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All of a sudden a look came over Aunt Carmen. "...And I'll
just
bet I know
where my OTHER missing panties are too, Darling! I want you
to show me all
the other panties you've stolen... right now! ...Or maybe
I'll
just have
to tell my sister what a disgusting pervert she has for a
son!"

Aunt Carmen had me dead to rights and I knew it! I had no
choice but to do
as she said. I walked over to my closet and brought out the
box where I
kept my panty collection.

"Empty them out onto the bed," she snarled.

I turned the box over and let the panty plunder fall onto my
bed.
I was
suddenly surprised at how many I'd managed to accumulate in
only a few
months.

"Well Darling," Aunt Carmen giggled as she surveyed my
spoils,
"that's quite
a collection you have there. You certainly must have been a
busy little
panty snatcher..."

With that, Aunt Carmen began browsing through the panties
and picking them
up, with a little comment for each.

"These are mine, I wondered where they'd gotten to!

"Borr-ring! These must belong to a young girl. Don't know
why you stole
these Darling, but then they are rather well-worn...

"Oh, these are pretty. I wonder where she got them.

"And these are mine... and these.. and I forgot all about
these!"

I knew I was in a lot of trouble as Aunt Carmen rummaged
through my panty
collection, but I couldn't take my eyes off the luscious
turquoise
panties
she still held in her hand. In spite of myself I could feel
my cock
hardening as Aunt Carmen held up each pair of lovely
underpants.

Aunt Carmen saw I was getting excited and laughed aloud.

"Well Jeremy Darling, you certainly like pretty panties. At
least
you have
good taste in lingerie! I can only imagine what disgusting
things
you do
with them..."

She looked at her turquoise panties then looked at me. A
wicked smirk came
over her face a she looked me up and down. "...And I'll bet
you love to
WEAR them, too! Don't you, Darling?"

I hung my head and said nothing.

"That's what I thought." She tossed the bikini panties to me
and
said, "I
want you to take off your take off your clothes and put
these
on! Model
them for me, Darling."

I tried to protest. "No.. I can't... I couldn't!"

"You will or I'll tell your Mother what a perverted little
panty
sniffer you
are! Now quit blubbering and put your little panties on.
You
know you love
it! You know you want to! Chop-chop Jeremy Darling, don't
keep me
waiting!"

Aunt Carmen had me in her power, but it felt strangely
exciting.
I turned
around and stripped, sliding into the turquoise bikinis as
fast as I
could.
As the silk began sliding across my cock, it immediately
leaped
to erection
in spite of my predicament.

"Oh Darling! You look positively scrumptious! Such milky
white skin...
such a lean body... and lovely legs! Oh Darling, you're
perfect!
Now walk
across the room and give me a little turn... and be sure to
wiggle the
luscious little tush for me Darling! Yes, that's it.
Sashay for me
Jeremy
Darling. That's lovely."

Aunt Carmen began breathing heavily, and I could tell the
situation was
getting her very excited indeed. But then she stopped
staring at
me and
regained her composure.

"Now Darling, you've done as I've asked. What can I do for
you? Hmmmmmm...
I know! Darling, you may lie down on the floor between my
legs and I'll let
you look up my dress the way you've always wanted to!
Didn't
think I saw
you peeking before, did you? I know what you want. The
same thing all men
want. So, go ahead. On your back!"

I couldn't believe my luck and I wasted no time getting on
my
back while
Aunt Carmen straddled my head. Since she was still standing
I
could see
every bit of loveliness hidden by her skirt. Her long lean
legs
were
covered with sheer black stockings, and I could see the lacy
suspenders from
her black garter belt.

Aunt Carmen's womanhood was covered by the wispiest black
panties, which had
big black ruffles around the leg holes. Through the
gossamer
material I was
surprised to see her vulva was completely shaven and
hairless,
like a little
girl's. This was unexpected but by no means unexciting.

"Do you like what you see, Darling," Aunt Carmen teased.

"Oh yes Auntie," I panted. "You're..." I sputtered as I
beheld
her, staring
at feminine perfection. "You're so beautiful." The words
seemed pitifully
inadequate.

"Thank you Darling," she giggled. "Flattery will get you
everywhere!"

