Cousins at Christmasbycottonnightie©
For a moment I was surprised. Some of the cum flew as far as a foot away from his body, which I hadn't really expected. I was able to keep squeezing and stroking despite my surprise and watched in fascination as more and more cum leaked out and dripped over my hands to the floor. He was hanging limply against the wall and my arousal was still demanding more.
I slowly released his shaft and looked at the mess covering my hands. It looked almost exactly like my hair conditioner; white globs suspended in a thinner, clear base. It smelled slightly of bleach with a faint fishy undertone. It was sticky and clumped in my hair and on the fluffy bathrobe. When i touched it and pulled away, long strings formed between my fingers. He was looking at me with a gratified and peaceful smile.
While staring in his eyes, I raised one hand and licked his seed off my finger. His eyes widened and he slide down the wall into the tub making a sound like a deflating balloon. This, of course, gave me the giggles. Which in turn gave him the giggles, which absolutely killed the mood. The taste of his seed was slightly salty with a kind of bleachy aftertaste. It wasn't something I'd put on ice cream, but based on the effect it had on him, I'd definitely be willing to taste it again.
I got up off the toilet seat and looked at myself in the mirror. I had cum drying in my hair, my robe needed to be washed, along with the towel and panties from last night. I leaned back to find him still sitting in the running water. "Don't use all the hot water; some of us need to shower too."
That Saturday afternoon, the two of us went out for a while. He had already sent gifts home, but he wanted to pick out something for Mom and, I hoped, for me. He drove us to the mall and we wandered about from store to store. He was openly affectionate, which pleased me, but not too clingy or grabby. Some of my friends saw us, smiled and waved, but left us politely alone. I knew there would be many questions later, but I was not in the mood to explain something I couldn't even explain to myself.
I wanted to go into a department store he wasn't interested in visiting, so we agreed to meet up at a later time in the center of the mall. I watched him walk away with a smile, enjoying the view of his backside. I browsed around looking at everything and everyone with a slightly new perspective. Lingerie represented new and interesting opportunities, scents and oils hinted at the new experiences I'd just had and ones I hoped to have.
I didn't really need anything specific, but I did purchase some new panties I liked and a tasteful nightie that hinted more than revealed. I left the department store and wandered around other boutiques. I did run into two of my friends who immediately pounced on me to learn more about my dishy cousin. I kept things vague, but explained that yes, he was involved with someone, he was nice to hang out with but we're family after all. They seemed mollified with my answers and skipped off to share their new gossip.
I got a cup of coffee and fiddled with my phone while waiting in the center of the mall for him to arrive. When I looked up he was ordering coffee for himself and a girlfriend of mine. I supposed I couldn't get jealous, but for a second I would have torn out her hair for getting close to him. They walked over to join me and she immediately began to explain how she just ran into him and started talking. I smiled brightly and without any hint of anxiety welcomed her with a peck on the cheek, lovely to see you, glad you came, yes we're having a nice Christmas.
He was very deft at dodging her somewhat clumsy advances. They reminded me of myself just a little too much for comfort. I am sure he could have played me off just as easily if he had wanted to, but he had not. He took opportunities when she spoke to smile at me with what appeared to me a mixture of warm longing and happiness. I found that it echoed my own feelings about him.
At long last, my friend finally ran out of steam and made her exit, suggesting that we all get together for something fun on New Years Eve. We all stood, but he and I sat back down after she had moved away. I took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled and leaned back in the chair with a grin. We chatted for a while, finished our coffee and walked back to the car.
When we got inside, he started the car to warm us up. While we waited, we warmed ourselves up. He leaned over and I met him half way. The kiss started slow, but quickly mouths opened and tongues explored. The car was cramped, but he managed to pull me half into his lap, kissing my neck and ears, his hands cupping my breasts through my sweater. The pace slowed and the kisses lingered long, we ended with our foreheads touching and our eyes closed, breathing each other's breaths. Then we drove to pick Mom up from work.
Sunday was a lazy day. Mom happened to be off part of the day, so we sat around watching TV and playing Wii. We were careful not to give ourselves away, so no long looks or secret smiles. It felt a little like a spy game. We made a few family calls and a long Google Hangout with his family. It felt totally normal except for the continuous burning desire to lick him all over.
