Message-ID: <5759eli$9711222321@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: EricShon@aol.com X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: "Cousin's Delight," part 2 (mf, inc, oral, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971122031734_-524039597@mrin84.mail.aol.com> part 2... This is a work of fiction. It's dirty. If you shouldn't be reading this type of story, or you already know you'll be offended...or if you even THINK you MIGHT be offended, sign off and go watch the new shows on TV. Cousin's Delight by Eric Shon Part 2 I spent the rest of the day up at Lake Wetauga sort of following around my suddenly sexy cousin. We played volleyball with my parents and her parents, and my Dad's other sister and her husband. She was the youngest in his family, and had only recently had a baby, which was in a baby seat in the pavilion, sleeping. The smaller kids, as always, wanted to play, but only messed up the game whenever the ball came to them. Of course, whenever the ball came to me, I messed up the game because I was too busy staring at Carol's ass bouncing around in her bikini. Fortunately for me I had grown somewhat accustomed to the sight, so I could derive pleasure from it without sporting wood. When Aunt Kathy's baby woke up, the game totally fell apart as everyone went to hover around her. Carol and I just sort of volleyed the ball back and forth over the net for a while until she decided she wanted to go back in the water. Naturally I followed her. We waded into the water, talking small talk, and I was both afraid and hopeful that she would ask me more questions about blowjobs. She jumped track as soon as she felt safely out of earshot of anybody up the beach. "So, does your...penis...really get long and stiff and hard?" Forget the small talk, get right to the point!! I tried to hide my shock at the question, and simply said, "Yes it does." I felt strangely like I was teaching a physiology class. "I think I felt yours when we were playing in the water." I nearly fell into the water as my heart slipped out of my chest and bounced around a couple of times. She HAD noticed! I stammered, "Nah, um, no." "Did I make it do that?" she asked, without even hesitating for an instant, a slight smile playing across her lips. I was still struggling with her first question when this one hit me square in the chest. Just then we heard splashing behind us. "Hey guys! The water's nice!" It was my Mom. Carol turned around and said, "Hi Aunt Ellen!" and started walking back toward her. My Mom looked at me and said, "So I see you're not having such a bad time after all, huh?" I shrugged my shoulders. Mom smiled and said, "It looks like you two have finally found something to talk about." And then, looking at me, she said, "Or is it YOU that has the crush this year!" "Mo-om!" I shouted, thoroughly embarrassed. "Oh, stop!" she said. "It was so cute watching Carol follow you all around the lake last year." I rolled my eyes at her specifically because I knew it made her crazy. "Oh, stop, you big baby!" And she leapt forward, trying to dunk me, and I dodged and grabbed her arms and easily dunked her instead. I was so embarrassed I entertained the thought of drowning her, but I figured that might make my Dad a little angry, so I let it pass. I let her up, and she stood with a half-dazed look on her face. "I guess THOSE days are over! My little baby's growing up!" Mom stayed and chatted with us, mainly with Carol, but I stayed out there stealing glances at Carol's tits. Before long my Dad was packing up the Suburban, and suddenly I didn't want this day to end. I had spent the whole day with Carol, and Bethy and Tyler were inseparable from Tina. Then I heard my Aunt Linda's husband, Don, say to my Dad, "You know, Steve, with my promotion this year I got a third week of vacation. I'm not doing anything this week, and the kids seem to be getting along so nicely...why not let Johnny and Bethy and Tyler come spend the week with us?" "I don't know, Don." Dad replied. They're a handful, and they didn't bring any extra clothes with them." "That's OK. Johnny can wear some of my old stuff, Bethy can wear Tina's clothes...they'd be swapping them anyway! And Tyler, well he'll probably spend all his time in the pool, so all he'll need is his trunks!! If he needs anything else, we'll just buy it. Come on, Steve. It's only a week." Dad looked at Mom, and she just gave him the "it's fine with me if it's fine with you" look. Bethy and Tyler were screaming, "Yeah Dad!! I wanna go! Let us go! We'll be good..." and on and on. Dad looked at me. "John?" I tried to give as indifferent a nod as I could