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Okay, I’ll admit the truth. As a 29 year old male who had a few dates in his time, I hadn’t ever “been” with a woman…never to be honest. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve always wanted to be with one but my chances haven’t…well I don’t think I’m qualified as a man goes.
The idea of being with a woman grew on me. They grew on me a lot and as I got older, the idea to be with one started to grow on me a lot. I felt I was becoming one and didn’t want to be one, but the truth for me was starting to surface. I am a geek, I think. Like I’ve said, I was a 29 year old virgin. I mean, this is until Amelia came along. I’m smiling as I type this because Amelia, a 19 year old recently graduated from high school, seemed to “provide the way” for me.
She seems to be a bundle of sweet energetic joy. She appeared to be open to “anything” under the sun and when I say that, I mean that too. By this point of my life she appeared to press on as far as my wants and needs and also my desires were concerned. Amelia, a 5 foot 5 inch long haired beauty was as skinny as they came, but what stood out in addition to that pretty face of her were her big ass boobs and my eyes and libido were all over them.
I had to have sex.
Our eyes met. She smiled and I smiled back. I don’t think anything was meant by it but seeing as she is my second cousin I knew she was immediately off limits. She did too. I’m sure of it. However, our eyes kept meeting for whatever reason and I didn’t stop it from happening. I’d look over at her. I’d look at her tits as well. I’d look at that skinny and somewhat curvy looking young body of hers and I told myself I would like to sit down and say “hi.”
Oh yeah right…like that was going to happen. I’m a geek I finally told myself. I don’t think I’m that good looking, right? Right, I’m not, or I don’t think I am. I’m skinny. I wear my hair short and nicely trimmed. I run. I run all the time; every day have in fact, and it turns out as I discover so does my second cousin Amelia.
So I decided to grow some hair on my balls and I “casually” end up walking up to her. I was alone so what the heck, why not I told myself. And here I was. I was behind her. She just so happen to turn around.
“Oh hi,” I said. “How’s it going?”
She smiled. I accidentally did it. After looking into her face and eyes, I looked down at that tremendous body of hers. Skinny as skinny gets, she had moderate hips, and I looked at those too. But yes, I did focus too much on her tits…those very, if you can believe this, succulent round breasts of hers.
Then I looked back into her eyes.
“Congratulations,” I told her and she said thank you.
I soon discovered there was an air of confidence, not over confidence, but enough confidence that had me liking her more then I realized. I found myself smiling as we talked and I also found myself suggesting we sit down at a table at the party.
She did say yes to the idea. Great!
She asked me all about stuff, about college, about life during college, about areas of study, and about careers after college all the while I’m checking out what I can see of her. We laugh here and there. I’m trying to be nice, informative, and of all things sweet. We talk some more and then I finally do it.
“Hey…would…you like to go out some time and well you know…have dinner?” I said.
“With you?” she asks. “Honestly…like a dinner date?”
“Is that wrong to ask you out on a date? I mean, I know we’re cousins and all. But were only second cousins” I told her. “And hey, what the heck…I’m a guy and well you’re a girl…so why not?”
She was nodding when I told her that, half agreeing to what I’d said, and she came back with, with a smile on her face, saying “I guess so…why not?”
“That sounds…cool,” I told her. “When would you like to go out?”
“Tonight?” she said. “Maybe around 8:30? I can meet you wherever you want.”
“Why not come over to my place? We can go from there,” I suggested and she said okay.
I gave her directions. We went out to dinner. It was a nice time. She had changed tops but she still looked great regardless. And I still wanted sex with her despite that she was my second cousin. I asked myself “What is wrong with me? I’m going to hit on my cousin.”
We went to dinner. I still wanted to feel her out. I still wanted to put my hands on those two soft and round big masses girls call boobies and I respectively call breasts. As skinny as she is, and she is skinny, her tits stuck out in a big way. I thought so. Anyway, dinner was nice. We had a great time. When it was all said and done, I wanted to go out with her again but wasn’t sure I should ask if she wanted to do it again.
“May I ask you something?” I said. She said sure. “Did you enjoy yourself?” She smiled and said yes. “Would you like to go out again with me?” I said and she said yes but in a few days. I couldn’t wait.
We went out and had a great time it turns out. We talked about odder things then usual and what she’d told me brought back fond memories of high school and being with her only made the time together a lot better that night.
