Kind of Taboo - With My Cousin

    To begin with, I have no sisters - only two brothers several years younger than me - so I never had anything happen like some of the very erotic brother-sister stories that I have read here on Solo Touch.

    Sherri is my first cousin - she's my mom's brother's daughter. She's 14 months younger than me. We were close growing up, she had an older sister and no brothers, so she and I got to be good friends. We only lived a few blocks from each other, and we spent a lot of time together.

    Sherri and I would pretty much talk about anything and everything - boyfriends, girlfriends, even a little bit about sex and masturbation. I found out from her that girls liked to masturbate - who knew? And I admitted to her that guys pleasured themselves too. At least I did.

    But it never went beyond just talking, even though I'd always get an erection when Sherri and I would talk about sex. And it didn't help that she was just so darn good looking. Kind of short and petite - about 5 ft 4 inches tall, with smallish B-cup breasts. Lovely lips and light brown eyes. Sherri would notice my erection and tease me about it, when she could see it bulging under my pants. Later, I'd have to masturbate that night before I could go to sleep. I would fantasize about Sherri while I jacked off, and I wondered how she would look nude. But we never did anything more than just talk. We never even kissed. I wanted to very much. And maybe she did as well. But it just seemed wrong, somehow, so neither of us acted on it.

    Then, after Sherri graduated from high school, her Dad took another job and moved to the entire family to Boise, Idaho - several hundred miles from where I lived, so we didn't get to see each other for quite some time. I did fly out to Boise to go to her wedding a couple of years later. Then several more years passed, Sherri had two kids, and then she got divorced a few more years after that. Her ex-husband Kurt moved a couple of hours away from Boise, but Sherri and the kids stayed there. She now works as a nurse in one of the big hospitals in Boise.

    About two years ago, I needed to make a business trip to Boise that would last two weeks. I sent Sherri an email to let her know I'd be in Boise and would be free for a weekend. Almost immediately I got an excited email back from her; she was looking forward to seeing me again.

    So, after I got settled into my hotel, I called Sherri on the phone to let her know I was in town.  Since I had a rent car, we decided that I'd drive over to her house on Friday evening, pick her up and take her a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant.

When Sherri came to the door, she still looked amazing. More mature, certainly. But she was still in good shape. Her breasts were a little larger - probably full B-cup, and her hips were a bit rounder, but she was still nice and trim and petite - especially for a mother of two high school-age kids. Apparently, her hours of nursing shift work kept her in shape.

    We were both dressed casually. Sherri had on blue jeans that fit her curves nicely, with a scoop-neck cotton pull-over shirt. And she had on an apparently thin bra that showed a nice amount of cleavage with just a hint of nipples pointing the front of her bra and shirt.

    She grabbed me, gave me a quick full-on-the-lips kiss, and hugged me hard. I gave her a firm hug in return. She smelled so nice; she must have showered just before I came over. I felt her full breasts pressing against my chest, and my cock started to get a bit hard, just before she stepped back.  Fortunately, I wasn’t embarrassed for her to feel my rising cock.

    We had a nice time catching up over dinner and a couple glasses of wine. I asked her how she stayed in such great shape. She told me that she had a Stairmaster at home, and she tried to spend at least 30 minutes on it every day. "Well it works for you. You really do look good," I told her. She thanked me and smiled kind of sexily.

    After a couple hours of chatting there in the restaurant, I drove her back to her house. The sun had already set for the day. Sherri invited me in so we could visit some more - her high-school aged kids were away with their dad Kurt for the weekend.

    Sherri put on some background music and left just a couple of lights on in her living room. Sherri opened up a bottle of wine, and we sat beside each other on there on her couch while we talked. I enjoyed chatting and looking at her face and figure. And I could see just far enough down her cleavage to want to see some more of her breasts.

