“Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” – final thoughts

I would have combined Parts 1 & 2 into one chapter and Parts 3 & 4 into another.

The problem with the story is that there isn’t much chemistry between Johnny and Emily for a lot of chapters. The two times they have sex, it’s pretty much out of left field. The next two chapters are about Johnny meeting and winning the heart of Janet, one of his new co-workers. There’d be a couple more chapters, and then the relationship between Johnny and Emily would actually start developing. If I had published the series, I’d probably have a tiny audience at this point.

I’m thinking of taking the chapters about Johnny and Janet and publishing them as a romance story. Consequently, I’m not going to post any more of this story.

“Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” part 4

It was end of February and I hadn’t gotten laid in over 3 months. The phone rang around 7 pm and it was Emily. “Hey Johnny. I got all of my W-2’s, a 1040-EZ and I am ready for you to help me with my taxes. When can I come over when your roommate won’t be around?”

This was out of the blue. I had showed her how to do her taxes and she hadn’t said anything at Christmas about wanting help again. “You can come over now. I don’t have much homework tonight. Wade is working and won’t be home until after midnight.”

“Great! I will see you in a few minutes.” Then she hung up.

Why would she want to come over when Wade wasn’t around? She couldn’t want to…No! It was a one time thing. The last time I had talked with my parents, my Mom had told me that Emily was dating Toby steadily now. I guess she just wanted privacy while we talked about how much she had made last year. Still, I paced around the apartment while I was waiting for Emily. Maybe?…No!…Maybe?…No!

I heard her knock and let her in. She said “Hi, Johnny!”, gave me a small hug and kissed me on the cheek. She was carrying a folder which I assumed had all of her tax stuff. She walked over to the dining room table and put the folder down on it. She was wearing some really tight jeans and her cute little ass looked great. She turned around and looked at me with a smile. It took me a moment, but I recognized the blouse.

“Hey, isn’t that the blouse you didn’t buy that day at the mall?”

“Yes it is.” She struck a pose in it, much like she did that day in the store. “You said that I looked hot in it.” She slowly walked towards me and said, “And I want to you think I look hot…” She was next to me now and she stretched up and gave me a kiss on the lips while wrapping her arms around my head. I was a little surprised but I quickly adjusted. How I had wanted to kiss her again over the last year! The last time had been over so quickly and this time I meant to take it slow.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her up higher so we could kiss more easily. Her tongue snaked inside my mouth. I then half-carried her over to the couch and sat down on it while holding her tight. Now my hands were free to roam her body. I started by running my right hand up and down her left leg while we kissed, stopping occasionally to squeeze her ass. Then I moved my left hand to touch her right tit. She was bra-less and once again I was feeling her wonderful breasts. She stuck her hands up my shirt and was running her fingers through my chest hairs.

She broke the kiss and pulled her blouse off. I dived for her breasts and began to suck on them. The last time, I had barely touched them and over the last year, I had often regretted that. I wasn’t going to miss out this time. As I sucked on her nipples, she ran her hands through my hair and said, “Oh, Johnny, that feels so wonderful. Yes, yes, yes.”

I then sucked all around her breast to see what area she liked, using her hands on my head to gauge her reaction. She preferred to have the area above her nipple sucked on. I slipped my hand down to her crotch and began rubbing her pussy through her jeans. She lolled her head back and moaned while using her hips to press herself hard against my hand hard. I continued to devour her tits like a starving man and I was – I had waited a year for this feast.

