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   Part 3...
   This is a work of fiction.  It's dirty.  If you shouldn't be reading
this type of story, or you already know you'll be offended...or if you even
THINK you MIGHT be offended, sign off and go watch the new shows on TV.
   Cousin's Delight Part 3 by Eric Shon
   The following morning I was woken up by Aunt Linda's voice: "Hey, you
sleepy-heads!  Time for breakfast!" By the time Bethy, Tyler and I got to
the table it was already after 11:00, and by the tousled look of everyone
there, no one had gone to church this morning, having preferred to sleep
in. The spirited activity of the previous day at Lake Wetauga had taken its
toll on everyone...lopsided hair, little crusties in everyone's eyes, and
in everyone's face a general look of relaxation from a good night's sleep.
   During breakfast, and throughout the day, I kept stealing glances at
Carol to see if she would acknowledge our own little activity in the back
of Uncle Don's van the night before, but I never managed to make
significant eye contact with her.  However, after a few minutes at the
table I found something to distract me from Carol's eyes.
   Uncle Don and Aunt Linda, like my parents, kept a pretty informal family
atmosphere.  I had been to friends' homes where it seemed like their
parents never had any fun, nor did they allow their kids to have any.  Meal
times were somber occasions and, for me, very uncomfortable whenever I was
at their homes.  But not here.  Aunt Linda was an excellent cook (and so
was Uncle Don, for that matter, as I later learned), and she didn't seem as
concerned with manners as she did her family enjoying themselves as they
ate.  So breakfast was an informal affair, what with everybody still in
their pajamas or their sleepwear.  Bethy and Tyler were in the clothes they
arrived in last night, I was still in my cum-stained trunks (I was hoping
no one would notice...), and Tina and Carol were in knee-length night
shirts.  Uncle Don wore a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, and Aunt
Linda wore silk pajama tops with cut-off sweat pants.
   It was here that I discovered a little secret.  I stood to reach for a
couple of pancakes when Aunt Linda, who had just dropped a couple onto
Tyler's plate, said, "I'll get it, John."
   "Thanks," I said, and stood there holding my plate out.  Aunt Linda
leaned over, reaching for the pancakes when I noticed how loosely her
pajama top fit her.  And when she speared the cakes, I could see the swell
of her breast, and how it sort of jiggled whenever she moved.
   She plopped a stack of three cakes onto my plate and said, "That OK?"
   I hesitated for a moment, darting my eyes away from her chest, and said,
"Um...no."
   "More?  OK." And she leaned back over.  I leaned in a little, and a
little toward her, a pretense to helping make her work a little less
difficult, but actually to afford myself a better view down her top.  I got
as far as her tan-line, but she stood back up before I got any further. 
"How's that?" she asked as she plopped two more cakes on top of the others
on my plate.
   "More," I said.  I could feel my heart in my throat.  I was keenly aware
that anybody might figure out what I was trying to do.  And I toyed with
the thought of quitting because I could feel the surge of blood through my
cock, and then everybody would notice!
   "Jeez, you're hungry!" She leaned again, I leaned more.  I felt myself
raise up on my toes, hoping to get a further downward angle down her
jammies.  It was the right idea.  I leaned in far enough to where I saw the
upward tilt of the bottom of her breast, and the downward slope of the top
of her breast as they approached each other, but her top wasn't loose
enough to allow me a view of her nipple.  My mind played connect the dots,
and I could imagine what it looked like, exactly right where it was, but
she stood up again and dropped two more cakes onto my plate.  "I think
that's enough, young man," she said sternly.  My heart caught in my throat.
I was caught!  I was certain of it!  "You'd better see if you can eat those
before I put any more on your plate.  I've got to feed everyone else, you
know!" I looked down to the stack of 7 pancakes on my plate.