I watched as a very feminine hand with long red nails
reached
beneath her
skirt. A painted finger slid aside the crotch of the sheer
panties
and slid
itself into the slit within.

Aunt Carmen let out a little gasp and said, "Now jerk off
for
me, Darling!
I love to watch young boys bring themselves off. Yank on
your
hard cock and
come for me Darling!"

It was such an erotic sight as my beautiful Auntie diddled
herself
while I
yanked at my throbbing cock for all I was worth! I could
see
Aunt Carmen's
panties getting all dark and wet from her juices, the little
droplets
collecting on the sheer fabric.

I could hear her moaning in pleasure. "Yes... yes...
yesssssss!," she
hissed as she buried a second finger inside herself and then
a
third. She
was dripping now and the musky scent of her womanhood filled
the air as her
panties were now drenched.

"Now Darling," she panted, "suck me! Eat me though my
panties!"

I pressed my face against the damp fabric covering her slick
vulva and
pulled the crotch to one side. Then I slid my tongue and
began
licking her
luscious pink slit while she continued to finger herself.
Aunt
Carmen
pressed my face against her sex as I began to lap greedily
at her
flowing
cunt.

Aunt Carmen's thighs and my face were soaked with her
juices,
but I didn't
let up for a second. I still couldn't believe this was
happening.
My
naughtiest, most secret fantasy was somehow coming true! I
wanted this
delicious moment to last forever!

Aunt Carmen's body seemed to tighten up all at once. Her
legs
tensed. She
let out a little squeal, and it was finished.

When she stopped panting, Aunt Carmen looked down at me
and said, "Oh...
Jeremy Darling, that was incredible! You've really got
talent my
dear! Now
finish yourself off Darling! Yes, turn on your side and cum
all
over my
shoes while I watch!"

I was so hot now I would have gladly done anything she
said! I
turned on my
side and resumed jerking off as my throbbing glans slid
against
the cool
leather of Aunt Carmen's black patent leather spikes.

It only took a few more pulls before I was splattering my
hot
white sperm
all over her shiny black toes. I came so hard I felt as if
all the
fluids
had been drained from my body!

When I finished gasping from the incredible orgasm I'd just
had,
Aunt Carmen
told me to remove her shoe and hand it to her. Then, I
watched
as she
sensuously ran her tongue along the toe until all my cum was
off
it.

Then, she smiled seductively and said, "Don't think this is
the
end of it
Darling. You've been a very perverted young man and you
must be punished.
Stealing women's' underwear! I will expect you at my house
tomorrow as soon
as you get out of school.

But then, Aunt Carmen bent over and reached underneath her
skirt once more.
She slid her panties down her long, lovely legs and stepped
out
of them.

Then, with a playful grin, she picked them up and tossed
them
to me. They
were warm and sticky in my hand, saturated with her cum.
"Jerk off with
them tonight. Enjoy Darling," she cooed.

Aunt Carmen walked down the stairs and out the door. I was
standing there
wearing her turquoise bikinis, still in a fog from all that
had
happened.
Even so, I had the presence of mind to put away my panty
collection and air
the smell of sex out of the room before my sisters or
parents got
home.

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From falcons87@hotmail.com Thu Mar 13 20:09:14 2003
Date: 10 May 2000 02:38:38 GMT
From: Charlene <falcons87@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: ASS Story -- I Could Eat You Up (F/m)

The good author of this story used cousin, not aunt. It is
a great story and I include it here. When a 27 year old
lady takes control and initiates her 18 year old relative
to sex, it fits the classic 'aunt' mold.
From: friedman@tznet.com (J. Friedman)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: I Could Eat You Up (MF, cousins, teen, cons, oral)
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Date: 23 Nov 1998 09:55:43 GMT
Lines: 514

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Obligatory disclaimer: this story contains potentially
offensive
material dealing with a sexual situation between two cousins
(neither
underage). If you feel this material would offend you, best
turn
off
your computer before you are further tempted. If you live
in an
area
where it is illegal to view material of this sort, hey,
don't blame
me
if you get caught viewing it, I didn't kidnap you and force
you to
read it, did I? If you are under 18 (21 in some areas), you
should
probably not be viewing this story; I take no responsibility
if you
are. This is a fictional account; all similarity to real
persons
living or dead is coincidental.
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I Could Eat You Up
(Aunt Lila, opps, she is really a cousin)

