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The summer storm was sudden and violent, sending all of us scrambling to gather our stuff from the beach. The guests of the resort scrambled for the vans, a driver ready to take us back to the hotel. I lined up behind Samantha, my cousin, her mother not far behind us as we started climbing into the vehicle. It was obvious there were more people than seats and I wondered how long those left behind might have to wait for another shuttle.
I tried to brace myself, protecting my cousin from the push of bodies pressing forward, people seeking shelter out of the wind and rain. Taller than her by a head, I had a very clear view over her shoulder, my eyes drawn to the deep cleavage in front of me, her tanned and toned body more than enough to make any man take a second look. Placing my hand on her hip, I helped her up into the van, the soft feel of her skin hot to my touch as I tried to ignore the hour-glass curve of her body. Sliding next to her in the second row, she flashed me a worried smile.
"Double up!" someone called from outside and I looked at my cousin, shrugging as she stood up and I slid underneath her, her bikini covered bottom resting lightly on my swim trunk covered lap. She turned so that she leaned against the window, her body twisted so that she could see my face and talk comfortably.
"Oh good, you guys found a spot," I heard Aunt Sarah say, her voice filled with relief as she found a seat at the back of the van. Our family vacation, extended to include aunts, uncles, cousins and even a grandparent, was in full swing, much of my mom's side joining us for our annual trek to the Caribbean.
"Yeah mom, we're fine," Samantha said, bouncing just the tiniest bit, but way too much for my tastes. Her eighteen-year old body was light, barely a bother, but it was the round curves of her cute little behind I'd already noticed that had me worried now. From my close vantage point I could see the goose bumps form on her arms, a bit of wondering confusion setting into my mind. The ride to the hotel was a thirty-minute affair on a sunny day; with the roads clogged with people fleeing the shores, how much longer would it take now?
I smiled weakly at her, trying not to be obvious in checking her out, though not enough to stop. She looked at me with an inquisitive smile, holding my gaze until I looked away, embarrassed by the way I was being forced to fight my body's reaction to our closeness. I tried to find a place for my hands, but the only place that felt comfortable was atop her thighs, so with a sigh I set them down on her.
"You okay, Jason?" Samantha asked me, her eyes twinkling brightly in the settling gloom, her hand grasping my wrists and pulling them up higher on her legs.
"Yeah," I croaked, my voice breaking as it hadn't since I was twelve. Samantha's giggle was sweet and I felt myself blush. Here I was, twenty years old, my cousin sitting on my lap and I was acting like a love-sick teenager. At least her mother would never know my condition.
The van doors were shut, the dark windows opened at the bottom, letting in a bit of air as we rumbled forward, joining the trail of buses heading up the windy road back to the main strip of hotels. Everything seemed to be going fine until the gentle rocking of the van caused my sexy cousin to jostle on my lap, her bottom pressing ever harder into my groin. The softness of her body had a predictable effect and sooner than I had feared, my boner was poking her in the rear.
She turned to look at me, a curious look on her face and then as lightning flashed I could clearly see that she was smiling deviously. Our eyes locked, and I tried to convey my apologies, but I think my concerned look only indicated that I was in danger of losing control. Her fingers began to caress my hand, tracing across them lightly, adding to my dilemma.
"Where is your towel?" Samantha whispered. "I'm cold."
My towel was underneath me and I had to push up off the seat to reach it. After much twisting and turning, I finally pulled the towel out and handed it to her, sitting back down, a bit winded from the effort. The couple next to us only gave us a ‘look’ as we seemed to interrupt their nap as they clung to one another.
Samantha d****d the towel over her lap, concealing our hands and everything below, including much of my body. Her hands once again took hold of mine and as I tried to concentrate on the rain soaked road through the windshield, she began to slowly twist back and forth. At first I thought she was trying to find a more comfortable spot, but I soon realized she was happy right where she was. The feel of my cock pressed against her ass making her eyes flutter beneath closed lids, as I felt her pull my hand higher onto her thighs.
"Ooh," a woman groaned near us, though I couldn't tell who. There were some soft chuckles and then it repeated again, along with the sound of a very wet kiss. The sky was black as night now, the only light the reflection of the headlights off the van in front of ours. I could barely make out any details of our fellow passengers, the soft sounds sexier in the darkness.
"Hey now, none of that," an unknown man said, more nervous laughing following.
All was quiet for a few minutes, our vehicle inching forward through the driving rain. The sound of clothes being rustled started low and slow, but soon, as everyone hushed to make out the noise, it became clearer and more pronounced. Someone, a man, I guessed, was starting to breathe heavier in time with the soft whisper of skin rubbing against material.
"Seriously," the man's voice warned again.
"Shut up, prude!" a woman chastised. "Damn Americans. Think they always make the rules."
There were some grumbling agreements with the woman's words and it seemed as if whoever had objected would not speak up again. The rustling continued, joined by more soft whimpers from the woman. It was only a few minutes when a distinct aroma started to fill the stuffy van. My nose twitched, as I had smelled this scent only once before. It wasn't exactly what I remembered, but it was close enough that I could recognize the smell of a woman's arousal permeating the air.
I felt Samantha's soft moan, her body vibrating atop mine as her almost inaudible sound escaped her throat. She pulled against my hand, dragging it across the top of her thighs until the tips of my fingers were pressed up against the edge of her bikini bottom. She squeezed her legs together, her soft thigh pushing against my fully engorged cock which was now pressed up against my stomach.
