Kissing Cousins
My cousin and I had always been close, she was a couple of years younger than me and I guess as kids I had led her astray a bit. When I was 14 and she was 12 we had camped out in her parents' garden together, our families never thinking that there would be anything sexual between us. But there had been. Just the usual you show me yours and I'll show you mine stuff I suppose, except I had gone one step further with her than looking, I had touched, and I had taken her hand and wrapped it around my little prick. We had grown up and moved away from each other and had seen little of each other in the last 20 years, but still sometimes when I was on my own and feeling horny I would remember that night in the tent, how her little pussy felt and her hand on my prick and wonder what she looked and felt like now.
Now she had moved back into the area, her husband was away and I was going to pay her a visit, just to make sure she was Ok I told my wife. After all she was on her own and maybe she needed some help with something around the house. It was the least I could do. I hadn't seen her for 5 years and then we had not been alone. I wanted to ask her, to know if she too remembered that night in the tent in her parents' garden, if she had ever thought about it over the years as I realised it was probably her first sexual experience.
She lived right by the sea and when I arrived at her house she suggested we walk along the font to the local pub and go for a drink. We sat at the table and reminisced about when we were kids, and I wanted to ask her then, 'do you remember Sarah? has it turned you on over the years the way it has me?' but I couldn't. After a couple of hours she suggested we leave, and I was a bit crestfallen feeling my opportunity to bring the subject up had been lost.
As we walked back along the footpath she suddenly became excited and said 'Let's go for a paddle, the tide's out, let's go and run along the sand, like we used to when we were kids!' 'Ok, race, you' I said, but she was ahead of me, whipping off her sandals and running down the sands towards the water, getting there before me and splashing around in the shallows. When I caught up with her she threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
'Do you remember Chris, when we were kids? I've thought so often about that night in the tent, do you remember?'
'Yes Sarah, of course I remember, how could I forget, you were the first girl I ever touched in that way, I've thought about it often over the years, wondered if it was wrong, and wondered what it would be like to touch you now.'
'Me too. Whenever I think about it, it makes me horny, and I guess it shouldn't, but it does. Chris, do you still want to know what it would be like to touch me now?'
'Oh God, Sarah, yes, of course I do'.
She took my hand and led me back into the sand dunes. I took off my jacket and laid it down for her and got down beside her.
'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' she giggled.
She lifted her skirt, exposing her panties, which she started to pull off and I was mesmerised by the sight, waiting to see her expose her pussy to me that I hadn't seen since she was 12 years old. She sat there on my jacket, he knees pulled up, her legs apart, 'you can touch me you know, I won't bite!'
I reached out a hand towards her soft pussy, my fingers as they had done all those years ago parting the lips, finding her honey pot, pushing gently into her. She was wet, wetter than I remembered all those years ago, her lips were swollen and full, and she spread her legs even further apart with a slight moan.
'Oh God I have waited so long for you to do that, to feel you touch me again, and I want to feel your cock, let me feel your cock Chris'.
I stopped and undid my trousers, pushing them and my pants down to my knees, momentarily thinking of my wife sitting at home waiting for me, but so aroused by the sight of Karen in front of me. She took my erect cock in her hand, laughing softly, 'Oh my you have grown Chris'. She rubbed my stiffness expertly, making me harder and hornier than I could remember being for a long time, whilst I played with her cunt, finding her clit, teasing it between my fingers, making her wetter and wetter until I could see her juices flowing.
'Karen I want you'.
'Chris we can't, you know that, but I'm not going to leave you frustrated...' She took me in her mouth, her tongue working magic on my cock whilst my fingers worked her cunt and we brought each other to orgasm at the same time there on the sands.
'Go home, fuck your wife and think of me' she said when I left her at her door. So I did, my wife never realising what turned me on so much that night was the memory of my fingers deep in my cousin's pussy and her mouth locked around my cock.
Written by Belles Directory
