I grew up quite close to a female cousin, lots of play dates and sleep overs. As often happens when growing up into young adulthood, you find a time where you start exploring the differences between boys and girls, usually by observing those closest to you, and we were no exception. She was the initiator, a tad older and a little more in the know about what was what. I was certainly content in going along with it though.
Shortly after celebrating my 16th birthday our innocent cuddles and kisses progressed to a quick kiss on the lips, a tighter hug. Then a longer pressing of our soft lips together, our bodies held tightly together, gently swaying, not quite sure what we were striving for but some instinct felt right.
Our play went along fairly innocent in this manner for some time as this was mostly done in the not so privacy of my yard, in a little old playhouse my family had. Neighborhood teenage boys would often drop by for no apparent reason other than to act like idiots for our amusement; our 'play' was often interrupted as soon as we heard anyone coming towards us. These interesting sensations felt right, but somehow I think we knew we'd get in some kind of trouble if discovered so we had to limit our touching.
One weekend instead of her staying at my home, I went to hers to stay over. She has only one brother, a little older, who was always holed up in his own room and not much interested in pestering us girls. Our uncle was busy watching tv and drinking beer and paying us no mind, while Aunt was working the nightshift. We found we suddenly had quite a bit more time and privacy to do as we pleased. I think we both were thinking about what this could mean as we readied for bed, dressing in simple nighties, giggling as we brushed our teeth and off to her room.
Being a small room with no guest bed, naturally I slipped into bed with my cousin. We stayed a bit apart, nervous, unsure, making small girl chatterings about nothing. Eventually we slid a little closer, hip to hip while laying on our backs, and found we were holding hands as girls often do. A few quiet moments, after listening for anyone walking by in the hallway, my cousin gently placed her other hand on my belly, tickling me a little. Leaning over she nuzzled my neck, sliding her hand up to my breasts. Oh the butterflies I felt in my stomach!
Finding it hard to kiss my neck comfortably, my cousin rolled onto her side and slightly onto my body. I remember feeling achy and tingly all over as her weight gently settled against me. She began touching my neck with not only her lips, but her soft wet tongue, moving from collar bone, up the side of my neck, to just under my ear, sending shivers down my spine and lightning zings in my belly, and strangely, lower, a new sensation for me. I don't remember when it happened but I found myself trying to hold her tighter to me, straining for something I didn't understand but knew I had to keep trying. She rolled fully onto my body, and we seemed to find a natural, comfortable position as I let my legs fall open with her gently settling against my hips. She moved her mouth to mine, a soft kiss, then more insistent, a parting of lips and a touching of wet tongues. It felt wonderful and wicked all at once.
As we deep kissed, we started slowly rubbing our bodies together, a slight rocking motion that seemed to be what we were both needing to relieve some of these strange achy feelings deep inside. A little awkward at first, but soon enough getting in sync, an instinctive rhythm. My cousin reached down to the hem of my nighty and pulled it up to run her hand on my bare skin, up the side of my leg, along my thigh and over my hip and upward to my chest, gently squeezing. I followed suit and slid her nighty up, my hand running up the back of her thigh and onto her rear, hesitating, and seeing only approval in her eyes, a firmer grasp on her butt cheek, exploring the fleshy young muscles as we continued our deep, wet kisses and the now belly to belly, thigh to thigh rubbing of our bodies together, only a thin layer of cotton panties grating against our skin.
Knowing there was no going back after that far, my cousin lifted herself off me, me instantly missing her body against mine. She slid down her panties, and then gently pulled mine down over my hips, prodding me to lift up my butt to remove them more easily. I was scared, but very excited. Tossing them aside she moved back to laying down on me, our bare skin now fully touching each other, our nighties pulled up high under our arms. We pulled the blankets up high as it was a little chilly, and..just in case, our bareness would be hidden underneath them.
I think we were both startled to realize there was such dampness between us, at first worried and giving accusing looks, that one of us had wet the bed. We soon realized it seemed to be from us both, that it was something that was ok, interesting, exciting. It created a wonderful slickness we found to be perfect at sliding against each other, gently then with more pressure, her pressing down and me straining up against her, but this just wasn't enough for the aches we were feeling, not quite enough pressure where it seemed to be needed.
Her being a little older and having gone through puberty before me, I think she had had more experience than she had let on, with exploring these feelings and knew what was needed. She slid a hand between us, making a small fist, and placing it just so between our pelvises. Ooo, that was it, that extra pressure just right. We rubbed together with faster frequency, greater urgency, both of us grinding against each other and rubbing just perfect against her fist. We tried to stay quiet but couldn't help our small gasps at the pleasurable sensations crawling over our lower bellies, at the ache that needed relief.
