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Kana was by far my favorite cousin. Her parents were awful to her. She had to do everything around the house, violin and ice-skating lessons, never allowed out of the house except to go to school. But she was always a delight and I loved her even before we were older and I had to admit that, cousin or not, she was one of the hottest women I had ever seen.
My senior high school year is one I will never forget, thanks to Kana. Her parents decided I could tutor her in Algebra, for free of course, they never even considered paying me, but I didn’t mind. So every other Wednesday my aunt would bring Kana over and she would go in my room and study while they sat in the kitchen 20 feet away and talked. I figured out in the first hour that Kana didn’t need tutoring in algebra. She had all As in school but her parents were convinced she wasn’t up to the standard she would need for college. Kana approached the task with defiance and boredom. She didn’t want to be bossed around by her older cousin and honestly I think she knew the material better than I did. So it was very difficult to get her to actually focus, but I never told her parents this or she would get in trouble and also, my worst fear, maybe stop coming over to be tutored.
It took me a while to figure this out, but: Kana was a vixen from the very start. For a long while I felt guilty about staring at her legs and lips and looking down her shirt at her bra. As she left, every time, I would jerk off while thinking about her. It got to the point that she was the only girl I ever thought about while jerking off. And I felt really bad about it for a long time. But slowly I realized that she was ... interested in me, or if not me specifically, then the same things I was interested in. I think it was the fact that she was never, ever allowed to be alone with other guys her age, and definitely not alone in a room where the door was usually closed. And it was always her that sat ball-achingly too close to me, clutching my elbow, sometimes leaning her head on my shoulder as we looked at the books, sometimes her knee touching me in a way that I thought would make me go crazy.
After a couple of months of this, Kana was being especially difficult. She kept leaning her head on my shoulder and looking at me with her beautiful eyes and saying “can we do something else, this is borrrring!” I told her what I always told her: No, you have to learn for your education. This is important. Then I said: “I’m going to start making you give me a kiss every time you get an example wrong.” She got the next ten in a row wrong and I knew she was doing it on purpose, but I never carried through with my threat, but she said: “I guess now you have to kiss me” and she leaned in and parted her lips. I had kissed girls before, but it was electric when I touched her, her body felt like a tightly wound spring and energy was pulsing in her lips. I pulled back though after our lips touched for a second. But she kept getting the answers wrong on purpose and I was tempted with each kiss to grab the back of her head and slip my tongue between her lips. But. I behaved myself, that time. As she was leaving I said: “I think this is a bad system, you seem to like kissing me.” She smiled but said nothing. “So maybe next time you only get a kiss if you get the examples right.”
Two weeks later she came into my room and set the book down and gave me all of the answers, just rattled them off the top of her head. More than a week’s worth of homework and she did it from memory in only a few minutes. “So now...” Kana said, leaning in and closing her eyes. And I kissed her lips, chaste, not really even romantically, probably acceptable for cousins. Well, almost. But I really, desperately wanted to kiss her deeply, and I could tell she did too. I was just about to pull away from her when she slid her tongue into my mouth. “Kana,” I started to say, pulling back. “That was only three kisses and I did 15 exercises,” she said and lunged for me, and then her tongue was in my mouth again. So I French-kissed my cousin Kana for the next almost half hour but kept my hands on the outside of her arms, high-school dance style. I was dying to run my hands up and down the front of her school girl blouse or maybe slide them up her skirt. But no, this was my beloved cousin, I couldn’t, even if I did constantly get a hard-on every time I thought of her, and thought of her every time I jerked off. I got through that hour somehow and acted like a gentleman, but I have no idea how I managed to control myself. I looked forward to the next session with fear and anticipation.
I tried to prepare by coming up with much harder material so she wouldn’t just blaze through it. But no matter what I did, she seemed to have a counter for it. She was ready for me. She knew the advanced material, every question. I finally admitted that she should probably be tutoring me. “Well we can both show each other things,” she said with a smile. “How about, if you can find a problem I can’t solve then it will be my turn to show you something? And then if you can’t answer, maybe you have to show me?” I didn’t really understand what she was thinking but I said sure, sounds like a fun game. It took me a couple of tries but finally found an algebra problem she couldn’t solve...or at least pretended she couldn’t. “So now my turn to show you something,” she announced, looking pleased with herself. “What do you want?” I said, I don’t know, whatever you can teach me I guess. “Not algebra,” Kana said, then she leaned forward and whispered: “I’ll show you my panties.”
