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From: Emi Tsuruta <emitsuruta5@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Visiting with my cousin Namie {Emi Tsuruta} (F+M+, exhib, voy, no sex)
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Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2005 10:10:02 -0500
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Visiting with my cousin Namie
By Emi Tsuruta

Over the Christmas holidays, I went home to Japan. 
One of the people I wanted to see was my cousin Namie.
 I hadn't seen her since the wedding, and I wanted to
know how her life as a newlywed was going.  I'd only
met her new husband, Ryoichi, the day of the wedding,
and even Namie had only dated him a few times before
they got married.  They'd met through a matchmaker.  I
know that sounds kind of old-fashioned, but even now,
there's a lot of weddings like that in Japan
especially in the countryside.

We arranged to meet at my Aunt Sachi's house near
Enoshima.  Namie had some old clothes that she wanted
me to try.  Namie is a few years older than Norika and
I, so we've gotten her hand-me-downs ever since we
were young.  Her taste is a bit more conservative than
what I've been wearing lately, but I still wanted to
take a look, and see what she had.  She works in a
jewelry shop, so she has a lot of dressy outfits, and
some of them are pretty nice.

When I got there, Namie came bouncing to the door all
excited to see me.  I gave her a big hug.  It was
great to see her again, and she obviously had a lot to
tell about her new house and her life with Ryoichi. 
It was her day off, so she was dressed kind of
casually in jeans, a heavy plaid shirt, and she had
her hair up in a kerchief.  I teased her that she
looked like a housewife, but actually she looked
really good - healthy, young, alive.  She's always
been good-looking.  The first time I showed her
picture to Ryosuke, he said "wow!"  That's why it was
so funny to see her dressed like this.  It was like
she'd become a whole different person.

Aunt Sachi was off in the kitchen making some tea. 
She had her sewing machine out on the dining room
table in case we had to make any alterations to
Namie's clothes so they'd fit me.  Sachi brought the
tea out into the living room, and we sat down on their
couch, and caught up on what all had been happening. 
Namie's new house sounded nice, and they were talking
about getting a second car for her.  Namie has always
been a saver.  I felt a bit envious.  I wish Ryosuke
and I could afford a car.

Aunt Sachi mentioned the clothes, and so Namie ran
upstairs to get them.  She had all kinds of stuff -
dresses, jeans, t-shirts, a pair of bloomers (the gym
shorts girls wear in high school) and a swimsuit.  I
went through them while we talked.

"So how's married life?" I asked Namie.  Aunt Sachi
tittered.  "What?" I asked.

"Oh, she thinks I should hurry up, and have kids. 
It's just that Ryoichi and I are both so busy.  He's
been working Saturdays a lot, and Sundays he just
wants to sleep."

"Oh, that sounds like no fun.  Do you mean you two
never...?"

"I told you.  We're busy.  I don't know.  Sometimes, I
think he'd rather hang out with his co-workers or his
other friends than me."

"Yeah, my mom was saying at the wedding how all his
friends seemed to be guys.  But I think maybe he's
just shy.  He doesn't know what to do.  Maybe you have
to take the lead a bit, you know."

"Take the lead?" Namie said clearly interested.  "What
do you mean?"

I looked over at Sachi.  I knew that she and my mom
talked, so I didn't want to give away too much about
my relationship with my boyfriend Ryosuke.  Sachi was
pretty cool, but my mom would absolutely freak even
she heard even a bit.  Mom thinks I'm still a virgin.

"I don't know.  Make him a candlelit dinner.  Get
dressed up in a frilly pink apron.  You know what guys
like."

Namie gave me this blank look.  Apparently, she didn't
know what guys liked.

"Aunt Sachi, don't you have some advice?" I turned to
her, trying to get the pressure off me to supply
answers.  I pulled off my sweater, picked up one of
Namie's dresses, and then pulled it on over my head.  

"I don't know.  Things have changed a lot since my
day.  I never used to run around half naked in front
of my cousins."