    I hadn't been paying all that much attention to how much wine I was drinking, and when I stood up to go to the bathroom to take a piss, I kind of stumbled and it was apparent that I shouldn't be driving. Sherri pretty much demanded that I should stay at her place that night. She told me that I could sleep in the guest bedroom, that way I wouldn't have to drive myself back to the hotel. I agreed, and after I finished in the bathroom, I sat back down beside her. Sherri had put together a quick plate of cheese and crackers to go along with the wine.

    The wine started relaxing both of our inhibitions, I guess. Sherri asked "Joe, do you remember some of the things we talked about when we were teens?"

    "Sure, I do. Your boyfriends, my girlfriends. Lots of stuff."

    "Well, remember when we talked about sex? And then when I told you that I liked to rub my breasts and play with my pussy? And I asked if you masturbated? And you got embarrassed, but finally admitted that you did play with yourself sometimes. Remember that?" Sherri asked me.

    "Yes, I do. I do remember those times. And I also remember going home horny and needing to get myself off before I could go to sleep," I told her. As I looked at her, I could feel my cock starting to rise again.

    "And I bet you masturbated a lot more than you admitted, didn't you?" Sherri asked as she smiled kind of sexy at me.

    "Well, yeah. I did. A lot more. And please don't get pissed off at me when I say that back then I was usually thinking about you when I did." I grinned back at her.

    "I like that you admit that. It makes me feel sexy. And honestly, many of the nights I was thinking about you when I was fingering myself. Damn it, Joe, I miss those talks. I don't have anyone that I can be that open with anymore," she told me.

    "Joe, you still masturbate, don't you?" Sherri wanted to know.

    "Well, yeah. Of course. Don't you?"

    "Sure, I do. When I get the opportunity, anyway. Which is difficult sometimes, with all the kids' school activities, and my work schedule. Sometimes I'm so tired and frazzled at night, after my half hour on the Stairmaster, I just want to sleep. I’ve got a few toys to help me – its faster that way when I’m pressed for time. But honestly, I haven't been with a guy for a long time. My social life has had to take a back seat to everything else. I just don't have time to get into a relationship with anyone," Sherri told me.

And then she smiled at me - kind of sexy like. Then she licked her lips and looked at down my crotch. And in a bit of a husky voice, she said "I see you still have that bulging thing there inside your pants."

    I wanted to hear her say it. "What thing are you talking about?"

    "Well, your cock, of course. It looks like it's getting stiff again," Sherri smiled at me.

    "Yeah, it is. You’re turning me on talking like this. It’s like it used to happen when we were talking sexy stuff back in high school. And now you're showing me just enough of your breasts to get me going," I told her.

    Sherri moved closer to me, looked up and smiled. "I’ve always wanted to see your cock. And I imagined it when played with myself, thinking about you laying there in your bed jacking off. Tonight, we have the chance to do it, with just the two of us here in the house. And I'll let you see all of my tits. And more." Sherri licked her lips as she said that.

    "Damn, Sherri. I don't know. We're cousins. That's kind of wrong," I mildly protested to her.

    "Oh, Joe." Sherri said. "We're adults now. And we don't have to fuck, unless you want to. Why don't we start with just playing around? Maybe we can play with each other. Or maybe we can watch each other masturbate. I just need to get all horny and sexed up and then get off with someone. I’m tired of just doing it all by myself. There's nothing wrong with you and me pleasuring each other. No one else will ever know, and besides I don't give a shit what anyone would think anyway."

    And then she snuggled up closer to me and rubbed her hand on my chest a few times and then slid it down over my stomach and lightly rubbed my now very hard cock.

    "Please Joe, just stay the night here with me. Kurt has the kids until late Sunday evening, so we have the place to ourselves. I need some companionship tonight. Please..."

    Well, I guess I had enough wine and Sherri had made me horny enough, and with her sexy pleading, my reluctance disappeared. "Okay, Sherri. I've got the weekend free. My fantasies about you when we were younger are going to become real, I guess. I hope." I leaned my head down and kissed her. Sherri kissed me back enthusiastically, and our tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. I caressed her breasts with one hand and felt her nipples got harder.