And like that she was pulling up her blue and grey plaid school skirt and showing me white cotton panties and lots of bare thigh. I drank it all in while trying to remain a gentleman. She flipped the skirt down to her knees and then flipped to the back of the book and asked me to solve a problem. I didn’t know the answer until she told me the solution, easily. She was playing me like a piano.
“Your turn now,” Kana said, “to show.” “Show what,” I asked. “I want to see it,” she said, eyes wide with expectation. “Please.” And she was tugging at my belt. “Kana I....” I began and she said “your turn, you have to play by the rules.” “But Kana I’m your cousin” I said, “I shouldn’t...” and then she folded her arms and turned away pouting. “I never saw one in real life,” Kana said, looking like she was about to cry. The almost-crying made my dick shrink back to normal size. I thought then it would be disgraceful to pull out a full bone in front of my little cousin. So it was soft and just sat there on my lap after I unzipped and pulled it out for her to look at. But with her intent gaze it didn’t stay that way for long and her eyes got almost round watching it grow. She was leaning forward to touch it when we heard footsteps in the hallway and I barely got myself rearranged before someone was knocking on the door.
The next two weeks were torture as I thought about Kana in all of my spare time. The next time she came back I was ready. I had on loose sweatpants and nothing underneath. As soon as the door was shut Kana sat down next to me and said “I want to see it again.” I pulled it out, fully erect and showed it to her. She let out a little breath and stared at it, admiring it. It’s very flattering to have a beautiful girl admiring your cock. I let her play with it. She was checking it out, feeling it, everything new for her. This went on for ten minutes easily. She wasn’t really stroking it or I would’ve cum in a hurry. She was just...looking at it, feeling it, but it was driving me crazy. It’s my little cousin, I kept telling myself, grown-ups are in the next room. But then I was closing her fist around it, showing her how I liked it, how to move it up and down, and she was instantly good at it. So good that after only a minute I had to say “that’s enough” and put it away. She pulled back the front of the sweatpants and saw my dick twitching, trying not to cum. “Is it gonna?” She asked. “Yeah,” I said, “that’s why I had to stop.” “I wanna see it,” she said. “Kana, no,” I said, “we need to...” “I’ll show you ... mine...if you let me see.” I really wanted to see. She was moving her hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing the skirt back and, god help me, she had no panties on. So there I was staring at Kana’s pussy which I was sure was perfectly virgin and probably the best one I would ever see, and I really wanted to get off so I thought what the fuck. The conversation in the kitchen seemed normal. I grabbed two or three tissues from the box on my desk and said quietly “okay here goes” and shot my wad staring at my little cousin’s pussy. She watched me cum, smiling, holding her skirt up until I had cleaned up the last of the cum from my shaft, then she insisted on watching my cock grow smaller as she stared, fascinated.
The next session, I knew it couldn’t go on this way. She immediately tried to get me to unzip my pants but I told her, no, we need to study for at least the first half hour. She pouted but then she did it, answering every question instantly. At exactly the half hour she said “okay now let’s practice something else.”
Don’t judge me if you have never had a hot girl in a school uniform trying to unzip your pants and take your cock out. I have to say, I did a pretty good job of holding back and just letting her handle my cock without doing all the things I wanted to do to her, had fantasized about doing to her. “I did some online research how to do it better,” Kana said and she leaned over my cock. For one breathtaking second I thought she was going to put her lips on it, but instead she opened her lips and let a long stream of spit trickle out over her tongue and onto my cock. Then she was using her spit to give me a very wet handjob, and she was fucking spectacular at it. I started to pull back but she stopped me and reached past me, her tiny breasts in the school uniform brushing against my face which I am pretty sure was no accident, and got a handful of tissues so that she could stop the eruption of cum that she pumped out a few seconds later. She held the gooey tissue in her hand and looked at it fascinated, poking her finger into a pool of my cum and then running some between her thumb and finger. I knew what she was going to do next. She slowly licked the cum off her thumb, tasting it. She dipped her finger in one last time and rubbed a thin film over her lips. I felt myself incredibly getting hard again but I tucked my cock away and tried to pretend we were studying, and to ignore the view of my cum on her lips. When the hour was up and she heard footsteps coming down the hall she sensually licked the dried cum off her lips and then gave me a quick kiss goodbye.