We made out like this for a while, then she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me away while saying, “Let’s go to your bedroom”. I scooped her down the hall to my bed. She kicked her feet up to take off her jeans and panties while I took off my clothes. Once we were both naked, I knelt on the floor next to the bed and between her legs, grabbed her cute little ass and pulled her pussy towards my mouth. She hadn’t come the last time and I wasn’t going to let that happen this time. I parted her pussy lips with my tongue and gave her a lick up the right side and down the left. “That is what I want”, she purred as she held my head. I made the same circuit and heard her moan. She released my head and grabbed the covers with her hands. Mandy had enthusiastically guided me in improving my oral technique and I intended to use all of my skills on Emily. I moved to her clit, circling around it with the tip of my tongue. I licked and sucked her to a steadily raising chorus of moans and yeses. I slipped a finger inside her sopping wet pussy and began wiggling it. That put her over the edge. She did a partial crunch and then stiffened. Her mouth opened and silent cry as her orgasm hit. She held that position for a few moments and then collapsed back on to the bed.

I moved my head away from her pussy and wiped the juices on my face on my covers. I then got up on the bed between her legs. She still had a dreamy look on her face. I moved over her and as my dick neared her pussy, she reached out with her hand to guide me in. This is what she had come over for and I was happy to give it to her. She was so wet that I had no problem burying my full length in her. Emily said, “I love you, Johnny”. She put her hands above her head until they reached my headboard. Using that leverage, she slammed her hips into me as I slammed my hips into her. She said, “Love you!” on each thrust. I knew that I wouldn’t last long but I wanted to give her a good ride while I could. As I continued to pound into her, she stopped saying words and instead made a small grunt on each stroke. I admired her pretty face and wonderful body as I continued stroking into her. The waves of pleasure kept building for me and then I could feeling that wonderful tingling feeling in my balls. I slammed deep into her one last time and blasted out my load, then collapsed on the bed next to her.

We moved around so that I was on my back and Emily was half on my right side and half on the right side of my body. She felt wonderful against me. I slowly, lazily ran my hand over her back, enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin.

We snuggled for a while and then Emily said, “It is time to work on my taxes.” I got up and went into the kitchen. Emily stayed behind in the bedroom. As I spread out her tax stuff, I heard her strip my bed and then drag my hamper to the washer. Her taxes were a little more difficult this year as she had 2 W-2’s. I dug out my calculator, total up all the amounts from the W-2’s and then started on a rough draft of her taxes. Emily had started a load of laundry and came into the kitchen wearing just the blouse. She looked great naked but there was something super hot about seeing her cute little ass peeking out from under her sexy blouse.

While I worked on her taxes, she took the dirty dishes out of the sink, put them in the dishwasher and started a load of dishes. She then wandered down the hall, came back with some cleaning supplies and started cleaning the counters. I don’t know if Wade or I had ever cleaned the counters. I finished the rough draft and told her she was getting a small refund. I doubled and tripled checked everything as I wanted it to be perfect for her. I then filled out the 1040-EZ for her. I think both of us preferred that I do all the tax stuff while she gave the apartment a badly-needed cleaning.

I said, “Ready for your signature.” She came over and signed it. I folded it up and put in the envelope. I stood up, expecting a “Thank you” hug. I turned and saw that she was watching me with a sneaky look on her face. She then took my hands and pulled me down the hall towards my bedroom.

On top of my freshly-made bed was a beach towel. She smiled at me and said, “Would you like to go again?” I laughed and moved towards the bed. She whipped off her top and hopped on the bed before me on her hands and knees. She wiggled her cute little ass in my direction and asked, “Doggie style?”

There was something about seeing her like that that got me instantly rock hard. I laughed and said, “Would love to!” I got on the bed behind her and slipped my cock into her pussy and started fucking her. She had arched her back so that her tits were next to the bed. She put her arms over her head and her hands on my headboard again. I hadn’t seen her naked back before. She had obviously been tanning with her bikini top untied as she didn’t have a bikini line across the back. Her skin looked flawless to me and her shoulders were dotted with freckles. I tried my best to memorize what she looked like as I knew I might never see her like this again.

Emily was more talkative in this position. “Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me. Good it feels so good. Oh yeah, oh yeah.” I pulled out and drove in, pulled out and drove in, picking up speed and power with each thrust. I loved holding her by her small waist as I plowed in to her over and over. Our bodies made slapping noises as I slammed into her. Emily had stopped saying words and was saying “Aah!” on every stroke.