I shot her a look.  She's never going to let me forget
that day.  (I told you about it in "A bit more about
Norika and then me!").  My friend Michiyo and I had
gotten caught in a downpour, so we came here to
Sachi's house.  Sachi lent me one of Namie's t-shirts
to wear when I got out of the shower, but she didn't
give me any bottoms.  There were a whole bunch of
people here, and they all ended up seeing my bare bum:
my uncle, my cousin, her husband, Namie's brother
Hideki and one of his friends.  I was so embarrassed,
but I swear it was as much Aunt Sachi's fault as mine.
 Sachi loves racy humor, and she loves teasing me.  I
don't like being teased, but I did know this was one
of the few places I could do stuff like that, and get
away with it.  My parents are much more uptight than
Sachi and my uncle.  I decided I could trust Sachi,
and talk a bit more.

"You have to tease guys, get their imagination
working, get them wanting you," I mused trying to
sound detached, as if what I was saying was common
sense.  I pulled the first dress off over my head, and
picked out another.

"So where'd you learn all this?" Sachi asked coyly,
seemingly determined to tease me some more.

"I studied it in school.  I took a course: human
sexual response."  I was joking of course.  They both
broke out into hysterics.  "Didn't you see 'Kinsey'?"
I asked.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing.  It's just a movie I saw.  Anyway, our
professor said one important part about sex is about
looking and being seen."

"Your professor told you this?" Sachi guffawed. 
"Things have changed."

I'd gone through all the dresses, and now I picked up
a pair of jeans.  I felt a bit strange stripping out
of my jeans with Sachi and Namie looking on, but they
kind of politely looked away, and kept talking.  All
this talk about sex and being seen had gotten me a bit
worked up.  I looked out the big picture window they
have at the back of their living room, but all I could
see was the snowdrifts in their back garden.  I
struggled out of my own jeans, and then pulled Namie's
on.  The first pair was a bit tight.  I guess my hips
have gotten a bit wider lately.

"Looking and being seen?" Namie said, puzzled.  "I'm
not sure if I understand."

"Well, I'm trying to say play is kind of important. 
Flirtation.  Teasing."  I looked down at Namie's
swimsuit.  It looked like it might fit, but I'd have
to try it on to be sure.  I hesitated, wondering if I
should just strip naked in front of them.  That would
be kind of weird standing right here in middle of
their living room, but we were all girls after all. 
There was really nothing to ashamed of.  Sachi had
seen me naked that day.  "Do you mind if I try this
on?" I asked pointing at the swimsuit.  Namie nodded.

"No, no, go ahead."

I peeked out the back window again, and then undid the
zipper on my jeans.  I pulled them off, and then
peeled off my blouse too.  I felt a bit
self-conscious, but Sachi had gone off to the kitchen
to get us some more tea, and Namie was staring blankly
out the window thinking over what I had said.  I
hurriedly took off my socks and then my bra and
panties.  I was naked!  My heart was pounding away in
my chest.  What am I getting all excited about?  Here
I am giving Namie all this advice about her love life,
and I can't even get undressed in front of them
without feeling embarrassed.  Some sex counselor I'd
make.

I reached down to pick up the swimsuit, and suddenly,
my cell phone rang.  The sudden ring scared the living
daylights out of me.  It was so loud I almost jumped
out of my skin.  Sachi came out of the kitchen to see
what had happened.  I giggled nervously when I
realized what it was, and then bowed an apology to
them as I dug my cell phone out of my bag.  I felt
even more self-conscious now having to answer the
phone in the nude, but it might be an important call. 
It turned out to be Ryosuke calling from the States.

"Emi!  I finally got you.  I phoned your house, but no
one was answering."

"I guess my mom's gone out," I answered in English. 
Aunt Sachi broke out laughing.  They've lived abroad
for a little while, but I don't think they speak
English that much.  Sachi thought it was tremendously
funny that I could, and she started imitating my
English.  I told her to shush, but she wouldn't settle
down, so I went out into the hall.  Once Aunt Sachi
starts laughing, there is no stopping her.