MF, cousins, teen, cons, oral


I almost never see my extended family. Never did much when
I
was
younger, either. I grew up so far away from them
geographically
that
it just wasn't possible. Maybe that's why I'm not very
comfortable
with them...we never seem to have anything to say to each
other,
me
and my grandparents and uncles and aunts and cousins. Not
to
mention
the fact that they all live in the same small town, while my
parents
left early on for Madison--not a metropolis by any means,
but
way
bigger than Carson, the town in southern Iowa where their
families
live, and more cosmopolitan by far.

So I'd have to say that my visits to Carson with my folks,
though
infrequent, are pretty uniformly excruciating. No one wants
to
hear
about my career or my interests; all they can seem to ask
about
is the
weather in Wisconsin, how the Badgers are doing this season,
and when
am I going to marry a nice boy and have some great-
grandchildren for
Grandma? I would much rather languish alone in my little
professional-woman apartment than spend ten minutes with my
extended
family.

The one exception these last few years has been my cousin
Steve. He's
18 now, and just started college at the University of Iowa.
I
remember when he was born--I was maybe nine years old. His
folks were
overjoyed, since they had two girls already (my cousins
Kelly
and
Karine, both empty-headed as balloons, who now work
together at the
Price Mart in Carson while they date every married man in
town).
Although Steve and I weren't close when he was younger, in
recent
years we've each found the other to be the only reasonably
fun
person
to talk to in the whole family. It helps that he's
intelligent (we
always compare books we've recently read) and relates well
to
women,
having grown up dealing with Kelly and Karine.

This last year, since he's been at college, Steve has been
writing
me
e-mail, something that also differentiates us from the rest
of the
family--we're the only two Internet-heads. Every time I get
an
e-mail
from him, bubbling with stories of his acclimation to
college life
and
his near-misses with shy freshman girls, I can't help but
think:
what
a catch this kid is. If only I weren't his cousin, and if
only I were
nine years younger, and went to school with him! He's
smart,
he's
sweet, he's cute (description later) and his heart is in the
right
place. As I get older, I realize how important a guy's
heart is.
You
don't think about that in college, at least I didn't.

Anyway, some strange things happened last time me and my
folks went to
Carson for our yearly visit. It's hard to know where to
start....My
state of mind wasn't all that good that weekend, to begin
with.
My
boyfriend Mark, who I'd met on the Internet, had just broken
up
with
me via e-mail, something I consider inappropriate no matter
WHERE we
met...*grrr* I was well rid of him, but the sting of
rejection
hadn't
gone away yet. So there I was, riding in my parents' back
seat,
feeling like a ten-year-old again, just like I always do
when they
drive me down to Carson for a visit. I really should drive
down
in my
own car, just for the feeling of independence, but it never
makes
sense to take two cars for three people. Just once, though,
I'd
like
to sit in the front seat...!

"Hey, Mom, do you know which of the cousins will be there?"
I
can't
read in the car, so all there is to do on these trips is
talk to the
folks.

"Not sure...Carrie said Kelly and Karine both got the night
off..."
"Oh, joy."
"Now, you know they do their best to include you, but you
brush them
off...you ought to be nicer. Who else? Chris and his
girlfriend,
probably..."

"Steve e-mailed me to say he'd be there."

"You kids and your e-mail." I was going to draw myself up,
with
all
27 of my years, and protest being called a kid, but decided
I
was too
glad at the thought of seeing Steve to bother pressing the
issue.

When Grandma opened the door, the smell of burned potatoes
wafted out
at us. Try as she might, Grandma never could organize
herself
enough
to cook a whole meal without burning something; I'm suprised
my mom
didn't die of starvation as a kid. We all just try to
ignore the
smell, and after awhile, it doesn't seem so bad. We went
through the
rituals of hugs all 'round, then were shuffled into the
living room
for more hugs. I could already feel my headache starting.

The group looked about the same as every year, except that
Kelly and
Karine had gone blonde recently. "Like your hair," I said
gamely,
sitting down next to them.

