Cousin Crystal’s Visit

by Cinque Manson

It was mid-August, and Linda had to accompany her parents on their annual pilgrimage back East to visit her grandparents. They had hired someone to work at the Ace Motel in their absence, some creepy old guy who scowled at me when I came over to say goodbye. Mrs. Acker and Scott had flown up with the Randall’s to San Francisco for a holiday as well, leaving me alone in the suburbs with an insatiable appetite for sex and no outlet. Where do fourteen-year old boys turn for sex? I got to know my hand really really well, and a feeling of chagrin settled over me like a cloud.

Mom took me down to the mall to buy me Back to School clothes. I was entering 9th grade in a couple of weeks and needed pants that covered my ankles and shirts I could button comfortably. Somehow during this summer of sex I had managed to find the physical resources to grow like a normal adolescent. We joined the throng of moms and kids at the outlet stores, and I tried, like all the other kids, to steer my mom from the dweeb ensembles she seemed to think suited me.

We were shoveling clothes from the cart onto the checkout counter when she told me my cousin Crystal was coming to stay with us. Crystal was seventeen, a hell-raiser who’d been the family cautionary tale for the last five years or so; pregnant at thirteen, a runaway at fourteen, incorrigible by order of the court at fifteen. A visit from Crystal was no ordinary familial scenario; we all usually visited Crystal on major holidays in some institution or other, not the other way around.

On the drive home Mom explained that she was considering fostering Crystal. We needed the income, and my aunt had begged my Mom to take the wayward girl in for her last year before she turned eighteen and would be emancipated. Money didn’t grow on trees, my Mom observed.

"Where is she going to stay?" We lived in a two-bedroom tiny bungalow, with barely enough room for the two of us to keep from literally bumping into each other.

"We need to rearrange your room so she can stay with you."

I protested, but to no avail. When we got home, I was assigned the task of packing half of my stuff up in boxes and shlepping them to the garage. I sadly took down the bookshelf that lined my bedroom wall. It took the rest of the day to sort out which of my beloved books I would consign to cardboard cartons and which select few I could stash in the small bookcase in the headboard of my bed. Just as I was finishing, a truck pulled up to deliver the new bed my cousin Crystal would use. Two burly men shuffled it into our house.

Crystal arrived the next morning by Greyhound. Mom picked her up early and deposited her at the house just as I was getting out of bed, then drove off to her job. I staggered drowsily into the living room on my way to the kitchen, and there she was, standing by the door, a suitcase at her feet. I stood there awkwardly dressed only in the tight Jockey shorts I’d slept in the night before.

Crystal was short, about 5’2" and a little pudgy. Her thick dulled copper colored hair hung straight to her shoulders from a center part. She rubbed her hands somewhat nervously down the sides of her floral print cotton dress, stretching it over her high round breasts. I swallowed dryly.

"Hey. How’s it goin’, Bobby"

"Hey", I grunted in reply. I helped her with her suitcase, taking it to the bedroom and tossing it on her bed. I excused myself and asked her if she needed anything, I was going to the kitchen. She asked for a damp washcloth and I thought she simply wanted to refresh herself after her all-night bus ride. I padded around the kitchen, threw an english muffin in the toaster, and slugged back some milk straight from the carton as I stood before the open refrigerator, basking in the cold air. The toaster dinged, I slathered some butter on it, plopped it onto a paper towel and headed back to my room. On the way, I stopped by the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in hot water. After wringing it out, I carried it and my breakfast into my bedroom.

Crystal was sitting on her bed next to her open suitcase, her dress and her industrial looking white bra bunched at her waist. She held a clear plastic cylinder with a flared cup to the puffy erect nipple of her left breast, and sighed as she worked a rubber bulb behind the cup with her other hand. An inch of chalky milk sat at the bottom of the cylinder.

I froze in embarrassment, but Crystal just looked up and me and smiled. Her pug nose crinkled. She reached out to me, and I handed her the washcloth.

"Thanks. I couldn’t find a goddamned good place to do this on the bus. Some old perv sat next to me in Stockton and started jerking off when I tried to do it around midnight, and the shitter stank so bad I couldn’t hang in there 3; I was about to pop!"

I went to my bed and sat down, staring at my seventeen-year-old cousin as she extracted milk from her huge puffy nipple. I studied her, in a state of shock. Crystal had beautiful clear skin with dapples of freckles across her cheekbones and ran down her shoulder to the slopes of her breasts. Her tits ballooned from her chest, firm and full, and delicate veins showed through their pale white skin, and they looked totally out of place on her teen body. Crystal’s nipples were huge, brown and rough looking, puffed out from the mounds of her breasts, and the tips curved slightly up and out. Her breasts looked slightly wall-eyed, pointing out in opposite directions. They looked wrong on her girlish body, and they were giving me a hard on.