"What do you want?  I'm kind of in the middle of
something here," I told Ryosuke nervously smoothing
out my pubic hair and peering down the hall.  It was
kind of cool in the hallway, and my nipples were
starting to firm up.  Aunt Sachi was laughing away,
and rattling dishes in the living room, so I moved a
bit further down the hall toward the front door where
it was a bit quieter.

"Is that any way to talk?" Ryosuke complained.  "I was
just worried about you.  I wanted to know how you're
getting on over there."

"I'm over at Aunt Sachi's right now.  Namie's here,
and I was just trying on some of her old clothes."  I
didn't mention that I was naked.  No use getting him
excited when I'm so far away.  I just wanted to hurry
up, get off the phone, and go try the swimsuit on.

"Namie?  That's the bride from the wedding, right? 
The foxy one?"

"Yeah."  I looked back down the hall towards where
Namie was, amused that Ryosuke thought she was "foxy."

"Tell her I say hi.  Oh, there's something I'm
supposed to ask you.  I got an email from my friend
Nobumasa.  Remember.  You met him, and he has a favor
to ask."

The long distance connection wasn't very clear, and I
was having trouble catching what Ryosuke was saying. 
I was concentrating so hard on the phone call I didn't
quite twig at first when someone started rattling
their keys at the front door.  Suddenly, it opened,
and there was Hideki standing there in the snow,
staring at me with his mouth wide open.

"Shut the door, for heaven's sakes!  It's freezing in
here!" I yelled at him.  Aunt Sachi came out into the
hall, and hissed at me,

"Emi!  Your clothes!"

I finally realized I was standing there naked with
Hideki right there.  I made a face, and ran back to
the living, my head all in a fluster.

"Ryosuke, can I call you back?"

"No, I'll phone you... tonight OK?"

"OK."  I hung up the phone, and looked over to see
Hideki had followed me into the living room, and was
staring at me again.

"I was just changing.  Here turn around.  Don't look."

Hideki stood there for the longest time dumbfounded to
see me naked, until Sachi finally made him turn
around.

"Oh, Hideki, don't stare.  It's not polite," she
scolded, and then looked at me, and smirked.  Hideki
took off his jacket, and went into the kitchen to get
something to drink, while I picked up Namie's
swimsuit, and pulled it on.  I was so flustered about
being seen naked I got it all tangled up around my
legs.  I stood there looking foolish the swimsuit
wrapped around my thighs with Sachi and Namie looking
on.  I finally managed to get it untangled and pulled
it up, relieved to be wearing something.  It was a bit
baggy around the waist - I have a pretty thin waist, I
guess - but Sachi offered to take it in.  She came
over, and measured me waist.

At first, I thought Hideki had gone upstairs, so I
took the swimsuit back off, and gave it to her,
standing there naked again wondering what to try on
next.  Then, suddenly, Hideki came out into the dining
room, and stared at me some more.  I covered my pubic
hair and breasts with my hands, and yelled at him,

"Can't you see I'm changing?  Can't you go up to your
room or something?"

He mugged at me, but finally grabbed his coat, and
headed for the front door.

"OK, OK, I'm going already.  Sheesh!"

The door slammed shut, and we all gave out a big sigh
of relief.

"I'm sorry about that, Emi," Sachi apologized.  "He
used to be such a good boy."

"I think he has a crush on you, Emi.  You've teased
him enough times."

"Hideki's the one who teases me.  Did you know he used
to put toads in my hair?"

"I think he had a crush on you even then."

I was getting a bit cold standing there naked, so I
picked up one of Namie's t-shirts, and pulled it on. 
I was so worked up, frazzled at having let Hideki see
me, that I didn't even put any bottoms on.  I felt a
bit naughty standing there with nothing covering my
pussy and bum, but it reminded me of that other time I
was telling you about.  Neither Sachi nor Namie seemed
terribly worried about my indecent outfit.  Namie
seemed to want to hear more about how she could get
Ryoichi to desire her, and Sachi seemed curious about
this too.

