A Silent Understanding When Caught by Cousin

I don’t know about you, but whenever I read those stories on here about some sort of encounter with a family member, I always think, ‘I couldn’t,’ but when the situation actually happens to you, trust me: it’s not so clean cut. 

This happened when I was living in Orlando a few years ago. If you’re thinking, ‘that sounds fun,’ so did I. I thought living that close to the ‘house of the mouse’ would be cool, but the appeal is fleeting once you’re there. Outside the parks it’s just…Florida. 

One bonus to the location though: my wife and I got a ton of visitors. Anytime family or friends came on vacation, or to a conference, or had a kid in an event or something - they’d come visit us too. A lot of them would even stay with us when they came. I’m kind of an introvert, but even I enjoyed the frequent company. 

Anyway, one day I got a text from my cousin. It was a bit unusual to see her number come up, not cause we were on bad terms or anything, she was just like 10 years older than me so we’d never been super close. She has a daughter too who was 16 at the time, and that’s who she was calling about. Apparently, her daughter had gotten a 3 week fellowship or something at one of the parks. It sounded like a super cool opportunity and surely a dream come true for a 16 year-old, eager to get out on her own, but my cousin was not so eager about her hormonal teen rooming in the dorms with other hormonal teens for 2 weeks; especially the slightly older guys. So, she asked if Sam, the daughter, could stay with us instead. She assured me she wasn’t quite as moody as the last time I’d seen her at a family event a couple years back, and that she would be no trouble for us. 

My wife and I instantly said yes, excited to see family, and a few weeks later Sam arrived on her plane and we picked her up to stay in our guest room. She was, definitely, much more willing to be around family then last time; a much more pleasant teen at this age.

Now, if I can say nothing else about Sam it’s this: she was an early bloomer. Her mom and dad were both tall, attractive people, and she inherited that. By the time she was like 11 or 12 she was as tall as me, and was she ever developing into a woman; she looked about 16 then. Seeing her actually at 16: puberty had been kind to her. She had a full chest on a volleyball player’s body. Her mom told me stories about her getting hit on everywhere they go by older guys who have no clue she’s under age. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not fawning over my cousin once removed (I think that’s the right term). I’m just saying: I get why her mom wouldn’t want her sleeping down the hall from the teen boys; she’d certainly have their interest. 

Anyhow, Sam was fairly easy to live with. She spent most of her time at the fellowship and was a good houseguest the rest of the time. She was great with our son, a toddler at the time, and even hung out with us some evenings, doing movie nights or playing video games with us. She was definitely a ‘Gen Z kid’ though. She usually had her EarPods in and walked around in her own world. She’d walk through a room you were in without saying anything or come in from being out and never look up on the way to her room. I didn’t take it personally, that just kind of seems to be the way most of her generation functions (she may have actually been better about it than a lot of the others I’ve met). 

So it happened late in the first week. My wife was at the office, kid was at daycare, Sam was at her fellowship, and I was working from home for the day. The work day was actually shaping up to be a pretty slow one, and after my morning meetings my mind went where it’s always gonna go when I’m home alone: my cock. What can I say, I never grew out of my horny kid phase and, when you’re married with a kid of your own, uninhibited masturbation is a sacred rarity. 

So, house to myself, I did what I do: I settled in and played with myself. When I’m in that scenario I don’t hold back at all. I get completely naked and lie completely uncovered on my bed for a long haul wank. I never even close my room door because, well, it just kind of adds to the appeal of being free to enjoy myself; this is me time and i have the run of the house for it. 

I had some good mutual masturbation porn going on my phone and my 5.5 inches pointing straight to the ceiling as I slowly cranked it with nothing getting in the way. About 3 videos and 20 minutes in, I was getting into a real rhythm and starting to build in pleasure. My strokes were moving at a decent pace as I enjoyed the full volume moans coming from the girls fingering each other on my phone screen. 

I must not have heard her slide into the house in her covert, Gen Z way as I immersed myself in my own world. As I jerked my dick though and savored the building sexual energy in myself, my eyes briefly looked to the open room door, and in the hallway I caught the sight of Sam watching me. She, I’d later found out, got sent home for a few hours as there was an event later in the day they needed her to work later for. My mind froze as I realized what I had saw, but I willed my arm, in that moment, to keep moving and my eyes to stay on the screen. What should I do?

Now, you’re probably thinking like I normally would: stop and cover up, of course! But it wasn’t that simple, really. 

My head immediately went to that option, but how terrible would that be…for both of us? For her: a teen getting caught spying on an older family member playing with themself? She’d be embarrassed as hell and would probably never look me in the eye again. Who knew how that embarrassment would screw her up. I’d feel terrible…and then I’d have to talk to her about it and deal with that awkwardness. She’s not even my kid. 

The other option though: I just keep going. I was nearly certain that Sam didn’t notice, yet, that I’d noticed her. At this point that was, in the least uncertain that I had any clue what was going on. If I kept up that guise, maybe she’d just walk away and we’d both act like it never happened. No embarrassment, no awkward, no problem. 

So, I just kept going. I kept jerking my erect dick like I was the only one there. After a minute or two of this, I covertly glanced over again, expecting to see an empty hall with Sam having run off, but when I did I realized the full situation. Sam hadn’t ran off in teenage terror, nor had she frozen in that same terror. Instead, Sam stood against the wall clearly trying to keep out of my direct sight by concealing what she could of her body behind the door frame. She had a look of study on her face as her eyes, unmistakably, were locked on my hand rubbing up and down my cock. She was…watching…taking it in. 

