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My name's Alex, and I miss my cousin Kate. I always miss my cousin Kate. I keep the little lock of hair she left with me at all times: in my pocket, under my pillow, in my backpack, everywhere. It's supposed to remind me she'll come back, help me get along without her, you know? But it doesn't work. It just reminds me Kate's not here, and the scent of it, what I call Kate Smell, just makes me miss her even more.
My mom's real worried. See, I don't eat much anymore. I try, because I love my mom, but it all tastes like cardboard to me. Mom understands about Kate, and she's always quiet and patient, but when I refuse most of my dinner, she frowns and sighs and shakes her head. And it's not just the food. I don't play much these days. I can't really get into Laser Tag or Mega Man X or anything. It all feels pointless, and I just end up in my room, pretending to read something until it's time for bed.
School isn't that much better, either. I used to ask and answer questions a mile a minute. Now I barely ever make a peep. You'd think that nothing could ruin recess, no mather how sad and lonely I was, but I mostly just moped around the playground. I have six friends, and they took turns trying to cheer me up, but nothing ever worked, and eventually, they gave up. Well, most of them did. Not Agatha. Agatha stuck by me no matter what.
Who's Agatha? Well, when I was six, Agatha was this tall, lanky, black girl with honey-colored hair and eyes. She beat me up just about every day, until Kate had a little word with her. I don't know what she said, but Agatha never hurt me again. There was an awkward week or two where she didn't do anything. Then she's suddenly leapt upon another one of my bullies, and from that moment on, we were thick as theives.
Now, at recess, Agatha struggles to get me to play anything. She doesn't let me being all sullen stop her one bit. When I finally agree to something, a foot race say, she lets herself be so silly I just can't help giggling. Whenever that happens, she gets this smile like she won something, and then she gives me a little hug. Yup. Agatha's a hugger. Some days, I eventually end up playing like a human, and it's almost fun again, until I think of Kate. But even though I get all depressed again, Agatha just won't give up. A lot of the time, she follows me home, a thing that makes Mom very happy.
So, yeah, Agatha's awesome. A really good friend. And when she hangs out with me, Mom says I'm almost normal again. Honestly, I like having her around to keep me from thinking about how much I miss Kate. We got through Mega Man together, but it wasn't until halfway through Super Mario World that I realized my friend and I had a huge problem. I really should have seen it coming, but with everything going on, I really wasn't thinking straight.
"I love this part where you ride all the dolphins," Agatha said, clearly trying to draw me out. "I wonder if Yoshi can eat them."
"He can't," I replied her. "I've tried it a lot. It would make getting across the water a bit harder if he could, though."
"That's true. There's the exit up ahead. I like how catchy the music is when you finish a level. Okay, the next level's yours. Good luck!" As she said that, she gave my left hand a quick, little, squeeze.
It felt like a bit of static electricity shot up my arm, and I got nervous right away. Agatha could clearly see it, but she didn't say anything, so I didn't either. I led Mario through the next level, making tons of mistakes, because I felt Agatha's eyes watching me instead of Mario's progress. I didn't say a word, and when I crossed the finish line, I just looked at my friend to let her know it was her turn.
She squirmed uncomfortably for a second or two. Then she started trying to balance her controller on her nose. A few moments of watching that and I was laughing myself silly, which was just what she wanted. All awkwardness gone, we continued rescuing the princess, and with anyone else, the story would end there, but Agatha never gives up.
We were at the door to my house, saying goodbye to each other, when Agatha suddenly moved in to kiss me. As soon as I saw her, I turned my head away. When I looked at her again, her eyes were flaming with hurt and anger.
"Agatha, I..." I sputtered.
"Hush!" she growled at me.
Her fists were balled up, and I was sure I was about to get pummeled. She saw the terror in my eyes, and it made her smile wickedly. She didn't hit me though. She simply marched off home. Nobody saw her again for two days.
When Agatha returned, she tried it again and again, growing more exasperated every time I refused her. I felt like some slimy, horrible, monster. I could clearly see the pain I was causing her. And she'd been so nice to me, put up with all my black moods, and tried to get me to be happy again. But Agatha wasn't Kate, and I love my cousin more than breathing. I just couldn't hurt her.
One day, Agatha just couldn't take it anymore. We were in my bedroom, and her eyes were dripping with tears.
