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Authors name: Nobo Cough
Story title : "COUSIN LOVE"
PART 5 OF 7
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Cousin Love
Nobo Cuogh (No Address)
Part 5
Driving along the back road to pick up the twins, I was
glad I had left early. They wouldn't be finished with
their practice for another half hour or so, and the extra
time alone was a relief. I needed to think. This house
sitting job was going way beyond my wildest dreams,
and I knew I could screw Lisa that night if I was gentle
with her and didn't rush things. The words "rush" and
"gentle" didn't seem to be in the twin's vocabulary,
however. They had been teasers for two days, and they
really seemed to want it bad, even begging to be fucked.
And I couldn't wait to see what sort of "nature video"
little Kim would produce.
God, I thought, in two days I had become a real pervert!
Here I was, seventeen years old, and hoping that my
little nine year old cousin would put on a show for me
on camera. She said she played with herself all the
time, and would probably demonstrate that as well, and
all because I wouldn't let her do it in front of me. No, it
can't be; she wouldn't really pose nude in a video. I'm
just imagining things.
As I turned a corner, I was jolted back to reality when
suddenly a bike appeared right in front of me. I quickly
veered the car in a re-flex action, glad that there was
hardly any traffic on the back coun-try road. The bike
rider heard the screech of my tires and tried to avoid the
car by darting to the shoulder, but skidded on the gravel
and fell. I regained control of the car and pulled off to
the side of the road to check on the fallen rider. A
young girl lay beside the bike gripping her knee in pain.
It was Lisa's friend Jenny!
"Oh my God, Jenny, are you alright?" I asked. "I didn't
see you until it was too late."
"Tim, it's you!" she shouted excitedly, momentarily
forgetting her pain. "Yeah, I think I'm OK."
"Here, let me have a look," I said. "Let's get you out
of the road.
Hold on to me and we'll go over to that grassy spot over
there."
I helped her to her feet, and she hobbled along at my
side with her arm around my shoulder. We ended at a
small clearing about 20 yards from the deserted country
road, and I let her down carefully on the grass. Jenny
was wearing cutoff jeans and a bright tie-dyed tee shirt.
She looked so helpless there, gripping her right leg.
"I'm sorry, Jenny," I said, "but my mind wasn't on the
road, and with that blind corner and all..."
"Don't worry about it, Tim," she interrupted, "it's O.K.
My leg is starting to feel a little better now."
"Let me massage your knee to make the pain go away,"
I said, reach-ing down with both hands to sooth her
right leg. Jenny lay back flat on the grass with her arms
at her sides, allowing my hands to knead her firm young
leg. My hands rode up past her knee to exert a gentle
pressure up higher, and my right hand went to her
sensitive inner thigh, just inches from the bottom of her
cutoffs. I was glad that her leg was feeling better, and I
began to feel quite a bit better as well.
"Hmmm, that's nice," she purred.
Still feeling her supple flesh and grazing the denim of
her shorts with my index finger, I told her, "Hey, Jenny,
thanks for setting up Lisa so I could sneak a peek at
her."
"No problem. I thought you should see how grown up
she is." Jenny replied. "She really likes you, but she's
afraid you don't like her because she's only twelve. But
at least she has a body, not like me."
"Oh, come on, Jenny," I reassured her, "I think you
have a very sexy body too."
"You think so?" she asked hopefully, looking straight at
me with a longing gaze.
"Oh, yeah," I continued, "your legs, well, they fee-
look really, uh, nice."
She smiled in reaction to my complement. Then a
thoughtful pause preceded her next words. "You know,
I think I hurt my bottom when I fell. Would you rub it
too?" Without waiting for my response, she hurriedly
rolled over on her stomach.
I couldn't resist, knowing I was beginning to get Jenny
turned on with my touch. "How's this?" I asked,
fondling her tiny tight buns. "Ohhh, Tim, that feels
sooo good," she moaned, beginning to squirm in
pleasure under my hands. I kept up the "therapeutic"
massage, in-creasing the pressure, squeezing her ass. It
was so petite that each hand could easily encompass her
matching cheeks, and I moved my thumbs together
between her thighs, firmly pushing against her crotch.
Jenny rocked slowly with each squeeze, spreading her
thighs further apart and raising her pelvis off the grass.
She was burning up now, judging by the heat radiating
from her pussy. Her tee shirt rose up a bit, and I could
see those faint dimples on her lower back, just above
each cheek.
"Gosh, Tim, I think you're wonderful." she said softly.