"Thanks, want us to do yours?" said Kelly, at the same time
that
Karine asked, "You got a boyfriend yet?". Overcome with
dread at the
idea of spending even a minute discussing hair or boyfriends
with
them, I stood again, a panicked smile pasted on my face.
Grandma
announced dinner just then, and we all went into the dining
room.

We were starting on the salad (thank goodness Grandma
couldn't burn
that) when I realized Steve wasn't at the table, and hadn't
been in
the living room. I asked Aunt Carrie about him. "Steve
said he
thought he was coming down with something, poor guy," she
said,
drowning her salad in dressing. "He's in the back bedroom
lying
down.
Said you should come back and say hi when you got here,
though."

I've always had a work ethic, always thought you should get
something
unpleasant over with before running off to play. For that
reason
I
waited all the way through the salad and into the entree
course--
a
whole nine minutes!--to abandon the table and go find Steve,
the
only
person in the house I actually wanted to talk to. When I
felt like
I'd suffered enough (I'd already been asked by three people
how
my
love life was going) I excused myself, went to the kitchen,
and
got a
glass of orange juice to take to Steve. (I managed to miss
the
burned
potatoes, thank goodness.)

I knocked on the door to the back bedroom. "Who is it?"

"It's me, li'l guy," I said, using my pet name for him.
"Lila."

"C'mon in, I'm just hiding from the clan," he said, and I
pushed
the
door open. He was lying on his side on the bed. The first
thing I
noticed was that he didn't look sick, just bored and
adorable.
He's
not what you'd call a 'built' kid, doesn't lift weights or
anything,
but he has a nice sturdy frame, with not too much fat on his
bones,
and one of those sweet roundish faces that you know will
become more
angular with time, so you want to enjoy it now. He'd been
growing his
brown hair; it now reached past his shoulders, and was
escaping
from a
rubber band at the back of his neck. There was a light
shadow
on his
jaws; was it possible he was shaving already? His blue eyes
opened
wide as he sat up and saw me, and a smile that would melt
anyone's
heart broke across his face. Adorable. I set the orange
juice on
the
nightstand.

"Hey!" he said, standing up to give me a hug. "Lila! Long
time
no
see! I won't ask you what's been up though...got your
e-mail
yesterday. Too bad about Mark. He obviously has no taste."
His arms
seemed stronger than last year, and felt good around me.
Maybe he was
lifting weights.

"That's what I think..." We sat down on the bed and I told
him
how
upset it made me to read the words "don't think it will
work" and
"this hurts me as much as it will hurt you" in an e-mail
message.
He
nodded sympathetically.

"That's crass. I mean, I'm only a college freshman, and
even I
know
you don't dump someone in an e-mail."

"Yeah, but you're an exceptional college freshman," I said,
smiling.

"No..." he blushed, which made me stare a bit, fascinated.
"My
grades
aren't anything special."

"I meant, you're an exceptional person." I decided to tell
him
what
I'd been thinking, before I could censor myself. "I've been
thinking
what a catch you are, l'il guy. You have a good heart, you
know? And
you're...you're adorable. If the girls haven't noticed that
by now,
they aren't looking very carefully."

He blushed even deeper, and slumped forward in
embarrassment.
"Geez...thanks, Lila. It means a lot coming from you...you
being
a
woman, and all that."

I laughed, trying to ignore the fact that I was blushing a
little,
myself. "Yeah, well...I'm only being honest. Don't take me
as
an
example, either--you'll be married to some wonderful girl by
the
time
you're anywhere near my age."

He looked at me soberly. "Do you wish you were married?"

I thought about it. "Kind of...I get lonely in my
apartment. I
wish
I had the skills to go out looking for men, but I really
don't, if you
don't count the Internet..." I sighed, remembering Mark.
"And it
doesn't help that all the relatives keep asking when I'm
going to
find
a husband. I'm sure half of them think I'm a lesbian by
now."

He laughed loudly, then suddenly got quiet. "Well...are
you?"

"No!" I grabbed the pillow and bopped him with it,
giggling.
"Not in
the least, you silly."

Steve was still quiet. He gazed at the wall of the bedroom,
where
Grandma had put up an unidentifiable piece of art, possibly
made of
pinecones, from her recent Alaskan cruise. "I'm glad you're
not," he
said to the wall. "Because, you know, you're really pretty,
and
really neat, and it'd be a loss if some guy didn't get you."

