As it wasn’t a work night, I “slept in”, waking at 10:45. Wade wasn’t home from work yet. He typically hung out with his coworkers for a while after the restaurant closed. I had a woodie and decided to whack off. I slipped off my underwear and started stroking my dick. I began by fantasizing about Suzie. I thought about how good her ass looked. I imagined her shirtless in the changing cubicle. I imagined her naked. I imagined it was her hand running up and down my dick as she stood naked over my bed. As much as I tried to fantasize about Suzie, her rejecting me hovered over all my fantasies and none of them were getting me off. My dick started to go limp.
Then I thought about Emily. I thought about how hot she had looked in that blouse. I thought about how she had said I sexy. My dick got hard again. I started visualizing her naked. I had seen her in bikinis enough times over the years that I had a pretty good idea of what she would look like naked. I pictured her striking the different poses that she had done in the clothing store, but this time with no clothes on. I started feeling that rumbling feeling in my balls. I grabbed my underwear and shot my load into them.
I threw the underwear into my hamper and got dressed. I grabbed my books and went out into the kitchen area. I started working on my Marketing paper. Marketing is some pretty deep stuff while at the same time it is a bunch of bullshit. But Marketing was a hell of a lot more interesting to me than Accounting. I finished an outline and started in on the first draft.
I had Saturday and Tuesday nights off and I did most of my homework then. There were no distractions – no one else was up, no stores were open, the TV had just crap shows that were constantly interrupted by commercials. I had always busted my butt to good grades, but I was hitting out of the park this year – a 4.0 last semester and probably again this semester. At some point, Wade came in, said “Hi” and shuffled off to bed. I continued working on the paper and had a rough draft finished by 6.
I needed a break. I went to the gym in the apartment complex to work out. Unsurprisingly, there was no one there. Lifting cans and bottles for 8 hours a day is a pretty good muscle workout, so I ran on a treadmill for 45 minutes. When I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a 5’11”, 160 pound fit male with light brown hair and brown eyes. My last girlfriend Deedee had told me that I have a cute, friendly face and a great smile. Deedee had also told me that the two things that set me apart from other guys was my patience and my listening skills. A fat lot of good all that did for me now.
I walked back to the apartment. I didn’t see anyone on the way back. I felt very alone. On my days off, I frequently felt alone and isolated. I took a shower, changed into a T-shirt and shorts and had breakfast. I started work on the final draft of my Marketing paper.
About 11, Wade came out of his room. My Marketing paper was done and I was doing some reading for another class. Wade said “Hi” and then headed out the door.
At 11:30, the phone rang. It was Emily. “Johnny, have you had lunch yet?” she asked. Family called me “Johnny” when it was just family. By “family”, I meant her family and mine. Our Dads were brothers and had bought houses a few miles from each other. Our families had gotten together for birthdays and all the holidays. Emily was the youngest. I was next and her brother Del was two months older than me. My sister Sarah was the eldest of the cousins at two years older than me. We had cousins from our Moms, but we rarely saw them.
“How about I bring over some sandwiches?”
“That would be great.” That was very thoughtful of her but typical as Emily was a very thoughtful person.
20 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I opened and Emily came in. She was wearing a T-shirt and some terry cloth short shorts. I guessed she had been dressed for futzing around her apartment and hadn’t changed before she came over. She was carrying two bags. One had the sandwiches and two bags of chips. The other one had all of her tax paperwork. We took out the food and started on lunch. We chatted amiably as we ate.
Emily stopped for a bit and then said in a slightly embarrassed tone, “I saw that you were checking Suzie out yesterday, but don’t bother asking her out as she will say no.”
I shrugged. “Thanks. It is not a big deal as she didn’t seem my type.” I sighed. “Still, it is been so long since I have been on a date that I would have been thrilled to go out with her.”
That led to an awkward silence. To change the subject, I asked, “How do you like waitressing?”
“I don’t,” she replied while making a face. “Most of the customers are pretty nice, but there are enough bad ones to take all the fun out of the job. I wish I was working with kids instead.”
“Then why don’t you?”
“The scenery at work.” Her voice made it clear she didn’t want to discuss it more. The guys she met at work? Someone she worked with? The last I had heard, she didn’t have a boyfriend.
She changed the subject by asking, “Where is Wade?”
“Sunday is the day Wade spends with his parents. He goes over there for lunch and leaves from there to work.”
“So you are alone here on Sundays?”
“I am alone here most of the time,” I said glumly.
I was done with lunch, so it was time to start with Emily’s taxes. She cleaned up while I got organized on the dining room table. Her taxes were really easy – she only had a single W-2. I had gotten several extra copies of form 1040-EZ in case I screwed up when doing my taxes and I hadn’t gotten around to throwing them away. I put a blank 1040-EZ to my left and a blank piece of paper to my right. I wrote down all the information on the blank paper as I would on the form 1040-EZ. In a few minutes, I had figure out that Emily was due a refund.
“Really?” she said. “How much?”
I told her.
“That much? That is a half a week’s pay!” She continued cleaning up the kitchen as I worked, loading the dishwasher and starting a load. I couldn’t help but notice how her shorts hugged her cute little ass. I shook my head and got back to the taxes.
When I was done, I had her fill out her 1040-EZ using the information I had written out. I explained how I had done everything so she would know how to do it next year. I then searched around until I found an envelope and a stamp. I showed her the IRS’s address and she quickly had her taxes ready to be mailed.
Emily was ecstatic. She had a beautiful smile when she was happy and she was very happy. She stood up and gave me a big hug.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! What can I do to ever repay you?” Then she gave me another big hug.
It had been a long time since I had gotten a hug from a girl. I was embarrassed to notice that my dick was stiffening.