    Sherri moaned softly as I did that, and she ran her finger tips up and down my cock, which was still trapped inside my pants. Then she moved back a bit and took off her shirt and bra and gave me full view of her lovely B-cup titties. So firm, with no sag at all. I just sat and stared at them for a while. Her areolas were smallish – a bit bigger than a quarter. And her nipples were stiff and full. Her breasts were just the right size for her petite figure. Sherri was certainly several years more mature than back when we were in school, but she was just as lovely and sexy. She stood up and then sat on my lap facing me, with her legs on each side of mine, and unbuttoned my shirt. She pushed it back over my shoulders so that she could rub her hard nipples up and down on my chest. I cupped her breasts gently with both hands and pinched her nipples gently.

    Sherri reached down and fumbled a bit with my belt before she could get my pants unbuttoned and my zipper down.  Next, she put her hand inside my underwear and stroked my by then extremely hard cock.

I gently pushed her off me onto the couch. I stood up and removed my shirt and pants and left just my boxers on. I sat back down beside Sherri again, and we went back to kissing deeply as I gently rubbed her boobs and tweaked her nipples some more, making her squirm.

    I moved my hand down and opened her jeans so I could reach inside and slide my hand down the outside front of her panties. As I felt her mound from the outside, I noticed the heat and moisture that was already soaking them. A sexy aroma of heated up pussy drifted up from inside her jeans.

    Sherri ran a couple of her fingers inside the fly of my boxer shorts, and she lightly stroked up and down on my erection. When she did that, I used my left hand to move down inside her panties, and I felt her trimmed patch of pussy hair. I let my middle finger probe lightly in between her pussy lips. She was so wet and juicy and hot and slick. She moaned more. "Oh, damn, Joe. That feels good. Please finger-fuck me. Harder!"

    As I pushed my middle finger deeper inside her pussy, she pulled my cock out through the fly of my boxer shorts. I had some pre-cum flowing already, and Sherri rubbed her palm over the end of my cock, getting her hand wet, and she began to stroke me faster. Then it was my turn to moan a bit. I wanted to get her jeans and panties off so I could have better access to her pussy, so I pulled my hand out and grabbed her hand to stop her from trying to make me cum too soon.

    We both panted hard as I pushed her gently back on the couch. I stood up and grabbed the waist band of her jeans and pulled them down and off her legs, and then I did the same with her panties. Finally, there was the Sherri of my many fantasies - fully nude in all her sexy glory. Firm breasts, tight stomach muscles, great hips and very shapely legs. She was laying back with her legs spread apart just enough to give me a good view. Her bush was trimmed into a nice triangle, and her pussy lips were engorged. She let me stand there and look at her for a few more seconds, then with an almost wild look in her eyes, Sherri sat up and reached over to me and pulled down my boxers. That caused my cock to bend forward and then bounce back up when it got hung up in the fly of my boxers. Sherri laughed as she watched my erection bounce up and down a couple time. My boxers dropped to the floor and I stepped of them and left them laying on the floor.

    Sherri grabbed me by my arms and pulled me back down onto the couch beside her, and almost attacked me. She grabbed my left hand and pulled it to her mouth, sucked on my middle finger which had been inside her pussy. After she tasted it for a bit, she lubed my finger with her saliva. Then she put my hand back down onto her pussy and pushed that same middle finger back between her pussy lips. As soon as I returned to fingering her, she started stroking my cock full length, now unimpeded by my boxers.

    “Holy, shit! Sherri, you’re gonna make me cum!” I groaned while I tried to resist spurting my cum on her.

    Sherri stopped stroking my cock and put both of her hands on my one hand that rubbed her pussy, and she pushed my middle finger deeper inside her. I could feel her heat and flowing juices, and her pussy muscles pulsed on my finger. I had my other hand on the back of her head as we kissed and tongued each other hungrily.