"Umm, I mean, you're being so nice to me, and I sort
of, uh, like you too. Please don't tell Lisa I told you,
though. She'd have a fit. She is my best friend, after
all."
"Don't worry, Jenny," I reassured her, "this will be our
little secret. Hey, you were the one who gave me the
chance to look at her nude. She does look grown up
now, but...is she really? I mean, do ya think she'd
wanna DO anything...ya know?" It was easier for both
of us to speak freely with her facing down, avoiding eye
contact. I gave an extra push with my thumbs along her
denim covered crotch after my last question.
She let out a gasp of air and actually pushed back at me!
"Well, she likes you a lot, but," she replied, pausing
briefly, "I don't think she'd do everything."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"She got really grossed out by one thing we read about
in a book...
I'd do it, though. It sounds naughty, but boys like it a
lot, I bet."
Having listened to their phone conversation, I knew
exactly what that "one thing" was, and there was no
question that THIS boy would like it. I had to try! I
became focused on the idea of this hot twelve year old
girl's lips around my cock. "Hey Jenny," I whispered,
"tell me about it. What would you do that Lisa
wouldn't?"
"If you promise not to tell Lisa," Jenny responded
cautiously, "I'll... well, I'll show you, if you want me to.
But I've never done it before, so if you could, sorta, tell
me if I'm doin' it right, I'll try it if you want. I'll suck
on your p-penis."
"Oh, wow, Jenny! Would you really? I'd love it if you
would, since Lisa's too afraid." She had sounded so
proud that she would do some-thing that her more
developed friend wouldn't do, that I added the last
remark as encouragement.
"OK, but don't laugh at me if I don't do it right," she
said, turn-ing around, sitting upright facing me.
Of course I had only seen it done in my video-not
being the best judge, but I wasn't about to let her know
this. We hadn't even kissed yet. Hell, I didn't even
know her last name! But I wanted it so badly, I quickly
unzipped my shorts, fumbling to pull my erect cock
through the flap of my jockey underwear. Her eyes
widened in awe at the sight of my reddened, hard dick
springing out just inches in front of her face, as I knelt
close to her.
"Just hold it with your hand here," I instructed her,
wrapping her tiny fingers around the base of my cock,
"a little tighter, and move your hand up and down like
this." My hand was guiding hers up and down the base
of my cock. It was great to be the teacher to this eager
student. "Now move your head closer, and lick the tip.
Yesss, like that!"
I wished I had a camera, because Jenny's fresh young
face licking my dick was ten times better looking than
the sluts in the video. "Now open your mouth and suck
on it up and down, while moving your hand too. Try to
get as much of it in your mouth as you can manage,
Jenny, ahhh, yeah, back and forth, OUCH! Hey Jenny,
try not to scrape me with your teeth, OK?"
Taking my cock out of her sucking mouth for a second,
she looked up apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, Tim,
I'll try not to... But, d-do you like it? Am I doin' it OK?
Does it feel right?"
"Oh, God, yes Jenny. You're doing it great!" Gaining
in confidence and engrossed with the sight and feeling
of my dick moving slowly in and out of her gripping
mouth, I reached my hands around her head and pushed
it toward me on each stroke. She responded
instinctively, in-creasing the pace and sucking harder,
letting out little grunting noises when the back of her
throat welcomed my cock on every thrust.
"Ugghh, Uhh, Ugghh, Jenny, YES, I'm gonna... y-you
don't h-have to take my cum in your mouth, if..."
She was consumed with the naughty passion of the
moment, however, refusing to stop her wonderful
suction. She opened her eyes to mine and just nodded
her head, yes, to my concerned warning.
"OOhhh, Jennyyyy, you're great, ugghh, here it comes!
Oh, yeah!" My cock was erupting deep in her mouth
now, and she began to gag a little, but still kept up her
new found skill, wanting to do it right-all of it.
Because I had cum over Terri just a few hours before,
the volume of my jism was mercifully conservative.
Some of it slid out of the corner of her lips, down the
length of my cock. After several more forceful thrusts I
finished, withdrawing my shrinking tool from her still
gripping mouth. I could see her throat muscles moving
as she tried to swallow my juice, but her gag reflex took
control. Jenny looked a little frightened and
embarrassed as she turned to the side to spit out the rest.
Reaching down, I cradled her in a hug filled with
warmth and gra-titude. "God, Jenny, that was great,
really! I'm glad you weren't too scared to do it."