"Why do you have to do that?" I asked hoarsely.

"Oh, I had another kid a few months ago. I mean I didn’t have to start this mess, but I like the way it makes my titties look. And so do the boys. If it weren’t for this I’d be totally flat."

I was in a spot. I sat leaning forward to cover my boner that stretched the front of my Jockey shorts. I felt around blindly for something to use to cover myself. I made small talk.

"Where’s your baby?"

"I adopted it out, just like the first one. I ain’t no momma by any stretch. I’m just a good baby-maker, I guess." She hummed to herself as she switched nipples and began to use the milk extractor on her other breast. " As soon as I’m eighteen I’ve got a job waiting for me up north in a titty bar. I plan to keep making milk until I can save up enough money for a tit job. I might get my tubes tied too. Making babies is hard work. What thehell are you doing, anyway? "

I must have looked stupid, curled up over my knees, my hands grasping for my pants, which lay just out of reach.

"What’s wrong, cuz, got a little mornin’ wood?" Crystal smirked.

I stammered and stopped when I couldn’t figure out anything to say.

"Don’t trip, I know what a stiff dick looks like. I told you boys like these." She flickered her hand over the tit she wasn’t servicing with the milk extractor.

I stretched toward my jeans, one hand over my crotch, and pulled them to me. I put them on the floor at my feet, and managed to slide them up my legs. I had to uncover my boner to get them over my butt.

"Damn, cuz! You’re pretty well hung for a kid!" She laughed as she wiped the last stray drops of her milk from her tits.

I zipped myself up and turned to straighten my bedcovers while my seventeen year old lactating cousin draped her bra back over her shoulders and covered herself with her dress.

"You like to watch me milk myself, little cuz?"

"Yes", I replied curtly. I did like to look at Crystal’s pouting nipples. They made my pecker hard and my mouth water. But she was my cousin, my blood, and I knew this was wrong on some primal level.

"Well, you can watch me anytime you like. But next time you gotta show me yours too. It’s only fair 3;" Crystal giggled.

I finished dressing and got out of the house as quickly as I could. Although my dick was telling me that lust for my cousin was a good thing, my brain rebelled and squirmed like a trapped animal in my head. I pulled my bicycle out of the garage and coasted down the street aimlessly. I finally decided on a destination, the Main library, and stood on the pedals. By the time I’d biked the five miles I was soaked with sweat, but felt cleansed of incestuous desire. But only temporarily. I tried to lose myself in the study of medieval castle design and construction, but my mind kept drifting back to my cousin and her giant nipples. I remembered the tiny streams of her milk filling the container with the suction head and bulb. I groaned involuntarily. My penis was erect again, chafing in my hot jeans. I thought about hiding in the public bathroom and jerking off, but then I thought about getting caught. I blushed at the thought of the head librarian, an amply built woman in her thirties, classically attired in a conservative gray suit dress with white ruffled blouse, complete with reading glasses hanging from her neck on a gold chain, catching me whacking my teen dick in a stall of the library lavatory. I could envision her raising her skirt to show me the stocking tops hugging her plump thighs and the chestnut pubic hair spreading around thin gusset of her panties. Jeeze, this was not helping at all.

I loitered at the library for several hours, sometimes able to hold my fourteen-year-old lust in check, sometimes not. The ride back to my house was hellish. The afternoon heat and my runaway lust innervated me. I sighed with every push down on my bike pedals. My sneakers slid on my hot sweaty feet. I finally drug myself up my driveway, threw the bike in the garage, and entered my house through the side kitchen door. I called out a hello, but it was silent.

I peeled off my sweat soaked T-shirt and kicked off my Converse All-Stars as I made my way to my room. No sign of my cousin, her bed had been made, her suitcase was stowed away somewhere. She’d hung an ugly white power poster on the wall above her bed. Shit. I peeled off the jeans that stuck to my skin, and yanked off my Jockey shorts too, glad to air out my crotch, which billowed a miasma of perspiration and boy funk when it hit the air. I needed a shower. My dick was still half-hard; nothing I could do or think could get it back to detumescence.

I grabbed a towel from the hall closet, threw it over my shoulder, and opened the bathroom door. Crystal sat on the toilet seat, squatting actually, completely nude, using one of Mom’s girly razors to shave her pussy. She looked up at me.

"Do you mind?"

"Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here."

I wanted to leave but my feet wouldn’t work.

"You need a shower, cuz, you stink."

My dick began to rise. Crystal looked at it with a wry smile.

" Hey, do you shave too?" She asked.

"Yeah 3;" I made no attempt to cover myself, and my penis rose until it pointed like a dowsing rod at the object of my desire, my cousin Crystal’s fat brown nipples.

"I thought for a second you were like a cancer boy or something. You shave everywhere?"