    Sherri kept her pressure on my finger with one hand and returned her other hand to my cock and resumed stroking it. Faster and faster she stroked me, and I could feel her own climax beginning. She moaned harder, and I felt her legs squeeze my hand tightly, and her vaginal muscles clenched harder on my finger.

    When I realized that she was cumming, I couldn't hold back any longer myself, and I felt my cock start to throb. I shot several strings of cum on myself and onto Sherri's legs. We both continued to have those great little post-orgasmic convulsions for at least another minute as we began to relax, and our breathing slowed down. Sherri relaxed the grip her legs had on my hand, and I slowly removed my finger. I brought it up to my face and sniffed her sexy pussy aroma. Sherri grabbed my hand, and we both licked her so tasty pussy juices off my finger and palm. Then Sherri used one finger to lift a glob of my cum up so she could sniff it. Then she stared me right in my eyes and put that finger in her mouth, slowly sucking my cum off it. We continued to kiss, and she used her hand to spread around the remaining globs of cum that was on my lower stomach and her legs. I kissed her a couple more times, and then I sat back away from her, and started to feel bad about what we had just done..

    "Damn, Sherri. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. You're my cousin, dammit." I started to apologize, and I felt like I had crossed a line that I shouldn't have.

    "Joe, you stop that kind of talk right now!" Sherri replied. "I've wanted to do this with you for years. You don't know how much I was in love with you when we lived there in California near you and your family. I've always dreamed about doing this. And when you emailed me and said you wanted to visit, I hoped we'd do just this very thing. And now we have, and it was wonderful. I'm in no way ashamed or embarrassed, and I won't stand for you to be either. You just can't be. This is the best thing that's happened to me in years." She looked at me with little tears in her eyes and a quiver in her lower lip, and I saw that it would hurt her if I continued to let her think that it bothered me.

    So, I smiled at her and kissed her again. "You're right. It really was wonderful and exciting and a total fulfillment of my early and continuing fantasy. I thank you for that, and I love you for this."

    We sat there on the couch, both totally nude, and kissed for quite a while. Then Sherri decided we needed some more wine. She got up to open another bottle. I sat there and watched as she walked away, totally nude and not uncomfortable about it at all.

    When she came back with the opened bottle, she had an impish smile and a sexy twinkle in her eye. "Let me ask you something, Joe."

    "Sure. What do you want to know?"

    "Well, back when we lived close to each other, and you said you went home to masturbate sometimes after our talk, how did you do it?" Sherri asked.

    I smiled back at her. "What do you mean - how did I do it? I grabbed my cock and slid it up and down."

    "Well, yeah. I assumed that." She said. "But were you standing up, or sitting on a chair, or laying down on your bed?"

    "Usually I was laying on my back on my bed. I'd lay there with my eyes closed and imagine I was looking at you. You'd be naked and playing with your breasts and fingering yourself." I told her.

    Again, with that sexy smile, Sherri said "Well, how about we do that now. And it won't have to be just a fantasy anymore. For either one of us. I used to daydream about watching you jack yourself off."

    I pretended to think about it for a while, but my mind filled with the eroticism of it, and I felt my cock begin to stiffen again. "Sounds like a good idea." I said.

    "Stay here on the couch. I'll be back in a minute." Sherri told me. I watched her lovely nude backside as she walked to her bedroom. After a minute of hearing her open a couple of dresser drawers, I got to see her lovely nude frontside as she walked back into the living room. She had two towels, one of those double-head rabbit style vibrators and two different bottles of lube. She gave me one of the bottles and one of the towels and said "Joe, lay back on the couch there like you said you did on your bed back home. I'm going to sit over here on this chair and play with myself and watch while you play with yourself."

    Damn, Sherri was such a horny little lady. I couldn't have come up with a better plan myself. Sherri had a single person chair that matched her sofa, and she turned it, so it was facing me there on the couch. She put one of the towels on the chair seat, and then sat on the edge of it with her legs open and her feet on the floor. She leaned back and lightly massaged her breasts pinched her nipples. Then she slowly rubbed her pussy lips. I watched her do that, and my cock began to grow harder again. I opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on my cock and stroked myself lightly.