   "OK," I said.  "Pass the syrup?" I watched her pajama top as she served
the rest of the family, and I tried to come up with a good reason for
standing up again, but every reason sounded stupid.  But then, when she sat
down she tugged at the tails of her pajama top, which flattened it against
her breasts, the silk material highlighting and outlining her nipples
pressing against it from the other side.  They were erect!  Did she know
what I was doing?  Do girls' nipples get hard like a boy's penis when
aroused?  Because I wanted it to be, I decided the answer was yes, and
under the table there sprouted a handsome woodie.  I just ate and ate til
that thing died, which didn't happen until I had polished off a second
helping of four pancakes and everyone except Uncle Don (was he hiding a
boner, too?) had finished, and Aunt Linda cleared the dishes and went to
the kitchen.
   It was a lazy Sunday, and we all just lay around the house watching TV,
and trading stories about my mom and dad.  Aunt Linda was a great source of
information about my father and some of the stupid things he did as a kid.
During one of these stories I discovered that Carol's nightshirt was just
as loose her Mom's pajama top.  We were all sitting on the floor.  Aunt
Linda was hugging a pillow, so there was no chance to see anything.  And
then Carol spun around from sitting Indian style to lying on her belly,
propped up on her elbows.  I got a great view of her ample 14-year-old
cleavage, and nature took over...or at least the darker side of my nature!
   I grabbed Tyler and began to wrestle with him in one of the rare moments
of sibling comaraderie I showed him during my teen years.  I rolled him
over on top of me and let him straddle my chest for a few minutes, tickling
him, and then I let him go, pretending that something Aunt Linda said
caught my attention.  I rolled over onto my belly in the same position as
Carol, and right next to her.  She still hadn't shown me any
acknowledgement of the fact that she had quite thoroughly sucked me off the
night before, a mere 10 feet behind her parents' backs, in the rear seat of
Uncle Don's van, a first for me, and, I assumed, for her as well!
   Propped on her elbows, Carol's tits were pressed against her arms, so I
didn't have a view of them, either.  Attention was wavering from Aunt
Linda's stories, and the pow-wow began to break up.  Aunt Carol stood up
and tossed the pillow to the sofa, and went to the kitchen.  I got up and
squatted on my knees.  I was getting frustrated, now.  But then my baby
brother did something for which I'll love him forever.  He started
wrestling with Carol!  Just like he had with me, only he climbed on her
back (oh, if ONLY!) and wrapped his arms under her chin.  She dropped her
chest to the floor and rolled over, pinning him beneath her.  Then she got
up on all fours and proceeded to tickle him mercilessly, which is what he
wanted in the first place.  And there it was!  As she knelt over him, both
breasts came into unobstructed view as her nightshirt fell away!  Tyler's
laughter was drowned out by the rush of blood past my ears on its way to my
rapidly swelling cock!  My vision seemed to become dynamic, like I had a
zoom lens on each eyeball.  Each breast was a pleasant round shape that
came to a perfect pink point, like the back end of a balloon.  They jiggled
and shuddered with each murderous tickle she applied to my baby brother. 
He cried, "Stop!  Stop!" and her instincts told her, correctly, that he was
about to wet his pants if she didn't stop.  As he lay there, gleefully
whimpering in recovery from Carol's tortuous tickling, she looked up at me,
her breasts still on display.  Her eyes briefly met mine, but shifted to
the stretched fabric of my trunks as my cock made itself into an imaginary
tentpole.  Her eyes sparkled as a naughty smile broke across her lips.
   By dinner time the only person dressed for the world was Aunt Linda as
she headed out the door to get some dinner.  The rest of us were still
dressed in what we slept in the night before.
   "Dad's in the den doing the bills," she said to Carol.  "I'll be back in
about a half-hour."
   "OK, Mom," Carol said.  Her eyes slid toward me and there was a devilish
smirk just under the surface.  My heart skipped and I felt my face flush at
the thought of what we might do in the next 30 minutes!!  But with her
father here?  It was one thing to do it at the rear of the van while he was
busy behind the wheel, but to try it when he could walk in at any moment
would be suicide!
   Bethy and Tina rocketed upstairs with the word "Barbie" mentioned
several times, and Tyler followed, leaving Carol and me in the living room.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, and then she said, "What do you
want to do?"
   I wanted to lift her shirt over her head and dive into her, that's what
I wanted to do!  "I don't know.  What do YOU want to do?"