Turns out, we went out several times, and in that time I became a lot more impatient. I wanted to be with her, alone. I wanted to be with her intimately. I wanted to tell her how I wanted to be with her so we could “fool around” possibly but even the idea scared me a little. I told myself it shouldn’t seeing as I’m 29 but it did.
“Hey, let me do something next time we go out. Let me make dinner for you,” I said.
Surprisingly, she said sure. She’d like that. She came over, happily, and I tried being the perfect host for the night. I think I did alright. I served hor dourves and fake wine, and it all came together either way. She loved being there. I could tell that at least. And she’d follow me to the kitchen and watch as I made dinner. I impressed her too.
However, finally I felt I had to say something. I had to I told myself. Dinner simmered and I pit down the utensils and I quieted down before saying it. “Can I tell you something kind of…no probably really strange?” She freely said sure. I was turning around as I said it. I looked at her just as I said it. “Amelia…I think…no, I know this to be a fact. I find you very, very pretty, and I find you to be a very sexy girl. There’s something else too?”
I’d already stunned her with me telling her she’s pretty and sexy. I probably shouldn’t have said it but I did. However, it was coming anyway. “I’ve…I’ve always…wanted to feel your breasts Amelia.”
Now that shocked the living hell out of her and I could tell it did. Her eyes were big but I also noticed she didn’t jump or move away or anything like that. It simply shocked her.
“I’ll admit something else to you too,” I said.
But she cut me off. “You…really want to feel my boobs, really?”
“Uhhh yeah…yes I do. I uhhh like them…I like them a lot, Amelia. No, I love them.”
She actually smiled and stepped closer to me. Amelia took me by the hand and led me to the living room in my apartment. “Here, sit down okay?” she said, half smiling. We sat down. I grew anxious. I was going to touch and feel a girl’s tits. How much and what parts of them I did not know for sure but I knew one thing. I was going to feel tits.
She looked me in the eyes as she did this. She took my hand and led it towards her boob as she smiled. “No guy has ever done this before,” she told me. “Nobody at all to be honest with you,” she said as she pressed my hand against her boob.
Holy freaking shit, I thought. Ohhhhhhh Lord, ohhh God does that feel soooo good. It was so darn soft and squishy and so darn supple and as I felt it, as I squeezed it she even smiled which told me she was enjoying it too. And I would not and did not overdo it.
“Did you like it because I liked it,” she said with a big smile. “I could do that all day.”
I was like a little 18 year old getting his first piece of ass I thought. I tingled where guys tingle when something like this happens and I truly enjoyed the experience, wanting to do that again and again. “I know I could too, Amelia. Thank you very much,” I said.
She did it again. Ohhhhhhh did that feel soooo darn good I told myself as I closed my eyes while feeling those soft, pillow-like bosoms of hers. I smiled, even with my eyes closed, and when I opened them, a moment later, even hers were closed as she was also enjoying the experience and moment too.
“Thank you…thank you…and thank you Amelia,” I told her. I smiled and she smiled back. “I can’t tell you how wonderful that is. It was so darn great. I could do that a million times…one…million…times.”
“I think I could too,” she said with a smile on her lips and nodding her head also.
“Maybe we could do more at some other time,” I added.
She agreed using the word “maybe.” She looked at me. I looked at her. I looked at her chest. She smiled at me. She reached out and took my hand again. What’s going on, I asked myself. I wasn’t sure but all of a sudden my hand felt material as in her top. The back of my hand felt material on it and guess what? The palm of my hand felt flesh on the bottom of it.
My eyes opened wide. Yes they did. I felt like one of her just graduated high school friends. Yes I did. She was about to put my hand on her boob. Wearing a bra, I felt it, but before I knew it I wasn’t feeling a bra any longer.
I felt her tit, a magnificent lumped softness, created by the man above, and given to me by way of my second cousin so that I could be given a chance or two to feel her boobs. As often as she wanted me to feel them, my hand roamed around that incredible spongy sphere she calls her breast and I felt my hand on her actual tit.
And seeing as I was rubbing it, or caressing it, I took advantage of my situation. I then squeezed the real thing. I squeezed it. Damn straight I did and I loved that I did too. I squeezed her boob, softly of course, and that made it all that much better. And Amelia did not mind it at all from what I could tell.
She was smiling too.