"Yeah, everywhere. I mean my girlfriend shaves me everywhere." I don’t know why I told her that. For one thing, it wasn’t entirely true. Two middle-aged women had shaved my bush right before the sucked and fucked me senseless at Linda’s birthday party a couple of weeks before.

"She must be one little hotty. She your age?"

"Yeah."

"You should get her to take care of that for you," she pointed the disposable razor at my pecker.

"She’s gone on vacation with her folks 3;"

She turned her attention back to her mons. She finished shaving herself in a couple of deft strokes.

"Hand me the baby oil, cuz."

I reached behind me and grabbed the plastic bottle. I handed to Crystal, who squirted a liberal amount of the clear oil straight on her cleft.

"Quit staring at me. You ain’t seen a pussy before? You gonna to take a shower or not?"

Dejected and horny, I slid the glass door back and leaned down turn the shower on. I got under the soothing spray and soaped my funky body. My cock was bobbing and weaving. I grabbed it with my slippery hand and jacked off furtively. Crystal was still on the toilet, grooming herself. Damn, it felt good to finally get off. I stood with my back against the cool tiles of the shower and stroked myself. Then the shower door slid open, and Crystal stepped in.

"I need to rinse off. Shit, cuz, aim that thing somewhere’s else."

My cousin snatched the soap off the ledge and rubbed it under her armpits. I couldn’t take it anymore, and reached for her. I wanted to rut against her like a chihuahua on his mistress’ leg. I was beside myself.

"Whoa, dude." Crystal pushed me hard and I slammed into the tile wall."I ain’t your fuck toy. You want to play, then you gotta be nice."

She took my hands and soaped them up, and let me play them over her titties, never letting go of my wrists. Her nipples felt like heaven, nearly three inches across, hard and supple.

"Mmm, that’s nice."

‘Ah, Crystal, I’m in love with your breasts," I confessed.

"Sure you are, cuz." she snorted, "Now let me rinse off."

She turned to face the spray, and leaned back to press her plump butt cheeks against my boner. She wiggled her slippery ass against me, and I began to fuck against her. My dick rubbed in the crack of her round ass, and I gritted my teeth. I was going to cum right there, and soon, and send a string of my boy cum up the line of her back. Then we heard a car door open and close outside the bathroom window.

"Shit, I think that’s your momma!"

Crystal jumped out of the shower and out of the bathroom in a flash. I heard her slam the bedroom door as I stood there with my forlorn erection. My Mom announced that she was home, "I’m home!" My dick sank down in deep depression.

I was out of sorts the rest of the day. Our house was too small to afford privacy, and I had no where else to go to get relief. Mom made Crystal help her prepare dinner, and though I wanted to hide in my room and bring myself off, they kept walking in without knocking, chatting away about clothes and other nonsense.

We ate dinner at our tiny kitchen table. Mom and Crystal seemed to be in good moods, I, on the other hand, was sullen and silent. My cousin began playing footsie under the table, a dangerous game at our cramped table. Although her foot felt fantastic in my lap, I frowned at her to try and get her to cease. Finally my Mom asked me what the matter was.

"He’s just moping cuz his girlfriend is outta town." Crystal teased.

"I don’t know what’s worse, raising a boy or a girl", my Mom asked rhetorically.

Crystal stopped tormenting my crotch with her foot and concentrated on shoveling macaroni and cheese into her cute little mouth.

After dinner I helped wash the dishes, and then Crystal and I retired to the front room to watch TV. Mom told us she was beat, the heat and work had completely worn her out, she was going to bed. We wished her goodnight and turned back to the TV.

We sat for a couple of hours watching the boob tube, me secretly ogling her as she sat in our easy chair while I curled up on the couch. Crystal got up finally and announced that she was going to change for bed. I sat silent and sour, in a funk.

A few minutes passed by and Crystal returned to the living room. She walked to the window and pulled the shades shut. She wore a short sheer black nighty, with pink thong panties and no bra. I looked at her with wide eyes. She slinked to the couch and sat down next to me.

"It’s almost time for me to milk again 3; You wanna watch, cuz?"

I sat up straight.

"I sure do."

She got up and walked to our room. I followed, watching her dimpled ass sachet. She went in and sat on my bed, looking up at me.

"Close the door and take off your clothes, cuz."

I shut the door, threw the latch and shucked off my clothes. I’d maintained half a hardon most of the day, and my dick was sort of angry looking, reddened and puffy.

"Where’s your thingamabob?" I did an impression of Crystal expressing milk into the plastic cylinder like I’d watched her do that morning.

"I’ve got a better idea, cuz." She purred, her short legs crossed, her young firm tits filled with milk jutting out at me behind the sheer black nylon nighty. " How’s you like to help me?"

"Damn, I sure would!"

"Get down here, then." She said. She patted my bedspread and I sat next to her. "Just lean into my arms, like a baby."

