Ahhh, my cousin Denise.
Where to begin a twenty year tale of rising lust and sexual longing?
Suffice to say that however the story begins, it ends with the two of us
in a very large bed, using all of it while finally exploring each
other's every inch.
Before we get there, however, there's the little matter of twenty years of foreplay.
The first episode began during a visit my family made to Denise's house
near the beach. I was 18. That's the first time I recall really noticing
her as a sexual being. Before that she was just my cousin, who happened
to be a girl. I hadn't seen her in a few years, since we lived about
1,000 miles apart. In the meantime, however, several changes had taken
place, and I, as a horny teenager who already had a good ten years of
masturbation behind me, noticed each change in a big way.
For one thing her tits had gotten much larger, seemingly out of nowhere,
as I certainly didn't remember them that big a few summers before. In
addition, the curve of her hips had become more pronounced and several
other curves I hadn't noticed before caught my eye.
All of this was revealed to me during a beach trip on our second day of
the vacation. As I sat on my towel dousing myself with suntan lotion,
Denise lowered her jean shorts and took off her white tank top not five
feet from where I was sitting. Underneath was a dark green flower print
bikini that I tried very hard not to stare at. This was my cousin, after
all, and I knew I wasn't supposed to find her attractive. The problem,
of course, was that she wasn't just attractive; she was downright hot.
Long, straight black hair that fell midway down her back, deep brown
eyes, those softball-sized breasts that really filled in her bikini top,
and an ass that sent all sorts of filthy thoughts careening around my
head. Add to that perfect tanned legs leading down to dainty feet with
shapely toes and red painted toenails, and I was in total forbidden
love.
It took me a full five minutes to get my erection to go down to the
point where I could safely stand up and hit the waves. Throughout the
day, I tried not to think of Denise's body in the way that I had been,
and was somewhat successful, until it came my time to shower up back at
her house.
It was the empty suit that did it.
Her still-wet bathing suit was draped over a hamper in the upstairs
bathroom. She had showered before me and had left the two-piece on the
edge of the wicker basket to dry. I noticed a glowing ball of excitement
in my gut, followed by a rising of my cock as I gazed at the thin
fabric that had been wrapped around my cousin's most private parts only
minutes before.
I couldn't resist. With a shaking hand, I reached for the bikini top and
lifted it off the hamper. With both hands, I spread it open as it would
have been on her chest. It was very damp, and the inside of the cups,
where Denise's tits had sat all day, was lined with white polyester-like
fabric. Standing there naked, my 18 year old penis fully erect now, I
turned it over and lifted it to my mouth, holding the white fabric first
to my nose, then my lips, imaging that I was kissing her actual nipple.
The excitement was almost overwhelming.
I laid the top down and picked up the Holy Grail, her bikini bottoms. It
took a few seconds to figure out which was the waist and which were leg
holes, but the bottoms were lined with the same smooth white fabric. I
held them in front of me as if she were wearing them, marveling at how
small the waist seemed. I sniffed the outside first, where her pussy
lips would have been only moments before. I had been staring at this
very spot on the beach, and her pussy had actually been in it - right
here! I turned the fabric over and sniffed the inside, goose bumps
standing out all over me. It, too, was still damp, and I thought I
detected a slight, unfamiliar scent. I was still a virgin at 18, and
while I had played around with my high school girlfriend, I had never
gotten as far going down on her, though not for lack of trying. I licked
the fabric, imagining that I was licking some of my cousin's actual
juices off of her bikini.
It was about there that my other hand drifted down to my engorged
member, and I casually began sliding my hand up and down the shaft.
At the time, I didn't really have any knowledge that there was such a
thing as panty-sniffing as a fetish, but I was sure getting an education
in it. Then, almost without thinking, I draped the bikini bottoms over
my cock, placing the purple cockhead where her crotch had been. I
commenced to some serious jacking off then, sliding my cousin's bikini
bottoms up and down. The softness and wetness of the fabric felt
incredible. Within 30 seconds I felt the familiar urgent pressure in my
groin, and before rationality had a chance to take over I had spurted
white cum all over the inside of Denise's bikini.
I continued stroking away with the freshly lubed material until a wave
of realization and guilt struck me. What had I just done? Have I
violated my cousin? Certainly her privacy, but she must never know about
this. And what now? Can she get pregnant if she wears these?
I panicked and started the shower, rinsing the bikini in hot water and
rubbing the crotch with bar soap. I wrung them out a bit, then a moment
of horror as I realized I didn't remember the positioning of the pieces
on the edge of the hamper. What if she noticed they had been moved?
I estimated the best I could and stepped finally into the shower. The
guilt was soon replaced by the memory of how sweet that scent had been,
and, my erection returned as I imaged having sex with my cousin in the
shower, our slick naked bodies rubbing and slapping together. This
thought was deliciously taboo, and I luxuriated in it as I stroked
myself to another, almost painful climax
That night was a bit awkward for me at the dinner table, as I would
forever see my cousin in a different light. Though I didn't know it at
the time, the next day would bring an even stronger and stranger episode
in my long, slow journey into lust with Denise.
To Be Continued...
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