By then I was of course madly in love with my little cousin. I didn’t know where it was headed and I was barely 18 myself so largely I didn’t care other than the basic love and respect I had for her. I didn’t want her to get caught and didn’t want anything to happen that would ruin her life. I made a pact I was never going to have sex with her. It made me sad to come to that decision but I knew it was the right thing. This could never last, and there had to be a boundary, and I had to be the one to set it.
The time between our meetings was torture. Every time. The two weeks went by and then she was in my room again and the door was closed. “Can we study on the floor?” She asked, plopping down on the carpet. “Sure, I guess so,” I said, “why not” and sat down across from her with a pile of books in the middle. “It’s hot in here, I’m taking my shoes off,” she said, and she did, and then I watched her slowly roll down her black schoolgirl socks exposing the pale flesh of her slender legs. She sat there cross-legged, sometimes stretching out her long legs and wiggling her toes, knee swinging, skirt moving teasingly, giving me looks at her thighs. But she listened patiently as I stumbled through my algebra examples, trying to concentrate. She interrupted me after about 10 minutes and pointed out where I had made a mistake in my calculations. “So you got it wrong,” she said, “and now I get to show you something.”
And she spread her legs, no panties, letting me see everything. She used the heel of her bare foot to s**tter the books. She was trying to pull me closer. I’ll admit, Kana’s pussy was the first one I ever touched, the first one I ever fingered. She let out a sharp cry when my finger went inside her and I thought for a second that she was in pain. Footsteps came from the kitchen and Kana was pushing her dress down before I could even withdraw my finger, and I was frantically arranging the algebra book between us. I guess things looked normal when Kana’s step walked in because she was pouting and said “I stubbed my toe!” “You should be wearing shoes” she screamed back and slammed the door. I could see why Kana hated her. She waited for the footsteps to retreat and then opened up her legs, pulled back the skirt and said “Shhhhh” with a silent laugh. It wasn’t until later that I realized not all girls were like Kana. her pussy was the most sensitive one I have ever seen. She had to stifle a gasp with even the slightest touch of her clit or as soon as a finger slipped inside her. Her body would tremble and she would start to cry out so much that she had to grab the pillow from my bed and bury her face in it while I fingered her. I could only get one finger in but it was plenty for her. Her hole was so wet with thick fluid, it was running down the crevices of her thighs and onto my carpet. I’m ashamed to admit I sniffed and licked that carpet many times afterward. She was whimpering into the pillow and her pussy shaking on my finger and we had to keep moving slowly, quietly and I felt like there was a tiger inside that couldn’t get out. You can only keep this up so long before you lose your mind and suddenly I was on top of Kana and we were dry-humping, thrusting in my jeans against her exposed pussy and her hips were moving in ways I have never seen since, and I very nearly creamed my jeans as she slipped her tongue inside my mouth but then she started to give out a yip and I had to bring the pillow down over her face fast. This is ridiculous, I thought to myself, no skin touching at all. And then I realized that if someone walked in right now.... I pulled back and Kana sat up, fixing her hair and smoothing out her skirt. It’s amazing how fast an hour can go when you don’t want the time to end. She let me play with her legs for a minute before I watched her pull her socks on and wedge her small feet into the leather shoes. She had me wrapped around her finger, and she knew it.