Her eyes were closed, my hand was up inside her top, and it was moving around some as I felt and squeezed it some more. She truly and affectionately loved what I was doing to her. Her face looked as if it was in heaven as I kept on feeling her up. I had never ever felt a girl’s tit before. Yes, I know it. I am 29 and had never felt a girls boob up. Well now I have and now I can say it is a tremendous experience every guy should have.
“Amelia…that was…that was the most incredible experience ever. Thank you,” I said.
I wanted to kiss her on her cheek. I wanted to do a lot more then that but she jumped the gun. Amelia, excited about what had happened, lunged at me, and her lips gratuitously kissed mine. It stunned me but her lips felt awesome once they kissed.
“Wow, what was that for?” I asked.
“Umm for feeling me like that,” she said smiling. “I loved how it felt too.”
“Can I ask you a weird question?” I asked. She nodded her head. “Does any of this uhhh turn you on?”
“Uhhh yes, kind of,” she said.
“Wow, really?” I asked and she said yes. “Like how much…I mean like does it umm make you umm want to uhhh want to do uhhh other stuff at all?”
“I umm…I don’t know…maybe,” she said and smiled.
I looked down at my lap, indicating it was arousing me too, and she looked at it also but neither of us did anything about how we felt. Maybe next time, I told myself. Maybe next time and we left it at that. I looked at her and she looked back. Both of us smiled and I told her that I liked her like a guy and a girl like each other, which was kind of weird seeing as we’re cousins, but mind you we are second cousins so it was a little different.
“Can I come back some time?” she asked out of nowhere. “You know…so we can well,” but she left it at that.
“Sure, I’d love it if you would,” I replied. And with that I reached around her, pulled her in, and I hugged her, warmly and firmly. “Maybe we can do other stuff too.”
“Maybe, we’ll see,” she replied and I felt a kiss on my cheek.
“I so want to kiss you too,” I told her.
“Feel free…anytime you want too…just feel free,” she said. “I’d like that.”
And so I did…and with a little tongue too I might add. She was a little surprised by my tongue but I enjoyed it. It was fun doing it and she took it in quite well, allowing me to move it around just a little bit as I did it.
She pulled back, smiling, and there was a twinkle in her eye as if she was saying “You can do that anytime you want. I mean it too.”
“I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries,” I said.
“Nooooo not at all,” she said. “I liked it. I did.” She paused a moment and smiled and then she said. “Wanna do that again?”
And we did. We kissed and we kissed and as we did, we fell off the couch, and we kissed some more and rolled around on the floor as we did. We kept on kissing and as we did I wanted to feel her up some more. But I wanted to feel her body, all over I’ll add. Yes I did. I not only wanted to feel her majestic big round boobs but I also wanted to feel her belly, which was as flat as flat could be, and then I wanted to take it to the next step.
I wanted to run my hand in between her skinny cute thighs.
But I didn’t. I simply kissed her, with tongue, which she returned to me, and we rolled left to right and right to left as we kissed and kissed heatedly. Our clothes were a mess. Our bodies were in heat. And I know I could easily undress myself and do other forbidden activities without question with my lovely and sexually intrigued young cousin.
“Wow and I mean that too,” I said as I came up for air, and breathing hard.
“Yeah, wow,” she said, smiling and also breathing hard.
We finally ate dinner and she finally left for home. During dinner, I gave her my email. I’m not sure I should have done that. I began getting emails from her…naughty ones too.
“Guess what I did last night?” the first one said. “You’ll never guess. I borrowed a vibrator from a friend of mine and I…get this…I masturbated and thought about us uhhh doing it together. Not that I’m thinking about that but I do fantasize.”
Now that alone got me a little aroused and seeing as it did, I thought about it too. I was smiling at the time. A girl, my second cousin, had masturbated because of me? It was exciting to know it, to know even though I’m her second cousin that she fantasized about me and she masturbated as a result of our “relationship?”
Soooo, I decided to do something to “honor” her. I felt mischievous and of course a little horny too and I went and turned on my shower, and yep I started to get in it. But I stopped myself. I picked up my laptop and emailed her. I told her to come back over. I told her what I was about to do and I wanted her to do it with me.
Her response was “I’ll be there in 20 minutes…if you really mean it.”