I was close to coming. I was panting hard and my body was coated with sweat. This had been an awesome fuck so far. Emily said, “I am almost there, Johnny. Keep fucking me.” I banged her a few more times and then I felt her body stiffen. AS her body convulsed with pleasure, I slammed into her one last time and blasted into her. I knelt there for a little while longer, savoring the wonderful feelings and admiring my sexy cousin. And then I pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her.

Emily resumed her position of half next, half on my right side. I held her close and we quietly snuggled for a while. I eventually broke the silence by asking with a bemused tone, “Is this also a one time thing?”

“You must think I am awful,” she said. “Cheating on my boyfriend with you.”

“I think you are wonderful, Emily,” and then I kissed the top of her head. Her hair had a wonderful fragrance.

“Toby’s family is very religious and very conservative. They have pounded into Toby’s head ‘No sex before marriage’. Right now, we make out like junior high school kids expecting their parents to walk into the house at any moment – lots of kissing and petting, but the clothes stay on. Those make out sessions leave me hot and bothered. I hadn’t thought about doing anything with you until I got my first W-2, and then I couldn’t think of anything else. I went to the mall and bought that blouse. After I got my other W-2, I called when I thought Wade wouldn’t be home.”

“I love you, Emily. I am glad you called. Really, really glad. But I would still love you if you hadn’t.” I hugged her tight, savoring the feel of her skin against me. I wanted her to know how special I thought she was. She gave me a strong hug back.

We went back to snuggling for a few minutes. Then I asked, “So are you going to come over again for some release?”

“No. I think I needed just this one time.” She sat up. “I feel much better now and hopefully I can convince Toby to start acting like a high schooler.” She smiled at her joke. She got up and started getting dressed.

I got up, threw the towel into the hamper and got dressed too. We held hands as we walked to the kitchen. She gathered up her stuff and we held hands again as I walked her to the door. I was so happy that I felt like I glowed. At the same time, I was sad that it was over.

She stretched up and gave me a short, passionate kiss. She gave me a big smile and said, “Who knows? Maybe I will need tax help again next year.” She winked, smiled and then went out the door.

“Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” Part 3

After an hour of reading, I closed the book and went to bed. I replayed in my head over and over again all of Emily’s visit. I faded off to sleep happy for the first time in a long while.

The alarm went off and I got up and got ready for work. Emily was on my mind the whole shift. She had seduced me. She was my cousin. She had a hot body. My parents would have a heart attack if they knew. She was one of the nicest people I knew. Her parents would have a heart attack if they knew. She would be a ton of fun to take out on a date. She was my cousin.

When work was done, I went to school. I turned in my Marketing paper. I only paid half attention to all of my classes as my thoughts kept going back to Emily. I kept thinking, “How is this going to work out? What do I do next?”

When classes were done, I went back home. Wade was still at college and would leave for work from there. I called up Emily.

“Hey Emily. How are you doing?”

“Good”. Her voice sounded measured.

“Would you like to come over?”, I asked.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea.” There was a pause. I think she was looking to see if Suzie was in hearing distance. “That was a one time thing, Johnny. It was a lot of fun, but we are cousins.”

My heart went thump. I knew it was the right thing for her to say, but I hated hearing it. I had tried to think of how we could make a relationship work and I hadn’t thought of a way.

“I understand. I really enjoyed it, but you are right.”

There didn’t seem much more to say. I said bye and hung up.

Our fling was the one bright spot in a rather bleak year. I started looking around for a different job for the summer. I hoped that my three years of Business classes would qualify me for a good paying job in an office somewhere, but I couldn’t find one. I did set up a tutoring job on campus for the fall. It paid more per hour than stocking shelves, but was only 20 hours a week. I needed to keep stocking shelves for the rest of the summer to get me through the next school year.