"Thank you, Tim, it was neat! Except maybe for the
last part, you know," she replied, staring into my eyes,
enjoying their half-closed contentment. "But, please,
you promised not to tell Lisa. She'd hate me if she
knew. I just had to see what it was like."
"I know, Jenny, I swear I won't tell," I said, feeling
strangely pleased that I was the one promising not to
"tell."
I stood up, lifting her along with me, saying, "I have to
pick up the twins now. Are you sure your leg is OK to
ride?"
"I feel a lot better...now," she giggled back at me
mischievously. "Do you think we could, um, meet here
again sometime? I want to try other things too! Please,
Tim?"
"I'd LOVE to, Jenny," I quickly responded
enthusiastically, unable to believe my good fortune.
"How about next week, same time, before I pick up the
twins."
"Yeah," she said, "I want you to teach me everything,"
emphasizing her last word excitedly with a naughty,
little girl smile.
"It would be my pleasure-and your's too, Jenny!" We
both laughed at my feeble attempt at humor, waving
goodby like old friends.
On the way to the recreation field, I heard myself
repeating over and over like a mantra, "I got my first
blow job, I got my first blow job,..." I also had to admit
that it was even more exciting coming from a sweet
young twelve year old girl. Two days surrounded by
sexy and teasing preteen girls, together with my own
pent up horniness, had turned my mind inside out. I
knew now that I wanted them all, even little Kimmy! A
lust-crazed demon had taken possession of my facul-
ties, and my cock was its willing servant.
I had to act out a display of disapproving anger at the
twins for putting on that game of show-and-tell for their
friends. Actually, I had become rather turned on
thinking about those innocent young girls staring
eagerly at my cum on Terri's cute little tummy.
After giving them a stern look, I ordered Terri into the
back seat and Sue up front to separate them as a kind of
punishment. I told them what kind of trouble they'd be
in if they or their friends told anyone else what
happened, knowing full well that I would be the one up
shit's creek if the story got out. "But we just showed
our closest friends, Tim," Sue said apologetically next
to me, "you know, the girls who are coming over
Wednesday."
"I'm not so sure there's gonna be a swim party
Wednesday. Look, I don't think I can trust you girls to
act mature enough," I told her, knowing I would
probably be nominated for an Oscar if this were a
movie.
"Oh, come on Tim, that isn't fair," Terri whined
annoyingly, hanging over my head rest. "Terri, lie
down on the back seat and be quiet! I don't want to
hear anything more from you," I scolded her.
"Oh, pooh," she pouted, lying down out of sight
obediently.
Sue looked over at me and softly said, "We really are
sorry, Tim, we'll be good from now on." Little did she
know that the phrase, "we'll be good," meant something
entirely different to my ears. I was hoping that both of
them really would be "good!"
I figured this would be a great opportunity to send them
to their room early tonight, leaving me more time with
their older sister. "Well, we'll see if you two can live
up to that promise. Tonight I want you both in bed by
nine, and if I catch you outside your room, the pool
party is off."
"OK, Tim, we'll do it, but please don't be mad," Sue
said, looking like a lost puppy.
"Now, now, don't look so sad, I forgive you," I said,
reaching out my right hand to pat her leg. The patting
soon stopped, and I left my hand there, caressing that
firm flesh further up under her cheerleader skirt. She
looked down at my disappearing hand quizzically, then
back at my leering face. I quickly lifted my left hand
from the steering wheel, crossing my forefinger across
my lips in the universal sign of `quiet.' She grasped my
meaning immediately, looking over at her sister in the
back seat. Terri was still pouting, facing away from us.
I slowly slid my hand down the front of Sue's panties
and began to stroke her clit. She didn't give away
anything, showing me how she could in fact keep a
secret, even from her twin sister. There was just a sign
of her hips rocking in tempo with my hand, as her pussy
began to moisten. I reached down further, bending my
middle finger to gain ac-cess to her warm and slippery
cunt hole.
For the rest of the ten minute drive back to the house, I
finger fucked her, gently at first. Then I began thrusting
harder and deeper, exerting pressure with my upper
palm down upon her clit. She scrunched down lower in
the seat, edging nearer to me, giving me better access.
Then she actually gripped my wrist with both of her tiny
hands, pushing my finger in further with each stroke,
holding her eyes closed. As we neared the driveway,
she suddenly forced my hand down very hard several
times, raising her hips off the seat. Her face was
screwed into the tell-tale signs of orgasmic pleasure,
pursing her lips tightly, not allowing even a gasp to
escape.
Continued in part 6...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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