By the time Mom left for work in the afternoon, we had resumed our more typical position on each end of the couch with the shared blanket over our legs. I had shaved in the morning, so my legs were silky smooth. I thought back to that first night when I kept trying to get his foot on my crotch. Today he had managed to slip his big toe into my belly button without Mom noticing and had tickled me mercilessly.
When she left, we just listened to the Christmas music and watched the Netflix fireplace video for a long time. I was still riding the cotton pony, and, despite his apparent willingness to try, did not fancy my first time over a towel. Besides, the anticipation was an incredible aphrodisiac, and we had lots of other options as I discovered on Saturday.
He wiggled his toe and tickled my belly button again, grinning at me like he knew the best secret in the world. I slipped my hand under the blanket and began to rub his toes. He slipped his hands under the blanket and started to rub mine. I flicked my fingernail down the center of his foot to make him jump. He did the same to mine. I uncovered his foot and bent to kiss the top of his feet. He made a yummy sound, so I did it some more.
He leaned back as I reached over to the table behind the couch for some lotion. I worked it into his heel and ball where he had callouses. Then I pulled the other foot over and did the same to it. He was laying back tracing his finger around and between my toes while I did this. When I was done, he bent down and kissed my foot.
I pulled my feet away from him, sat up, and climbed under the blanket. He moved his legs to give me space and I crawled up his leg, kissing every hairy inch. When I got to the thigh, he started to jerk and giggle, so I pushed my way up to his face and kissed him. He reached under my arms and pulled me up entirely in his lap and wrapped the blanket around us both, ending with his hand under my chin and kissing me softly on the lips.
He ran his hand down my hair, touched my cheek, my neck, and finally wrapped his arms around me with a sigh. I could feel his erection poking me in the side, so I reached down to adjust it slightly. He made a yummy sound, so I adjusted it some more. I then decided I wanted to taste him again.
The couch was too small to maneuver properly, so I slid off on the ground between his legs. He had a twinkle in his eye as I gripped the elastic waist of his shorts, and he lifted himself slightly so I could pull them off more easily. Both his shorts and underwear came off together, which suited me just fine.
I took a moment to touch his semi-hard shaft and pull away any stray hairs from his thicket. He was well trimmed, but I didn't want to pull his hair. I opened his legs to be able to feel his balls more freely and by this time his shaft wasn't semi-anything. He must have been aroused for a bit, because he was already leaking a clear liquid.
I opened my mouth wide and carefully placed his head in my mouth. The taste was muskier than it had been in the shower, but not at all unpleasant. I was not prepared to go full porno and try to swallow it, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I slipped one hand under his balls and used my other to begin slowly stroking the shaft in time with his head sliding in my mouth.
I took the opportunity to look up at him on an upstroke. He had his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open; a look of pleasure so intense that I was both rewarded and somewhat envious. I returned to the task at hand, reminding myself to keep my mouth fully open and my lips loosely touching his head.
His legs began to stretch out behind me and I felt him clench and unclench his muscles in time with my slow motions. A mixture of my saliva and his fluids were dripping down the shaft making my hand slip. I quickly wiped my hand and returned to the same slow rhythm. My jaw was beginning to get sore, so I let his head slip out for a few moments to let it relax, rubbing my thumb on his softest spot.
I watched my hands moving on the gooey, pulsing mess with a kind of detached wonder. Before this week I would no more have put a penis in my mouth than licked a toilet. Now I was actually salivating at the chance to give him pleasure this way. My own body was slick with desire at this point, but I wanted to taste him finishing in my mouth. I opened my mouth again and slipped his head inside, matching the motions of my hands.
I could feel him tensing and knew he was close. My fingers pressed at the base of his shaft were slick with sweat. I moved my fingers in a circular motion, careful of my nails. I had not considered how close his anus was until my finger brushed its tightly sealed door. I knew I had brushed it because he jumped slightly, so on impulse I gathered some of our frothy mixture on the end of my fingers and slid them under his balls to rub him there.