I was in nothing but a towel. 15 minutes later, I answered the door and there she was. Amelia’s eyes looked me over as I smiled at her. Then she smiled back at me as if this was truly meant to be. No, I’m not a big brawny fellow, but I was naked, beneath that towel, and that was good enough for us.
Her eyes were bigger then I’d ever seen them and as she smiled while running her eyes over me it was as if she’d was seeing the real thing. I felt comfortable as she looked me over. She seemed more excited then me as she eyed me in that towel.
From there I took her hand and led her to the bathroom and asked her “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She said yes. She was sure. The top came off. She wore this adorable red lace bra under her top. Wow…her boobs, those tits of hers were really as big as they looked when she wore a top. She undid her shorts and it made me feel as if I was getting a hard on already just watching her undress herself. She wore these white and red cotton panties. I loved them and I noticed how her hips weren’t huge but they spread out, perfectly. They were soooo cute and so was her body.
All I had to do was drop my towel but I asked her “Do you want to take all of it off?”
And she replied with “Only if you’re going to take off your towel.”
I got bold and said “I will…unless you want to do it for me,” I told her.
She wasn’t sure about that. I could see it in her eyes. She appeared a little nervous. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her. “I mean, we can just go sit down. I’ll turn off the water if you want me to.” Just then, I turned around, and I bent over to turn off the water. But when I turned back around, there she was. She was standing there with a half smile on her lips, and Amelia was holding the red bra in her hands.
Holy shit, I thought. Those babies…they are huge. My mouth kind of swung open as I looked at their beauty…their big, round, and my God…that juicy as ever beauty in her chest. I know one thing. I wanted to feel them like forever.
And as I stared at them, Amelia was wearing this huge smile on her face.
“You like them?” she asked. I nodded and said yes. “Me too…I’m glad you do. I like playing with my tits,” she went on to say.
“Really, you do…like how?” I asked her.
“You wanna see?” she asked. Let me show you okay?”
I said sure and somehow we landed in my bedroom. Naked other then my towel on me and she was wearing those panties of hers we seemed to get comfortable with one another. She started to show me just how she played with her boobs. I watched closely.
And as I did I tingled a lot down below.
“That uhhh you know…that turns me on,” I told her.
“Like in…your uhhh penis is getting hard?” she asked and then she looked down at it.
“I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it but if I touched it, and ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
The idea of being with a woman grew on me. They grew on me a lot and as I got older, the idea to be with one started to grow on me a lot. I felt I was becoming one and didn’t want to be one, but the truth for me was starting to surface. I am a geek, I think. Like I’ve said, I was a 29 year old virgin. I mean, this is until Amelia came along. I’m smiling as I type this because Amelia, a 19 year old recently graduated from high school, seemed to “provide the way” for me.
She seems to be a bundle of sweet energetic joy. She appeared to be open to “anything” under the sun and when I say that, I mean that too. By this point of my life she appeared to press on as far as my wants and needs and also my desires were concerned. Amelia, a 5 foot 5 inch long haired beauty was as skinny as they came, but what stood out in addition to that pretty face of her were her big ass boobs and my eyes and libido were all over them.
I had to have sex.
Our eyes met. She smiled and I smiled back. I don’t think anything was meant by it but seeing as she is my second cousin I knew she was immediately off limits. She did too. I’m sure of it. However, our eyes kept meeting for whatever reason and I didn’t stop it from happening. I’d look over at her. I’d look at her tits as well. I’d look at that skinny and somewhat curvy looking young body of hers and I told myself I would like to sit down and say “hi.”
Oh yeah right…like that was going to happen. I’m a geek I finally told myself. I don’t think I’m that good looking, right? Right, I’m not, or I don’t think I am. I’m skinny. I wear my hair short and nicely trimmed. I run. I run all the time; every day have in fact, and it turns out as I discover so does my second cousin Amelia.
So I decided to grow some hair on my balls and I “casually” end up walking up to her. I was alone so what the heck, why not I told myself. And here I was. I was behind her. She just so happen to turn around.
“Oh hi,” I said. “How’s it going?”
She smiled. I accidentally did it. After looking into her face and eyes, I looked down at that tremendous body of hers. Skinny as skinny gets, she had moderate hips, and I looked at those too. But yes, I did focus too much on her tits…those very, if you can believe this, succulent round breasts of hers.
Then I looked back into her eyes.
“Congratulations,” I told her and she said thank you.
