Katy's Boobs Ch. 02

[Author's Note: This is a direct continuation of Katy's Boobs. The reader may wish to delve into the first chapter before continuing with Tom's adventures below. To those who have so warmly praised my writing debut on Literotica, I offer my most sincere thanks! --ATW]

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When I woke up late the next morning, everyone else was already up. I could hear them chattering in the kitchen over breakfast. Only then did I realize that I'd left my boxers in Katy's room....

A mixture of panic, amazement and all-out erotic lust flooded my being in that moment. What the FUCK had I done! My satiated, flaccid cock gave a gentle twitch to remind me it had REALLY enjoyed last night's adventure with my 18-year-old cousin. My heart began beating heavily with juvenile infatuation (after all, I was just over 18 myself) with a person I could never really be with. But my head kept both of these organs furiously in check and drove home a single overriding command: get your boxers back NOW.

I threw back the loosely quilted blanket and sheet covering me only to realize that I was, of course, still mother naked. A glance down at my crotch showed me a tangle of pubic hair, slightly crusted with the combined fluids of Katy's vagina and my cock, further proof that I had recently performed an unspeakable act. But the thing was, the real amazing thing was, I might actually get away with it if I could only get my boxers back.

I separated the quilt from the sheet and wrapped it around my waist lest any of my family members decide to make a sudden appearance. I crossed to the door of the room I shared with my older cousin, Jack, and peaked out, listening: sounds still stable, random conversation in the kitchen. It was only a couple of paces across the hall to Katy's bedroom door. It wasn't fully closed, and I gently pushed it open and looked around. Unlike last night, where a dim erotic glow had given just enough illumination for me to see the body of my gorgeous cousin while I fucked her, the room was now bathed in bright sunlight that poured in from an oversized window. Last night's summer storm had cleared, and I squinted in the brightness, quickly glancing around for my boxers.

Couldn't find them.

I looked under the bed, all over the floor...nothing. That meant they could only be within the tangles of Katy's sheets and blankets. I tried to tell myself that there was no way she'd seen them, otherwise I wouldn't have woken up on my own this morning; I would've been dragged forcibly out of bed in a fury by Katy herself, or her brother or father. No, they had to be here somewhere. So I clutched the quilt around me with one hand while feeling desperately around Katy's bed with the other. In a couple of places, I felt the dried splotches of semen, either from me or Jack I couldn't tell. Despite myself, I couldn't help but become slightly aroused at the sudden image of my cock spitting copious amounts of white sticky cum into my cousin's mouth...

Christ, the fucking boxers weren't here. They WEREN'T here! How the hell—

My panicked thought was interrupted by the sound of someone coming down the hallway and the voice of Katy herself saying, "I'll get him, Mom."

I spun around, nearly tripping over the length of the quilt and causing it to slip very low down my slender hips, and jumped into the hallway, barely getting to Jack's doorway before I heard Katy round the corner of the hallway and come to a halt less than three feet from me. And I was giving her a very clear view of my half-exposed ass while I tried to pull the quilt back up.

"Whoa, cuz, now there's a tan-line!"

Blushing, I turned to face her, the quilt now gripped firmly and more modestly around me. As we were already about halfway through the summer, I'd developed a pretty nice tan, except for my ass, of course, so I'm sure it glowed in all its pasty glory compared to my bronzed back.

I could only stare at her, my beautiful cousin Katy. I hadn't even begun to think about how I would act around her, let alone what I'd say, when I saw her this morning. And here I was, facing my orgasmic cousin in the flesh after a night of secret love. She was barefoot, wearing simple cotton shorts and an old, faded t-shirt. In fact, it was the same t-shirt she'd worn to bed last night. Obviously, upon waking, she'd simply slid the shirt down over her beautiful boobs, thrown on the shorts and padded right out to the kitchen for breakfast.

But somewhere in that waking time, she'd found my boxers!

Which was why I could only stare at her, realizing that if the Devil was to be paid, he would most likely collect right now. But instead of bellowing fire and brimstone at me, my cute little cousin giggled. She grinned and said, "A little drafty?"

I traced her bemused gaze to my midsection, where my hands clutched at the quilt. I discovered then that while I had the thing wrapped around me twice, the loose pattern of the quilting still exposed small patches of my skin, including what could or couldn't be bits of my genitalia. I looked back up at her, blushed terribly, and clutched my hands tighter around my crotch.

