Cousin Lisa

An experience shared by Brian:

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Spring had arrived on schedule, and that meant our annual spring break trip to visit my mother’s family was in the offing. I had always dreaded this family “vacation” as it involved a four-hour trip on winding roads sandwiched between my brother and sister in a car filled with smoke exhaled by my chain-smoking parents. I invariably got car sick, necessitating frequent stops to exit the car to vomit and/or inhale some untainted fresh air. But this year offered a significant departure from years past.

Instead of having to deal with siblings in the back seatm with whom I had little in common except for my brother’s and my prurient interest in our sister’s panties, I was given an alternative. Having recently gotten my driver’s license, I was extended the opportunity to get behind the wheel and negotiate a one hour stretch of our journey. That made the thought of dealing with our overbearing relatives almost tolerable. Dispensing with my usual bitching and moaning, I considered the hour behind the wheel of my dad’s Mercury well worth keeping my mouth shut and enduring the inevitable boredom ahead.

It was a relatively uneventful trip to Grandma’s house; just the usual series of stops for mom to pee, dad to get cigarettes and me to contain my vertigo when not behind the wheel. We arrived about lunch time and thus began the rounds of “my how you’ve grown,” and “how handsome you are” (which I did secretly enjoy), and “let’s eat!” As I headed toward the requisite meat and cheese platters, I noticed someone who in years past I would have not wasted a second glance on. It was my mother’s sister’s daughter which I surmised, as I loaded my plate, made her my cousin.

She was two years my junior, but it was obvious, even to me, that girls indeed did mature faster than boys. She was blond with short hair, cut for a summer of swimming and the myriad of outdoor activities that were the only source fun in a small mid-western town. Her boobs proved more than a challenge to the thin t-shirt she was wearing. It might have provided ample room when she was flat chested like many of the girls I knew back home, but she was obviously well on her way to having a magnificent rack. As she bent to reach in the cooler to get a cold bottle of coke (the mid-west term for any type of soda), I couldn’t help but admire the perfect round ass that only a teenaged girl is blessed with.

Being somewhat shy, I opted to sit at the table with my younger male cousins putting off interacting with my female cousin. That didn’t stop me from fantasizing about her as I ate lunch. What did her pussy look like? Was she hairy there like the girls in Dad’s Playboys that I’d smuggle out of his closet and jackoff to before he got home? I wonder what her tits looked like. What did they feel like? Did her nipples get hard if you rubbed them? The fact the she was my cousin never dissuaded me from thinking about her naked over the remainder of the day.

The next day arrived and I knew if I could just get through one more day we’d be on our way home. The trip wouldn’t be a total loss this time because I now had a new fantasy girl to think about as I locked myself in my room, or the one bathroom our whole family shared, and jacked off. I’d either sit on the edge of the tub and pretend it was her hand on my cock stroking me and fondling my balls, or maybe I’d lie on the floor on a towel and hump it, imaging it was her wet tight young pussy squeezing my cock as she begged me to unload my warm creamy cum inside her. In any event, I would leave this time with a wonderful though pathetic memory of just seeing her.

Lunch the next day was at Aunt June’s, my fantasy girl’s mom and my mom’s sister. I remembered how we once played together as little kids, and in fact I had seen pictures of us with other cousins naked in a little round pool in someone’s back yard. So I had been naked with her…sweet! I wonder if she remembered that. Did she conjure up images of me naked? Did she envision my little cock hard from the cold water in the pool? Did she wonder what it looked like or felt like or even tasted like now? Probably not! But that did give me the courage to decide that I wasn’t going to leave until I had at least talked to her…she was my cousin, after all.

She walked out the back door a vision of innocent eroticism. Blond, tanned, pert with boobs that were more than puffies but not quite full-blown tits, long smooth legs, and though I couldn’t see them what I knew to be the most delicious pussy and ass in teendom. I did say “Hi,” we did eat lunch together, talked about school and music, and then the most amazing wonderful thing happened. My usual pain-in-the-ass parents suggested that since I had my driver’s license, and since the drive-in was only a quarter mile down the road, and since the hit movie of the summer – “The Nutty Professor” (Jerry Lewis, not Eddie Murphy) – was playing, and since we cousins seemed to be hitting it off, why didn’t we go this evening? Bingo!

I had no preconceived idea what might occur that night, but in order to tip the scales in my favor I went about looking for whatever quantity or quality of alcohol I could find. I’m an old perv now, but this was 1963 and the most a horny teen could find on short notice at a family get together was a pint of orange vodka. Being a former boy scout, I was prepared to make this work.

The Mercury was perfect and could have doubled as a motel room if I hadn’t been so unimaginative and considered feeling those sexy young boobs as my goal for the evening. The Loony Tune cartoons and a trip to get popcorn and large Cokes, into which I would pour the vodka, occupied enough time for the sun to set and darken the interior of the car. The bench front seat and lack of interfering seat belts made decreasing the distance between us easy as I offered to pour her a delicious orange vodka and Coke cocktail. She slid over, we toasted Jerry Lewis and sipped on our drinks. Now as you may know, people can be divided into two distinct groups: those that think Jerry Lewis is a genius (the French?) and those that despise him. I fall into the latter group. So I poured myself a double in anticipation of Jerry’s incessant caterwauling.