"Oh, don't be silly."  I walked over to the kitchen,
laughing to myself.  I was really enjoying the feeling
of the air between my legs tickling my most sensitive
places.  I re-filled my teacup, and then came back
into the dining room where Sachi had started re-sewing
the swimsuit.

"I still think it's amazing that you can do things
like that, I mean stand there naked with Hideki
staring right at you.  I don't think I could do that
even in front of Ryoichi."

"Oh, that's silly.  He's your husband."

"Yeah, but I haven't known him that long.  We just
dated a few times, and then suddenly, we were married.
 It takes me a while before I can feel really
comfortable with someone."

"Do you feel comfortable with us?" I asked curious.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Hey, I've got an idea.  Why don't you pretend like
I'm Ryoichi?  Show me how you'd seduce him."

Namie looked down at the floor, a bit self-conscious. 
Sachi interjected,

"I'm not listening.  Just pretend like I'm not here."

I smiled at her, thankful for her help.  I knew she
wanted to see Ryoichi and Namie work out their
awkwardness as much as I did.

"What would you do first?"

"I don't know.  Say 'Hi honey, how was your day?'"

"Oh, that won't do at all.  Try to be sexier.  Thinks
what guys like."

"I don't know.  I'm not very good at this kind of
thing.  What would you do?"

"Well, first these clothes have got to go.  They make
you look too dowdy."

She looked down fingering the buttons on her thick
plaid shirt.  I just sat there expectantly looking at
her.

"What?  You want me to get undressed?  Here?"

"Yeah.  Why not?  You've got to learn to be
comfortable with your body, to enjoy being nude."  I
glanced over at Sachi, wondering if I'd given myself
away, but she was busily working away on the swimsuit.
 I sure hope she doesn't tell my mom about this.

Namie undid a button or two, but then stopped and
laughed.

"This is so embarrassing."

"No, you're doing fine.  Keep going."

Namie looked down at the floor, mulling it over.  She
was obviously very self-conscious about her body. 
She'd been that way for a long time.  Sachi on the
other hand was much more open-minded.  Sachi loved to
talk about this kind of stuff.  I went over to Namie,
and pulled her hair away from her face.  Namie was
quivering a bit under my gaze.

"Relax.  There's nothing to be afraid of.  Believe in
yourself.  Tell yourself 'I have a beautiful body. 
I'm sexy.  I'm a mature sensuous woman.'"

Namie pulled back, looking at me a bit defensively.  I
didn't understand what she was so sensitive about
though.  Everyone gets naked.  It's such a simple
thing.

"Oh, c'mon Namie.  It's just us.  Look how I'm
dressed."  I stood up, and put my hands on my hips,
letting her see my pussy peeking out from under my
t-shirt.

"I really thought you were so brave a moment ago when
Hideki was here.  I could never get up the nerve to do
anything like that."

"Sure you can.  You don't have to be so shy.  You have
a beautiful body.  You should be proud of it."  I
looked over at Sachi again.  She gave me a strange
look, a little bit like she was worried about what
strange habits I'd picked up living in the U.S., but
then she nodded for me to go ahead.  I've always felt
that Sachi understands me, understands our generation
much better than my parents.  She seems much younger
than my mom.

"I guess we'd better not tell your mom about this,"
Sachi agreed.  I smiled, so glad she understood.  I
reached down, and took a hold of the front of Namie's
jeans trying to get her button undone.  She giggled,
and pulled away again.

"This is kind of weird, don't you think?"

"Namie, you've got to be comfortable with your body,
feel confident that you can show it to people, and
they won't laugh."

"I guess that's like the whole problem."

"You've got a great body, and I'm sure Ryoichi knows
that.  Didn't you see how all those guys were looking
at you at the wedding?"

"I guess, but that was different.  I was made up
really special that day."

"No, you always look beautiful... even today in those
clothes.  I thought so when I came in."

She giggled again, but then lowered her head looking
at me through her bangs.  It was a naughty sensual
look, the look of a temptress.

"There.  That's the spirit."