without betraying my excitement. A whole week looking at Carol's tits and ass! My dick was already getting hard at the thought. "All right, Johnny!" I hated 'Johnny' worse than I hated 'John.' "Feel like learning the game of golf this week, kid?" I feigned enthusiasm for the world's most boring game. "Cool!" All the vehicles were loaded up, and my parents were giving us all good-bye hugs and kisses. I climbed into the farthest back seat in Uncle Don's Dodge van and was not entirely surprised to see Carol heading back there with me. We sat and waited for the adults to stop prolonging the departure, but they had to hammer out the details for getting us back home at the end of the week. As The Suburban pulled away, it was a strange sight, seeing both my parents together in the front seat, and nobody else with them It seemed there was always one of us kids with either or both of them at some time or another. I wondered what they were going to do all alone for a week without us kids around! It was an even longer drive to Uncle Don's and Aunt Linda's house; about three hours. Tyler and Tina and Bethy occupied the middle seat and were trading jokes with Aunt Linda. Carol, beside me, was nodding off within a half-hour. With the few minutes of remaining daylight making it through the window, I got as much of an eyeful as I could get of Carol's tanned legs and the tops of her breasts, all that was revealed by the beach robe she had put on. An hour into the trip the three younger kids were zonked out, and Carol had finally let sleep overtake her, too, and her head had come to rest on my shoulder. I liked this, so I tried to remain still so that she wouldn't sit back up or lean to the other side. I had started feeling drowsy myself, but then Carol shifted, making me alert again. She grunted and sat up, turned her body toward me and rested against me, this time pressing one breast into my arm, and resting her cheek on my bare shoulder. Then her arm fell to my chest, her hand splayed across my solar plexus. With each bump in the road, her hand slid down another inch until it was resting against my abdomen, her thumb covering my navel. Carol shifted again, pushing with the hand resting on my belly, and it just slid down right over my cock, which immediately started filling with blood, and was soon up to it's swollen capacity, right underneath her hand! I was half-ready to gently remove it, but the other half wanted her hand there. The other half won, and I just sat there, hard-on throbbing, looking at her hand in the twilight, resting on my cock. I felt her hand move a little, and then felt a slight squeeze. Then she raised her head up and looked down at my lap, and said, "Oh my goodness!" She looked into my eyes as she gripped my prick through the thin material of my trunks. "It's so hard and warm, J!" As she squeezed, I could only gasp and grunt. I was also afraid that her parents could hear us, even though they were all the way up front and had the radio on. Then, before I even had a chance to protest, Carol said, "I gotta see it!" and pulled the waistband of my trunks out and down. "Ohhh! WOW!!" she gasped as it stood, free of the constricting trunks. She released the waistband of the trunks, which snapped painfully against the base of my cock. As I winced, she said, "Oh! I'm sorry!" slid her hand under the waistband, gripped the base, and began rubbing to soothe the pain. Her fingers scraped across the top of my balls, and she said, "Hey..." She sat up fully, pulled the waistband out further, and cupped my balls. "That feels nice!" she breathed as she gently squeezed them. At that I threw my head back and whimpered. She looked up at me and said, 'Want me to suck it like your girlfriend?" I whimpered another "HUHH?!" shaking my head, but she only smiled, a look of innocent wild wonder in her eyes. "I want to suck it!" And she lowered her head to my lap. "Like this?" She stuck her tongue out and ran it up the underside of my dick, stopping just at the cleavage of the head. I could feel the cool air in the van against the wet trail her tongue left. I shook my head violently, certain that we'd be caught. She saw me and said, "No? How about this?" And she opened her mouth just enough to let my dick slide in. When the rim around my dick head passed her lips she stopped, and then she began sucking. I felt the pre-cum escape as it was suctioned out, and my hips bucked involuntarily, driving another inch of me into her mouth. Again I shook my head. If Uncle Don caught us, my Dad would ground me until I finished college...that is if Uncle Don didn't KILL me! Carol looked up at me and said, "Still