Her hand beginning to cramp up suddenly, she wanted to change our positions. She had me roll over onto my belly, and told me to put my hand under me, against myself as she had done between us. I did as told, making a fist and sliding it down to find the spot that felt just right, instant pleasure radiating from my pelvis outward. I had not done this before, but I caught on quickly to how to adjust my hips to make the pressure just right. My cousin then rolled on top of me, her belly to my back, her crotch to my butt, and her legs straddling the backs of my now tightly closed together legs. She cuddled her arms close to mine while grabbing hold of my shoulders and starting humping up against my butt, which also rocked me against my fist. Oh that felt so wonderful, the sensations not only in my groin but also the stimulation of her rubbing against my butt, I could feel my body tightening up, muscles in my thighs straining to something I didn't understand but knew I wanted badly.
She started rubbing faster, pushing down harder against me, so then also pushing me harder against my own beginning to cramp hand. My fingers suddenly seized up tight so I tried to relieve the cramps by stretching them, and finding an explosion of pleasure as they happened to open up just so to slide inside my labia against my clit - something I knew I had but didn't know what that odd bit of bumpy flesh was for. Oh but I certainly learned in that moment the purpose of it, my fingers seeming to find their own way to rubbing this now throbbing bit of tissue, slick and slippery with my own juices. My cousin, faster and faster humping my butt, pressing my body into the mattress hard enough the bed was starting to thump a little, began softly moaning into the back of my neck. Hearing her voice like that excited me all the more and I could feel my body responding, muscles straining, my crotch feeling bruised from the pressure of my hand tight against my pelvis, but not caring as the pleasure over rode the discomfort.
My cousin suddenly tensed her arms against me, hands grabbing my shoulders tightly with fingers digging in, her by now very wet pussy sliding and bumping against the fullest part of one of my buttcheeks, and let out a soft moan as she jerked her hips violently against me. As she was riding me so hard this also made my pelvis dance crazily against my hand, several fingers slipping all over my clit, the final movements I needed also to come to my own exploding, shaking, belly scrunching, butt straining, full out moaning and surprised I wasn't shrieking, first time all out orgasm.
Panting, sweating, and shaking, we couldn't move for a few moments. Taking deep breaths we let our galloping heartbeats slow, our breathing quiet. Only to hear an odd noise, a slight...thumping, that was not us, not our hearts nor our now cooling bodies, the covers being long thrown aside. Looking around we saw the bedroom door was open a little, the light from the hallway shining into the room in broken pieces. Blocking some of the light, standing right outside the door, head tipped back, eyes closed, pants pulled down slightly and with his cock in his furiously stroking hand, was my uncle!
I don't know how long he had been watching, when he had decided to turn off the tv and check up on the kids to be sure we were tucked in proper for the night, but there he was, obviously having seen enough to know we had been pleasuring each other, oblivious to someone watching us with such enjoyment. Perhaps he felt guilty, wrong at first, in watching his daughter and niece writhe about, but the overwhelming sight was just too much to resist. He had made the taboo choice to not only continue to watch, but also to use for his own enjoyment.
We didn't make a sound, frozen, not knowing what to do, not knowing if we were going to be in trouble, what would happen, would he tell our mothers? We held each other in shame, cheeks burning, and yet still watching my uncle, her father, stroking his thick cock unaware we were the ones watching him now. Scared, but also fascinated! With a groan he suddenly hunched over, his eyes snapping open, only to find us looking back at him. Eyes wide, he quickly pulled up his pants, wiping his hand on them while doing so. He stood out there another good minute just looking at us, undecided, then finally he opened the door, walked over to the bed and knelt down to look us in the eyes, only a few short inches away from our still bare bodies. He glanced over us, his gaze lingering, clearing his throat.
In a gruff voice he whispered that we were not in trouble, but what we were doing would not be taken well by some people, and certainly would upset our mothers. He said that what he done was also not right but he couldn't help it after seeing us together, and none of us should ever say anything to anyone as they wouldn't understand and we'd all get in trouble, even though nobody was hurt, that it felt good, but certain things are not considered 'right' to be doing with family. We told him we understood, our secret. He smiled, gently gave us both a kiss on the cheek and turned to leave. Stopping, he bent down and quickly grabbed something from the floor then left the room, closing the door behind him.
My cousin and I just looked at each other and started giggling, hugging, kissing. We fixed our nighties and blankets and settled down to fall fast asleep, and what a great restful sleep it was. My uncle didn't even bother to wake us up for the normal early morning breakfast, instead letting us lazily sleep in, only to give us a quick knowing smile and a wink to me when we finally came to the table. That night our Aunt was home from work and we didn't want to risk getting caught, so only cuddled to fall asleep, we'd just have to wait for the next sleepover to explore some more. It was only upon packing up my stuff to leave the following morning I realized I was missing a pair of panties, the ones I had worn the night of our explorations...but with a smile and a wink to my Uncle as I went out the door, that's another secret I can keep.
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