I soon discovered there was an air of confidence, not over confidence, but enough confidence that had me liking her more then I realized. I found myself smiling as we talked and I also found myself suggesting we sit down at a table at the party.
She did say yes to the idea. Great!
She asked me all about stuff, about college, about life during college, about areas of study, and about careers after college all the while I’m checking out what I can see of her. We laugh here and there. I’m trying to be nice, informative, and of all things sweet. We talk some more and then I finally do it.
“Hey…would…you like to go out some time and well you know…have dinner?” I said.
“With you?” she asks. “Honestly…like a dinner date?”
“Is that wrong to ask you out on a date? I mean, I know we’re cousins and all. But were only second cousins” I told her. “And hey, what the heck…I’m a guy and well you’re a girl…so why not?”
She was nodding when I told her that, half agreeing to what I’d said, and she came back with, with a smile on her face, saying “I guess so…why not?”
“That sounds…cool,” I told her. “When would you like to go out?”
“Tonight?” she said. “Maybe around 8:30? I can meet you wherever you want.”
“Why not come over to my place? We can go from there,” I suggested and she said okay.
I gave her directions. We went out to dinner. It was a nice time. She had changed tops but she still looked great regardless. And I still wanted sex with her despite that she was my second cousin. I asked myself “What is wrong with me? I’m going to hit on my cousin.”
We went to dinner. I still wanted to feel her out. I still wanted to put my hands on those two soft and round big masses girls call boobies and I respectively call breasts. As skinny as she is, and she is skinny, her tits stuck out in a big way. I thought so. Anyway, dinner was nice. We had a great time. When it was all said and done, I wanted to go out with her again but wasn’t sure I should ask if she wanted to do it again.
“May I ask you something?” I said. She said sure. “Did you enjoy yourself?” She smiled and said yes. “Would you like to go out again with me?” I said and she said yes but in a few days. I couldn’t wait.
We went out and had a great time it turns out. We talked about odder things then usual and what she’d told me brought back fond memories of high school and being with her only made the time together a lot better that night.
Turns out, we went out several times, and in that time I became a lot more impatient. I wanted to be with her, alone. I wanted to be with her intimately. I wanted to tell her how I wanted to be with her so we could “fool around” possibly but even the idea scared me a little. I told myself it shouldn’t seeing as I’m 29 but it did.
“Hey, let me do something next time we go out. Let me make dinner for you,” I said.
Surprisingly, she said sure. She’d like that. She came over, happily, and I tried being the perfect host for the night. I think I did alright. I served hor dourves and fake wine, and it all came together either way. She loved being there. I could tell that at least. And she’d follow me to the kitchen and watch as I made dinner. I impressed her too.
However, finally I felt I had to say something. I had to I told myself. Dinner simmered and I pit down the utensils and I quieted down before saying it. “Can I tell you something kind of…no probably really strange?” She freely said sure. I was turning around as I said it. I looked at her just as I said it. “Amelia…I think…no, I know this to be a fact. I find you very, very pretty, and I find you to be a very sexy girl. There’s something else too?”
I’d already stunned her with me telling her she’s pretty and sexy. I probably shouldn’t have said it but I did. However, it was coming anyway. “I’ve…I’ve always…wanted to feel your breasts Amelia.”
Now that shocked the living hell out of her and I could tell it did. Her eyes were big but I also noticed she didn’t jump or move away or anything like that. It simply shocked her.
“I’ll admit something else to you too,” I said.
But she cut me off. “You…really want to feel my boobs, really?”
“Uhhh yeah…yes I do. I uhhh like them…I like them a lot, Amelia. No, I love them.”
She actually smiled and stepped closer to me. Amelia took me by the hand and led me to the living room in my apartment. “Here, sit down okay?” she said, half smiling. We sat down. I grew anxious. I was going to touch and feel a girl’s tits. How much and what parts of them I did not know for sure but I knew one thing. I was going to feel tits.
She looked me in the eyes as she did this. She took my hand and led it towards her boob as she smiled. “No guy has ever done this before,” she told me. “Nobody at all to be honest with you,” she said as she pressed my hand against her boob.
Holy freaking shit, I thought. Ohhhhhhh Lord, ohhh God does that feel soooo good. It was so darn soft and squishy and so darn supple and as I felt it, as I squeezed it she even smiled which told me she was enjoying it too. And I would not and did not overdo it.