My heart began to race as my mouth dried up. I licked my lips trying to return moisture to my mouth as what my cousin was doing was sending me signals I knew couldn't possibly be true. Unfortunately, my cock seemed to know that her sweet ass was right on the other side of my bathing suit and was doing its best to escape. No matter how much I might try to deny my attraction to her because she was my cousin, my body knew better.
There seemed to be more rustling noises around us as more people seemed to be inspired by the unknown woman. The silhouette of the couple on the front passenger seat left no doubt that they were busily necking, their mouths opening and closing steadily as they kissed deeply. I even felt some shifting by the pair next to us and I wondered if I had felt the man's hand slip around to cup his partner's ass.
The driver, sensing a shift in the van, turned on the radio; soft music drowning out some of the noise the passengers were generating. Once again, Samantha took hold of my hand, my fingers now being pushed between her slowly spreading thighs, the heat of her body palpable. The seam of her bikini was thick against the pad of my index finger, the soft skin of her leg pressing against the back of my hand.
I looked up at her, searching her eyes for some confirmation what she wanted, but she still had them closed. With a ragged breath, I steeled myself, hoping against hope that I was right and not suddenly going to be hearing a scream coming from my cousin. Pushing forward, I slipped my finger underneath her bikini just above her pussy. I heard her suck in air softly through her lips, her body tensing as I pulled the material away, sliding them a fraction of an inch so that I could maneuver my fingers to her sex.
Samantha, sitting perpendicular across my lap, reached over and slid her hand across the bulge my cock was making in my trunks. Her fingers slid up and down my shaft slowly, exploring the feel of my manhood, squeezing it tenderly. I let out a low groan as if we were completely alone, my face immediately burning with shame as the passengers laughed, someone even whistling loudly.
"That sounded good," said the familiar woman's voice. "Glad to hear someone else is having a good time while we are stuck here."
Samantha's hand had frozen during the noise, but she quickly resumed as she realized no one would know who had done it. I, my fear receding quickly, slipped two fingers underneath her, the wetness of her sweet pussy guiding me to her entrance. It seemed as if I had touched a honey pot that had been warmed over gentle heat, I slipped into her easily, my fingers making a soft squish as they pushed past her puffy lips.
A new aroma struck me, and it took me a second to realize that it was the scent of my cousin. It was now her body's signal filling the confined space; setting off more chain reactions around us as yet another couple could be heard kissing noisily. My thumb found a small nubbin at the top of her sex, her clit I guessed, and I strummed it lightly. Samantha squeezed her thighs tightly about my arm, trapping me in place.
I smiled broadly, proud that I was able to give her such wonderful feelings, hoping that after this ride was over we'd somehow find a way to continue our explorations. For long moments we continued our secret fondling in the dark, touching each other without words, only the breathing of the other to guide us. I thought we might have reached the limit of what she wanted to do, but I realized I was wrong when her fingers began pulling back on the waistband of my swim trunks. Shifting our bodies, I was able to sit up just enough so that I could pull them down enough to give her hand room.
When I settled back into the seat Samantha slipped her hand into my shorts and took hold of my cock directly, her small hand curling around the shaft and tugging on me gently. I lay my head against her arm, my lips kissing her soft skin silently as she continued her sweet torture of my manhood.
"Look," I heard my cousin whisper, and when I looked up at her she was nodding to the couple next to us.
In the faint light I could see the swarthy man next to us had his woman's breast out of her bikini top, her tit engulfed by his mouth as he sucked upon it quietly. Her head rested on his far shoulder, her eyes open and watching us, a sexy smile upon her face. I licked my lips, suddenly envious of the man, wanting to kiss and suck Samantha's cupcake titties.
She must have had the same idea, because when I turned to look, her eyes were just as glazed as the woman next to us, her hand pushing aside the cup that held her breast and pulling my face towards it. My mouth opened, sucking in the whole of her tit, the puffy nipple responding immediately to my touch. Instinctively, I nursed at her bosom, sucking and licking gently, all the while trying not to make too much noise. In the end, it wasn't me who nearly got us caught.
"Oh shit," Samantha whispered, my mouth working faster and faster on her sensitive flesh. Once again there was laughter and nervous chuckling, more rustling as clothing was shifted all around us.
"You okay Sammy?" Aunt Sarah's voice cut through the soft din. I froze, my mouth full of my cousin's breast, suddenly afraid that we'd already been caught.
"Yeah, mom, I'm fine," Samantha said with barely contained anger, bristling at her mother's use of the c***dish nickname.
I tried to let go, push away from my cousin's body, but Samantha held my head in place, pressing her breast back into my mouth. Careful to not make any sound, I continued to suck and play with her nipple, my tongue sliding across the distended nub, teasing the tip. I could feel her reaction; Samantha's breathing was changing, coming in shallow gasps with each tender jab. Her hand slid up and down my cock steadily, the pressure increasing whenever I'd do something she particularly enjoyed. All the while my fingers kept up a smooth sawing in and out of her silky pussy, the towel d****d over our lower halves masking the sound of her wetness.
My eyes closed and I was lost in the moment with my cousin, unbelieving that it was even happening. After a minute, Samantha pulled back, her breast sliding from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting my mouth to her nipple. I looked about, no one seeming to pay us any special attention, the van gently swaying as it plodded slowly up the winding road. I could make out a quiet gasp followed by a deep moan over the sound of the radio.