He was blushing even more deeply, if that were possible,
than
before.
I felt a wave of tenderness rush over me as I leaned forward
and
gave
him a hug. "You sweetie," I said softly in his ear, and
hugged
him,
planting a kiss on his cheek. "I could eat you up. Thank
you."

I pressed my cheek to his and could feel his smile widen,
then
ease,
as I held him. Then--honestly, I don't know how it
happened, I
would
not have let it happen if I'd noticed it about to
happen--his cheek
was sliding across my skin and his mouth was coming around,
warm and
soft, pressing onto mine, in a kiss that was somehow
tentative
and
erotic at once.

Maybe it was the fact that I hadn't seen Mark in six
months.
Maybe it
was the fact that he'd so unceremoniously dumped me just a
few
days
before. Maybe it was the loneliness of spending my evenings
alone,
masturbating to my one porno video, and dreaming of hands
touching my
body. I don't know what it was, but I couldn't break this
kiss. I
needed this kiss, and anything else Steve had for me.

He broke away at last, looking afraid, and glanced at the
door.
"Um...Lila, I'm sorry..."

I looked at him very seriously. "Steve, you don't need to
be
sorry.
I really liked that. Any girl would like that." I smiled
encouragingly, then got up and locked the door, as he sat
looking
confused. "You do need to know how to do more, though..."

"More?" He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, watching me.

"Yes. Have you ever french-kissed anyone?"

"No...that's with the tongue in...um..."

"That's right. You know, if you wanted me to, I'd help you
learn...no
harm in kissing..." He looked doubtful. "Silly! There are
tribes
in
Africa where everyone kisses with tongue, even strangers
from
other
villages. It's an insult there, if you don't."

He smiled a little, skeptically. "We weren't in Africa,
last time I
checked."

I sat back and folded my arms. "If you don't want to learn,
fine...you can just fumble your way with some girl at a frat
party..."

He made a face. "I don't go to frat parties, you know
that."

"Well, then, you won't have a chance to practice until it
really
matters. Don't you want to get it down pat before then?"

You could see the gears turning over this rationale. "All
right,
but
just once."

I grinned at him, and felt for all the world like I was
doing him a
service, teaching him something he'd need to know. Why I
didn't
consider how turned-on I was, why I didn't stop myself from
doing
this, I'll never know, but I leaned forward again, looked
into his
eyes, put my hand on his lightly bristly cheek, and kissed
him.
Oh,
it felt so good...my heart started beating faster at the old
feeling
of soft lips touching mine, and I moved, purely from
physical
memory,
deeper into it, turning my head as I opened my lips, seeking
a
truly
deep kiss.

His gasp as my tongue touched his lips was audible. In a
second,
though, he seemed to regain composure, and his lips parted
and
accepted my tongue, warm and wet. A true beginner, he
wasn't
sure
what to do at first, but I poked at his tongue with mine and
it
soon
came alive, twining and exploring. I felt his hand on my
face,
then
my neck, caressing...how did he know how much I loved to
have my neck
touched?

I let out an involuntary moan, just a small one, and in one
natural
move, I pushed him back onto the bed and moved so I was
lying
next to
him, leaning my body against his. I put my arm across his
chest
and
pressed against him, kissing harder. In a moment he broke
the
kiss,
his brow furrowed. "Lila..."

"Shhhh, relax," I said softly. "This is so much
fun...you're good
at
this."

That stopped him in his tracks, his protests forgotten.
"Really?"

"Yes! You're a fast learner. Can I show you a couple more
things?"

I could see I had him; I could feel the heat coming off his
body,
and
when I looked surreptitiously down the bed, I could see a
tentlike
protrusion below the waistband of his sweatpants.
Ohhh...that
clinched it for me. I was going to see what he had in there
if it
took all evening.

He noticed my glance and the blush came back, hotter than
ever.
"If
you...if you want...what kind of things?"

"You'll see." I got up and turned off the ceiling light,
leaving the
room lit only by one of those balloon lamps that little kids
have in
their rooms, probably left over from the visit of some
cousin or
other
years ago. By the light of the balloons, I lifted my shirt
over my
head, then took off my bra, as he watched with huge eyes.
"Now you,"
I said, gesturing to his t-shirt.

