• the Charlene aunt ends saves (5/6)

    From a425couple@21:1/5 to All on Fri Mar 27 11:39:30 2020
    [continued from previous message]

    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.

    To read the rest of this story go to http://members.tripod.com/~canyouseeme/index.htm



    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

    -+-+-+-+-+-+-
    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.
    -+-+-+-+-+-+-

    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.


    [continued in next message]

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: fsxNet Usenet Gateway (21:1/5)