As I relaxed on the train journey, staring out of the windowpane at the passing scenery, I let my mind wander to cerebration of the very mortal I was off to see : My full cousin Claire. She and I had been very close for years, and she was now in her commencement year at university, I in my sec. We'd obviously known each other for a very long sentence, but it was in the past few twelvemonth that we'd become much, much closer.

I'd been through a particularly abrasive detachment, and Claire was there to foot up my spirits and take me on nights out where I wouldn't have to deal with the friends who betrayed me for my ex. It didn't take long for our nights out, or our dark in to get for all intents and purposes, appointment. We'd go to the movie house, or detain home and watch out a movie, but while it was outwardly platonic, I was definitely developing early feelings for her. One affair we did do was talk a lot about sex : Who we'd been with, what positions, etc.

Fully in my daydream, memory of a beach barbeque started flooding in. I can't think back how the situation arose, but it seemed all the teens were playing some sorting of hide and seek game. In the darkness of the nearly empty beach, I had found myself hiding between two minor fishing boats, lying on the cool sand. Claire found my footling situation and needed to hide herself, so she squeezed in side by side to me. There wasn't often way, so her diffuse, smooth skin came into contact with my own. Her fully turn tits pressed against my chest, with only her skimpy bikini top separating us. I could sense a inspiration in my swim shorts, and I tried to hide it. I remember suddenly only wanting one affair, and was tempted to snog her, but what if she wasn't willing ? I held back, and that consequence haunted my thoughts since then.

The din of the power train arriving at its name and address snapped me out of my castle in Spain. Claire was waiting for me on the platform. She looked stunning. Her piercing blue middle and full smiling ; her curves showing off in tight clothing ; her naturally blonde hair dyed black ; all gave her an exotic and fresh look. I tried not to cheat on my lust for her we greeted each other with,"Hey Cuz,"as we normally would.

I was up at hers for her birthday weekend. The showtime day was pretty a good deal as expected. She showed me to her small student residence room, with a squeaking single bed that I was going to sleep in, and she'd camp out on her floor. I can't say I didn't card any supererogatory sexual tension over that time. In fact I was almost giving up Bob Hope that something might ever happen. I might just induce to keep my prevent thinking to myself for ever.

The following was her party. We were keeping things fairly casual. I wore jeans and a shirt. She was wearing dungaree showing off her peachy bum, and a dispirited floral print tube top. She wasn't wearing a bra so her juicy C-cups bounced around as she moved. She wasn't heavily made up, but gloomy eyeshadow complemented her top. It was just us two and two girlfriend of hers. I thought maybe she was trying to set me up, but it turned out they were tribade being set up with each other."Oh well, no topic. I'll just enjoy the night and see how it goes,"I thought.

So I did. virtually of the night was workaday, but late in the night, at the night club we ended up in, was where things changed forever. I was dancing with our new gay woman booster, and I noticed Claire getting up close with a guy near the bar. I started to experience a spot of jealousy, but I didn't dare intrude. We'd fallen out in the preceding when I'd interrupted her with a guy. However, here and now later I saw her in animated conversation with this guy, and I watched as it became heated enough for her to ramp off. I thought I'd see what was wrong.

On the side of the dancefloor, I approached her. Without any words, or any warning, she took my hands in hers, and pressed them up against her titty, over the thin material of her top. I was stunned, and lost for words.

"Do you wish them ?"she asked."They're house right ?"

I could only muster a simple,"Yes, they're amazing."

She encouraged me to fondle her house, round down titty for a moment longer, then put my hands down and gave me a winking. My mind raced. She really felt the same way for me as I did her. Was this really happening ? I followed her to the bar, we had a beverage together, found her friends and danced, flirtatiously, until closing time.

As we left the club, I put my hand on her bottom cheek.

"Patience, Cuz,"she whispered.

I daren't do anything once her friends left the taxi at their halt. I did as I was told, and waited until we were back at her hall. As she popped to the bathroom to freshen up, I came to the actualisation : I was going to fuck Claire for tonight. I waited in her bed, and when she came back to the way, she switched off the light and invited me down to her little nest on the floor.