I've never seen anyone remove an article of clothing so
fast. It
was
as though he were trying to minimize the amount of time his
eyes
were
behind the fabric, so he could keep staring at me. And
staring
he
was, at my breasts glowing white in the lamplight. He
tossed the
t-shirt to the floor, and I lay back down on the bed,
pressing
myself
against his hard young chest, and kissed him again. There's
nothing
like the first contact of chest to chest, is there? That's
when you
first savor intimate contact...that's when you first glimpse
pleasure
to come.

I heard his breath come quicker as I rubbed against him
slightly.
His
tongue arched and played against mine, and his hands roamed
my back,
my waist...obviously not knowing whether to try more taboo
areas. I
answered his unspoken question by reaching back and moving
his hand
onto my behind, where I was rewarded with an enthusiastic
squeeze and
the cutest little sigh you ever heard.

I smiled into his kiss and reached around to cup one of his
buttocks
in my hand. This had the interesting result of pressing the
fronts
of
our bodies more directly together as our arms reached around
each
other, and I took advantage of this by swinging a leg over
his
body
and pushing myself up onto my knees and hands, hovering
directly over
him.

My hair hung down around his face as I grinned down at him.
I
saw his
gaze move down to my breasts, now swinging free and brushing
his
chest, then back up to my eyes, and he suddenly grinned
back.
I think
it had just occurred to him that we could have a lot of fun
with
no
possible repercussions, as long as the lock on the door
held.

His hands went to my breasts, touching softly at first, then
kneading
and massaging. "Touch the nipples," I whispered, and his
thumbs
grazed them obediently. I whimpered at the little shock of
pleasure
that even that little touch afforded me. Smart boy, he took
this
as
encouragement and flicked my nipples harder, making me
nearly
collapse
on him. I leaned down and kissed his neck, sucking
slightly, and
tasting his soft teenage skin.

"That...feels good," he whispered.

"Just wait," I said softly, and lowered my blue-jeaned hips
onto
his
lower body, oh-so-slowly. Even through the denim, I could
feel
the
waves of heat coming from his crotch--and then, oh god, I
could
feel
the tent pole itself, bending slightly as I lowered myself
more. I
looked up to catch his expression and found that his mouth
was
wide
open in amazement, his eyes staring at the ceiling. I
ground my
hips
against him just a tiny bit, and his eyes flew to mine as he
made a
noise somewhere between shouting and strangling.

"Shhh, you want the family to hear?" I hissed, and moved my
hips a bit
more, then a bit more. Then a rhythm, slow but insistent.
He
switched to softer noises, little bubbling moans that were
music
to my
ears. The heat coming from his cock was inspiring similar
heat
from
my pussy, and I felt wetness creep through my panties.
Could
he feel
it? It was obvious that he was feeling something; his
breathing
was
starting to take on a heavy quality, as though he were
running a
marathon, and seemed to come in time with my hip thrusts.

Suddenly, I stopped. The disappointment on his face was
comical.
Maybe he thought I was irritated that he'd just been lying
there;
his
hands went to my breasts again, ready to work on my
nipples.
"No," I
whispered. "I want to give you something."

"What?" His voice held a mixture of worry and lust.

As an answer, I slid down his body until my face was
directly
above
the impressive bulge in his sweatpants. Knowing that
anticipation is
90% of the pleasure of the first touch, I reached for the
bulge in
excruciating slow motion. He stared down at me as though he
had no
control over anything happening below his waist, and, well,
I
guess he
didn't.

As my hand made contact, he gasped again; when I moved it
with a sort
of stirring motion, he twisted his upper body in sudden
pleasure,
moaning. I sat up to take the weight off my hands. Still
moving
one
hand on his crotch, with the other I traced the fuzz of
brown hair
that began in the center of his chest and led, changing
along the
way,
down to the waistband of his sweatpants--and beyond. In one
sudden
move I pulled the waistband down with both hands, allowing
his
smooth,
hard cock to pop out in the most appetizing way. I took a
moment to
stare at it, then peered back up at him. He caught his
breath and
swallowed, looking at me nervously.