All I could stammer was, "Err..."

"Look," she said, "don't let me get in your way?"

"What?"

"You're obviously on your way to the bathroom, right?" She gestured toward the bathroom door behind her then stepped to the side. "Just get your little white butt to the breakfast table before Mom hunts you down."

"Err...okay," I said. Realizing I'd just been handed an escape route, I quickly shuffled past her toward the bathroom. As I was closing the door Katy said, "Oh, and Tom?" I looked at her. "You might want to wear a bit more than your blanket before sitting down to pancakes."

When the door closed, I let out a huge sigh of relief. My pulse returned to a more or less normal pace, and I realized other parts of me needed relief. I dropped the blanket to the floor and stepped over the toilet, needing to breath and relax for a few moments before my semi-erection would settle down enough to allow my urine to flow. Letting human biology do its thing, I reflected on the little exchange that'd just transpired. For the moment, I was still 100% in the clear. But for how long?

I knew now that Katy and her older brother, Jack, were regular fuck buddies. From the almost automatic get-to-the-point way in which they'd started their lovemaking last night, I could only assume they'd been this way for some time. They were quite comfortable with the fact that they weren't just having sex, they were having incestuous sex! With this in mind, I thought back over the last couple of weeks I'd been staying with them, then back even farther to a year ago when I'd been here last summer. I thought about all the times we'd been hanging out together, doing all the activities teenagers do when they're out of school, with no real responsibilities. For the life of me I couldn't recall a single moment where it would ever have even randomly occurred to me that the two of them were lovers. Whatever the circumstances were that had emboldened the two siblings to initiate their taboo actions, they had clearly come to an understanding that they would never EVER hint at the secret nature of their relationship.

But that couldn't possibly apply to me! If Katy, upon finding my boxers, had realized that I was the one who'd fucked her that second time last night, not her brother, there could be no way she'd act so cool about it this morning. Even if she were in shock that she'd had my cock in her, how could she have been calm about it just now, even playful? I immediately dismissed the idea that she had actually enjoyed it. I mean, I know she'd enjoyed it physically (she'd cum at least twice) but what I mean is, she'd assumed it was her BROTHER, not me. She simply wouldn't have acted the way she had just now.

Conclusion: she didn't know it had been me the second time. For her, it was her brother again, back to give her the pleasure he'd been unable to give her the first time. And if this was true, then she could only assume the boxers were his.

The boxers were his!

I shook a drop of piss from my cock and flushed the toilet, a bit more confident than a few moments ago. I turned and grinned at myself in the mirror. It was a full-length mirror, and I looked at my body. I looked at the penis that had ejaculated into a beautiful girl's mouth only a few hours ago. "She thinks the boxers are his," I said to it cheerfully.

After wrapping the quilt around me THREE times this time, I went back out and into Jack's room, changing into my own set of shorts and t-shirt at last. As I cruised through the house toward a hearty breakfast I suddenly had a strong and intoxicating thought: I'm going to fuck my cousin again!

When I got to the kitchen, my uncle Jerry had already left for work. A healthy and cheerful man in his middle-40s, Uncle Jerry was a civil engineer with the county, helping them figure out how to make curvy roads less curvy or something. My aunt, Ellen, looking remarkably younger than her 42 years, had once been in the real estate field, I think, but she'd been a homemaker ever since I could remember. Jerry and Ellen's relationship had a very 1950s feel to it, like that movie Pleasantville. It was refreshing to see in the fast-paced world of the 21st century, and I couldn't help but admire them both.

Aunt Ellen smiled at me and offered my choice of breakfast items: pancakes, eggs, bacon...refusing to slide anything less than three portions of each on my plate. I was never much of a breakfast person, but as a guest in the house I couldn't refuse. As she poured a tall glass of orange juice for me, Aunt Ellen said, "Jack told me to tell you he'd pick you up after work. He's off at two." Jack worked in a local video store, an easy part-time job before he moved back to his college town in the fall. I'd snagged a no-brainer part-time job in the grocery store, but I had the day off today. The two of us were to hook up and head to the river in the afternoon.

I shoveled a forkful of eggs into my mouth and nearly choked on them when Katy suddenly entered the kitchen, still wearing her little cotton shorts on bottom but now clad only in her tiny new black bikini on top. Well, almost clad—she was holding the string in back behind her. "Mom," she said, "can you tie this thing for me?"