“It wasn’t a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”
She looked up at me and flashed me another pretty smile Her dimples were clearly showing. “It is a big deal to me.” She gave me another hug. “I really want to do something to show you how grateful I am.”
She was pressing her body against my now hard dick. She looked up at me and said “I know what I can do,” with a funny look on her face. She then grabbed my dick through my shorts.
I was stunned. I was totally not expecting that. Now, if Suzie had been the one that had asked about coming over, I would have fantasized about her making a move on me. It had never crossed my mind that Emily might.
She slipped her hand into my shorts and wrapped her hand around my cock. It felt so good. Then were was a voice in my head saying that this was wrong, but I couldn’t hear it over all the shouts of joy my dick was making. With her left hand, she pulled my shorts and my underwear down far enough that hard dick sprung free.
To steady myself, I sat back on the edge of table. “That feels fantastic, Emily,” I moaned. She continued moving her right hand up and down my cock. Then she used her left hand to grab my right hand and guide in to her tit. I felt no bra under her shirt. As she had small breasts, she could get away with not wearing a bra when she felt like it. It was great to touch tit flesh again.
I bent my head down towards her and she saw that I wanted to kiss. She tilted her head up and slipped her tongue into my mouth when our lips met. I moved my right hand over to her right tit. I moved my left hand to cup her marvelous firm ass. She moaned into my mouth as she continued to work her hand up and down my shaft. She frequently changed her hand position as she stroked me and each change provoked new feelings of excitement.
I wanted Emily. She might have been my cousin, but every fiber of my body wanted her as a woman. It had been so long since a woman had touched my body, all I could think of was screwing her brains out.
I wasn’t the only one with thoughts about fucking. Emily used her free hand to start pulling down her shorts and panties. She then gently pulled on my dick to guide me towards the couch in our living area. She shimmied out of her shorts and panties on the way and kicked them off at the couch. She then released my dick, grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. I had my shirt off before hers hit the floor. She grabbed my shorts and pulled them the rest of the way down. I stepped out of them. She then laid down on her back on the couch and grabbed my dick to pull me towards her. I got on the couch above her and she guided my dick into her pussy. I was in heaven.
Emily said, “We are going to have to start slow as I am not very wet yet.” She obviously wasn’t a virgin and knew what she was doing. I slid my dick a little ways in and then pulled it back out. I continued to take short strokes in and out.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “Nice and slow. Damn that feels so good.”
“It feels great to me, Emily,” I replied. “Fucking fantastic.”
I looked down at her naked body. She was lightly tanned except for the areas her bikini covered. Her dark bush was neatly trimmed. Her areolae were small, less than the size of a quarter and pinkish rose in color. Lying on her back, her small mounds kept their shape. I wanted to bend down to suck on her nipples but as she was so small, I couldn’t do that and keep up my fucking rhythm.
Instead, I focused on slowly pumping in and out of her. “That’s right,” she said, “Slow and steady. Slow and steady.” She gave me a smile and said, “Slow and steady wins the race” with a small laugh.
I was in a fucking mood, not a laughing one. Each stroke get a little easier as she got wetter. She had hooked her legs around mine to help pull me deeper and deeper into her. I had started with half of my length in her. Now, three quarters was buried in her. She was so small that she feel incredibly tight. As I kept sliding more and more of my cock into her, she kept her eyes on my face and flashing me her beautiful smile. I did a big push, buried my full length inside her and stopped there for a moment to savor the great feeling. She pulled my head down and gave me a deep French kiss.
When she broke the kiss, she said, “I think I am wet enough now.” Still, I kept the rhythm slow. I started pistoning in and out of her. She ran her hands up and down my back, adding to the wonderful sensations. All thoughts that she was my cousin were gone from my head. I was a man and she was a woman and we were doing what God had designed us to do.
She formed her mouth into an “O” and began breathing short little breaths in time with my strokes. She began massaging my nipples and waves of pleasure went off in my brain. “I love that,” I told her. She gave me a quick smile and then went back to the short little breaths.
Emily was fully lubricated now and I easily slipped in and out of her. Her pussy felt like it was molding itself to my dick. I picked up the pace and started pounding her hard. Her mouth widened and she started making grunting noises as I pushed in and out of her. I was lucky that I had whacked off a few hours earlier so I didn’t come too quickly. Still, it wasn’t long until I felt that familiar tingle down in my balls. I pushed in one last time and blasted my load into her. I then collapsed on top of her.
I didn’t put my full weight on her for long. I put my arms folded along my side and then raised myself slightly off her. She wiggled up to where she could kiss and as she did, my dick slid out of her. We kissed tenderly for a long time. As we kissed, she ran her fingers through my hair and using her light touch to control our kisses. It felt wonderful.
I said in an apologetic tone, “I am sorry…”
She interrupted me with a kiss. “It is OK. This was something I wanted to do for you.”
We went back to kissing, slow languid kisses. After a while, she put her hand on my chest and pressed it up to let me know to get off of her. We sat up and she said, “I need to get home so I can change for work. Do you have a towel I can borrow?”
“Use the light blue one in the bathroom.”
She got up and went to the bathroom. She was in there for a few moments and then she came out and used the towel to clean up the mess on the couch. She handed me the towel and quickly got dressed. I was as dumbfounded by her practicality afterward as I was by her grabbing my dick. I stood there naked, holding the towel with a dumb look on my face. She walked over to the table and took the envelope. She came back to me, stretched up to give me a short kiss on the lips and said, “Thanks again!” Then out the door she walked.
I stared at the door for a while. I had just fucked my cousin. I had fantasized about fucking many women, but never her. It had all happened so quickly and now it was over. Finally, the stun wore off. I got dressed and threw the towel in my hamper. I got a clean towel and put it in the bathroom. Then I sat down on the couch and started reading for one of my classes.