I was a little afraid of Kana now. Afraid of the situation because I knew we were going to get caught. In English class a teacher asked me to define “untenable” and I almost answered “carrying on a relationship with your cousin when the grown-ups are in the next room.” Kana was insatiable and I was afraid where it would go, not just with us but with her. But after two weeks of worry I forgot it all when I saw her walk into my room and close the door. “Do you want to see what I’ve learned?” “Sure,” I said, guardedly. “Then take it out,” she said, plopping down on the floor. In another two minutes my dick was out and she was giving me another expert spit job, this one leagues better than her first one. She had tissues at the ready but when the time came she set them aside and covered the top of my cock with her tiny hand, then turned it over and slowly studied the load, stringy like a white spider’s web between her fingers. I watched in fascinated horror as she licked at my cum on her fingers like it was ice cream. “So,” she said, “a cute guy asked me out at school.” “Oh yeah,” I said. Study sessions with Kana seemed more and more like an X-rated episode of Alice In Wonderland. “If I can ever get away from home long enough for a date I think he’ll be the one where we...you know.” I looked at her, my eyes just coming back into focus fully from the huge orgasm she had produced. She laid a friendly hand on my cock and patted it: “We can’t ...you know, since we’re related we could make a mutant baby.” She wiped the rest of the cum off her hand with the tissue. “But next time we need to practice. I want to suck it good for him.” Never after Kana could I get that instantly hard for another woman. I probably never will. “Now your turn,” she said and lifted up her skirt and pushed the pillow up to her face.
I knew what was coming that next time, and somehow I knew it would be the last time. I was wearing my sweatpants in breathless anticipation of Kana pulling them down and finally putting her lips and mouth where I had been dreaming about for way too long. Somehow I made it to that day and she was there in my room. All business this time. “Sorry if you are mad that I said I wouldn’t ... you know ... with you.” “No, no,” I said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to do that.” “Oh good, I thought you’d be mad,” she said. “But do you want to help me?” “Sure,” I said, “anything.” “Well, I want to know how to do it right for him, a good job you know.” “That’s what you said last time,” I nodded. “So I need the practice,” Kana said, pulling my sweatpants down and grasping my cock. She did it like a professional now. She lowered her face to it with no hesitation at all. Eagerness, if anything. She had her tongue out and was licking the head of my cock in the next instant. I had stared at her lips many times. She had lips that were unusually big for a Japanese girl, but I had never noticed her tongue. I wasn’t sure how it all fit inside her mouth. It was wide and long, and I have never since seen a girl use her tongue half as well as Kana did the first time. I very nearly came before she ever got her lips around the tip of my cock. I gently pushed her back and said she had to go slow to draw the experience out, make the guy anticipate what’s coming next. She took it as a rebuke and looked a little hurt. I bore my heart to her then, told her she was the loveliest girl I had ever seen and she probably had no idea the influence she had on me and other men, and that was why even the slightest touch from her would drive us crazy, and that was all she was doing wrong: She was just too damned hot. She listened and nodded and after waiting a couple of agonizing minutes she started again and this time her technique was flawless, her tongue was just teasing enough that I thought I would scream from the desire for more. When her lips parted and her mouth went down on my cock it was like a plunge into a cool pool on a hot day. I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my hips into her face before pulling myself back from the almost a****l edge I almost went over. Kana slowed her pace and drew it out. I had to stare anywhere else but at her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were always looking at me and I knew that if I stared into them I would cum instantly.
But you can only avoid eye contact in that situation with such a beautiful woman for so long and when our eyes locked I felt an epic orgasm coming on. I tried to push her off of me before it was too late and her head came back and then the greatest orgasm of my life unleashed right into her face and hair. I pulled some kind of tendon in my thigh I came so hard, and all the time the alarm bells were going off because her face and clothes were absolutely covered in cum and we could be interrupted literally at any second. She just laughed at my discomfort and I realized she was even more turned on by the precarious situation. I darted forward, blotting the cum from her hair and off of her blouse while she slid a glob from her nose onto the tip of her tongue. “You should’ve let me take it in my mouth,” she said, “this mess is all your fault.” We spent our last minutes alone together desperately trying to clean up every trace of cum from out of her hair and off of her face and blouse.
That was the last time. I was told Kana got the top grade in algebra and didn’t need tutoring anymore. I wasn’t surprised, but part of me wondered if they knew somehow. After that I only saw Kana at the rare gatherings and we were never alone together. I went off to college in the fall and I later was happy to hear that she got out of her house by marrying some white guy. I hoped she was happy but she had cut off all communication with her parents. It was a minor scandal. I have a steady girlfriend now and we live together, and I love her, but I’ll be honest with you: there are a lot of times that I still think about Kana. I also realized one other thing: I never saw her tits.