    Sherri put some lube on her rabbit vibrator and kind of teased her pussy lips with it. She started breathing a little faster as she watched me slide my hand up and down my cock. Then she worked just the tip of the vibrator lightly up and down between her pussy lips. I watched as she pinched her nipples harder, one at a time with one hand and worked the vibrator with the other. And I got hornier as I watched that.

    I jacked myself a little harder and a little faster. Sherri noticed that I was stiffer and hornier, and she pushed her vibrator deeper into her pussy, working it in and out slowly. We continued that for several more minutes. Gradually, she increased the depth and speed of her penetrations. And I matched her pace, as I stroked faster with a tighter grip on my erection.

    Sherri began to moan a bit, and I could see the muscles in her upper thighs start to get tight. She stopped pinching her nipples just long enough to use that hand to turn on her vibrator. I could hear both of the little motors buzzing - the one that was at the end of the vibrator got louder and softer with each insertion stroke she did it to herself. And the other little motor that was at the bunny's ears just hummed along, tickling her clit every time the dildo went in deep.

    Neither of us ever closed our eyes - we watched each other get more and more aroused. I tensed up myself, knowing that I would have to cum again soon. Sherri put both of her feet up on the chair cushion beside her ass; her knees were up in the air and spread apart, giving her full access to her pussy and me a full view of it.

As I gazed at Sherri, I watched her tits and upper chest get flushed as her orgasm built.

    "Oh, God, Joe! I'm about to cum! Cum with me! Please! I want to see you cum!" Sherri moaned and softly shouted at me.

    I watched her and I jacked myself faster as Sherri pounded herself deeper and harder, as she ended with the rabbit’s ears pushed as hard against her clit as she could. She arched her back as her legs quivered, and her face and chest got redder. She squeezed one of her nipples hard and moaned with her climax. Sherri had a big long orgasm.

    I couldn't hold myself back anymore. "Here it is, Sherri! This is it! This is for you!" I groaned back to her as my cock pulsed out an amazing amount of cum, considering that she had given me that amazing hand job just a short time before.

    Neither of us had ever closed our eyes during that entire time, as we just watched what the other was doing. Finally, Sherri put her feet back down to the floor, and then we both just stayed like we were for several more minutes, as we looked and smiled at each other. Then I wiped my cumload off with the towel that she had given me earlier. A few moments later when Sherri stood up, I realized why she had brought the towel for herself - there was a big wet spot where she had flowed juices out around the vibrator and down between her butt cheeks onto it.

    I stood up. My legs were kind of weak and shaky from my recent orgasm and all the earlier wine. I walked over to Sherri and helped her to stand. We hugged and tried to get as much of our bare skin pressed against each other as we could. We kissed long and hard, and then I told her, "Thank you, Sherri. That was the most amazing thing I've ever done. With anyone."

    "Oh, Joe. I've wanted to cum like that for so long. I'll never forget this evening."

    Sherri led me to her bedroom, and we got in bed and just held each other. Nothing more sexual that night, we just stayed close together as we slept. The next morning, we woke up smiling at each other. Then we had a little play time in her shower, and a few more times of playing through the day and the next night. But then it came to the time that I had to leave on Sunday afternoon before Kurt brought the kids back to Sherri.

    I got over my feelings that what we had done was wrong. I realized that Sherri was right - we were adults and cared a lot for each other. There was nothing wrong with that. And before I left, Sherri told me that she had planned that weekend when she learned that I was going to be in Boise. She had hoped that what we did that weekend might happen. She was supposed to have her kids then, but she had asked Kurt to keep them. Her excuse to him was that there was a good chance she had to work. But obviously she didn't.

    I don't know if my first cousin Sherri and ever will get another chance like that. I can only hope.