“Did you like it because I liked it,” she said with a big smile. “I could do that all day.”
I was like a little 18 year old getting his first piece of ass I thought. I tingled where guys tingle when something like this happens and I truly enjoyed the experience, wanting to do that again and again. “I know I could too, Amelia. Thank you very much,” I said.
She did it again. Ohhhhhhh did that feel soooo darn good I told myself as I closed my eyes while feeling those soft, pillow-like bosoms of hers. I smiled, even with my eyes closed, and when I opened them, a moment later, even hers were closed as she was also enjoying the experience and moment too.
“Thank you…thank you…and thank you Amelia,” I told her. I smiled and she smiled back. “I can’t tell you how wonderful that is. It was so darn great. I could do that a million times…one…million…times.”
“I think I could too,” she said with a smile on her lips and nodding her head also.
“Maybe we could do more at some other time,” I added.
She agreed using the word “maybe.” She looked at me. I looked at her. I looked at her chest. She smiled at me. She reached out and took my hand again. What’s going on, I asked myself. I wasn’t sure but all of a sudden my hand felt material as in her top. The back of my hand felt material on it and guess what? The palm of my hand felt flesh on the bottom of it.
My eyes opened wide. Yes they did. I felt like one of her just graduated high school friends. Yes I did. She was about to put my hand on her boob. Wearing a bra, I felt it, but before I knew it I wasn’t feeling a bra any longer.
I felt her tit, a magnificent lumped softness, created by the man above, and given to me by way of my second cousin so that I could be given a chance or two to feel her boobs. As often as she wanted me to feel them, my hand roamed around that incredible spongy sphere she calls her breast and I felt my hand on her actual tit.
And seeing as I was rubbing it, or caressing it, I took advantage of my situation. I then squeezed the real thing. I squeezed it. Damn straight I did and I loved that I did too. I squeezed her boob, softly of course, and that made it all that much better. And Amelia did not mind it at all from what I could tell.
She was smiling too.
Her eyes were closed, my hand was up inside her top, and it was moving around some as I felt and squeezed it some more. She truly and affectionately loved what I was doing to her. Her face looked as if it was in heaven as I kept on feeling her up. I had never ever felt a girl’s tit before. Yes, I know it. I am 29 and had never felt a girls boob up. Well now I have and now I can say it is a tremendous experience every guy should have.
“Amelia…that was…that was the most incredible experience ever. Thank you,” I said.
I wanted to kiss her on her cheek. I wanted to do a lot more then that but she jumped the gun. Amelia, excited about what had happened, lunged at me, and her lips gratuitously kissed mine. It stunned me but her lips felt awesome once they kissed.
“Wow, what was that for?” I asked.
“Umm for feeling me like that,” she said smiling. “I loved how it felt too.”
“Can I ask you a weird question?” I asked. She nodded her head. “Does any of this uhhh turn you on?”
“Uhhh yes, kind of,” she said.
“Wow, really?” I asked and she said yes. “Like how much…I mean like does it umm make you umm want to uhhh want to do uhhh other stuff at all?”
“I umm…I don’t know…maybe,” she said and smiled.
I looked down at my lap, indicating it was arousing me too, and she looked at it also but neither of us did anything about how we felt. Maybe next time, I told myself. Maybe next time and we left it at that. I looked at her and she looked back. Both of us smiled and I told her that I liked her like a guy and a girl like each other, which was kind of weird seeing as we’re cousins, but mind you we are second cousins so it was a little different.
“Can I come back some time?” she asked out of nowhere. “You know…so we can well,” but she left it at that.
“Sure, I’d love it if you would,” I replied. And with that I reached around her, pulled her in, and I hugged her, warmly and firmly. “Maybe we can do other stuff too.”
“Maybe, we’ll see,” she replied and I felt a kiss on my cheek.
“I so want to kiss you too,” I told her.
“Feel free…anytime you want too…just feel free,” she said. “I’d like that.”
And so I did…and with a little tongue too I might add. She was a little surprised by my tongue but I enjoyed it. It was fun doing it and she took it in quite well, allowing me to move it around just a little bit as I did it.
She pulled back, smiling, and there was a twinkle in her eye as if she was saying “You can do that anytime you want. I mean it too.”
“I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries,” I said.