Namie glanced out the back window, and then started
undoing her jeans.  I smiled at her, but something out
the window caught my eye.  I cautiously leaned
forward, and caught a glimpse of someone's head
peeking up over the windowsill.  I looked back at
Sachi and Namie, but they were too involved in what
they were doing to notice.  I craned my head, and
peeked out again, and this time three heads ducked. 
It was Hideki for sure and probably a couple of his
neighborhood friends, come to peep in on me changing. 
Oh, the nerve!  I can't believe it.  What do they
think they're doing?

Namie had got her jeans off, and was now standing
there looking down self-consciously at her bare legs.

"Now what?"

My head was all in a tizzy.  Here I'd gone to all this
trouble of telling Namie she had to be braver, but
suddenly we had an audience, and a large one at that. 
Should I go outside, and shoo them away?  Or should I
just tell Namie?  She'd back out for sure then.  The
nerve of Hideki really, bringing his friends over to
spy on me.  Can you imagine?  I was fuming.

Not sure what to do, I pulled Namie up to her feet, so
she was blocking their view of me from the window.  I
wonder if they can tell I'm naked from the waist down.
 Sachi was sitting with her back to the window anyway.
 I saw Hideki and his friends' heads pop up again, and
then shoot back down.  I wasn't sure what to do, but
Namie was looking at me expectantly, unaware of the
boys outside, wondering what I was going to say next.

Slowly, I reached up, and undid the top button on
Namie's shirt.  I'd kind of wanted to get Namie used
to being seen, but I hadn't expected to have such a
large audience.  I weighed things over in my mind, and
finally decided to just pretend I hadn't seen them,
and hope they'd go away, and leave us alone.

Under Namie's shirt, she had on a shiny camisole,
quite sexy I thought.

"Where'd you get this?"

"I bought it in Ginza with one of my friends.  It's
quite warm."

"You don't want warm.  You want sexy," I admonished
her, joking.  I pulled the camisole up over her head,
and she shivered again.  Namie's underwear was white
and lacy, but a bit big for my liking.  Lately, I've
been wearing bikini style panties and bras mostly
instead of the full-figured ones.

"Do you want to go out shopping some day soon?"

She laughed.

"Is my underwear that bad?"

"They're fine for outside, but I think we could get
you some more alluring lingerie for the nights when
you're home alone with hubby."

Namie giggled again.  There was no sign of our peanut
gallery out the window.  Maybe they'd given up.  That
would be a relief.  I went around behind Namie to undo
her bra, but suddenly, I could feel them watching,
their eyes on my bare bum.  Maybe I should put
something on.  I hadn't really intended to give Hideki
and his friends such a show.  I reached around, and
felt my bum, and sure enough the hem of my t-shirt was
way up around my waist.  What am I doing just standing
here letting them look at me?  Have I gone crazy?

I glanced back at the window, and one of them had
climbed up, and was hanging off the back porch.  I
quickly moved between him and Namie, feeling more and
more excited.  What am I getting all excited about? 
It's not like I like Hideki or anything.  He's my
cousin, for heaven's sake.

I got Namie to turn, so I could see her breasts.  They
were smaller than mine, but had a nice feminine shape.
 I gave them each a gentle squeeze, and she blushed.

"Small, aren't they?" she whispered, embarrassed.

"No, they're just the right size."  I tickled her
nipples the way I liked to have mine teased.  She
squealed, and her cheeks turned an even deeper shade
of red.  She gave me that smoldering sensual look
again.  Her nipples were quite erect, so I could tell
she must be getting excited.  I moved to pull down her
panties, but she held onto them, reluctant to give up
her last cover.  She finally let go, and I pulled them
down.  She held her hands modestly in front of her
bush.

"How do you feel?"

"Cold.  Can I get back dressed now?" she quipped.

"No.  Let's give your hubby a call.  He's at work, is
he?"

Sachi, who'd been silent all this time, finally
couldn't control her laughter.

"My dear Emi, you really are a naughty little girl,"
she burbled, laughing hysterically.

"What?  I'm just trying to help," I protested,
claiming innocence.

