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A Memorable Two Nights At My Cousins: Night One

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by Tobias Way way back in 1996, me and my Dad would do the family tradition of travelling up to cheshire a few weeks before christmas. Taking gifts, food and cards with us. In cheshire live my aunt (my dads sister), her husband, and my two cousins - Peter and Rebecca. Back then, I was 15, Peter was 21 and Rebecca was 14. As long as I can remember I had always fancied Rebecca, and could sometimes swear that I was in love with her. She was always the subject of my masturbation fantasies. We would write eachother often, with our problems and help eachother as best we could. I would always smell the letters to get a faint whiff of perfume that would give me goosebumps all down my neck... Me and my dad had planned to stay just for two nights this year and felt a deep sense of frustration and regret because of that. It wasn't that I had anything planned, as I always thought I was just being silly having these feelings and they would go soon... Every year the sleeping arrangements were the same. My dad would sleep in the spare room downstairs by himself. Peter also had his own room downstairs. My aunt and her husband share a room upstairs. Next door to them I would sleep in the same room as my sexy cousin...Rebecca. A few hours after dinner and story-telling in the kitchen it was time for bed. During dinner me and Rebecca would kick eachother childishly under the table... After kisses goodnight and tooth-brushing it was time for bed. I would normally sleep on the floor of her room right next to her bed. I got undressed (I sleep in my boxers) and got into the cold sleeping bag. A few minutes later there was a light knock on the door. I said "come in". Rebecca walked in and whispered "just incase...". She announced she is going to get changed into her pyjamas. I looked away as best I could. She even sounded sexy as she undressed. The elasticated knickers snapping around her firm waist... I heard her say "done". I smiled at her as she crept into her bed. Over the past few years we have talked about relationships and sex in this room, and are quite open and respectful of eachothers feelings and opinions. But there would always be that very awkward silence before any sort of conversation would begin. It was clear that neither of us were tired. I could just about see her face and we would just smile at eachother. I took a look around where I was lying. I noticed a shoebox full of letters. "You keep my letters?" I asked "Yeah, of course, every one of them" she replied Then I noticed next to them, a pile of girlie magazines. I asked if I could have a look. "Sure...the problem pages are at the back" she told me. She knew thats all I look at them for. She asked me to throw one over to her. I did. She too went straight to the problem pages. For the next few minutes we read. I kept reading this one letter over and over. This girl wrote in asking how to give blowjobs. I sniggered, but at the same time it made me slightly horny... A while later I heard Rebecca snigger aswell. I sat up and asked her to read it out. She hessitated and then threw the magazine back at me. "left page, bottom right" she said. I read it. Some girl wrote in saying that she was in bed one night and was thinking about her boyfriend whilst touching herself 'down there'...and put a finger inside herself. She said it felt nice at the time but feels guilty now... I just said.."oh!" Strangely enough, we had never once spoke about masturbation. By then I was frequent masturbator, and thought about Rebecca lots whilst doing it. After reading that letter I badly wanted to touch myself but did as best I could to resist. I really wanted to ask Rebecca there and then if she masturbates. She was now facing the other way. I asked her if she was okay. "yeah" she replied. I asked her why she didn't want to read it. "don't know" she said. Another un-comfortable silence dawned upon us. She was still facing the other way. I put my left hand into my sleeping bag and rubbed my cock, as the sweet smelling scent wafted up my sleeping bag. But I was afraid that she was going to go to sleep and tried coughing to keep her awake until I could think of an opening to a conversation. But before I could think of anything, she turned around and asked me... "do you think of sex alot?" This took me by surprise. I still had my left hand in my boxers but she didn't seem to notice. I could see she also had an arm down the covers. "yeah...typical man aren't I? How about you?" I finally answered. She then took a quick glance at the slight movement in my sleeping bag. "Quite alot lately..." she answered. "Whys that then?" I quizzed. "Keep reading those problem pages..." she sighed. "I know what you mean...some of those letters are quite detailed..." She just gave an agreable "mmmmm....." I noticed a bit of movement under her duvet...is she actually masturbating? I kept asking myself. I really hope so... "Hey, Rebecca. Do you ever erm...touch yourself...you know, down there...when you read those letters in the magazine...?" I can't believe what I just asked. Without even thinking about it. Oh shit, I was so nervous my legs were starting to shake. I was rubbing my cock, which by then was oozing out a bit of pre-cum. She replied "afterwards I do...what about you? Are you touching yourself now?" I could hear her breathing deeply. She was facing the ceiling... "Yeah" I replied. I took my hand out of my shorts to smell my fingers. I love the smell of pre-cum. She sat up. She asked if I wanted to see this book!?!? I just said