I kept my eyes, mostly, on the porn on my phone but my mind was on the audience of one watching me from behind the door frame, and I kept looking up or from the corner of my eye to see her still there and still watching me. Was i educating right now? Entertaining? What was she thinking?

Maybe I was getting my answer, because as she watched me masturbate and I glanced to her direction, I could see her lightly bite her lower lip. She began rubbing her hand lightly her upper arm, but in time she’d let them grace her breasts, her stomach, maybe lower. I couldn’t take in every nuance as I tried to keep up the facade of not having seen her, but even in glances I could read what was happening…

She was enjoying this; no doubt about it. 

The taboo of the situation, the wrongness: it hit my dirty mind and hard dick like a freight train. I couldn’t have been hornier, now jacking my uncut cock fast, understanding the show I was putting on. 

Within a minute or two I lowered the phone screen as I tilted my head back and let breathless moans escape my lips. I gasped as the feeling took me over the orgasm hit me. Large shots of semen fired hard, arching high into the air from the tip of my penis and onto my body. 7, 8, maybe 9 shots powered out and landed on me; the farthest as high as my throat. Maybe voyeurism is more my thing than I ever knew because I rarely have climaxes as powerful as that one. 

I came down from the feeling as my body twitched through the final waves and my hand slowed to a stop. I opened my eyes for the first time since the climax began, and instantly I glanced to the door again. Sam was gone. She must have taken her leave as quietly as possible after the big finale. 

I let out a sigh of relief as I laid for several moments and took everything in. Eventually I grabbed a towel and started cleaning up as my mind rode a rollercoaster about the situation. One moment, I’d be still on the edge of horny as I thought of Sam watching me do that - being excited by my pleasure herself, and maybe seeing a guy do that in person for the first time. The next moment, though, would be dread: I’d crossed a line, hadn’t I? I should have stopped the minute I glanced her out of my peripheral. 

I eventually decided I had to address the situation; at least to some degree. I got dressed and got my work stuff packed up to leave the house for a bit. I figured, as I left, I’d walk by Sam’s room, act like I just noticed her there, and give a semi-awkward check-in. If she said something I could apologize and plead ignorance, and if not I could rest easy knowing we would both chose to act like nothing happened. 

I took a deep breath and walked down the hall. As I approached her door, I noticed it was wide-open; odd for the ‘Gen Z kid.’ I figured maybe she’d slunk back out without me noticing. As I quietly walked past the door frame though, I found she was very much there…very much. 

There, on the guest bed, was Sam: completely naked, door open, masturbating herself. I froze in that moment, a combination of shocked, relieved, and a little excited (if I’m being honest). She laid with her legs spread wide open, crotch in full view and pointed at the open door as her fingers flew in and out of her shaven pussy. 

I didn’t even have a chance to decide what to do next or how to react, because unlike me Sam made no illusions that she didn’t notice me there. No, in that moment she made it clear that she absolutely wanted me to see this. She lifted her head from the pillow and made eye contact with me as she opened her mouth and let out a little squeal of pleasure. Her body bucked over her finger that she pressed deep inside of herself as she, too, began having an explosive orgasm. We never broke eye contact as she shuddered and twitched and clearly enjoyed each wave of her own pleasure. Before I could fully grasp what I was looking at, I’d watched her entire climax. 

As Sam came down now, she caught her breath and her face went red as she closed her legs on her own hands, still in her crotch, and she looked at me, unsure of what to say. That made two of us as I also wasn’t sure what to say, but realized I was back to hard in my pants and needed to make some move, say something before all of these realities set in. So I shot Sam a little smile and laugh as I looked down and then back up. 

“That makes two of us,” I said, to which Sam let loose a slightly embarrassed smile and laugh. “I’ve got to go out for work for a bit but no one else should be home for quite a few hours, so feel free to keep relaxing if you need it. Otherwise if you wanna get cleaned up, you can use our shower - it warms up faster and Lena’s (my wife’s) got some lotion in there she likes to use after…”

Sam just gave me a nod as she laid there, still naked with hands between her legs, getting back to a normal breathing pattern after the excitement. 

“Thanks,” she squeaked out to me. “Like, really, thanks.”

I nodded with a smile and started to walk off before stopping and looking back at her on the bed. 

“Just, you may wanna grab a fresh towel from the closet if you do,” I said to her. “The purple one on the floor, I used to…clean up,  myself.”

She gave me a little affirming smirk, clearly understanding that I had noticed her watching earlier. I smirked back and then continued out the front door. When I got out to my car, I had to just sit in the front seat for a few moments and process everything that had just happened. It took everything in me not to just touch myself again, right there in the car. When I did compose myself though, all I could do was chuckle to myself as I started the car and drove off. 

When I returned home a couple of hours later, Sam was walking out as I was walking in. Even her Gen Z self couldn’t help but acknowledge me this time as she blushed a bit and smiled; greeting me and telling me about the late work day she was off to. I wished her good luck and told her I’d see her later before she moved along to the car she was using. She looked back at me with one more toothy, genuine smile before she got in and drove off to her day. 

When I went inside I made my way back to my office down the hall and stopped at the door of the guest room for a glance. I found it looking just as it would any other day with its teen occupant, but as if nothing had happened earlier. As I took a step to head down the hall though, one thing caught my eye in the moderate mess. Right on the unmade bed, right next to the pillow that had a slight depression from where Sam had been using it…was a purple towel…my ‘clean up towel.’