Sachi obviously thought this whole business was a bit
irregular, but she seemed fascinated too at what I'd
come up with.  I'd just been talking with Ryosuke in
the nude, so it seemed only natural to give Namie's
hubby a call.  Namie went to sit down in the big
armchair, but I stopped her.

"Oh, don't sit there.  Sit over by the window," I
blurted out, only half realizing what I was saying. 
If the boys were still outside, they'd be able to see
her.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  Namie,
however, had this silly mischievous grin on her face. 
Maybe she was beginning to enjoy this after all.  She
jumped up onto the seat of the couch, playfully
flashing her body at the whole outside world through
the window.  I almost had a heart attack.  Surely
she'd notice her brother and the other peeping toms
out in the yard.

"Oh, careful, Namie," Sachi objected.  "Someone might
be watching."

'Too late,' I thought.  Namie stood there blinking
seemingly dazzled by the bright sunlight reflecting
off the snow.  She finally turned, and sat her cute
little bare bum down on the window sill, vaguely
peering back out the window to see if anyone was
watching.  I took a peek out the back dining room
window, but I couldn't see Hideki or his friends. 
Assuming they were out there, they must be so
surprised to see Namie sitting there in the middle of
the window naked.  I felt embarrassed for her but what
could I do now?  I'd just have to ride it out, wait
for her to get back down.

Namie steeled her nerve, then picked up the phone, and
dialed Ryoichi's work number.  She spoke so softly I
couldn't hear what she was saying, and she kept
peering nervously back out the window.  Had she
perhaps spotted Hideki or his friends?  If she had,
she didn't give any sign.  When she got off the phone,
she got down off the couch, and walked straight over
to her clothes.

"Did you make a date?" I asked.

"He said he'll try to come home early tonight."

"Oh, that's great," I said, running over, and giving
her a big hug.  In my excitement, I accidentally slid
one of my thighs between her legs and bumped against
her pussy.  To my amazement, she was wet!  The little
devil was enjoying all this.  She pulled me so close
to her obviously overcome with joy.  I was starting to
feel a little excited myself with her naked body
pressing against mine.  We finally broke off, and then
she ran over, and hugged her mom.  I was so glad to
see her this happy.  It was worth it even if we had
gotten spied upon by Hideki and his bad boy friends.

Namie came back to get dressed, and then Sachi held up
the swimsuit triumphantly.

"That should do it."

I went over to look at the swimsuit, and Namie grabbed
her shirt, and pulled it on.  I took the swimsuit from
Sachi, and then looked out the back window trying to
tell where our fan club had got to.

"Is there someone out there?" Sachi asked finally
realizing what I'd been doing.  She got up, and went
to the window.  Namie had pulled back on her panties
and jeans by then, and went, and stood beside her mom
looking out.  Hideki and them must have cleared out
pretty fast because they all seemed to be gone now.  I
felt relieved in a way.  I still felt all nervous for
having let them see Namie and me like that.

I tried on the swimsuit, and it was a much better fit.
 I ended up keeping it, and packed up as much of her
other clothes as would fit in my backpack.  By then,
it was getting pretty late, so Namie had to get home
to make supper for Ryoichi.  I thanked her for all the
clothes, and wished her luck.  She still seemed a bit
worried, but happier than she had been.  I guess my
little show and tell session had done her some good.

I stayed talking with Sachi for a while, and then
Hideki came back.  He was trying to act like nothing
had happened.  I apologized to him for my angry
outburst earlier, and he apologized too.  I think he
was feeling bad about what he and his friends had
done, spying on us like that.  I suspected he knew I
knew he was watching, but there was nothing that
either of us could say without giving ourselves away. 
How could I explain my walking around bottomless like
that and flashing them?  It was better to just keep
quiet.

I waited for my uncle to come back, and I had supper
with them.  Hideki was quiet all through supper.  I
began to wonder how he felt having his friends see his
sister in the nude.  They must have wondered what on
earth we were doing.

Anyway, that's all for now.  I'll try to write again
soon.

Emi Tsuruta
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