a perfect pink point,
like the back end of a balloon.  They jiggled and shuddered with each
murderous tickle she applied to my baby brother.  He cried, "Stop!  Stop!"
and her instincts told her, correctly, that he was about to wet his pants if
she didn't stop.  As he lay there, gleefully whimpering in recovery from
Carol's tortuous tickling, she looked up at me, her breasts still on display.
 Her eyes briefly met mine, but shifted to the stretched fabric of my trunks
as my cock made itself into an imaginary tentpole.  Her eyes sparkled as a
naughty smile broke across her lips.
     
     By dinner time the only person dressed for the world was Aunt Linda as
she headed out the door to get some dinner.  The rest of us were still
dressed in what we slept in the night before.  
     "Dad's in the den doing the bills," she said to Carol.  "I'll be back in
about a half-hour."
     "OK, Mom," Carol said.  Her eyes slid toward me and there was a devilish
smirk just under the surface.  My heart skipped and I felt my face flush at
the thought of what we might do in the next 30 minutes!!  But with her father
here?  It was one thing to do it at the rear of the van while he was busy
behind the wheel, but to try it when he could walk in at any moment would be
suicide!
     Bethy and Tina rocketed upstairs with the word "Barbie" mentioned
several times, and Tyler followed, leaving Carol and me in the living room.
 We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then she said, "What do you
want to do?"  
     I wanted to lift her shirt over her head and dive into her, that's what
I wanted to do!  "I don't know.  What do YOU want to do?"
     "Let's see if there's anything on cable," she said as she brandished the
remote and fired off a shot at the TV.  There wasn't.  She flipped through
the channels a couple of times, and finally settled on MTV (back when they
used to play music videos).  She sat in Aunt Linda's rocking chair, which
left me to the couch, and she watched me looking at her.  She looked at me
like she was wondering what I was thinking.  Afraid I might give that away, I
turned to watch the new Genesis video.  It was the one with all those puppets
that looked like world leaders of the time...Reagan, Gorbachev, Khaddafy...
 When it was over I turned to her.  "I wish they'd stop making vid..."  My
tongue almost fell off.  While I had my head turned away she had propped one
foot on the chair, tucked it against her bottom, with her knee against her
chest and her nightshirt stretched over her knee.  So when I turned to her ,
exposed to me was her entire body from her toes to just above her navel!
 Also exposed to me was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties!
     "What?" she asked me, since I hadn't finished my statement.
     With my eyes locked on her virgin vagina, covered in wisps of golden
brown hair, I couldn't find any words to say.  "I said... um I was gonn...
Who's your cable...."
     "Are you looking at my pussy, J?"  My eyes darted up to hers, then back
to her pussy, and again back up to her eyes.  I nodded.
     "Last night when I sucked on your penis," she whispered, "my pussy
started to get all wet and sticky inside."  Her arms disappeared into the
armholes of her nightshirt.  "And it started to feel really nice and tingly."
 Her hands appeared inside her nightshirt. "The only other time it ever feels
like that is when I rub it with my fingers, like this."  One hand covered her
pussy and I could see one finger of that hand disappear into the dark folds.
 Her eyes closed to slits as she jutted her chin outward and upward, a sharp
breath expanding her lungs.  She withdrew her finger and started to work on
the top of her pussy, rubbing it around in a circle.  "And if I keep rubbing
it, like this, it just keeps feeling better and better..." Her hips began
grinding up against the motion of her hand, and her speech became labored,
broken up by grunts and gasps and heavy breathing.  "...And the sticky stuff
starts to run out of it, and then I get to a point where it feels the
absolute best, and then I want to scream as my body starts to shake, and I
break out into goosebumps...  UUHH!!!"  Her hips began bucking off of the
seat as her hand appeared to be pressing it back down, all the while her
fingers grinding their circle over the top of her pussy.  After a few
seconds, her eyes clamped shut and she stifled a scream, her hips rising to a
point and undulating there for another few seconds.  She began breathing
again in repeated sighs, and tears ran down her cheeks, and her butt returned
to the seat.  "Last night when you shot your stuff out, I realized what
happens to me.  It's the same thing.  Does it feel the same way for you?"
     I nodded, and looked at my own crotch.  My cock was at full attention,
straining for release into the world, yearning to spread it's seed all over
it.  I leaned back on the couch and started to remove my trunks and return
the favor when I heard, "Linda?"  It was Uncle Don!  I didn't even have my
thumbs in the waistband yet, so as Carol dropped her leg and regained a
proper sitting position, I merely grabbed a couch pillow and mashed my
hard-on down onto my belly.  "Hey guys!  Carol, is Mom back yet?"
     "No, not yet Daddy."
     Uncle Don looked at her.  "What's the matter dear?  Your face is all
red.  Have you been crying?"  Carol's eyes widened as she stammered for a
viable explanation.
     I butted in:  "We were pillow fighting and I caught her in the eye with
a corner."
     "Oh, really?  Let me see."  Uncle Don bent over Carol with his hand on
her head.  He tilted it back and forth, looking for any damage, and she
darted her eyes at me with a frightened, yet relieved look in her eyes.  He
asked her, "Are you OK, baby?"
     "Yes, Daddy."
     "You two be careful, now," Uncle Don said as he continued on toward the
kitchen.
     Aunt Linda returned a little while later with a car load of Kentucky
Fried Chicken, and we feasted.


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