My senior high school year is one I will never forget, thanks to Kana. Her parents decided I could tutor her in Algebra, for free of course, they never even considered paying me, but I didn’t mind. So every other Wednesday my aunt would bring Kana over and she would go in my room and study while they sat in the kitchen 20 feet away and talked. I figured out in the first hour that Kana didn’t need tutoring in algebra. She had all As in school but her parents were convinced she wasn’t up to the standard she would need for college. Kana approached the task with defiance and boredom. She didn’t want to be bossed around by her older cousin and honestly I think she knew the material better than I did. So it was very difficult to get her to actually focus, but I never told her parents this or she would get in trouble and also, my worst fear, maybe stop coming over to be tutored.
It took me a while to figure this out, but: Kana was a vixen from the very start. For a long while I felt guilty about staring at her legs and lips and looking down her shirt at her bra. As she left, every time, I would jerk off while thinking about her. It got to the point that she was the only girl I ever thought about while jerking off. And I felt really bad about it for a long time. But slowly I realized that she was ... interested in me, or if not me specifically, then the same things I was interested in. I think it was the fact that she was never, ever allowed to be alone with other guys her age, and definitely not alone in a room where the door was usually closed. And it was always her that sat ball-achingly too close to me, clutching my elbow, sometimes leaning her head on my shoulder as we looked at the books, sometimes her knee touching me in a way that I thought would make me go crazy.
After a couple of months of this, Kana was being especially difficult. She kept leaning her head on my shoulder and looking at me with her beautiful eyes and saying “can we do something else, this is borrrring!” I told her what I always told her: No, you have to learn for your education. This is important. Then I said: “I’m going to start making you give me a kiss every time you get an example wrong.” She got the next ten in a row wrong and I knew she was doing it on purpose, but I never carried through with my threat, but she said: “I guess now you have to kiss me” and she leaned in and parted her lips. I had kissed girls before, but it was electric when I touched her, her body felt like a tightly wound spring and energy was pulsing in her lips. I pulled back though after our lips touched for a second. But she kept getting the answers wrong on purpose and I was tempted with each kiss to grab the back of her head and slip my tongue between her lips. But. I behaved myself, that time. As she was leaving I said: “I think this is a bad system, you seem to like kissing me.” She smiled but said nothing. “So maybe next time you only get a kiss if you get the examples right.”
Two weeks later she came into my room and set the book down and gave me all of the answers, just rattled them off the top of her head. More than a week’s worth of homework and she did it from memory in only a few minutes. “So now...” Kana said, leaning in and closing her eyes. And I kissed her lips, chaste, not really even romantically, probably acceptable for cousins. Well, almost. But I really, desperately wanted to kiss her deeply, and I could tell she did too. I was just about to pull away from her when she slid her tongue into my mouth. “Kana,” I started to say, pulling back. “That was only three kisses and I did 15 exercises,” she said and lunged for me, and then her tongue was in my mouth again. So I French-kissed my cousin Kana for the next almost half hour but kept my hands on the outside of her arms, high-school dance style. I was dying to run my hands up and down the front of her school girl blouse or maybe slide them up her skirt. But no, this was my beloved cousin, I couldn’t, even if I did constantly get a hard-on every time I thought of her, and thought of her every time I jerked off. I got through that hour somehow and acted like a gentleman, but I have no idea how I managed to control myself. I looked forward to the next session with fear and anticipation.
I tried to prepare by coming up with much harder material so she wouldn’t just blaze through it. But no matter what I did, she seemed to have a counter for it. She was ready for me. She knew the advanced material, every question. I finally admitted that she should probably be tutoring me. “Well we can both show each other things,” she said with a smile. “How about, if you can find a problem I can’t solve then it will be my turn to show you something? And then if you can’t answer, maybe you have to show me?” I didn’t really understand what she was thinking but I said sure, sounds like a fun game. It took me a couple of tries but finally found an algebra problem she couldn’t solve...or at least pretended she couldn’t. “So now my turn to show you something,” she announced, looking pleased with herself. “What do you want?” I said, I don’t know, whatever you can teach me I guess. “Not algebra,” Kana said, then she leaned forward and whispered: “I’ll show you my panties.”