   "Let's see if there's anything on cable," she said as she brandished the
remote and fired off a shot at the TV.  There wasn't.  She flipped through
the channels a couple of times, and finally settled on MTV (back when they
used to play music videos).  She sat in Aunt Linda's rocking chair, which
left me to the couch, and she watched me looking at her.  She looked at me
like she was wondering what I was thinking.  Afraid I might give that away,
I turned to watch the new Genesis video.  It was the one with all those
puppets that looked like world leaders of the time...Reagan, Gorbachev,
Khaddafy...  When it was over I turned to her.  "I wish they'd stop making
vid..." My tongue almost fell off.  While I had my head turned away she had
propped one foot on the chair, tucked it against her bottom, with her knee
against her chest and her nightshirt stretched over her knee.  So when I
turned to her , exposed to me was her entire body from her toes to just
above her navel!  Also exposed to me was the fact that she wasn't wearing
panties!
   "What?" she asked me, since I hadn't finished my statement.
   With my eyes locked on her virgin vagina, covered in wisps of golden
brown hair, I couldn't find any words to say.  "I said...  um I was gonn...
Who's your cable...."
   "Are you looking at my pussy, J?" My eyes darted up to hers, then back
to her pussy, and again back up to her eyes.  I nodded.
   "Last night when I sucked on your penis," she whispered, "my pussy
started to get all wet and sticky inside." Her arms disappeared into the
armholes of her nightshirt.  "And it started to feel really nice and
tingly." Her hands appeared inside her nightshirt.  "The only other time it
ever feels like that is when I rub it with my fingers, like this." One hand
covered her pussy and I could see one finger of that hand disappear into
the dark folds.  Her eyes closed to slits as she jutted her chin outward
and upward, a sharp breath expanding her lungs.  She withdrew her finger
and started to work on the top of her pussy, rubbing it around in a circle.
"And if I keep rubbing it, like this, it just keeps feeling better and
better..." Her hips began grinding up against the motion of her hand, and
her speech became labored, broken up by grunts and gasps and heavy
breathing.  "...And the sticky stuff starts to run out of it, and then I
get to a point where it feels the absolute best, and then I want to scream
as my body starts to shake, and I break out into goosebumps...  UUHH!!!"
Her hips began bucking off of the seat as her hand appeared to be pressing
it back down, all the while her fingers grinding their circle over the top
of her pussy.  After a few seconds, her eyes clamped shut and she stifled a
scream, her hips rising to a point and undulating there for another few
seconds.  She began breathing again in repeated sighs, and tears ran down
her cheeks, and her butt returned to the seat.  "Last night when you shot
your stuff out, I realized what happens to me.  It's the same thing.  Does
it feel the same way for you?"
   I nodded, and looked at my own crotch.  My cock was at full attention,
straining for release into the world, yearning to spread it's seed all over
it.  I leaned back on the couch and started to remove my trunks and return
the favor when I heard, "Linda?" It was Uncle Don!  I didn't even have my
thumbs in the waistband yet, so as Carol dropped her leg and regained a
proper sitting position, I merely grabbed a couch pillow and mashed my
hard-on down onto my belly.  "Hey guys!  Carol, is Mom back yet?"
   "No, not yet Daddy."
   Uncle Don looked at her.  "What's the matter dear?  Your face is all
red. Have you been crying?" Carol's eyes widened as she stammered for a
viable explanation.
   I butted in: "We were pillow fighting and I caught her in the eye with a
corner."
   "Oh, really?  Let me see." Uncle Don bent over Carol with his hand on
her head.  He tilted it back and forth, looking for any damage, and she
darted her eyes at me with a frightened, yet relieved look in her eyes.  He
asked her, "Are you OK, baby?"
   "Yes, Daddy."
   "You two be careful, now," Uncle Don said as he continued on toward the
kitchen.
   Aunt Linda returned a little while later with a car load of Kentucky
Fried Chicken, and we feasted.
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   OK, I had intended to finish at part 3, but I see a lot of places I want
to go here.  Again, I'll wait for any encouragement from readers to go
further.  E-mail or post here to urge me on or have me stop.  Thanks to
those who have written with comments!
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