Ellen glanced over her shoulder, giving a disapproving look at the bikini. She shrugged, her hands busy with flipping more pancakes. "Have Tom do it, dear."

I dropped my fork. Katy walked over to me without a second thought and turned her back to me. She released grasp of the strings then cupped the bikini to her boobs, but not before I got a very nice glance at the sides, almost to the nipple. I had to stifle a grin, because I now knew exactly what they looked like, what the felt like...

"Tom, what's up?"

I looked up, Katy was glancing back at me, annoyed. I'd been staring. "Sorry," I murmured and reached up to tie them.

"Don't hesitate to go nice and tight," Katy said. "Gotta keep the girls in place."

"Katy!" Aunt Ellen chided. She wasn't too fond of her daughter's frank talk in the presence of her nephew. She would only now be realizing that this nephew was tying his cousin's string.

"Oh, Mom," Katy huffed. "I got these babies from you, so you know what I go through every day! One false move and I'm spilling out for all the world to see!"

I glanced over at Ellen and actually saw her blush. It was true, like mother like daughter, Aunt Ellen had a massive pair of breasts. I'd always noticed them, I suppose, but my aunt was always much more modest in her dress code and her slightly thicker her body helped absorb the proportion of bust to body, much unlike Katy, who's slender frame could do nothing but shout to the world that her tits were HUGE.

"Which is precisely why I don't like your new bathing suit," Ellen was saying. "Clearly it was meant for a woman with smaller..." She glanced at me, then back to Katy, "Who are not as...developed."

I finished the knot and Katy said, "Thanks." She had nothing more to say to her mother at that moment, or me for that matter, so she went back down the hallway. I ate quietly for a few minutes, watching my aunt work in the kitchen. She had her back to me, and Katy's comment about getting her attributes from her mother caused me to re-evaluate the wholesome woman before me.

She was wearing a pair of jeans but also a long t-shirt, probably one of Jack's or Jerry's that hung down below her hips, diluting any possibly appealing curvature there. She was about Katy's size, perhaps an in or two taller, but still somewhat petite. I'd mentioned that her body was thicker than Katy's but that was not to suggest she was fat. After two kids and now in her 40s, it would be foolish and unrealistic to expect this woman to look like some plastic TV model. But this whole family led a pretty active life, and the frequent camping, hiking, biking and skiing trips helped this wonderful woman put up a valiant fight against age. In fact, as I now examined her physical appearance with a more open-minded and objective way, I began to separate the "old Aunt Ellen" image from the remarkably attractive mature woman who could still serve well to someone's sexual appetite.

God, what was happening to me? Now that I'd fucked my cousin and had gotten away with it, I was feeling like the cock of the walk. It was as if I could do anything now. I had but to will it, and the flesh would follow!

Speaking of flesh, Katy was coming back through the kitchen, sporting a pink little tank top to cover her bikini and match her shorts. "I'll be at Shelly's, Mom," she said. She glanced casually at me, "Later."

"Will you be back for dinner?" Ellen asked.

"Doubt it. But I'll call." And with that, she was out the door, leaving just me and Aunt Ellen alone in the house.

I helped my aunt clean up after breakfast. While we tag-teamed on washing and rinsing the dishes, she said, "Do you still have a crush on Shelly?" I nearly dropped a dish, blushing, and Ellen smiled. "Wasn't she the one you liked last year?"

I smiled back. In fact, I'd been obsessed with only my cousin Katy for as long as I could remember coming up here, but of course that could only be a secret crush. So to appear more or less as normal as I could, I allowed my more overt attention to land on Katy's best friend, Shelly. So far, however, I'd gotten no where with her. I finally nodded to my aunt. "Well, I guess so. She's cute."

"And she's sweet, too. She doesn't take after Katy. I wish that girl would become a little less self-absorbed, then she'd finally attracted a nice boy...like you."

This time the dish did drop, but only into soapy water, which splashed up on our shirts. I swallowed, "Like...me?"

Ellen was glancing down at the front of her shirt; water and suds had soaked the right front part. She was flicking off the bubbles. She said, "Yeah, like you. You know...friendly. Generous, and above all else, a gentleman."

I stared at her, and after a moment I realized she didn't mean it like I'd thought it. After you've had sex with a member of your own family, any random reference could be made to sound like the rest of the world knew exactly what you've been up to.