My nubile cousin was standing now, but my gaze was on the couple in the front seat, the woman smothering the man's face in the valley of her cleavage. Mesmerized, I watched intently, trying to make out the shape of her breasts in the darkness, my eyes looking up only to realize that she was smiling brightly at me. With a bit of embarrassment I returned my attention to Samantha, who was pushing my legs together as she stood in front of me. Holding the towel on the right side of her body, hiding us behind it, she straddled my legs and scooted back until she sat down upon me. I could tell immediately that her bikini bottoms had been pulled off, the feel of her hot flesh directly against me.
"Hold this," Samantha whispered, thrusting the edge of the towel in my hand. I took hold of the cloth, my mind numb as I sat stunned by the turn of events, trying to hide our bodies from prying eyes, though it seemed the only ones who might be watching us were similarly engaged.
Her hand slipped between us, grabbing the waistband of my trunks and pulling them down until my cock popped free. Once again her fingers curled around my flesh, the heat of her touch causing me to throb with need, and then she was lifting herself up and pushing back. Before I could understand what she was doing, Samantha slipped the head of my penis into the furnace of her pussy.
I had thought of Samantha as a virgin, would have bet on it only an hour before, and though her passage was unbelievably tight, this was definitely not her first time to take a cock. She adjusted her hips, her weight pressing her down, pushing me all the way into her. I locked my jaw to keep from moaning, my eyes shut tightly as I tried to keep quiet, the wet vise of her pussy clasping me tightly.
Once she had me fully embedded in her, Samantha sat motionless for a minute. Her hands found my arms and she latched on, trying to control her own breathing and reigning in the need to cry out. I could feel her flexing channel massaging me. Astounded, I realized her pussy was milking my cock! The sudden revelation made me wonder what else about my innocent little cousin I didn't know.
Without warning the van picked up speed, traffic having finally cleared and we were driving at a steady pace down the rough road. The vibrations of the vehicle, amplified by the numerous pot holes, travelled through our bodies, making it seem as if Samantha and I were engaged in a very physical fuck. I lay my head against her back, the feel of her cool skin against my flushed face helping me to contain myself.
"Ooh oh," Samantha moaned, her voice rising higher in pitch at the end. A particular deep pot hole had rocked the van, her body lifted momentarily and then slammed down onto my fleshy pole. I winced as the pressure hurt, but the pleasure of spiking back into her more than made up for it.
"Sammy?" Aunt Sarah was asking, her voice filled with worry. "Sammy are you okay?"
"Yes, mom," she answered, unable to hide the tortured pleasure from her voice.
I looked around in panic, certain that Aunt Sarah was trying to get a view of us, my only comfort that it was nearly pitch black and I could only make out the couple seated next to us when the lightning flashed. Also, she had no angle to see the way her daughter and I were positioned. Could she suspect what was occurring between us?
Samantha moved forward, my cock slipping from her pussy as she pulled away. My heart sank as I was filled with sad relief; she had obviously had enough and was going to end her little rebellion, give up on fucking her cousin. I pushed forward against her hips, the soft feel of her in my hand filling me with ache as it was coming to a halt. I was already filling with regret, wishing it hadn't ended so quickly. As just the tip of my penis was in her, almost ready to pop out, Samantha pushed back, taking me in again in a rush.
The sound of her ass slapping against my stomach was loud in my ears, certain that everyone had heard it and was looking at us. My heart raced as I feared that any second now the lights would come on and everyone would be staring at us, their eyes filled with condemnation and disgust. Their judging glares sentencing me to hell as I so clearly took advantage of my cousin. Who could suspect that sweet, innocent looking Samantha had been the one to initiate this act of public i****t?
I felt a new hand on my arm and I turned to look. The woman next to us leaned close, her finger pressed against her lips, indicating for us to be quiet. Samantha's body shifted, she had seen the woman too, I guessed. In response to the admonishment, she rolled her hips, the motion stimulating us both immensely.
Looking through the bare slit of my heavy eyelids I could see the familiar landscape of the hotel as we rounded a corner, we'd be back to safety soon and lights would shine upon us, revealing our sin. I tried to move Samantha, silently urging her to break our embrace, and save us from the embarrassment of being caught, but she refused. Her hips moved faster and sharper as she leaned forward, resting her head against the seat in front of us. I felt her hand touch my leg between hers, finger tips quickly sliding up higher so that she was touching herself. Closing my eyes tightly, resigning myself to the fate that my aunt would discover us and I would surely be blamed for it all.
"Ooh, oh, oh-" Samantha cried, her soft voice growing louder with each moment, her hips driving back and forth wildly now as she neared her orgasm. Any second now the truth would be evident and everyone in the van would know who it was that was cumming loudly.
"Oh Carlos!" the woman next to us cried out suddenly. She pushed away from him, arching her back so that her breasts were visible in the shafts of light penetrating the dark windows. "Oh, poppy, right there! Ai- Ai- Aieee!" she squealed, everyone in the van sitting in stunned silence as she had an orgasm right in front of them.