At once he groaned and I felt the quivering at the base of his shaft. His anus began to squeeze at my finger rhythmically, almost pulling it in, as his whole shaft began to pulse. At the second pulse, my mouth was flooded with his seed, but I started swallowing it as he pushed his shaft further into my mouth. The pulses began to weaken and his head became extremely sensitive based upon his reactions, so I carefully let it slip out from between my lips. He had a light covering of sweat on his face, his hair was damp and limp, but he had a huge smile.
Our mixture of his seed and my saliva was running down my chin and on my hands, so I wiped it off on the blanket. I put my head down own his leg and watched with fascination as his penis grew smaller and moved around seemingly of its own accord. As he cooled off, his balls began to slowly shift and move, pulling closer to his body as if for warmth. He had not moved and was breathing slowly, almost asleep. I covered him with the blanket and climbed next to him for a nap.
Monday was Christmas Eve and I was alone. He told me after our nap and cleanup that he needed to go do something, but was not clear about what. I finally got him to admit he needed some money, so while he was wandering around the mall he got a one-day job. It was driving me crazy that he wouldn't tell me more, so finally he just said, "Trust me" and gave me a mischievous grin.
I was fine while he was with me, but when I woke up with both him and Mom off at work, it started gnawing at me. As a result, I cleaned the whole house, finished all the laundry and decided I needed to distract myself with a long, hot bath. I hadn't spotted all day, so hopefully my monthly visitor was on its way out the door, and a nice bath should get rid of that last bit of ick that always seems to end up in the panty liner.
So after a light lunch, I filled the tub, dimmed the lights, put on some music and sank into water just shy of painfully hot. I soaked for a while, until the water had cooled a bit, then started with a nice exfoliating scrub. I washed my hair and left the conditioner in while I pummaced the rough skin on my feet. I rinsed my hair, then pulled the plug to drain the soapy water.
As I refilled the tub, I slid down so the water fell directly on my mons. I enjoyed the sensation as the warm water stimulated me. I held myself open to the water and found myself thinking of him using his mouth on me. I imagined him kissing the creases between my thighs and my soft, wet opening. I could almost feel his tongue exploring the folds of my inner lips. My fingers began to rub and move on their own.
The sensation was wonderful, but I wanted something inside me, some proxy for his fingers, for his shaft. I sat up and reached for a hair brush with a thick handle that had previously served me well. With the water falling on me, I teased the handle between my inner lips. It was a poor substitute for his fingers, but my imagination made up for it as I approached my release. I held my breath as it began, but my mouth was open like a silent scream for the duration. When I started breathing again, I panted like a long distance runner.
The release calmed my nerves and helped me get a little perspective over my earlier worries. I checked myself carefully as I dried off, but there was no sign of any menses. If he was just home, I'd finally be able to have him!
I fixed my hair nicely, put a drop of perfume behind my ears and in the hair on my mons, and got dressed. I picked one of the nice new panties I'd gotten, a bra that lifted my breasts to their best advantage, warm wool pants and a nice seasonal sweater. I looked smashing, if anyone was around to see me.
I sent a quick text to my girlfriends to see if anyone was interested in going shopping. I knew the crowds would be nuts at the mall, but someone had to see me looking this good. A short while later, three of us had parked, gone in, taken off our coats, and laughed our way through the crowds. Without spilling too many details, I explained he was doing some kind of job today. One friend suggested that maybe he wanted to buy a special gift, and I suddenly felt like a jerk for thinking all the things I'd been thinking. Of course, that must be it, and I knew someone who recently might have recently become special to him.
As we made our way to the center of the mall, the sounds of the season filled the air. The mall had a grand piano near the central fountain and they paid people to play it during the Christmas season. As we entered the central atrium, I looked down to see a familiar face sitting at the keyboard. I know Mom occasionally mentioned my cousins playing recitals, but I assumed they'd been like mine, where parents are forced to endure ten different badly played renditions of Für Elise. Here was his one-day job. He was amazing.