I didn’t see Emily again until her birthday on May 8th. That evening, I drove over to her parents and met everyone there. My sister Sarah had gotten married last year after graduating from college and had moved out to the West coast with her husband. Emily’s brother Del had joined the Navy after he graduated from high school and was on a cruiser patrolling the Mediterranean. So it was just my parents, my aunt and uncle, Emily and me. When I arrived at my Aunt and Uncle’s, Emily gave me a small hug and a kiss on the cheek, just like always. We went out to Emily’s favorite restaurant for dinner. I had thought about buying her something elaborate for her birthday, but we were just cousins, right? So I bought her a gift certificate like usual, this time to the clothing store where she had tried on the sexy blouse. She gave me a knowing smile. Dinner was fun and when it was over, she gave me another small hug and kiss on the cheek. We were back to being close cousins.

Her birthday was a nice break from my bleak life. I knew I needed to do something to keep myself from going insane. I started referring to my life as “solitary confinement”. During one of the last days of the school year, I saw a flier for catamaran sailing lessons at a nearby lake. It was an eight week course for a reasonable amount of money. As I was growing up, my parents had taken me camping several times each summer and when I had seen people sailing catamarans, I had always thought that that looked like a blast. I could get to the lake after work in time for the lessons.

I drove out for the first lesson. The place was a sailboat rental place and they did the lessons first thing in the morning before many of their sailboats were rented. The first day was all lecture on water safety and the basics of sailing. The next week they partnered us up and we took turns sailing the catamarans. The lesson was only an hour, but that was long enough for me to have a great time.

I didn’t see Emily again until the Fourth of July. My dad and my uncle alternated hosting holidays and it was my Dad’s turn to host. I had the day off. I tried to go to sleep early, woke up at 4 and headed over. I was going to feel like crap for days, but that is what you do for family. Dad cooked burgers and dogs and then we ate picnic fare outside. I talked about my sailing lessons. Emily was still waitressing even though she still didn’t like it. She had changed restaurants and no longer worked with Suzie, though they were still roommates. After dinner, we packed into my Dad’s car and drove down to the city park. The city’s all-volunteer orchestra put on a performance and then when it was dark enough, the city put on a fireworks show. Once the show was over, we all piled back into my Dad’s car and headed home. At no time during the time we were together did Emily act any different than she always had. Though we sat next to each other in the back seat, there were no illicit touches. It had been a one time thing.

After I finished my lessons, I was ready to take someone sailing. I called up Emily and asked her if she wanted to go sailing with me. She said yes. I picked her up, took her out to the lake and we sailed around for a couple of hours. She look great in a yellow bikini with blue polka dots that showed off her firm body. We then drove back home. I had had a great time being with her, but it was as cousins. Tax day had been a one time thing.

Del came home for a 30 day leave and I spent all the time I could with him. Del was my best friend and I missed him while he was away. Del didn’t drink or smoke, which was unusual for a sailor. He loved that the Navy gave him free housing and meals. He didn’t own a car. Most of his paycheck went into his savings. He loved being based in the Mediterranean and when he got shore leave, he would spend his days exploring the city he was at. Del’s plan when he graduated from high school was to serve four years and then go to college. Del told me that he was enjoying the Navy life so much that now he was thinking of being a “lifer dog”. He was definitely going to re-up for two more years.

I took him sailing when he got home and he loved it. He wanted to go sailing every day, but didn’t want to pay the rental fees. He proposed that he buy a catamaran, we would use it while he was here and then I would sell it after he left. I agreed. He bought the boat and we found a place at the lake to store it. We spent the rest of his leave sailing every day. As we drove to the lake, Del would show me pictures of his Mediterranean travels and tell me stories about the cities. We would sail until lunch time then Del would tell me more stories as we drove back.

Del’s leave ended and then summer was over. I sold the boat for close to what we paid for it. My Uncle hosted the Labor Day cook out. I had a fun day with family, but was ready for school.