“Nooooo not at all,” she said. “I liked it. I did.” She paused a moment and smiled and then she said. “Wanna do that again?”
And we did. We kissed and we kissed and as we did, we fell off the couch, and we kissed some more and rolled around on the floor as we did. We kept on kissing and as we did I wanted to feel her up some more. But I wanted to feel her body, all over I’ll add. Yes I did. I not only wanted to feel her majestic big round boobs but I also wanted to feel her belly, which was as flat as flat could be, and then I wanted to take it to the next step.
I wanted to run my hand in between her skinny cute thighs.
But I didn’t. I simply kissed her, with tongue, which she returned to me, and we rolled left to right and right to left as we kissed and kissed heatedly. Our clothes were a mess. Our bodies were in heat. And I know I could easily undress myself and do other forbidden activities without question with my lovely and sexually intrigued young cousin.
“Wow and I mean that too,” I said as I came up for air, and breathing hard.
“Yeah, wow,” she said, smiling and also breathing hard.
We finally ate dinner and she finally left for home. During dinner, I gave her my email. I’m not sure I should have done that. I began getting emails from her…naughty ones too.
“Guess what I did last night?” the first one said. “You’ll never guess. I borrowed a vibrator from a friend of mine and I…get this…I masturbated and thought about us uhhh doing it together. Not that I’m thinking about that but I do fantasize.”
Now that alone got me a little aroused and seeing as it did, I thought about it too. I was smiling at the time. A girl, my second cousin, had masturbated because of me? It was exciting to know it, to know even though I’m her second cousin that she fantasized about me and she masturbated as a result of our “relationship?”
Soooo, I decided to do something to “honor” her. I felt mischievous and of course a little horny too and I went and turned on my shower, and yep I started to get in it. But I stopped myself. I picked up my laptop and emailed her. I told her to come back over. I told her what I was about to do and I wanted her to do it with me.
Her response was “I’ll be there in 20 minutes…if you really mean it.”
I was in nothing but a towel. 15 minutes later, I answered the door and there she was. Amelia’s eyes looked me over as I smiled at her. Then she smiled back at me as if this was truly meant to be. No, I’m not a big brawny fellow, but I was naked, beneath that towel, and that was good enough for us.
Her eyes were bigger then I’d ever seen them and as she smiled while running her eyes over me it was as if she’d was seeing the real thing. I felt comfortable as she looked me over. She seemed more excited then me as she eyed me in that towel.
From there I took her hand and led her to the bathroom and asked her “Are you sure you want to do this?”
She said yes. She was sure. The top came off. She wore this adorable red lace bra under her top. Wow…her boobs, those tits of hers were really as big as they looked when she wore a top. She undid her shorts and it made me feel as if I was getting a hard on already just watching her undress herself. She wore these white and red cotton panties. I loved them and I noticed how her hips weren’t huge but they spread out, perfectly. They were soooo cute and so was her body.
All I had to do was drop my towel but I asked her “Do you want to take all of it off?”
And she replied with “Only if you’re going to take off your towel.”
I got bold and said “I will…unless you want to do it for me,” I told her.
She wasn’t sure about that. I could see it in her eyes. She appeared a little nervous. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I told her. “I mean, we can just go sit down. I’ll turn off the water if you want me to.” Just then, I turned around, and I bent over to turn off the water. But when I turned back around, there she was. She was standing there with a half smile on her lips, and Amelia was holding the red bra in her hands.
Holy shit, I thought. Those babies…they are huge. My mouth kind of swung open as I looked at their beauty…their big, round, and my God…that juicy as ever beauty in her chest. I know one thing. I wanted to feel them like forever.
And as I stared at them, Amelia was wearing this huge smile on her face.
“You like them?” she asked. I nodded and said yes. “Me too…I’m glad you do. I like playing with my tits,” she went on to say.
“Really, you do…like how?” I asked her.
“You wanna see?” she asked. Let me show you okay?”
I said sure and somehow we landed in my bedroom. Naked other then my towel on me and she was wearing those panties of hers we seemed to get comfortable with one another. She started to show me just how she played with her boobs. I watched closely.
And as I did I tingled a lot down below.
“That uhhh you know…that turns me on,” I told her.
“Like in…your uhhh penis is getting hard?” she asked and then she looked down at it.
“I don’t know if that’s the right way to put it but if I touched it, and ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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