And like that she was pulling up her blue and grey plaid school skirt and showing me white cotton panties and lots of bare thigh. I drank it all in while trying to remain a gentleman. She flipped the skirt down to her knees and then flipped to the back of the book and asked me to solve a problem. I didn’t know the answer until she told me the solution, easily. She was playing me like a piano.
“Your turn now,” Kana said, “to show.” “Show what,” I asked. “I want to see it,” she said, eyes wide with expectation. “Please.” And she was tugging at my belt. “Kana I....” I began and she said “your turn, you have to play by the rules.” “But Kana I’m your cousin” I said, “I shouldn’t...” and then she folded her arms and turned away pouting. “I never saw one in real life,” Kana said, looking like she was about to cry. The almost-crying made my dick shrink back to normal size. I thought then it would be disgraceful to pull out a full bone in front of my little cousin. So it was soft and just sat there on my lap after I unzipped and pulled it out for her to look at. But with her intent gaze it didn’t stay that way for long and her eyes got almost round watching it grow. She was leaning forward to touch it when we heard footsteps in the hallway and I barely got myself rearranged before someone was knocking on the door.
The next two weeks were torture as I thought about Kana in all of my spare time. The next time she came back I was ready. I had on loose sweatpants and nothing underneath. As soon as the door was shut Kana sat down next to me and said “I want to see it again.” I pulled it out, fully erect and showed it to her. She let out a little breath and stared at it, admiring it. It’s very flattering to have a beautiful girl admiring your cock. I let her play with it. She was checking it out, feeling it, everything new for her. This went on for ten minutes easily. She wasn’t really stroking it or I would’ve cum in a hurry. She was just...looking at it, feeling it, but it was driving me crazy. It’s my little cousin, I kept telling myself, grown-ups are in the next room. But then I was closing her fist around it, showing her how I liked it, how to move it up and down, and she was instantly good at it. So good that after only a minute I had to say “that’s enough” and put it away. She pulled back the front of the sweatpants and saw my dick twitching, trying not to cum. “Is it gonna?” She asked. “Yeah,” I said, “that’s why I had to stop.” “I wanna see it,” she said. “Kana, no,” I said, “we need to...” “I’ll show you ... mine...if you let me see.” I really wanted to see. She was moving her hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing the skirt back and, god help me, she had no panties on. So there I was staring at Kana’s pussy which I was sure was perfectly virgin and probably the best one I would ever see, and I really wanted to get off so I thought what the fuck. The conversation in the kitchen seemed normal. I grabbed two or three tissues from the box on my desk and said quietly “okay here goes” and shot my wad staring at my little cousin’s pussy. She watched me cum, smiling, holding her skirt up until I had cleaned up the last of the cum from my shaft, then she insisted on watching my cock grow smaller as she stared, fascinated.
The next session, I knew it couldn’t go on this way. She immediately tried to get me to unzip my pants but I told her, no, we need to study for at least the first half hour. She pouted but then she did it, answering every question instantly. At exactly the half hour she said “okay now let’s practice something else.”
Don’t judge me if you have never had a hot girl in a school uniform trying to unzip your pants and take your cock out. I have to say, I did a pretty good job of holding back and just letting her handle my cock without doing all the things I wanted to do to her, had fantasized about doing to her. “I did some online research how to do it better,” Kana said and she leaned over my cock. For one breathtaking second I thought she was going to put her lips on it, but instead she opened her lips and let a long stream of spit trickle out over her tongue and onto my cock. Then she was using her spit to give me a very wet handjob, and she was fucking spectacular at it. I started to pull back but she stopped me and reached past me, her tiny breasts in the school uniform brushing against my face which I am pretty sure was no accident, and got a handful of tissues so that she could stop the eruption of cum that she pumped out a few seconds later. She held the gooey tissue in her hand and looked at it fascinated, poking her finger into a pool of my cum and then running some between her thumb and finger. I knew what she was going to do next. She slowly licked the cum off her thumb, tasting it. She dipped her finger in one last time and rubbed a thin film over her lips. I felt myself incredibly getting hard again but I tucked my cock away and tried to pretend we were studying, and to ignore the view of my cum on her lips. When the hour was up and she heard footsteps coming down the hall she sensually licked the dried cum off her lips and then gave me a quick kiss goodbye.