"I hate your cousin!" she roared, shoving me down on my bed. "She's never coming back, Alex! Do you hear me? Never!"
So saying, she started punching me as hard as she could, aiming for my stomach or ears whenever there was a chance. It hurt a lot, but not nearly as much as what she said about Kate. When she said my cousin was gone forever, it felt like Agatha stabbed me in the heart and twisted. I was sure she was wrong, but it had been two months. Kate and I had never been apart that long my whole life.
I was bawling now and trying to fight Agatha off. I knew I was bleeding somewhere because I felt the blood running along my chin. My mother wasn't home, so there was no one to save me. I looked up into Agatha's flaming eyes and begged her to stop.
"Please, Agatha. I'm sorry! I can't help it. I don't want to do this to you it's just..please stop it! Please? You'll kill me if you don't! Agatha! Please! You have to stop!"
I don't think she could hear me anymore. She just had too much grief in her heart. And this would be where the story ended if Agatha hadn't been suddenly snatched away.
"Oh, my God! My little angel! Alex, honey? Can you hear me? Oh, God! You're bleeding! Alex, honey! Please tell me you can hear your Katie! Please!"
I couldn't believe my ears, but warm, wonderful, flowery, Kate Smell wafted over my battered body. I felt her arms cradle me and saw her bright, green, eyes. Kate looked absolutely hysterical.
"Katie?" I coughed. "Katie dear?"
"Oh, thank God!" she sighed loudly, pulling me into a hug. Two months of sadness just overwhelmed me and I fairly soaked my cousin's shoulder.
"There, there, Alex, honey. I'm here now. Don't cry." But she was weeping just as bitterly as I was.
Gently laying me down again, my cousin rounded on Agatha, who glared at her, full of defiant rage. Kate took a knee, so that they could see eye to eye, and then she spoke in a surprisingly sympathetic tone.
"Didn't I ask you not to hurt my angel? You're not six anymore, Agatha. You might have really hurt him. I've told you before: you can't just hit Alex because he loves me. You can't just force him to change his mind and..."
"You abandoned him!" Agatha cut in hotly. "You left him here by himself for two months. Who's been dealing with his depression all this time, struggling to get him to play and eat and be happy? 'Katie dear?'" she asked acidly, growling in my direction. "No. I did that. Not some cousin that pops in when she feels like it. Me! And the only reason he-"
"I didn't abandon him!" Kate said. Her voice sounded like a knife. "I had to go. My mother just got out of prison. There's a lot she needed my help with. And she just got a job now. I've been working, Agatha. I didn't abandon Alex, but I didn't abandon my mother either. I'm going to take my angel to the hospital, and see what you've done to him. I need you to go home now."
Agatha didn't budge until Kate threatened to call her mom, and then the girl slunk away looking like she'd swallowed a glass of vinegar. When she was gone, Kate started alternating between kissing me and tending my wounds.
"I missed you so much," she said tenderly, gently cleaning the scar on my cheek. "I'm so sorry I couldn't come back sooner, but I'm almost an adult now, Alex, and I had to take care of my mom."
"I'm just glad you're here now," I said. Despite being in a lot of pain, I was really, really, happy. "How long can you stay?"
"Just long enough to get you to the hospital and a restaurant. Then," she said, just bubbling over with joy. "Then you're coming with me!"
"What?" I gasped. I was still shocked she was here. Now she was taking me somewhere?
"Your mom says you just refuse to be happy without me, so she's sending you to live with me for the next month. All your stuf's packed away in my trunk. We can-"
"Oh, my God, Katie! Do you really mean it?" I cried out right away. Kate smiled and nodded.
My mom met us at the hospital, where they detirmined that Agatha hadn't done anything too serious. I was tender in several places, but otherwise unharmed. My mother told me how happy she was to see me smiling again. I told her I felt guilty about leaving her by herself, but she assured me she would be just fine. Before I knew anything, it was time to go, and Katie helped me into the front seat of her car.
As we drove, I saw something lying across the dashboard that I hadn't seen in several years. It was my teddy bear from when I was little, and it looked and smelled like Katie had been hugging the life out of it. I smiled at that, and struggling my seat belt, gave Kate a peck on her cheek.
"I love you, too," she said with a laugh. "But I have to focus on the road if we're going to live through this."