School started and my “solitary confinement” came to an end. My classes were really hard, but tutoring was a lot of fun. I quickly established a regular clientele. Tutoring was free, but very few students took advantage of it. The ones that were smart enough to do so (and I hadn’t been) came back over and over. A sophomore named Mandy was one of my regulars and we hit it off. One day, I suggested we go out for a dinner and a movie and she happily agreed. I got a nice kiss on the first date, I got to feel her breasts on the second and we had oral sex after the third. It was so great to have a girlfriend again. I would go over to her apartment, tutor her for a while and then we would head for the bedroom. Mandy loved oral sex and we did that only for a while, but she did eventually let me fuck her. Mandy was pleasant, but not that bright and we didn’t have much in common. By mid-November, I had so much homework that I didn’t have much time for our “private tutoring” and we drifted apart.

Thanksgiving was at my Dad’s house. It was typical for our family to invite others over for Thanksgiving dinner. I invited Wade and Emily invited Suzie. My parents had invited a young couple from church and my uncle had invited someone from his work. I tried chatting up Suzie and got the same response as the first time. She and Wade hit it off though. They started dating and she started spending the night regularly. Sigh. I was so buried in homework and finals that I didn’t have time to worry about it.

December 12th was my birthday. I got to pick the restaurant this time. It was the 6 of us again. All the birthday presents I got had to do sailing. Emily gave me a “I’d rather be sailing” T-shirt with a picture of a catamaran on it. I wondered if anyone sold “I’d rather be ballin’ my cousin” T-shirts. The dinner was a nice break from the grind of finals.

Christmas was at my Uncle’s. For Christmas, each family would open presents at their own house, and then get together for a big family dinner. My sister and her husband Kevin flew in for Christmas and stayed in her old room. Del didn’t make it, but he hadn’t made any holidays since joining the Navy. We went over to my Aunt and Uncle’s for the Christmas meal. As I wasn’t working over the Christmas break, I spent the whole time living at my parents’. My Aunt, Uncle and Emily came over a lot as they hadn’t seen Sarah since graduation. One day, I overheard Emily talking to my Aunt about a date she was going to go out on that evening.

My Aunt said, “You should date more. You haven’t had a boyfriend since high school.”

Emily replied a bit peeved, “I date plenty, Mom. I just haven’t found any boy that I want to get serious with.”

The next day, I asked her how her date went and she said, “It went well. Toby was really nice, a lot nicer than most of the guys I have gone out with.”

Over the Christmas break, I thought a lot about Emily. Thinking back on things, I decided what she had done was a Mercy Fuck. I had been so down when she had come over. And it worked! I felt much better after we had fucked. Reliving the mall-to-the-couch episode was one of my favorite ways of jerking off. Each time I saw her, I was proud that I had had a girl that was that cute and wonderful. I had always loved her as a cousin and now I loved her even more.

My last semester started. Classes were important, but what was really important was finding a job. I had done some interviews in the Fall semester, but I hadn’t interviewed yet for the job I really wanted. The biggest employer in town was the corporate headquarters of a big corporation. I was hoping to land a Marketing job there. Every year, they recruited a small group of college students from all over the country and I thought my grades were good enough to get me considered. I had put my resume in before Christmas break and three weeks into the semester, I had my on-campus interview with them which I thought went well.

A few weeks into one of my classes, the instructor assigned us randomly to teams and we had a team project to do that was going to be half of our grade. One of my teammates with Darlene. I had had classes with her before but hadn’t taken much interest in her as she was 30-40 pounds overweight. However, she had a sharp sense of humor and during team meetings, she would have me in stitches. I started to think seriously about asking her out.

“Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” part 2

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.

“Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” part 1

It all started over 20 years ago on the Saturday before April 15th. I went to the mall for lunch and as I walked around the food court, I spied my cousin Emily and her roommate Suzie eating.

“Hi, Emily. Hi, Suzie. May I join you?”

“Hey, John. Please do,” said Emily with a smile. Suzie also said yes, but not as enthusiastically

I sat down across from Suzie and asked her, “What ya doing today?”