By then I was of course madly in love with my little cousin. I didn’t know where it was headed and I was barely 18 myself so largely I didn’t care other than the basic love and respect I had for her. I didn’t want her to get caught and didn’t want anything to happen that would ruin her life. I made a pact I was never going to have sex with her. It made me sad to come to that decision but I knew it was the right thing. This could never last, and there had to be a boundary, and I had to be the one to set it.
The time between our meetings was torture. Every time. The two weeks went by and then she was in my room again and the door was closed. “Can we study on the floor?” She asked, plopping down on the carpet. “Sure, I guess so,” I said, “why not” and sat down across from her with a pile of books in the middle. “It’s hot in here, I’m taking my shoes off,” she said, and she did, and then I watched her slowly roll down her black schoolgirl socks exposing the pale flesh of her slender legs. She sat there cross-legged, sometimes stretching out her long legs and wiggling her toes, knee swinging, skirt moving teasingly, giving me looks at her thighs. But she listened patiently as I stumbled through my algebra examples, trying to concentrate. She interrupted me after about 10 minutes and pointed out where I had made a mistake in my calculations. “So you got it wrong,” she said, “and now I get to show you something.”
And she spread her legs, no panties, letting me see everything. She used the heel of her bare foot to s**tter the books. She was trying to pull me closer. I’ll admit, Kana’s pussy was the first one I ever touched, the first one I ever fingered. She let out a sharp cry when my finger went inside her and I thought for a second that she was in pain. Footsteps came from the kitchen and Kana was pushing her dress down before I could even withdraw my finger, and I was frantically arranging the algebra book between us. I guess things looked normal when Kana’s step walked in because she was pouting and said “I stubbed my toe!” “You should be wearing shoes” she screamed back and slammed the door. I could see why Kana hated her. She waited for the footsteps to retreat and then opened up her legs, pulled back the skirt and said “Shhhhh” with a silent laugh. It wasn’t until later that I realized not all girls were like Kana. her pussy was the most sensitive one I have ever seen. She had to stifle a gasp with even the slightest touch of her clit or as soon as a finger slipped inside her. Her body would tremble and she would start to cry out so much that she had to grab the pillow from my bed and bury her face in it while I fingered her. I could only get one finger in but it was plenty for her. Her hole was so wet with thick fluid, it was running down the crevices of her thighs and onto my carpet. I’m ashamed to admit I sniffed and licked that carpet many times afterward. She was whimpering into the pillow and her pussy shaking on my finger and we had to keep moving slowly, quietly and I felt like there was a tiger inside that couldn’t get out. You can only keep this up so long before you lose your mind and suddenly I was on top of Kana and we were dry-humping, thrusting in my jeans against her exposed pussy and her hips were moving in ways I have never seen since, and I very nearly creamed my jeans as she slipped her tongue inside my mouth but then she started to give out a yip and I had to bring the pillow down over her face fast. This is ridiculous, I thought to myself, no skin touching at all. And then I realized that if someone walked in right now.... I pulled back and Kana sat up, fixing her hair and smoothing out her skirt. It’s amazing how fast an hour can go when you don’t want the time to end. She let me play with her legs for a minute before I watched her pull her socks on and wedge her small feet into the leather shoes. She had me wrapped around her finger, and she knew it.