I felt the hot flood of Samantha's cum engulfing my cock, the sweet vise of her pussy grasping me tightly, pulsing and throbbing, sending me into my own white knuckled orgasm. Biting down on the towel that I instinctively pulled to my mouth, I thrust up as much as I could, trying to drive myself into her as far as I could manage. The van drove past the outer buildings, the large high rise coming into view as my cum was pumping into Samantha, all the while holding back the scream that threatened to escape, only short gasps coming out instead.
The van came to a halt and I opened my eyes, Samantha looking back at me, satisfaction and terror in her eyes as the bright white fluorescent light of the hotel's covered parking spilled through the windshield. People were piling out, everyone clamoring to get out of the stuffy vehicle, everyone except the couple next to us. The woman tapped Samantha's shoulder and gestured wildly at her legs, imploring her to make herself presentable.
With a soft slurp my cock slipped from her pussy, Samantha pulling us apart by leaning forward. Reaching down to her ankle, she grabbed her bikini bottom and slipped it onto her other leg before pulling it up quickly. I could feel more bodies moving around, the row directly behind us emptying out slowly; soon Aunt Sarah would see that we were still seated with her daughter atop my lap.
"Hurry," I hissed, trying in vain to get my cock back into my shorts. The woman next to us was making a big show of getting herself back together, 'Carlos' whispering fiercely to her, wondering why she had embarrassed him by faking the orgasm so loudly. She turned and flashed me a smile, her eyes narrowing meaningfully as she nodded towards my still exposed groin.
At last Samantha stood up, arranging her top carefully, making sure nothing was out of place. I was finally able free to lift my ass off the seat and pull my shorts up and tuck my still hard cock back inside. I looked up and Aunt Sarah was standing there, a questioning look on her face and my heart fell into my stomach, we'd been caught.
"You two okay?" she asked with a glare to our neighbors who were at last heading towards the door. "You didn't see anything, did you?" she asked Samantha.
"No, mom," Samantha replied a bit exasperated. "Sheesh, even if we did, I'm old enough to see a porno." She grabbed the towel that had been left on my lap, I reached for it desperately but she had it tied around her waist before I could think to cover myself, the tent in my shorts on full display to my aunt.
I saw Aunt Sarah's eyes dart to my lap, her mouth slowly opening in surprise at the state of my body. Covering up reflexively, I avoided looking at her face, desperate to get out of the van and into the hotel. Samantha waited for her mother to lead the way, following close behind her but not before she grabbed my hand and pulled me after her.
I thought it was all over and done, the little adventure in the van that could be remembered on cold lonely nights, never to be spoken of again. I sighed, relief and regret mixed together, ready to let the rest of my vacation be a bit of a let down from the high of fucking my cousin in a crowded van.
Aunt Sarah climbed out of the van carefully, holding on to the door so that she didn't slip on the slick concrete in her beach shoes. Samantha's small hand pulled me closer, my still hard cock once again poking into her soft ass as we crouched in the cramped space of the van.
"So what now?" my aunt asked, turning to face us.
"Jason and I are getting some room service," Samantha announced, stepping out of the van quickly, pulling me behind her. "I'm starved!"
We walked into the hotel, Aunt Sarah right behind us, a puzzled look on her face. I didn't dare turn around and look, afraid that if I did I'd have given her evidence of our misdeeds. The elevator was directly across from the sliding doors of the entrance and we hopped into one that just opened as we stepped up. For a moment Aunt Sarah was distracted, searching for something in the large bag hanging off her shoulder. Samantha reached out and pressed the seventh floor, where my room was.
As the metal doors began to close Samantha reached up and pulled my head down to look at her, her leg wrapping around mine and then she was kissing me. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue was diving past my lips. My heart was racing, this kiss hotter than any I'd ever had before, but something was wrong. I had expected to feel the elevator moving, but it hadn't started and it most definitely should have.
I looked up as a young boy was stepping into the elevator. Unnoticed while Samantha was kissing me, he had stopped the doors from closing and now he was pressing the button for his own floor. My head flew up and my eyes found Aunt Sarah's shocked face. My heart sank once again, after all that had happened, we'd been found out anyway.
"Your mother is going to kill me," I whispered.
Samantha, her body still molded to mine, turned and saw her mother stepping into the elevator. The doors closed with a soft swish and then we were rushing up, the silence full of unbelieving stares between Aunt Sarah, her daughter and I. The little boy hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the incredible awkwardness that was exploding around him.
At last, the bell rang and the doors opened. The boy skipped off and disappeared down a carpeted corridor.
Aunt Sarah turned to face us, her face softened, her eyes smoldering as she took in the sight of us. My heart raced in my chest, the tensions almost too much to bear as I waited for the outburst of anger and horror, but it never came.
"So when did this," she gestured to the way Samantha still hung on to my neck, her body pressed up against me tightly, "happen? Hm?"
"Aunt Sarah, I'm sorry, I-" I tried to explain.
"In the van," Samantha cut me off, her voice quiet and accepting. She let go of me and stood staring at the ground. "It just sort of happened, mom. Neither of us meant for it to, but you can't always control these kinds of things."
The elevator stopped and the doors opened on my floor. I put one foot out the door, blocking it from closing, then turned back to look at Samantha and her mother. I didn't want to leave my cousin, but I was too afraid to ask her to come with me.
"Go on," Aunt Sarah said, nudging Samantha towards me. "A little summer loving with a cousin never hurt a girl. God knows I wouldn't mind being underneath him tonight."
Samantha looked at her mother, the shock on her face mirroring my own. With a devilish grin she slid back into my arms and then started to pull me away.