It took two hours, but we got to Katie's home: a small apartment sixteen stories in the air. It had two bedrooms, a little closet with a small, stacked washer and dryer, a tiny kitchen, a large living room, and two bathrooms. It was nothing too fancy, but Kate had decorated it well, and the whole thing was as neat as a pin.
"I made a present for you," Kate said as soon as we entered, and she handed me a little cellophane pouch tied with ribbion.
The most wonderfully delicious candy smell met my nose, and I saw the thing was full of gummy bears.
"My favorite!" I said happily. "Thanks, Katie!"
"You're welcome, sweetheart. And before you ask, never mind just how I learned to make gummies. We've got to get you settled in, and then we've got catching up to do!'
The gummies were the single tastiest candies I've ever eaten. They weren't too soft or chewy, and each one seemed to be flavored with very sweet juice. While I was enjoying them, we brought all my stuff in. Yet another wonderful surprise: I was bunking with Kate. She'd emptied out half of her closet and four drawers to accomodate me, and when everything was packed away, she suggested that, since it was evening, we change into our pajamas.
I didn't bother pretending not to watch as Katie eased her shirt over her head.
"I picked up something else you might like," she said in her naughty voice, and I nearly fainted when I saw what she meant.
Kate's breasts were amazing enough on their own, but now she had them covered in a black, lace, bra. I got hard right away. The patterns made her breasts look darker and more mysterious. I was dying to know how they would make them feel. Kate giggled when she saw how mesmerized I was. Then she lowered her shorts, and I saw she had panties to match. My jaw fell open, and I started walking toward Kate at once.
"You're still dressed," she smiled, fighting through her giggle fit. I stripped down to my underwear, and Kate got me into my blue, rayon, pajamas.
Sliding on an overlarge tee shirt, Kate slipped into bed, and I followed her. Right away, she started petting and cuddling me, whispering how much she loved me and how glad she was we were alone. She held me close, resting my head on her breasts, and then we started making out. Kate was much hornier than usual, that was clear right away. Still, she went slowly as usual, squeezing my butt as she kissed me. But when I grabbed her butt, she moaned right away, and pulled her tee shirt out of the way. The lacce felt really good to my fingers, and Kate shivered whenever I rubbed it.
"Alex, honey, I'm going to lay on my side, and you slip your arm under my legs. Good boy! Now put the other one over them. That's the way. Now you can reach both of my cheeks at once. I want you to squeeze them for me, Alex. Please squeeze them nice and hard. Oh, yes! Just like that! God, those panties feel good when you do that! Oh yes, sweetheart, keep it up! Squeeze'em hard for Katie! Squeeze'em for your good, little, girl!"
As I did what Katie wanted, she slipped her hand through the fly of my pajamas, cupping the bulge my cock was making in my briefs. Every time she encouraged me to grab her butt, she could feel it twitch and grow a little in her hand.
"Rub it for me, Katie," I pleaded. "Get it all big and hard in your hand. Oh, that feels really good. Squeeze it a little. Make your little angel happy, Katie, dear. Oh, God! Yes, Katie. Jerk it up and down just like that! Yes! Oh, Katie, yes! Take it out and play with it. Rub the head with your thumb like that! It feels so good!"
I slipped Katie's panties down around her ankles and started playing with her fuzzy pussy. It was really warm and just coated in juices. Since there was no one to hear her, she didn't really try to be quiet either. As I rubbed her pussy, she purred and groaned loudly. Soon, she was taking hold of my hand and moving it even faster. She started humping against my hand and panting heavily, all the while managing to jerk my cock expertly.
"Finger me, Alex!" she suddenly begged. "Please, oh please put your fingers inside me!"
I might have done that before, but I don't think so. I let Katie guide my fingers in. She moaned out encouragement as I pushed them in and out of her, and groped her breasts through the lace bra. Watching her hands cup them under the tee shirt looked hot as hell to me, and I grabbed my cock with my free hand. Katie was making lewd grunting noises I'd never heard before and wildly humping herself on my hand. Suddenly, she let out a yell, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She shook and shimmied her way out of the tee shirt and bra, and in the middle of her cum, she looked at me with pleading eyes.
I knew just what she needed, and I fell on her nipples, sucking one and pinching the other. She cradled my head and whimpered loudly as, with a bit of work, I returned two fingers to her slit. She called me her darling, sweetheart, honey, and angel as I nursed her pink, perfect, little, nipple.
"Oh, God, eat me, Alex!" she cried at last.