Suzie was a pretty girl. She had dirty blond hair, a roundish face, blue eyes and a largish nose. She wasn’t as pretty as my last girlfriend. OK, she wasn’t that pretty at all, but it had been so long since I had any female companionship that I was in beer-goggles-while-stone-cold-sober mode.

“We’re going to do some clothes shopping before going to work.”

When they had graduated almost a year ago, Emily and Suzie had gotten jobs waiting tables and had moved in together. I hardly knew Suzie. She, Emily and I had gone to the same high school, but they had been two grades behind me.

“Any particular store?”

“No. We’re going to walk around and look for something interesting.”

I kept up the conversation with Suzie the best I could. Emily would join in now and then, but she mostly let Suzie and I talk. At one point when couldn’t think of anything more to say, I hoped Suzie would keep up the conversation. However, it was Emily who asked, “What are you up to?”

“Avoiding working on a Marketing paper.” I was a junior in college, studying Business. “It is due Monday and I just can’t get motivated to work on it.”

Suzie snickered. “I am glad I don’t have to do that shit anymore.”

Thanks for all the interest, Suzie. Suzie and Emily talked about some co-worker. I knew some of their co-workers from high school, so we chatted about them. We chatted about other people we knew from high school.

When I had finished my lunch, Emily asked, “Do you want to go shopping with us?”

“That’d be nice.”

We walked around the mall for a while, hitting various clothes stores. I used the opportunity to check out Suzie’s body. She was about 5’5″ and was wearing a T-shirt and designer jeans. The jeans nicely showed off her sweet ass. She was nicely endowed with tits that looked like two baseballs stuffed under her T-shirt. Emily saw that I was checking out Suzie regularly and would flash me a smile about it whenever Suzie wasn’t looking. Suzie had her hair in a pony tail that hung down to the small of her back. It swung alluringly as she looked around. Emily repeatedly steered the conversation to topics where Suzie and I had something in common. I was really hoping to hit it off with Suzie.

At one store, Suzie and Emily found a blouse that they both liked. They each took one and went into the changing area to try them on. I was prepared to hang out in the store while they tried them on, but then the clerk said, “There is a chair in the changing area you can sit on while you wait.” The chair was a big throne like thing that had its back to the partitions that were the changing cubicles. I went in and sat down on it.

I imagined Suzie in the changing cubicle with her shirt off and got hard. I heard Emily say, “So what do you think of John?” They hadn’t heard me come in and were talking about me over the cubicle walls.

“He seems OK”, Suzie replied without much enthusiasm.

“He is a funny, caring guy. Sexy too.” Emily was doing all she could to help me close the sale.

“I don’t think he is my type.”

Damn! I didn’t want the girls to know that I had overheard them, so I got up from the chair and went back out to the store. The girls came out in their blouses.

“What do you think, John?” asked Emily.

“You both look hot in them.”

They both did. The blouses had a “V” cut in front the showed off some pretty skin and drew my attention to their tits. The blouses hugged tightly around their tits in a way that made them look much bigger. Then the blouses went straight down from there in a way that that emphasized their fit bodies. Suzie went over to the mirror and struck a variety of poses. I was hit with the urge to go over and grab her ass. Unless something changed radically, I would never be able to grab Suzie’s sweet ass. Another opportunity for female companionship that was slipping away from me.

Emily smiled and then mimicked Suzie by striking the same poses in front of me. Emily was a cutie. She was shorter than Suzie at 5’2″ with a tomboy body – hardly any tits to speak of, but a cute little ass. She had a button nose, pretty brown eyes and thick deep brown hair in a pixie cut. She had high cheekbones and dimples when she smiled. She had freckles across her tanned face, which helped her look a couple years younger than 19. She did look very hot. I smiled at her quiet joke.

Suzie turned back to us and said, “I am going to buy it. How about you, Emily?”

“I am going to pass.”

They went back into the changing area, changed back into their own clothes and then Suzie bought the blouse. We left the store and wandered around for a while longer.