"Maybe tomorrow night," Samantha said quickly before the doors slid closed, laughing at the look of pleasant surprise on her mother's face.
I tried to brace myself, protecting my cousin from the push of bodies pressing forward, people seeking shelter out of the wind and rain. Taller than her by a head, I had a very clear view over her shoulder, my eyes drawn to the deep cleavage in front of me, her tanned and toned body more than enough to make any man take a second look. Placing my hand on her hip, I helped her up into the van, the soft feel of her skin hot to my touch as I tried to ignore the hour-glass curve of her body. Sliding next to her in the second row, she flashed me a worried smile.
"Double up!" someone called from outside and I looked at my cousin, shrugging as she stood up and I slid underneath her, her bikini covered bottom resting lightly on my swim trunk covered lap. She turned so that she leaned against the window, her body twisted so that she could see my face and talk comfortably.
"Oh good, you guys found a spot," I heard Aunt Sarah say, her voice filled with relief as she found a seat at the back of the van. Our family vacation, extended to include aunts, uncles, cousins and even a grandparent, was in full swing, much of my mom's side joining us for our annual trek to the Caribbean.
"Yeah mom, we're fine," Samantha said, bouncing just the tiniest bit, but way too much for my tastes. Her eighteen-year old body was light, barely a bother, but it was the round curves of her cute little behind I'd already noticed that had me worried now. From my close vantage point I could see the goose bumps form on her arms, a bit of wondering confusion setting into my mind. The ride to the hotel was a thirty-minute affair on a sunny day; with the roads clogged with people fleeing the shores, how much longer would it take now?
I smiled weakly at her, trying not to be obvious in checking her out, though not enough to stop. She looked at me with an inquisitive smile, holding my gaze until I looked away, embarrassed by the way I was being forced to fight my body's reaction to our closeness. I tried to find a place for my hands, but the only place that felt comfortable was atop her thighs, so with a sigh I set them down on her.
"You okay, Jason?" Samantha asked me, her eyes twinkling brightly in the settling gloom, her hand grasping my wrists and pulling them up higher on her legs.
"Yeah," I croaked, my voice breaking as it hadn't since I was twelve. Samantha's giggle was sweet and I felt myself blush. Here I was, twenty years old, my cousin sitting on my lap and I was acting like a love-sick teenager. At least her mother would never know my condition.
The van doors were shut, the dark windows opened at the bottom, letting in a bit of air as we rumbled forward, joining the trail of buses heading up the windy road back to the main strip of hotels. Everything seemed to be going fine until the gentle rocking of the van caused my sexy cousin to jostle on my lap, her bottom pressing ever harder into my groin. The softness of her body had a predictable effect and sooner than I had feared, my boner was poking her in the rear.
She turned to look at me, a curious look on her face and then as lightning flashed I could clearly see that she was smiling deviously. Our eyes locked, and I tried to convey my apologies, but I think my concerned look only indicated that I was in danger of losing control. Her fingers began to caress my hand, tracing across them lightly, adding to my dilemma.
"Where is your towel?" Samantha whispered. "I'm cold."
My towel was underneath me and I had to push up off the seat to reach it. After much twisting and turning, I finally pulled the towel out and handed it to her, sitting back down, a bit winded from the effort. The couple next to us only gave us a ‘look’ as we seemed to interrupt their nap as they clung to one another.
Samantha d****d the towel over her lap, concealing our hands and everything below, including much of my body. Her hands once again took hold of mine and as I tried to concentrate on the rain soaked road through the windshield, she began to slowly twist back and forth. At first I thought she was trying to find a more comfortable spot, but I soon realized she was happy right where she was. The feel of my cock pressed against her ass making her eyes flutter beneath closed lids, as I felt her pull my hand higher onto her thighs.
"Ooh," a woman groaned near us, though I couldn't tell who. There were some soft chuckles and then it repeated again, along with the sound of a very wet kiss. The sky was black as night now, the only light the reflection of the headlights off the van in front of ours. I could barely make out any details of our fellow passengers, the soft sounds sexier in the darkness.
"Hey now, none of that," an unknown man said, more nervous laughing following.
All was quiet for a few minutes, our vehicle inching forward through the driving rain. The sound of clothes being rustled started low and slow, but soon, as everyone hushed to make out the noise, it became clearer and more pronounced. Someone, a man, I guessed, was starting to breathe heavier in time with the soft whisper of skin rubbing against material.
"Seriously," the man's voice warned again.
"Shut up, prude!" a woman chastised. "Damn Americans. Think they always make the rules."
There were some grumbling agreements with the woman's words and it seemed as if whoever had objected would not speak up again. The rustling continued, joined by more soft whimpers from the woman. It was only a few minutes when a distinct aroma started to fill the stuffy van. My nose twitched, as I had smelled this scent only once before. It wasn't exactly what I remembered, but it was close enough that I could recognize the smell of a woman's arousal permeating the air.
I felt Samantha's soft moan, her body vibrating atop mine as her almost inaudible sound escaped her throat. She pulled against my hand, dragging it across the top of her thighs until the tips of my fingers were pressed up against the edge of her bikini bottom. She squeezed her legs together, her soft thigh pushing against my fully engorged cock which was now pressed up against my stomach.