"Yes, Katie!" I replied, eagerly diving in.
God, I missed my Katie's pussy. I loved the warmth and tanginess of her juices. I loved all the wonderful noises my tongue drew out of her. I loved the way her thighs would shiver and shake. Most of all, I loved to hear her calling out my name as her walls gripped my tongue and her juices sprayed everywhere. She was holding the back of my head with both hands, nudging me deeper still as a second orgasm washed over her, and technically speaking, me too.
"Your turn," she panted when she recovered. "I'm going to give you a treat today!"
She produced her oil again. I'll find out where she hides it someday. She slathered my cock in the stuff, and then, bending over, asked me to do the same to her butthole. Full of excitement, I did as I was was ordered, and she groaned once I slipped my finger insude. When she was good and lubed, she placed my cock at her entrance.
"Push!" she instructed. And I did. "Oh, God, that feels amazing. Just like that, Alex. In and out. Am I making you feel good, honey? Are my butt muscles grabbing your cock?"
"God yes, Katie! This is the best thing ever! Oh, good girl, Katie! Hump it just like that!"
"Grab my hips, Alex! Shove yourself in deeper!"
"Yes, Katie, dear. I bet you'll like this, too!"
"Oh hell yes! You're so good to me, Alex. Rub that pussy for me!"
I was in heaven. Katie's butthole was almost literally milking me, she was making all my favorite sounds, and I was cuddling a bit of her hair. It wasn't long before I began tensing up and Katie said something that made me lose it.
"Cum in me, Alex. Go on. Let it go for your Katie. You know you want to, so-"
She was cut off by my loud grunt as I did what she asked. I had such a powerful cum I nearly fell over. Katie slipped into orgasm number three, and didn't let me take my cock out of her until it was over. I expected it to come out dirty, but it was the color of a peach just like always. I don't know how you clean up in there, but Kate managed it as usual, which made me feel much better when she pushed my cum out into her waiting hand. I was astounded to see her swallow it, just like last time, but she simply flashed me a satisfied smile. As it turned out, she hadn't touched herself since she'd left me for the same reason I hadn't been eating or playing.
And that was the first night of my month with Katie. And there were still at least twenty-nine more to go. As I lay there in the dark, in a puddle of Katie's juices, wrapped up tight in her loving arms, I realized something: I am, and have always been, the luckiest boy who ever lived. And it's all thanks to my amazing cousin Kate.
My mom's real worried. See, I don't eat much anymore. I try, because I love my mom, but it all tastes like cardboard to me. Mom understands about Kate, and she's always quiet and patient, but when I refuse most of my dinner, she frowns and sighs and shakes her head. And it's not just the food. I don't play much these days. I can't really get into Laser Tag or Mega Man X or anything. It all feels pointless, and I just end up in my room, pretending to read something until it's time for bed.
School isn't that much better, either. I used to ask and answer questions a mile a minute. Now I barely ever make a peep. You'd think that nothing could ruin recess, no mather how sad and lonely I was, but I mostly just moped around the playground. I have six friends, and they took turns trying to cheer me up, but nothing ever worked, and eventually, they gave up. Well, most of them did. Not Agatha. Agatha stuck by me no matter what.
Who's Agatha? Well, when I was six, Agatha was this tall, lanky, black girl with honey-colored hair and eyes. She beat me up just about every day, until Kate had a little word with her. I don't know what she said, but Agatha never hurt me again. There was an awkward week or two where she didn't do anything. Then she's suddenly leapt upon another one of my bullies, and from that moment on, we were thick as theives.
Now, at recess, Agatha struggles to get me to play anything. She doesn't let me being all sullen stop her one bit. When I finally agree to something, a foot race say, she lets herself be so silly I just can't help giggling. Whenever that happens, she gets this smile like she won something, and then she gives me a little hug. Yup. Agatha's a hugger. Some days, I eventually end up playing like a human, and it's almost fun again, until I think of Kate. But even though I get all depressed again, Agatha just won't give up. A lot of the time, she follows me home, a thing that makes Mom very happy.
So, yeah, Agatha's awesome. A really good friend. And when she hangs out with me, Mom says I'm almost normal again. Honestly, I like having her around to keep me from thinking about how much I miss Kate. We got through Mega Man together, but it wasn't until halfway through Super Mario World that I realized my friend and I had a huge problem. I really should have seen it coming, but with everything going on, I really wasn't thinking straight.