"The bed's too loud,"she whispered.

I lay down next to her, my hand run up her venter, over the subdued, liquid skin until I found one of her boob, now goose egg separating my touch from it. As I did so, she leaned her head over. We kissed, softly at first, then profoundly, as my fingers caressed her nipple and got it hard. Our tongues danced, and the osculation became even more passionate.

My hand lowered down towards the ultimate prize. I enjoyed the wonderful surprise of her entirely hairless pussy. My fingers became to explore the flexure of her brim, parting them, searching for the warm wetness.

"Here,"she whispered, and with a barren hand guided me over her clit."Rub me there."

I obeyed, the confidential information of my fingers finding the delicate nub of her clitoris. I could feel her arousal as her external respiration intensified, her pussy got bed wetter. She reached across and started stroking my pecker. She slowly rubbed me up and down to ensure I was getting hard. I felt myself getting bigger in her pocket-size hand, which stroked the duration of my rotating shaft and pulled back my foreskin to expose the sensitive tip beneath.

She reached up for a condom from her bedside board. She opened the packing, and used her mouth to apply it to my erect pecker. In the low light I could only see the silhouette of her forefront bobbing up and down. She was side on to me, so I could still progress to her sopping wet pussycat. She then straddled me, looked me in the eyes and lowered herself down onto my throbbing dick.

I was now in heaven. This pussy that I'd imagined for days was wrapped tightly round my rigid shaft, milking it for all its cum. Claire rode me slowly at first.

"movement with me, Cuz"she whispered.

I began to conjure my articulatio coxae to match her drift. Each thrust plunging deeper into her welcoming wet cunt. Her operose breaths turned into soft moans.

"Yes, just like that. suck on my pap now."

She stretched up so her tits were now in my facial expression. My workforce grasped them, and I took a lofty nipple into my back talk. She continued to ricochet on my deep cock. I began to control the rhythm now, driving up into her. Her moans got louder. She didn't attention who knew what was going on. She just wanted anyone nearby to do it what good pecker I was giving her. Then…

snapshot

"Shit !"

The condom broke. Passionate we may have been, but we daren't continue like this.

"red cent, Cuz,"she said."That was my last one."

"Well what can we do ?"

"I know…"

She lay on the bed and spread her branch. In the low light creeping from the street I could see her wetness glistening.

"Use those digit,"she suggested.

I sat down next to her, and began to finger her pussy. One finger seemed far too easy at this point, as did two. I jammed a third finger in there.

"More,"she begged.

"I'm not hurting you, am I ?"I courteously checked to throw certain, though I sort of knew that she was a bit of size queen already and could fill just about anything I offered.

"No. Keep going."

I moved up to four finger's breadth. I began to feel the strain of her pussy mouth, the pressure put on by the bulwark of her now tightening puss. I placed my thumb in too, and began to tug. Her moans became staccato, cut shortly with every thrust of my hand. I kept going, knowing she'd stop me if I went too far. I could experience her stretching to her limit, when suddenly she gave way. My entire fist was now inside her, and the auditory sensation of pleasance kept coming.

I began to have a go at it her harder with my fist, her richly pitched groan now joined by the wet sloppy sounds of my hand abusing her pussy.

"Yes, just like that ! I'm coming, I'm coming !"

Suddenly her body rose as she arched her back, her stifled moan cut short in her throat. She held herself there for a mo, and I felt her twat twitching and pulsing around my wrist joint. She then collapsed in ecstasy. I slipped my now soaking deal out from her now raw snatch, dripping and making the sheets below it wet. She pulled me down alongside her.

"Let me wind up you off now."

She rolled onto her side, and tossed me off. I was already fit to detonate anyway from the shear turmoil of what had happened so far. So it didn't take long before I convulsed, and shot a huge load out over my own stomach.

We embraced and slept together in that tight single bed. In the sunup, I got up, and washed up in the little washbasin at the end of the room, just to feel clean before going to lavish. She got up, still naked too, walked up to me, pressing her boobs into me and whispered in my ear,"Thank you. ”