My heart began to race as my mouth dried up. I licked my lips trying to return moisture to my mouth as what my cousin was doing was sending me signals I knew couldn't possibly be true. Unfortunately, my cock seemed to know that her sweet ass was right on the other side of my bathing suit and was doing its best to escape. No matter how much I might try to deny my attraction to her because she was my cousin, my body knew better.
There seemed to be more rustling noises around us as more people seemed to be inspired by the unknown woman. The silhouette of the couple on the front passenger seat left no doubt that they were busily necking, their mouths opening and closing steadily as they kissed deeply. I even felt some shifting by the pair next to us and I wondered if I had felt the man's hand slip around to cup his partner's ass.
The driver, sensing a shift in the van, turned on the radio; soft music drowning out some of the noise the passengers were generating. Once again, Samantha took hold of my hand, my fingers now being pushed between her slowly spreading thighs, the heat of her body palpable. The seam of her bikini was thick against the pad of my index finger, the soft skin of her leg pressing against the back of my hand.
I looked up at her, searching her eyes for some confirmation what she wanted, but she still had them closed. With a ragged breath, I steeled myself, hoping against hope that I was right and not suddenly going to be hearing a scream coming from my cousin. Pushing forward, I slipped my finger underneath her bikini just above her pussy. I heard her suck in air softly through her lips, her body tensing as I pulled the material away, sliding them a fraction of an inch so that I could maneuver my fingers to her sex.
Samantha, sitting perpendicular across my lap, reached over and slid her hand across the bulge my cock was making in my trunks. Her fingers slid up and down my shaft slowly, exploring the feel of my manhood, squeezing it tenderly. I let out a low groan as if we were completely alone, my face immediately burning with shame as the passengers laughed, someone even whistling loudly.
"That sounded good," said the familiar woman's voice. "Glad to hear someone else is having a good time while we are stuck here."
Samantha's hand had frozen during the noise, but she quickly resumed as she realized no one would know who had done it. I, my fear receding quickly, slipped two fingers underneath her, the wetness of her sweet pussy guiding me to her entrance. It seemed as if I had touched a honey pot that had been warmed over gentle heat, I slipped into her easily, my fingers making a soft squish as they pushed past her puffy lips.
A new aroma struck me, and it took me a second to realize that it was the scent of my cousin. It was now her body's signal filling the confined space; setting off more chain reactions around us as yet another couple could be heard kissing noisily. My thumb found a small nubbin at the top of her sex, her clit I guessed, and I strummed it lightly. Samantha squeezed her thighs tightly about my arm, trapping me in place.
I smiled broadly, proud that I was able to give her such wonderful feelings, hoping that after this ride was over we'd somehow find a way to continue our explorations. For long moments we continued our secret fondling in the dark, touching each other without words, only the breathing of the other to guide us. I thought we might have reached the limit of what she wanted to do, but I realized I was wrong when her fingers began pulling back on the waistband of my swim trunks. Shifting our bodies, I was able to sit up just enough so that I could pull them down enough to give her hand room.
When I settled back into the seat Samantha slipped her hand into my shorts and took hold of my cock directly, her small hand curling around the shaft and tugging on me gently. I lay my head against her arm, my lips kissing her soft skin silently as she continued her sweet torture of my manhood.
"Look," I heard my cousin whisper, and when I looked up at her she was nodding to the couple next to us.
In the faint light I could see the swarthy man next to us had his woman's breast out of her bikini top, her tit engulfed by his mouth as he sucked upon it quietly. Her head rested on his far shoulder, her eyes open and watching us, a sexy smile upon her face. I licked my lips, suddenly envious of the man, wanting to kiss and suck Samantha's cupcake titties.
She must have had the same idea, because when I turned to look, her eyes were just as glazed as the woman next to us, her hand pushing aside the cup that held her breast and pulling my face towards it. My mouth opened, sucking in the whole of her tit, the puffy nipple responding immediately to my touch. Instinctively, I nursed at her bosom, sucking and licking gently, all the while trying not to make too much noise. In the end, it wasn't me who nearly got us caught.
"Oh shit," Samantha whispered, my mouth working faster and faster on her sensitive flesh. Once again there was laughter and nervous chuckling, more rustling as clothing was shifted all around us.
"You okay Sammy?" Aunt Sarah's voice cut through the soft din. I froze, my mouth full of my cousin's breast, suddenly afraid that we'd already been caught.
"Yeah, mom, I'm fine," Samantha said with barely contained anger, bristling at her mother's use of the c***dish nickname.
I tried to let go, push away from my cousin's body, but Samantha held my head in place, pressing her breast back into my mouth. Careful to not make any sound, I continued to suck and play with her nipple, my tongue sliding across the distended nub, teasing the tip. I could feel her reaction; Samantha's breathing was changing, coming in shallow gasps with each tender jab. Her hand slid up and down my cock steadily, the pressure increasing whenever I'd do something she particularly enjoyed. All the while my fingers kept up a smooth sawing in and out of her silky pussy, the towel d****d over our lower halves masking the sound of her wetness.
My eyes closed and I was lost in the moment with my cousin, unbelieving that it was even happening. After a minute, Samantha pulled back, her breast sliding from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting my mouth to her nipple. I looked about, no one seeming to pay us any special attention, the van gently swaying as it plodded slowly up the winding road. I could make out a quiet gasp followed by a deep moan over the sound of the radio.