I positioned myself so that I lay back with my head in Crystal’s lap and my feet were up on my bed. She took my head on her arm, cradling it, and loosened the ribbon holding her nighty closed. She held her right breast and raised my head to it.

"Open your mouth, cuz", she whispered.

She gave her ripe titty a slight squeeze and a thin line of breast milk shot into my open mouth. It was sweet and rich. I raised slightly and took her huge nipple in my mouth. It was warm, almost hot, and kind of leathery. I made a sucking motion with my mouth and was rewarded with another stream of Crystal milk.

"Ah, yeah, that’s it, cuz, just like a little baby." I drank in earnest, and divided the thin persistent stream of milk with my tongue. My cock throbbed and beat against my belly. Even though I was completely aroused, I felt a flow of contentment spread from my lips to my brain and down throughout my body.

"Mmmm, you do that nice, cuz. I can feel it all the way up my coochie." She pulled her divine tit out of my mouth and twisted around so I could work on the other one.

"This is so much nicer than that fucking milker. You know, I got a couple of seriously old dudes up north who pay me 50 bucks to let ‘em do what you’re doing. They say it keeps them young. They don’t want to fuck or suck or anything, just nurse. What a trip."

My cheeks were hollow, sucking the milk from Crystal’s teenage titties. I bit at her puffy nips lightly with my front teeth, and I felt her wriggling under me with pleasure. She let her right hand drift down to dandle my nutsack. I tried to buck against her so she’d grab my dick and whack me off, but she ignored my body language. She tugged my balls away from my body and my dick stood straight in the air.

"I like you doin’ it a lot better than those old men, cuz. I like your pecker sticking straight up like that. Ah!"

Her milk had run down to its last drops, but I continued to work on her immaculate titties. I opened my mouth as big as I could and took her whole massive nipple inside. I washed it with mouth, and moved the plane of my tongue rapidly over the obscene erect bump of her nipple tip.
Crystal hips were bumping against the back of my head in time to my licks. She palpated my testes in rhythm to my tongue, and gave them a hard, prolonged squeeze that told me she was cumming. She pushed my head in tight to her tit as she snorted and breathed through tightly shut teeth. Slowly my teen-aged cousin relaxed her grips.

"Get up off me a minute", she whispered. I sat up using my buff stomach muscles. Crystal got off the bed and slipped off her panties. She motioned for me to get under the covers. Then she slithered under them with me, laying full length on top of me. She kissed me and forced open my lips with her insistent tongue.

"I ain’t been fucked since the baby, cuz. Now you got me all worked up."

"No, Crystal, this is wrong 3;" I’d wanted her to jack me off or something. Fucking my cousin while my Mom snoozed up the hall seemed way too risky and wrong.

"Wrong? Are you an idiot child? You been waving your peter at me all day and sucking my titties half the night. Now you’re gonna fuck me." She said quietly and in a matter of fact voice. She slid down me and my dick bumped against her sex, I clenched my ass and my peter rose slightly, and this angle worked as my cousin buried me in her pussy in one strong push.

She pushed herself upright with her arms, straddling me. Her eyes were closed, her nighty open, her tits thrust out. I reached up and took her magnificent nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Crystal ground her shave pussy against my shaved groin. She rocked back and forth with my fourteen-year-old dick trapped in her hot sex tunnel. I felt her juices rolling down my nutsack. She shuddered as she came in stronger and stronger waves.

Crystal pushed into my ribs with her knees and started to bounce on me. I felt the cool night air hit the column of my penis when it left the oven of her pussy. She increased her tempo, grunting quietly as she fucked on me with short economical thrusts. She was a silky fuck, I guess birthing a baby had stretched her inside, but I was meeting every one of her thrusts with one of my own. I stared up at my incredibly sexy cousin as her back arched and she leaned back, catching her weight by holding onto my knees. By fucking back and forth she got my cock rubbing a spot on the front walls of her pussy and this drove us both into an intense spasming rut. I felt my semen churning in my balls, and then a cum rise from some place deep in my ass, and I shot.

We were both trying to make no noise at all, aware that my Mom was asleep down the hall. I turned my head and bit into my pillow as I came, Crystal put one hand over her mouth and appeared to be weeping. My sperm sluiced out of my peehole and Crystal orgasming sex massaged more out of me as I lay back and pumped with my hips. My cousin forced herself down, squelching my movements, and impaling herself on me as deeply as she could. At last I was spent, and I could feel our combined liquids churning inside my cousin and swirling around my now tender cock head.

Crystal lay down on top of me, her head next to mine, my semi hard peter still inside her smooth shaved box.

"Damn cuz, you’ve got a mean little baby-maker yourself," she said. She wiped a hand between her legs and then popped it over the top of the bedclothes to show me her slimy fingers. "You filled me right up. I think I’m gonna like stayin’ here after all."

The End
Cousin Crystal’s Visit

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