"I love this part where you ride all the dolphins," Agatha said, clearly trying to draw me out. "I wonder if Yoshi can eat them."
"He can't," I replied her. "I've tried it a lot. It would make getting across the water a bit harder if he could, though."
"That's true. There's the exit up ahead. I like how catchy the music is when you finish a level. Okay, the next level's yours. Good luck!" As she said that, she gave my left hand a quick, little, squeeze.
It felt like a bit of static electricity shot up my arm, and I got nervous right away. Agatha could clearly see it, but she didn't say anything, so I didn't either. I led Mario through the next level, making tons of mistakes, because I felt Agatha's eyes watching me instead of Mario's progress. I didn't say a word, and when I crossed the finish line, I just looked at my friend to let her know it was her turn.
She squirmed uncomfortably for a second or two. Then she started trying to balance her controller on her nose. A few moments of watching that and I was laughing myself silly, which was just what she wanted. All awkwardness gone, we continued rescuing the princess, and with anyone else, the story would end there, but Agatha never gives up.
We were at the door to my house, saying goodbye to each other, when Agatha suddenly moved in to kiss me. As soon as I saw her, I turned my head away. When I looked at her again, her eyes were flaming with hurt and anger.
"Agatha, I..." I sputtered.
"Hush!" she growled at me.
Her fists were balled up, and I was sure I was about to get pummeled. She saw the terror in my eyes, and it made her smile wickedly. She didn't hit me though. She simply marched off home. Nobody saw her again for two days.
When Agatha returned, she tried it again and again, growing more exasperated every time I refused her. I felt like some slimy, horrible, monster. I could clearly see the pain I was causing her. And she'd been so nice to me, put up with all my black moods, and tried to get me to be happy again. But Agatha wasn't Kate, and I love my cousin more than breathing. I just couldn't hurt her.
One day, Agatha just couldn't take it anymore. We were in my bedroom, and her eyes were dripping with tears.
"I hate your cousin!" she roared, shoving me down on my bed. "She's never coming back, Alex! Do you hear me? Never!"
So saying, she started punching me as hard as she could, aiming for my stomach or ears whenever there was a chance. It hurt a lot, but not nearly as much as what she said about Kate. When she said my cousin was gone forever, it felt like Agatha stabbed me in the heart and twisted. I was sure she was wrong, but it had been two months. Kate and I had never been apart that long my whole life.
I was bawling now and trying to fight Agatha off. I knew I was bleeding somewhere because I felt the blood running along my chin. My mother wasn't home, so there was no one to save me. I looked up into Agatha's flaming eyes and begged her to stop.
"Please, Agatha. I'm sorry! I can't help it. I don't want to do this to you it's just..please stop it! Please? You'll kill me if you don't! Agatha! Please! You have to stop!"
I don't think she could hear me anymore. She just had too much grief in her heart. And this would be where the story ended if Agatha hadn't been suddenly snatched away.
"Oh, my God! My little angel! Alex, honey? Can you hear me? Oh, God! You're bleeding! Alex, honey! Please tell me you can hear your Katie! Please!"
I couldn't believe my ears, but warm, wonderful, flowery, Kate Smell wafted over my battered body. I felt her arms cradle me and saw her bright, green, eyes. Kate looked absolutely hysterical.
"Katie?" I coughed. "Katie dear?"
"Oh, thank God!" she sighed loudly, pulling me into a hug. Two months of sadness just overwhelmed me and I fairly soaked my cousin's shoulder.
"There, there, Alex, honey. I'm here now. Don't cry." But she was weeping just as bitterly as I was.
Gently laying me down again, my cousin rounded on Agatha, who glared at her, full of defiant rage. Kate took a knee, so that they could see eye to eye, and then she spoke in a surprisingly sympathetic tone.
"Didn't I ask you not to hurt my angel? You're not six anymore, Agatha. You might have really hurt him. I've told you before: you can't just hit Alex because he loves me. You can't just force him to change his mind and..."
"You abandoned him!" Agatha cut in hotly. "You left him here by himself for two months. Who's been dealing with his depression all this time, struggling to get him to play and eat and be happy? 'Katie dear?'" she asked acidly, growling in my direction. "No. I did that. Not some cousin that pops in when she feels like it. Me! And the only reason he-"
"I didn't abandon him!" Kate said. Her voice sounded like a knife. "I had to go. My mother just got out of prison. There's a lot she needed my help with. And she just got a job now. I've been working, Agatha. I didn't abandon Alex, but I didn't abandon my mother either. I'm going to take my angel to the hospital, and see what you've done to him. I need you to go home now."