My nubile cousin was standing now, but my gaze was on the couple in the front seat, the woman smothering the man's face in the valley of her cleavage. Mesmerized, I watched intently, trying to make out the shape of her breasts in the darkness, my eyes looking up only to realize that she was smiling brightly at me. With a bit of embarrassment I returned my attention to Samantha, who was pushing my legs together as she stood in front of me. Holding the towel on the right side of her body, hiding us behind it, she straddled my legs and scooted back until she sat down upon me. I could tell immediately that her bikini bottoms had been pulled off, the feel of her hot flesh directly against me.
"Hold this," Samantha whispered, thrusting the edge of the towel in my hand. I took hold of the cloth, my mind numb as I sat stunned by the turn of events, trying to hide our bodies from prying eyes, though it seemed the only ones who might be watching us were similarly engaged.
Her hand slipped between us, grabbing the waistband of my trunks and pulling them down until my cock popped free. Once again her fingers curled around my flesh, the heat of her touch causing me to throb with need, and then she was lifting herself up and pushing back. Before I could understand what she was doing, Samantha slipped the head of my penis into the furnace of her pussy.
I had thought of Samantha as a virgin, would have bet on it only an hour before, and though her passage was unbelievably tight, this was definitely not her first time to take a cock. She adjusted her hips, her weight pressing her down, pushing me all the way into her. I locked my jaw to keep from moaning, my eyes shut tightly as I tried to keep quiet, the wet vise of her pussy clasping me tightly.
Once she had me fully embedded in her, Samantha sat motionless for a minute. Her hands found my arms and she latched on, trying to control her own breathing and reigning in the need to cry out. I could feel her flexing channel massaging me. Astounded, I realized her pussy was milking my cock! The sudden revelation made me wonder what else about my innocent little cousin I didn't know.
Without warning the van picked up speed, traffic having finally cleared and we were driving at a steady pace down the rough road. The vibrations of the vehicle, amplified by the numerous pot holes, travelled through our bodies, making it seem as if Samantha and I were engaged in a very physical fuck. I lay my head against her back, the feel of her cool skin against my flushed face helping me to contain myself.
"Ooh oh," Samantha moaned, her voice rising higher in pitch at the end. A particular deep pot hole had rocked the van, her body lifted momentarily and then slammed down onto my fleshy pole. I winced as the pressure hurt, but the pleasure of spiking back into her more than made up for it.
"Sammy?" Aunt Sarah was asking, her voice filled with worry. "Sammy are you okay?"
"Yes, mom," she answered, unable to hide the tortured pleasure from her voice.
I looked around in panic, certain that Aunt Sarah was trying to get a view of us, my only comfort that it was nearly pitch black and I could only make out the couple seated next to us when the lightning flashed. Also, she had no angle to see the way her daughter and I were positioned. Could she suspect what was occurring between us?
Samantha moved forward, my cock slipping from her pussy as she pulled away. My heart sank as I was filled with sad relief; she had obviously had enough and was going to end her little rebellion, give up on fucking her cousin. I pushed forward against her hips, the soft feel of her in my hand filling me with ache as it was coming to a halt. I was already filling with regret, wishing it hadn't ended so quickly. As just the tip of my penis was in her, almost ready to pop out, Samantha pushed back, taking me in again in a rush.
The sound of her ass slapping against my stomach was loud in my ears, certain that everyone had heard it and was looking at us. My heart raced as I feared that any second now the lights would come on and everyone would be staring at us, their eyes filled with condemnation and disgust. Their judging glares sentencing me to hell as I so clearly took advantage of my cousin. Who could suspect that sweet, innocent looking Samantha had been the one to initiate this act of public i****t?
I felt a new hand on my arm and I turned to look. The woman next to us leaned close, her finger pressed against her lips, indicating for us to be quiet. Samantha's body shifted, she had seen the woman too, I guessed. In response to the admonishment, she rolled her hips, the motion stimulating us both immensely.
Looking through the bare slit of my heavy eyelids I could see the familiar landscape of the hotel as we rounded a corner, we'd be back to safety soon and lights would shine upon us, revealing our sin. I tried to move Samantha, silently urging her to break our embrace, and save us from the embarrassment of being caught, but she refused. Her hips moved faster and sharper as she leaned forward, resting her head against the seat in front of us. I felt her hand touch my leg between hers, finger tips quickly sliding up higher so that she was touching herself. Closing my eyes tightly, resigning myself to the fate that my aunt would discover us and I would surely be blamed for it all.
"Ooh, oh, oh-" Samantha cried, her soft voice growing louder with each moment, her hips driving back and forth wildly now as she neared her orgasm. Any second now the truth would be evident and everyone in the van would know who it was that was cumming loudly.
"Oh Carlos!" the woman next to us cried out suddenly. She pushed away from him, arching her back so that her breasts were visible in the shafts of light penetrating the dark windows. "Oh, poppy, right there! Ai- Ai- Aieee!" she squealed, everyone in the van sitting in stunned silence as she had an orgasm right in front of them.
I felt the hot flood of Samantha's cum engulfing my cock, the sweet vise of her pussy grasping me tightly, pulsing and throbbing, sending me into my own white knuckled orgasm. Biting down on the towel that I instinctively pulled to my mouth, I thrust up as much as I could, trying to drive myself into her as far as I could manage. The van drove past the outer buildings, the large high rise coming into view as my cum was pumping into Samantha, all the while holding back the scream that threatened to escape, only short gasps coming out instead.
