Cousin Ella.

So, in a whirlwind of clatter and demands, the family from hell descended on us.....an hour later than they said they would! Mum had cooked them a lovely roast dinner, they rock up an hour later, and the bitch of a wife complains about the food, giving mum lots of "I hope you don't mind, but to stop meat drying out like this, I always.....yardda yardda yardda". So, I noticed Ella who has just turned 16  at least having the grace to look into her lap and blush. She, if no one else in that family was embarrassed. I liked her more just for that. I liked her even mor when she said "mum, we were horribly late,..." but she was told to shut up. After our dried up dinner I helped clear away and so did Ella. Then I scuttled up to my room. I have a temper. It takes a while to,get to it, but when it's  quite savage. I watched T.V until, around 11:00pm I heard a faint tapping at my door. I decided to ignore it and see what would happen. After a pause it came again. No louder, just a faint tap. This time I gave a rather curt "come in". Ella came in and said "Sorry. I thought you might be asleep by now." Still angry at the noise her family had made about half an hour previously when they were going to their beds, I said "Some chance with all that noise going on!" Again, that simple, embarrassed blush, and Ella said, "Yes, I'm sorry. They really don't care about anyone other than themselves. It's mum, you see. She demands, she gets. Dad does exactly what she says when she says, and well, I seem to be the only one who doesn't like it." As she was speaking. Despite myself, I war,ed to this shy girl who clearly was embarrassed by her own family, and equally clearly was nothing like them herself. "may I use your bathroom?" Again, an unusual thing from this family, respect for someone else's space, and a polite request. I decided that I should drop the frosty bitch routine, at least for now. As she got ready for bed, I noticed a very pleasing figure, bigger breasts than mine, and a growth of pubic hair....haven't seen much of that for a long time....she had large green eyes, and jet black hair, and a very attractive smile. (Stopit Claire....you're celibate now, remember?) During our chat, she told me her parents didn't like her and had sent her away to boarding school. "Personally, I love it there. I don't have to put up with their bullish behaviour, well, only during the holidays." (Boarding school? Dorms? Other girls? A little lesbian action? Oh...STOP IT) She didn't seem embarrassed about being naked in front of me and she shucked on nothing but a large t shirt to sleep in. I decided two things. One, I would used the mental image of her naked for a little masturbatory fun later that night, and two, I would let her see me naked too. I shucked my dress and chucked my panties in the wash. I saw those wonderful eyes stare at my quim. "Ohhh.your....you shave? Oh I'm so dreadfully sorry. That was rude of me," I told her not to worry and that yes, I shave. Oh, I was so tempted to ask her if she'd like to look closer, but I was a very good girl. "None of the girls in my dorm shave, but I get my own room next year. I'm going to shave then!" I gave her the usual prep talk about trimming down first, and using a brand new blade each time. And we had a talk about boyfriends (hasn't got one) and I made several thinly veiled hints at girls (no direct response, but then not a sign of repugnance either...hmmmmm). So, around midnight, we climbed into my big king sized bed. There was a moments quietness then Ella said "Ummm I don't know what you do at night, but would you like to.....er.....you know.....I could wait in the bathroom if you need more privacy. Living in a dorm with five other girls it doesn't bother any of us when one of us needs to get ourselves off....we.justdo it."  (Ok Claire....take a big breath.....that's it....) "That is so considerate, and yes, I'd like to masturbate, but you don't have to go into the bathroom. In fact if you need to as well, that's fine. It's a big bed, we can just both do our thing....or things! (Giggle).  Silence.  Then I heard a soft, barely audible moan. Little more than a tone on a breath. And I knew. In that instant, that she had her hand under that t shirt an was running a finger through her hair. I too had a finger in my slit. Soon, there was a little symphony of gasps, moans, and a gentle movement of the bed. How I avoided jumping on her I shall never know.  In the end, I needn't have worried. I felt a hand touch my thigh. At first, just the outside, but then it moved to the top of my thigh. This was no accidental touch. When it started to move higher, I let my hand fall away, and I felt her fingers on me and in me. I rolled towards her, one leg high in the air to keep her access open, and I lightly brushed her leg. "May I?" Into the night came a plea laden with what I thought was years of self denial "ohh....please!" I tracked slowly up her leg to that black curly bush which was quite literally dripping, even though we hadn't been going that long. I found her clit, hard, like a small bullet, and oh, so sensitive to touch! Each little movement caused a sharp intake of breath or a moan. I removed my wet finger from her slit for a moment to smell and taste her. Such a delicate frangrance, new, light, virginal. I wanted to dive between her legs and lick her, but I knew this had to be taken slowly.  Instead, I kissed her. Gently at first, and then with increased passion."is there anything you'd like?" I asked. "Yes. I've always wanted to be......kissed......down there. Is that alright?" (Halle-fucking-Luiah! Yes it's alright!) I kissed so slowly down aellws body, it was like time stood still, down, ever downwards until I was on her lower belly, and then her mound and pubic hair and then, oh then! Then my toungue tasted a young virgin! I licked around her cunt, proved until my tongue found her hymen, then back to her clit where I did a little trick of writing the alphabet on her clit with my tongue.  That usually does it for me and it did it for her. She whispered "oh, I'm cumming" I knew this would be big for her, and I took the precaution of opening my mouth as wide as I could between her legs. Just as well, as I felt something jet into my mouth. Squirt? Pee? I really couldn't give a fuck. I swallowed whatever it was and just let her enjoy the orgasm.  When she came down from it, she said "I'd really like to kiss you ....there....but I've never done it before." I said "give me your fingers." And I guided them inside me. After I'd shown her how I like to be finger fucked, i said "Now, if you are worried about not liking the idea of kissing another girl, just try my juices on your finger first." There was silence in the darkness, while my cunt screamed for completion, and then, to my relief, I felt her move over my body and start kissing downwards......she did it more slowly than me.....much more slowly. By the time she got to my quim, I could barely stop myself cumming. Her first kisses were tentative, gentle, exploratory, then she got into the swing of it, and I soon felt her tongue alternative from my bud to my hole, and was especially thrilled to feel her tongue pressing up inside me as far as she could get. The orgas, started to build and I knew I had to warn her. Ella, I'm going to cum, and I might well squirt too. You may want to move out of the way." She didn't. Ah just kept it up until my orgasm burst from deep in my gut.  Fuck, that was good!  We cuddled up and went to sleep. In the morning, several things happened. First, we masturbated each other again. Fingers Only this time. She hasn't had her fingers inside herself, let alone anyone else, and wanted to finger fuck me, second, she decided she wanted me to shave her there and then, which I did. Third, she wanted to know if she'd squirted or peed or neither. I told her the truth with her was that yes, she had squirted, but I also,added that it wouldn't have mattered if she had peed, as most girls wouldn't have cared.  We hugged, and she thanked me for being so nice to her. I asked her if she would leave me her panties from yesterday as a souvenir.  They are in a tightly sealed plastic bag in my bottom drawer right now. Together with a rather racy letter. We have agreed to write to each other from time to time, Skype and who knows.....maybe this could be interesting. Ella's family left around 3:00pm with the mother giving her usual "hope tour not offended but...." kinds of advice, and leaving the place looking like a bomb had gone off.  Mum was very quiet.....dangerously quiet. Then she turned to dad. "I know he's your brother, but that NEVER happens again. EVER! Do you understand me?" As usual, when mum is really angry, which is something she hardly ever is, she speaks very calmly and quietly. Her voice was icy. Dad knows not to mess with her,