no? Damn! I did just what you said your girlfriend does. How about this?" She returned her mouth to my cock, and this time she engulfed the head in her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down, all the while sucking the life out of me. "OHGODYES!" I don't remember formulating the words. They just came out of my mouth in a sharp hiss. To Carol that was the approval she was looking for, so she doubled her efforts, sucking and stroking my dick in her mouth in a frenzy. My eyeballs rolled 180 degrees back in their sockets as my dick for the first time received attention from something other than my own hands! By this point I didn't care if we were caught by Uncle Don, Aunt Linda, Dad, Mom, the Reverend Billy Graham, the Pope, or Father Time. My hand came to rest on Carol's back and I started pistoning my hips, driving my cock into and out of her mouth. In all the fantasies I had had up to that point about blowjobs, I never imagined the sound of someone's lips slurping around the shaft. It seemed to echo throughout the confines of the van, but her parents were oblivious to the sound. Carol pulled her head up with a slight pop off of my dick, and said, "When does your stuff shoot out?" All I could muster was "Real soon!" and I grabbed the back of her head. But she needed no help. She eagerly gobbled me right back up and resumed her pace. I felt the expansion behind my testicles begin. It was still a new sensation to me then, as I had only first felt it a year and a half before while in the shower, soaping myself up and realizing that the action along my swollen penis felt REALLY good, and then realizing I couldn't really stop my hand from stroking until BAM!! I was hosing off the shower curtain! My cock felt like it was expanding against Carol's lips, and my hips broke from their frantic rhythm and started undulating up and down in much slower strokes. I don't know if it was instinct, or just that she felt a need to hold on to something, but Carol caressed my balls, and then gave them a gentle squeeze...and that sent me over the edge. My hips locked in the up position, my chin drove down into my chest, and my hands flew to Carol's back and head. I felt the first spurt launch from somewhere around my toes, and I screamed. "AHK! GODDD! AUGH! OH! JEEZES!" The spunk, pent up from a full day of teasing, crotch peeks, and dirty talk, hit Carol directly in the back of the throat. Her eyes widened and she pulled her head off of my cock so she could watch me come. The second spurt launched just as her lips cleared the end of my penis, and ricocheted off of her lips and cheek, which elicited a loud cackle from Carol. The third and fourth spurts arced into the air, landing on her tits, my belly and thighs, and on the seat-back in front of us. Aunt Linda called out from the co-pilot's chair, "Carol, quit bothering J, now, hon." The rest of the cum came out in little spurts and then dribbles that ran down my cock and formed a puddle at the base. Carol smacked her lips and said, "That tastes weird." And then she wrapped her mouth around my cock again and cleaned the cum off of it. Carol sat up and looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I liked that. Did you?" I could neither nod nor shake my head because of the mixed emotions I was feeling. Most of all, I had enjoyed it immensely. But very clear in my mind was that Uncle Don would probably dismantle me with an ax if he found out what had just gone on between his daughter and his nephew only ten feet behind his back! So in response to Carol's question, I merely closed my eyes and laid my head back. It struck me as odd that, as I lay back, the closing strains of a Rolling Stones song beat quietly from the radio: "Yo! Yo! You'd make a dead man come!" The song had already been half over when Carol first ran her tongue up the length of my cock. The whole encounter had lasted less than 90 seconds! To this day, when I hear "Start Me Up," my dick gets hard. Carol snuggled against me, her head in the crook of my shoulder, and her hand wrapped snugly around my penis. We slept that way until Uncle Don opened the sliding door on the side of the van. We were parked in their driveway. Thanks to the middle seat and an obnoxious, crabby Tyler, Carol was able to slip her hand unnoticed from inside my trunks. We unpacked the van, and my siblings and I spread out on the living room floor for the night. I lay there for about an hour reflecting on the events of the previous two hours and I realized that I didn't feel the need to jerk off after all! This was going to be an interesting week. 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