"Why, thank you, Aunt Ellen," I said at last, allowing my smile to return.

She smiled back at me. "I mean, just look here. You could've easily found an excuse to run off and leave your old aunt with the dishes and other chores, but without being asked here you are helping me out."

With honest modesty I glanced down from her gaze, and in doing so I was able to get a very nice look at my aunt's right boob, which had become outlined and opaquely visible under the thin white t-shirt as the water soaked in. Her nipple was hardening. I quickly glanced away. Christ, she had nice tits, too. How had I not noticed before?

Some gentleman.

I turned from the sink to find some more dishes, something to pull me from my aunt's proximity. When I did, I heard her say, "Oh my," and glancing back I saw her removing a rubber glove and covering her wet breast. She said, "I'll be right back, Tom."

"It's okay, Aunt Ellen, there's not much left. I'll take care of it."

She hurried down the hallway, and I fussed about the kitchen a bit longer, putting away the rest of the things. I was trying not to think about the fact that I now had several hours alone in the house with an aunt to whom I'd just become very sexually attracted. Puberty was in full swing now; it'd taken barely a thought and a glance at Ellen's large, rounded breast to get the blood flowing into my loins. And in a sudden flash, I had a new desire, though very much on a common theme as of late: I wanted to see Aunt Ellen's boobs.

The thing is, I would have to act right NOW if I wanted a glance at anything in the realm of taboo skin. I threw down the dish towel and padded as swiftly and quietly as possible through the living room and down the hallway. I'd developed an erection that almost became painful; I'd thrown on shorts this morning without underwear, so there was nothing to help keep my rod stable.

Within seconds I was in Jack's room and pulling his bed from the wall. I needed to create just enough of a crawl space to be able to get to the vent behind his headboard. On another visit, when Jack's room had been arranged a different way, I noticed the metal grating of a heating vent on the wall. This was an older house, which had an old boiler in the basement, and the house had been designed with vents in strategic places to allow heat to circulate up through them. Jack's wall on one side was also my aunt and uncle's wall on the other, and the vents were placed so that prying eyes could actually look through to the other side.

I didn't give myself much of a chance of success, nor did I think the view would be very good anyway. But it was worth a shot. I dropped down to the floor and pressed my face to the vent, angling my head up and down to get the best possible view through the slats. I had the feeling that was already too late; I mean, how long would it take a woman to simply change into a dry shirt—

But there she was. And holy shit, she was topless! I'd timed this perfectly. It was amazing. My aunt was standing in the room, looking at herself in the mirrored panel on her closet door. But she wasn't just standing there—she was feeling herself up!

Okay, after the initial shock of my sudden and successful view of my aunt's tits, I was able to analyze the scene a little more logically: she was standing there, wearing only her jeans. They actually had a nice fit, and I realized that Aunt Ellen's ass was pretty shapely, definitely more pronounced than her daughter's, but no less squeezable and yummy. My immediate angle had me looking up and directly at Ellen's back, for she was actually facing away from me. I was able to see her tits through the reflection. Returning to her back for a moment, I noted with pleasure that it was straight and tanned, just like her daughter's. But unlike Katy, Ellen wore more modest one-piece suits, so her tan line was a little more old-fashioned.

But those boobs. Those glorious mounds. Like mother like daughter indeed! Aunt Ellen had amazing breasts, even slightly larger than Katy's if that was possible. They were beginning to take on the sag that I knew would effect Katy in another 20 years, but I was certainly not complaining. And I watched as my aunt hefted them in her hands. But she was frowning at them, at herself. I heard her mumble.

"'Gotta keep these girls in place.'" Her tone was slightly mocking. She was quoting her daughter. "'I got these babies from you.'" She squeezed them again. She pinched her nipples. So help me she pinched them. "'Got these babies from you....'"

She groaned slightly, making little-girl pouting faces, obviously lost in the moment. Could she really be that jealous of Katy? She never seemed to approve of her daughter, who'd always rebelled against Aunt Ellen's more religiously-based manners and modesty. I was now seeing a new side of my aunt. I smiled at the irony of my pun: I was seeing a new, naked side of my aunt, to be sure, but I was also getting a glimpse at a more sinister spirit within the church-going housewife. The question was, could it possibly be me, her nephew, that was having an effect on her, or was this merely a momentary lapse in morals?