The van came to a halt and I opened my eyes, Samantha looking back at me, satisfaction and terror in her eyes as the bright white fluorescent light of the hotel's covered parking spilled through the windshield. People were piling out, everyone clamoring to get out of the stuffy vehicle, everyone except the couple next to us. The woman tapped Samantha's shoulder and gestured wildly at her legs, imploring her to make herself presentable.
With a soft slurp my cock slipped from her pussy, Samantha pulling us apart by leaning forward. Reaching down to her ankle, she grabbed her bikini bottom and slipped it onto her other leg before pulling it up quickly. I could feel more bodies moving around, the row directly behind us emptying out slowly; soon Aunt Sarah would see that we were still seated with her daughter atop my lap.
"Hurry," I hissed, trying in vain to get my cock back into my shorts. The woman next to us was making a big show of getting herself back together, 'Carlos' whispering fiercely to her, wondering why she had embarrassed him by faking the orgasm so loudly. She turned and flashed me a smile, her eyes narrowing meaningfully as she nodded towards my still exposed groin.
At last Samantha stood up, arranging her top carefully, making sure nothing was out of place. I was finally able free to lift my ass off the seat and pull my shorts up and tuck my still hard cock back inside. I looked up and Aunt Sarah was standing there, a questioning look on her face and my heart fell into my stomach, we'd been caught.
"You two okay?" she asked with a glare to our neighbors who were at last heading towards the door. "You didn't see anything, did you?" she asked Samantha.
"No, mom," Samantha replied a bit exasperated. "Sheesh, even if we did, I'm old enough to see a porno." She grabbed the towel that had been left on my lap, I reached for it desperately but she had it tied around her waist before I could think to cover myself, the tent in my shorts on full display to my aunt.
I saw Aunt Sarah's eyes dart to my lap, her mouth slowly opening in surprise at the state of my body. Covering up reflexively, I avoided looking at her face, desperate to get out of the van and into the hotel. Samantha waited for her mother to lead the way, following close behind her but not before she grabbed my hand and pulled me after her.
I thought it was all over and done, the little adventure in the van that could be remembered on cold lonely nights, never to be spoken of again. I sighed, relief and regret mixed together, ready to let the rest of my vacation be a bit of a let down from the high of fucking my cousin in a crowded van.
Aunt Sarah climbed out of the van carefully, holding on to the door so that she didn't slip on the slick concrete in her beach shoes. Samantha's small hand pulled me closer, my still hard cock once again poking into her soft ass as we crouched in the cramped space of the van.
"So what now?" my aunt asked, turning to face us.
"Jason and I are getting some room service," Samantha announced, stepping out of the van quickly, pulling me behind her. "I'm starved!"
We walked into the hotel, Aunt Sarah right behind us, a puzzled look on her face. I didn't dare turn around and look, afraid that if I did I'd have given her evidence of our misdeeds. The elevator was directly across from the sliding doors of the entrance and we hopped into one that just opened as we stepped up. For a moment Aunt Sarah was distracted, searching for something in the large bag hanging off her shoulder. Samantha reached out and pressed the seventh floor, where my room was.
As the metal doors began to close Samantha reached up and pulled my head down to look at her, her leg wrapping around mine and then she was kissing me. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue was diving past my lips. My heart was racing, this kiss hotter than any I'd ever had before, but something was wrong. I had expected to feel the elevator moving, but it hadn't started and it most definitely should have.
I looked up as a young boy was stepping into the elevator. Unnoticed while Samantha was kissing me, he had stopped the doors from closing and now he was pressing the button for his own floor. My head flew up and my eyes found Aunt Sarah's shocked face. My heart sank once again, after all that had happened, we'd been found out anyway.
"Your mother is going to kill me," I whispered.
Samantha, her body still molded to mine, turned and saw her mother stepping into the elevator. The doors closed with a soft swish and then we were rushing up, the silence full of unbelieving stares between Aunt Sarah, her daughter and I. The little boy hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the incredible awkwardness that was exploding around him.
At last, the bell rang and the doors opened. The boy skipped off and disappeared down a carpeted corridor.
Aunt Sarah turned to face us, her face softened, her eyes smoldering as she took in the sight of us. My heart raced in my chest, the tensions almost too much to bear as I waited for the outburst of anger and horror, but it never came.
"So when did this," she gestured to the way Samantha still hung on to my neck, her body pressed up against me tightly, "happen? Hm?"
"Aunt Sarah, I'm sorry, I-" I tried to explain.
"In the van," Samantha cut me off, her voice quiet and accepting. She let go of me and stood staring at the ground. "It just sort of happened, mom. Neither of us meant for it to, but you can't always control these kinds of things."
The elevator stopped and the doors opened on my floor. I put one foot out the door, blocking it from closing, then turned back to look at Samantha and her mother. I didn't want to leave my cousin, but I was too afraid to ask her to come with me.
"Go on," Aunt Sarah said, nudging Samantha towards me. "A little summer loving with a cousin never hurt a girl. God knows I wouldn't mind being underneath him tonight."
Samantha looked at her mother, the shock on her face mirroring my own. With a devilish grin she slid back into my arms and then started to pull me away.
"Maybe tomorrow night," Samantha said quickly before the doors slid closed, laughing at the look of pleasant surprise on her mother's face.
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