“Have you two got your taxes done?” I asked.

“My Dad did mine a while ago,” said Suzie.

Emily sighed. “I haven’t done mine yet.”

“Why don’t you have your Dad do yours?”

“Because I want to do things on my own,” she replied forcefully. I understood. She had moved out as soon as she could because she wanted to be own her own and now she didn’t want to go back to her Dad if she could avoid it.

“I can help you do them.” After she tried so hard to get Suzie interested in me, it seemed the least that I could do.

“Really? That would be so helpful.” Emily flashed me a small smile. “I have been dreading them and putting them off, but I have to do them now and it has really been getting me down.” Her voice kept dropping as she said the last sentence and at its end, she was looking at the ground.

“I did my taxes and it wasn’t very hard. Yours should be pretty easy.”

“You know what a mathphobe I am. Anything with numbers isn’t easy for me.” Her head was still down and she sounded really frustrated and disappointed with herself.

“Come over tomorrow and I will do them for you.”

She finally raised her head and looked at me. “When?” she asked.

“After lunch?”

“I am free then,” she said. Then she gave me a quick hug and said, “Thanks. I really appreciate the help.” The smile came back to her face. Crisis close to solved.

“I need to go home,” I said. “I will see you tomorrow. Bye, Suzie! Bye, Emily!” They both said “Bye” and I walked off towards the parking lot. I needed to get home because it was time for me to go to sleep.

My parents had saved up some money for my college, but it only paid for my first two years and that was with me living at home. I had wanted to be out on my own so I had found an apartment with my roommate Wade. To pay for it all, I worked the 11 pm to 7 am shift stocking shelves at a grocery store. I got paid well over minimum wage for the work, but there was a reason why the job paid so well – working the graveyard shift sucked.

My classes were first thing in the morning, so I had to sleep in the afternoon and evening. That killed my social life. While my friends were going out and having fun, I was snoozing. I had tried a few times getting up early or staying up late to do things with them, but it screwed up my sleep schedule and I felt like shit for days afterward. My last girlfriend dumped me because it was so hard to do anything fun with me. At this point, I was resigned to not having a social life for this school year and planned to get a different job once the school year was over.

I got to the apartment to see Wade getting ready to go off to work. He too waited tables but at a different restaurant than Emily and Suzie. With our different work schedules, we hardly saw each other. I said “Hi!” and went to my bedroom, got into bed and went to sleep.

“Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” – an intro

As I said, I’m going to start posting here stories that I don’t think are worth taking the time to finish. “Helping My Cousin With Her Taxes” is the very first erotic story I wrote. It was going to be huge. 125K words? 8 chapters? I wrote the first four chapters and decided to take a break from to write and publish the much shorter “Heather and Michael”. That was such a great decision. I realized from the feedback from my editor for “Heather and Michael” that I need to greatly improve my technical writing skills. 125K words of bad prose would be a daunting thing to edit. When my writing skills had improved, I picked up this story again and realized that it wasn’t an appealing I/T story.

Something upcoming for this blog

Because I write and edit so slowly, I have to be strategic about what I work on. If I think a story won’t do well, I’ll stop working on it and move to another story. As a consequence, I have a lot of partially written stories on my hard drive. There’s part of me that thinks “Someday I’ll come back to those stories and finish them.” But I keep getting new story ideas faster than I can write them. I’ve got a story that’s in beta-reading, a story that’s mostly written, and I’ve got another story that’s two-thirds written and I’ve got two more stories mapped out in my head. That’s easily a year’s worth of writing right there for me.

So I’m going to start publishing stories on this blog that I’ve partially written and I think I’ll never finish. I hate to have all the time I spent writing those stories go to waste. Hopefully people will get some pleasure from the writing. Maybe people can convince that one of the stories I think is meh is actually good.

That means that people will see my raw writing. Warning! It’s not good. Lots of typos and mistakes. It takes a lot of work to get my stories up to the quality level I want before I publish them.