Agatha didn't budge until Kate threatened to call her mom, and then the girl slunk away looking like she'd swallowed a glass of vinegar. When she was gone, Kate started alternating between kissing me and tending my wounds.
"I missed you so much," she said tenderly, gently cleaning the scar on my cheek. "I'm so sorry I couldn't come back sooner, but I'm almost an adult now, Alex, and I had to take care of my mom."
"I'm just glad you're here now," I said. Despite being in a lot of pain, I was really, really, happy. "How long can you stay?"
"Just long enough to get you to the hospital and a restaurant. Then," she said, just bubbling over with joy. "Then you're coming with me!"
"What?" I gasped. I was still shocked she was here. Now she was taking me somewhere?
"Your mom says you just refuse to be happy without me, so she's sending you to live with me for the next month. All your stuf's packed away in my trunk. We can-"
"Oh, my God, Katie! Do you really mean it?" I cried out right away. Kate smiled and nodded.
My mom met us at the hospital, where they detirmined that Agatha hadn't done anything too serious. I was tender in several places, but otherwise unharmed. My mother told me how happy she was to see me smiling again. I told her I felt guilty about leaving her by herself, but she assured me she would be just fine. Before I knew anything, it was time to go, and Katie helped me into the front seat of her car.
As we drove, I saw something lying across the dashboard that I hadn't seen in several years. It was my teddy bear from when I was little, and it looked and smelled like Katie had been hugging the life out of it. I smiled at that, and struggling my seat belt, gave Kate a peck on her cheek.
"I love you, too," she said with a laugh. "But I have to focus on the road if we're going to live through this."
It took two hours, but we got to Katie's home: a small apartment sixteen stories in the air. It had two bedrooms, a little closet with a small, stacked washer and dryer, a tiny kitchen, a large living room, and two bathrooms. It was nothing too fancy, but Kate had decorated it well, and the whole thing was as neat as a pin.
"I made a present for you," Kate said as soon as we entered, and she handed me a little cellophane pouch tied with ribbion.
The most wonderfully delicious candy smell met my nose, and I saw the thing was full of gummy bears.
"My favorite!" I said happily. "Thanks, Katie!"
"You're welcome, sweetheart. And before you ask, never mind just how I learned to make gummies. We've got to get you settled in, and then we've got catching up to do!'
The gummies were the single tastiest candies I've ever eaten. They weren't too soft or chewy, and each one seemed to be flavored with very sweet juice. While I was enjoying them, we brought all my stuff in. Yet another wonderful surprise: I was bunking with Kate. She'd emptied out half of her closet and four drawers to accomodate me, and when everything was packed away, she suggested that, since it was evening, we change into our pajamas.
I didn't bother pretending not to watch as Katie eased her shirt over her head.
"I picked up something else you might like," she said in her naughty voice, and I nearly fainted when I saw what she meant.
Kate's breasts were amazing enough on their own, but now she had them covered in a black, lace, bra. I got hard right away. The patterns made her breasts look darker and more mysterious. I was dying to know how they would make them feel. Kate giggled when she saw how mesmerized I was. Then she lowered her shorts, and I saw she had panties to match. My jaw fell open, and I started walking toward Kate at once.
"You're still dressed," she smiled, fighting through her giggle fit. I stripped down to my underwear, and Kate got me into my blue, rayon, pajamas.
Sliding on an overlarge tee shirt, Kate slipped into bed, and I followed her. Right away, she started petting and cuddling me, whispering how much she loved me and how glad she was we were alone. She held me close, resting my head on her breasts, and then we started making out. Kate was much hornier than usual, that was clear right away. Still, she went slowly as usual, squeezing my butt as she kissed me. But when I grabbed her butt, she moaned right away, and pulled her tee shirt out of the way. The lacce felt really good to my fingers, and Kate shivered whenever I rubbed it.
"Alex, honey, I'm going to lay on my side, and you slip your arm under my legs. Good boy! Now put the other one over them. That's the way. Now you can reach both of my cheeks at once. I want you to squeeze them for me, Alex. Please squeeze them nice and hard. Oh, yes! Just like that! God, those panties feel good when you do that! Oh yes, sweetheart, keep it up! Squeeze'em hard for Katie! Squeeze'em for your good, little, girl!"