I gathered myself and pointed him out to my friends before they saw my surprised look. They stopped dead in their tracks, looked at each other and then looked at me in open-mouthed shock. I smiled and walked past them to the coffee shop nearby. I ordered a coffee, a bottle of water, and walked back to the adjacent seating area so I could watch him without him seeing me. My friends must have followed, because they joined me there, but I only had eyes for him.
He had a thick songbook of some kind, but he rarely looked at it. He seemed to be making up the arrangements as he played, with flourishes and improvised bits, moving from song to song in a seamless way. I knew his major was engineering, that he liked music, but I had no idea he could play like this. My friends were gushing, cute and a musician, he could play me any time he wanted, I bet he has strong hands. I thought smugly to myself, sister, you have no idea.
When he stopped for a break, I waved at him to catch his attention. He laughed when he saw me and walked over smiling. My friends sat up at his approach and he shook their hands and introduced himself. He came around to me and gave me a cousinly kiss on the cheek before sitting down at our table. I handed him the bottle of water and asked how it was going. He showed me his chipped nails and red finger tips with a sigh. He said he hadn't played for this long before and might have underestimated how difficult it would be to play for 12 hours, even with breaks.
My friends kept fighting for his attention by asking him questions. I sat drinking my coffee with a bemused smile and refused to rescue him. After about fifteen minutes, he checked his watch and explained he was out of time. He thanked me for the water, kissed my cheek again and whispered that I looked great. Mission Accomplished!
Both of my friends started to press me for additional details, asking how long would he would be staying, would we come to their holiday parties on Christmas, and did I know if he had plans for New Years Eve. I made no promises, but did promise I'd ask him on their behalf.
After we finished our shopping, I left to pick up some groceries and returned home to cook dinner. He and Mom returned late, laughing together as they came into the house. I had made a simple soup, with warm crusty bread and a salad of greens. Mom was impressed with my report of his musical ability and he promised to play for us some day. They were both exhausted, but after the meal I forced him allow me to fix his nails and massage his hands and arms. He practically fell asleep as I did it, and I left him sleeping on the couch.
Christmas morning always brought a certain excitement, but this one was special. I was so hungry for him, but I knew there would be no chance while Mom was home all day. When I came into the living room, he looked rumpled in the shorts and shirt he slept in, and his hair stuck up all over the place. The tension I felt when I saw him, but could not touch him, was both painful and delicious.
Mom had already brewed coffee, so I got a cup and joined him on the couch. Mom was talking to someone on the phone, sharing Christmas wishes. I sipped my coffee and counted the boxes under the tree; two gifts each. As soon as Mom got off the phone, she sat down under the tree with a big grin and started handing out the boxes.
Mom always insisted everyone take turns, opening one gift at a time, so everyone could see each gift. She went first and opened his gift; it was a beautiful silk scarf in purple, green and gold. I could tell Mom really liked it and she thanked him graciously. He opened her gift next and laughed; a set of pajamas. I guess she assumed he needed a pair since he always wore shorts and a shirt to sleep. As I opened her gift, she explained the earrings were handed down to her from her mother. I was truly touched that she would pass them to me, because I'd always loved them.
Mom opened my gift and made a face at me. She'd been resisting participating in the modern world, so I got her a small tablet to use for browsing, videos, and reading books. She told me that if I expected her to use it, I'd have to teach her how. He opened my gift and chuckled at the small set of aromatic massage oils. He actually blushed, I couldn't believe it. Mom raised her eyebrow at me, so I explained that in return for a pedicure I gave him, he had given me a foot rub with sandalwood oil. I said I was simply encouraging him to continue, Mom said "Me next" and we all had a good laugh.
At last I opened my gift from him. It was a square, flat package; I could not begin to guess what it was. When the paper came off I found a 2013 calendar with pictures of beautiful landscapes. I was somewhat puzzled and a little disappointed, but when I looked up at him he offered no explanation, so I simply thanked him.
Mom whipped up a good breakfast and we ate well. Then we made our Christmas Day phone calls and another long video chat with his family. We all showed off our gifts, but I still couldn't tease out any meaning for his gift to me. Around noon Mom began nodding off, so he suggested we go see Les Miserables or the Hobbit and let her nap. Mom sleepily approved and took over the couch while we dressed to go.