yes, not knowing what she talking about. She move to the other side of the bed. She patted the space where she was and said "get in". I didn't hesitate...I got in as she reached under her bed... She showed me a book called 'The Joy Of Sex'. There was a bookmark in it. She opened up that page. It was a pencil drawing of an erect cock. She asked me if thats what mine looks like now. She glanced down at my crotch. I replied with an "mmmmm". She then sniffed the fingers of her left hand quickly. She was making me ache so much. I just wanted to stroke myself off right then. She then put the book back under her bed, and said it was time for bed. I didn't want to go back to the floor so I stayed put. She went over to switch the light off, came back and got into bed with me. As she was getting comfortable her hand brushed against my thigh twice. We both layed down simultaneously. It wasn't completely dark. I could still make out shapes. I looked left. I could see she was looking at me. I whispered the question "are you thinking sexy thoughts now?" She said "I've got that picture in my head". "Do you want to touch yourself now?" I asked nervously. I was still shaking slightly and my rock hard cock was throbbing away. Seconds later she replied "I am..." Then there was silence. I could hear her deep breathing. I could also here sticky, squishy noises. I began to touch myself again. I put both hands down there. My left hand gripped the base of my slippery shaft whilst my right hand traversed my sticky head like a crystal ball. Then I felt a hand on belly. I took my hand out of my boxers and turned to face Rebecca. I could see her eyes. She whipered "I was thinking of you" Then I went to kiss her...full on...just like in the movies. I pressed up against her well developed heaving breasts, they were so warm. My wet right hand gripped her buttocks as I kissed her hard. We stopped. Looked at eachother again. I couldn't believe this...it had to be a dream. Nothing mattered anymore. I asked her "can I finger you, Rebecca?" Between breaths she replied "go and wash your hands first". I tip-toed to bathroom, rinsed them. I returned to the musky smelly room with cold hands and rolled back into her bed. The covers had been pushed off. She lay there ready and waiting. I lay next to her. I asked if she was sure. She kissed me on the cheek and said "of course". I placed my right hand on her belly. It was incredibly warm and soft. I could smell the perfume on her neck that smelt like the letters she sent. I let my hand slide into her pyjama trousers and into her knickers, all the time looking into her eyes. As my cold fingers brushed her pubic hair she gasped. She gripped my thigh. I felt warmth and dampness down there. I followed the shape of her pussy down towards her entrance. I circled the outer lips, applying more pressure until my middle finger slipped into her slippery hole. It was tight. She gasped again. I asked if she was okay...she just went"mmmmmm"....my finger was about two inches in and I moved it in and out, up and down. Her gasps turned turned into "aahhs". I took my finger out and went up a bit and found her clit. When I rubbed it, her grip on my thigh tighted. Her hips raised into my hand and I continiued to rub her clit, she gasped and "aahhed" as she grinded my fingers. Faster we went. Until she let out a deep breath, shuddered and realaxed...she looked away. After about thirty seconds she turned to face the ceiling. My cock was still rock hard and I was leaking alot. I smelt my fingers. My god...it smelt wonderful...I had to taste it...I licked my fingers...mmmmmm.... "Nice?" She asked...."mmmm"....I said. I turned to face her and brushed my cock against her hip in hope she would want to touch it. She didn't seem to notice. "I can't believe that" she said. "Its soo good when somebody else does it for you...thank you" she said. She put her hand back on my belly as we faced eachother again. She pressed her thigh against my hard cock. The she said "You should take your shorts off...they're soaked" I did so straight away. I was still shaking slightly. She cupped my balls. I gasped instantly. She tickled my pubic hair. "Do you think of me when you...touch...this". She gripped my shaft and squeezed it slightly. I slowly began to thrust her hand. She stopped with a kiss. She whispered "get on your back...it'll be easier". Once on my back Rebecca lay her head on my chest and began wanking me off really slowly. I ran my fingers through her hair. She kissed my belly. I could hear the squishy noises she was making with my thick hungry cock. She began using both hands to spread my pre-cum down my hot shaft and could swear I heard her suck one of her fingers. I heard her whisper things like... "oohh its soo pretty..mmmm...its soo big...I want it inside me...etc" She picked up the pace, tightened her grip while I was now stroking her buttocks. I started to moan and could feel orgasm coming soon. I was saying "thats good Becky...nice...a bit faster..." Until eventually she sat up on her knees and stroke my throbbing wet fat cock for all it was worth. She was concentrating hard and focusing on the tip of my cock. My hips raised of the bed, my mouth opened I stopped breathing and released my gushing warm cum. She slowed down and let it all run down her knuckles. She wiped her hands on the bed covers. Looked at me. Kissed me. We thanked eachother and fell asleep in eachothers arms. The musky smell of the air in that room that night was hypnotic. Disbelief kept me awake and I spent most of her sleeping hours looking at her...smiling.... Night two here we come...

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