As I did what Katie wanted, she slipped her hand through the fly of my pajamas, cupping the bulge my cock was making in my briefs. Every time she encouraged me to grab her butt, she could feel it twitch and grow a little in her hand.
"Rub it for me, Katie," I pleaded. "Get it all big and hard in your hand. Oh, that feels really good. Squeeze it a little. Make your little angel happy, Katie, dear. Oh, God! Yes, Katie. Jerk it up and down just like that! Yes! Oh, Katie, yes! Take it out and play with it. Rub the head with your thumb like that! It feels so good!"
I slipped Katie's panties down around her ankles and started playing with her fuzzy pussy. It was really warm and just coated in juices. Since there was no one to hear her, she didn't really try to be quiet either. As I rubbed her pussy, she purred and groaned loudly. Soon, she was taking hold of my hand and moving it even faster. She started humping against my hand and panting heavily, all the while managing to jerk my cock expertly.
"Finger me, Alex!" she suddenly begged. "Please, oh please put your fingers inside me!"
I might have done that before, but I don't think so. I let Katie guide my fingers in. She moaned out encouragement as I pushed them in and out of her, and groped her breasts through the lace bra. Watching her hands cup them under the tee shirt looked hot as hell to me, and I grabbed my cock with my free hand. Katie was making lewd grunting noises I'd never heard before and wildly humping herself on my hand. Suddenly, she let out a yell, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She shook and shimmied her way out of the tee shirt and bra, and in the middle of her cum, she looked at me with pleading eyes.
I knew just what she needed, and I fell on her nipples, sucking one and pinching the other. She cradled my head and whimpered loudly as, with a bit of work, I returned two fingers to her slit. She called me her darling, sweetheart, honey, and angel as I nursed her pink, perfect, little, nipple.
"Oh, God, eat me, Alex!" she cried at last.
"Yes, Katie!" I replied, eagerly diving in.
God, I missed my Katie's pussy. I loved the warmth and tanginess of her juices. I loved all the wonderful noises my tongue drew out of her. I loved the way her thighs would shiver and shake. Most of all, I loved to hear her calling out my name as her walls gripped my tongue and her juices sprayed everywhere. She was holding the back of my head with both hands, nudging me deeper still as a second orgasm washed over her, and technically speaking, me too.
"Your turn," she panted when she recovered. "I'm going to give you a treat today!"
She produced her oil again. I'll find out where she hides it someday. She slathered my cock in the stuff, and then, bending over, asked me to do the same to her butthole. Full of excitement, I did as I was was ordered, and she groaned once I slipped my finger insude. When she was good and lubed, she placed my cock at her entrance.
"Push!" she instructed. And I did. "Oh, God, that feels amazing. Just like that, Alex. In and out. Am I making you feel good, honey? Are my butt muscles grabbing your cock?"
"God yes, Katie! This is the best thing ever! Oh, good girl, Katie! Hump it just like that!"
"Grab my hips, Alex! Shove yourself in deeper!"
"Yes, Katie, dear. I bet you'll like this, too!"
"Oh hell yes! You're so good to me, Alex. Rub that pussy for me!"
I was in heaven. Katie's butthole was almost literally milking me, she was making all my favorite sounds, and I was cuddling a bit of her hair. It wasn't long before I began tensing up and Katie said something that made me lose it.
"Cum in me, Alex. Go on. Let it go for your Katie. You know you want to, so-"
She was cut off by my loud grunt as I did what she asked. I had such a powerful cum I nearly fell over. Katie slipped into orgasm number three, and didn't let me take my cock out of her until it was over. I expected it to come out dirty, but it was the color of a peach just like always. I don't know how you clean up in there, but Kate managed it as usual, which made me feel much better when she pushed my cum out into her waiting hand. I was astounded to see her swallow it, just like last time, but she simply flashed me a satisfied smile. As it turned out, she hadn't touched herself since she'd left me for the same reason I hadn't been eating or playing.
And that was the first night of my month with Katie. And there were still at least twenty-nine more to go. As I lay there in the dark, in a puddle of Katie's juices, wrapped up tight in her loving arms, I realized something: I am, and have always been, the luckiest boy who ever lived. And it's all thanks to my amazing cousin Kate.
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