I looked reassuringly into his eyes. "Li'l guy," I said in
tones of
appreciation, "you're not so li'l anymore, are you?"

He smiled, the smile of an angel, and I leaned down over his
body to
kiss him once more, his delicious tongue spiraling up to
meet
mine.
Then, reluctantly breaking the kiss, I moved back down and
turned my
attention to the task at hand.

Hand it was, at first--and he seemed to appreciate my hand
with
all
his might. I began by curling my fingers around his dick
and
moving
my hand lightly up and down. His breath caught in his
throat. I
closed my fingers and pulled up and down hard, and he
emitted
what
sounded like sobs. I looked up to see his eyes closed and
his
hands
on the pillow beside his head, like a baby's sleeping
position, his
fists clenching and unclenching as I pumped my hand on his
silky
cock.
Awww...adorable was definitely the word for him.

I swirled my fingers around the sensitive head of his penis,
and
his
eyes flew open to see what I was doing, then closed again as
I
added
my other hand, resuming the pumping action. "Steve? How
does this
feel?"

"Nnnnnnngood," he moaned, his hips bucking slightly beneath
me. "So
good..."

"I'm glad," I said quietly, and scooted back slightly so I
could
lean
over his cock. "Because I think you'll really like this:"

And I took his hot, rock-hard penis in my mouth all at once,
tasting
the sweet and slightly metallic flavor of it, smoothing
saliva and
pre-cum down the length as I went.

The sound he made is impossible for me to describe. I
imagine
it's
similar to the sound a young tiger might make as it sees the
possibility of making its first kill, or the cry an eagle
might
produce as it first feels the wind under its wings.
Exulting,
surprised, vulnerable, and joyful all at once. I held him
in my
mouth, moving only my tongue, for a moment, while his limbs
stopped
spasming and his hands, trembling, reached to twine in my
hair.

Then, slowly, I started to piston up and down, moving my
tongue in
small circles on the upstrokes to catch that sensitive spot
on the
underside of the head. "Lila," he whispered in an almost
frightened
tone, "Lila, oh god, I've never...oh god...feels so good..."

My heart raced along with his; I couldn't believe what I was
doing to
my adorable little cousin, or how much he was loving it. I
continued
the motion, knowing if I stopped we might never begin
again.
He
seemed to be producing precum in buckets; it tasted salty
against the
back of my tongue. His legs were beginning to spasm again
under me,
and his hands gripped my head hard, as his moans went on and
on.
"Lila...ohhhhhhh...nnnnnnn..."

I sensed that he was close--I think the first time never
takes
long,
they're so caught up in the moment. I steeled myself and,
for
one
final exclamation point on the evening, thrust a hand under
his
cock
and enveloped his soft balls in my hand, squeezing just
slightly
enough to make my presence known, while I bobbed up and
down on his
burning cock. That was enough for Steve. "Nnnnnnn...yes...I'm...aaaaaaaaaaahhh...", and a volley of
cum
hit my
palate with the velocity of a gunshot, startling me with its
force,
then another, and another, and another, and another, and
another...they say men are at their sexual peak at 18 years
old!
I
believe it, now. By the time he had quieted down and
stopped
bucking
his hips, my mouth was completely filled with his cum--and
there
was
more left to lick up, dripping down his penis into the soft
curls of
his pubic hair.

As his breathing began to subside, I lifted my head, looked
into
his
eyes, and swallowed everything in my mouth. He caressed my
hair
tenderly, a look of amazement playing over his face. I went
back to
lick up what was left, and he sighed happily.

When I'd licked him clean, I crept up to lie with my face
close to
his. "What do you think, li'l guy?" I whispered in his
ear. "Did
you
like it?"

"Did I like it?" he repeated in amazement. "Lila, it
was...you
didn't
have to do that. It was...it was incredible. It was
exquisite.
Thank you..."

"I know I didn't have to do it," I said, playing with a lock
of his
hair and snuggling my body against his. "I wanted to. I
wanted
to
give you pleasure. I know you must be frustrated at school,
with
all
those clueless college girls who don't know enough to be
attracted to
you."

"I am," he said, sounding not very frustrated at all, at the
moment.
"You know, you didn't really help, either, showing me what
I'm
missing." His voice sounded teasing, mock-irritated.


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