I was a little afraid of Kana now. Afraid of the situation because I knew we were going to get caught. In English class a teacher asked me to define “untenable” and I almost answered “carrying on a relationship with your cousin when the grown-ups are in the next room.” Kana was insatiable and I was afraid where it would go, not just with us but with her. But after two weeks of worry I forgot it all when I saw her walk into my room and close the door. “Do you want to see what I’ve learned?” “Sure,” I said, guardedly. “Then take it out,” she said, plopping down on the floor. In another two minutes my dick was out and she was giving me another expert spit job, this one leagues better than her first one. She had tissues at the ready but when the time came she set them aside and covered the top of my cock with her tiny hand, then turned it over and slowly studied the load, stringy like a white spider’s web between her fingers. I watched in fascinated horror as she licked at my cum on her fingers like it was ice cream. “So,” she said, “a cute guy asked me out at school.” “Oh yeah,” I said. Study sessions with Kana seemed more and more like an X-rated episode of Alice In Wonderland. “If I can ever get away from home long enough for a date I think he’ll be the one where we...you know.” I looked at her, my eyes just coming back into focus fully from the huge orgasm she had produced. She laid a friendly hand on my cock and patted it: “We can’t ...you know, since we’re related we could make a mutant baby.” She wiped the rest of the cum off her hand with the tissue. “But next time we need to practice. I want to suck it good for him.” Never after Kana could I get that instantly hard for another woman. I probably never will. “Now your turn,” she said and lifted up her skirt and pushed the pillow up to her face.
I knew what was coming that next time, and somehow I knew it would be the last time. I was wearing my sweatpants in breathless anticipation of Kana pulling them down and finally putting her lips and mouth where I had been dreaming about for way too long. Somehow I made it to that day and she was there in my room. All business this time. “Sorry if you are mad that I said I wouldn’t ... you know ... with you.” “No, no,” I said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to do that.” “Oh good, I thought you’d be mad,” she said. “But do you want to help me?” “Sure,” I said, “anything.” “Well, I want to know how to do it right for him, a good job you know.” “That’s what you said last time,” I nodded. “So I need the practice,” Kana said, pulling my sweatpants down and grasping my cock. She did it like a professional now. She lowered her face to it with no hesitation at all. Eagerness, if anything. She had her tongue out and was licking the head of my cock in the next instant. I had stared at her lips many times. She had lips that were unusually big for a Japanese girl, but I had never noticed her tongue. I wasn’t sure how it all fit inside her mouth. It was wide and long, and I have never since seen a girl use her tongue half as well as Kana did the first time. I very nearly came before she ever got her lips around the tip of my cock. I gently pushed her back and said she had to go slow to draw the experience out, make the guy anticipate what’s coming next. She took it as a rebuke and looked a little hurt. I bore my heart to her then, told her she was the loveliest girl I had ever seen and she probably had no idea the influence she had on me and other men, and that was why even the slightest touch from her would drive us crazy, and that was all she was doing wrong: She was just too damned hot. She listened and nodded and after waiting a couple of agonizing minutes she started again and this time her technique was flawless, her tongue was just teasing enough that I thought I would scream from the desire for more. When her lips parted and her mouth went down on my cock it was like a plunge into a cool pool on a hot day. I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my hips into her face before pulling myself back from the almost a****l edge I almost went over. Kana slowed her pace and drew it out. I had to stare anywhere else but at her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were always looking at me and I knew that if I stared into them I would cum instantly.
But you can only avoid eye contact in that situation with such a beautiful woman for so long and when our eyes locked I felt an epic orgasm coming on. I tried to push her off of me before it was too late and her head came back and then the greatest orgasm of my life unleashed right into her face and hair. I pulled some kind of tendon in my thigh I came so hard, and all the time the alarm bells were going off because her face and clothes were absolutely covered in cum and we could be interrupted literally at any second. She just laughed at my discomfort and I realized she was even more turned on by the precarious situation. I darted forward, blotting the cum from her hair and off of her blouse while she slid a glob from her nose onto the tip of her tongue. “You should’ve let me take it in my mouth,” she said, “this mess is all your fault.” We spent our last minutes alone together desperately trying to clean up every trace of cum from out of her hair and off of her face and blouse.
That was the last time. I was told Kana got the top grade in algebra and didn’t need tutoring anymore. I wasn’t surprised, but part of me wondered if they knew somehow. After that I only saw Kana at the rare gatherings and we were never alone together. I went off to college in the fall and I later was happy to hear that she got out of her house by marrying some white guy. I hoped she was happy but she had cut off all communication with her parents. It was a minor scandal. I have a steady girlfriend now and we live together, and I love her, but I’ll be honest with you: there are a lot of times that I still think about Kana. I also realized one other thing: I never saw her tits.
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