The added benefit of the double shot was a doubling of my courage and a halving of my inhibitions. I leaned over, “You wanna kiss?” I got an alcohol clouded “Sure” in reply. With that our lips met quickly following soon thereafter with longer more tongue engaged saliva swapping. My goal for the evening seemed reasonably attainable so I wasted no time sliding my hand over her t-shirt covered boob. No pull back, just more tongue. It was obvious she was fine with me pawing at her boob so I tongued back and made the decision to go under the t-shirt. Her thin bra was no impediment to my access to her young firm ripe nipples and boobs. In a semi-drunken flourish I pushed her bra up and exposed both her lovely boobies. I squeezed and fumbled with them, rubbing her nipples till they were hard as the proverbial pencil erasers. What I lacked in skills I made up for with enthusiasm. She seemed appreciative enough to pull her bra off through her shirt sleeve.

The sight of her teen boobs in the light of the big drive-in screen was enough to make me uncomfortable with the hard-on they had produced. It was stuffed and throbbing in my shorts, but I didn’t want to pull it out and risk fucking up what was so far the perfect evening. As I played with her tits and we kissed she would squeak and moan just enough to let me know when I was doing something right and encourage me to carry on. Hands are one thing, but mouth is another, so I took a leap of faith and pushed her shirt up and leaned down to kiss and then suck her nipples. Should I suck like a baby on its mother’s tit? No. I opted just to lick around her nipple and suck on it only once in a while. That seemed to be a good move as she moaned a little louder making my cock impossibly hard. The taste of her skin, the feel of her nipple in my mouth, the firmness of her flesh and he sounds of her enjoying, it all stays with me even today.

The mission had been accomplished, but the movie continued and we still had vodka in the bottle so why not expand the objective? I began to rub her pussy through her shorts and it was as if I had hit the mother lode. Her clitty…I must have rubbed it…you think? Again, my amateur touch seemed sufficient to elicit another moan, and to my amazement a hip thrust. Damn, it was like she was fucking! I think. Hell screw it. I’ve come this far. So my hand went up to the waist band of her shorts in anticipation of sliding inside. But she stopped me…damnit!…only long enough to unbutton them herself and pull them down just a little…yes! I could see the top of her white cotton panties, just like the ones my brother and I would steal from our sister’s clothes hamper…weird!

Then nirvana. A finger slipped easily into her wet slit. So smooth, warm, and overly moist. Her pussy lips were as soft as velvet which, I would later come to understand was due swelling and horniness. I wanted to slide my finger into her tight teen pussy hole, but I recalled reading somewhere…maybe Penthouse forum?…that I should play with her clit first before I tried to finger fuck her. I searched for that magic button that I had read about…let’s see north of her pussy hole as I remember it…little nub of a thing. Well, I didn’t need GPS to find it because she took my hand and lead me right to it! More moans and groans as I circled it with my fingers, her flushed boobies heaving but left alone as I slid my hand under her ass to squeeze it as I played with her clit.

“Take it out.” Finally. She said it. No quicker unbutton and unzip have ever been recorded in the annals of history. I even took the liberty of dropping both my shorts and underwear to below my knees in case she needed access to my balls as well as my now straining hard teen cock. My bare ass was now where my mom and dad sat to drive, but I quickly dismissed that idea saving it for later consideration. Her hand was cold as she had been holding her vodka-coke while I boy-handled her titties and pussy. She placed in on the floor next to the passenger door and took hold of my cock. The combination of her touch and the coldness of her hand was shocking but welcome.

We scooted closer together and began to kiss again as we both awkwardly “masturbated” each other. As luck would have it, she was more skilled in manual manipulation than I. No more than two or three minutes had elapsed after she began stroking my cock…pulling rather hard I might add…than I erupted with an amazing gush of cum that flew up and hit not only the Mercury’s new for ’63 padded dash but both our arms and her exposed perfect belly. God seeing my cum on that beautiful taut belly was a work of art!

We paused no longer than it took for her to say “ewwww,” which I took to mean very impressive. Even though it seemed I had emptied my balls with that one massive cum the fact that I didn’t go limp belied that impression. She seemed intent on keeping my cock in her hand and had yet to give up her stroking of my now cum covered cock. We resumed kissing and she maneuvered her ass and pulled her shorts and panties off to give me full access to her now dripping wet pussy. Thank god for vinyl seats! Easily wiped clean of young cum of both sexes.

Now that I could better see her pussy, not to mention the cutest puckered asshole I had even seen (I think hers was the first, just to be honest), I could better get access to her clit. It was now totally exposed from under its little hood where I could hopefully be skillful enough in my rubbing of it to make my sexy naked-from-the-waist-down cousin cum.

I fingered her slit, sliding up and down, taking time to poke ever so gently into her open and inviting cunt hole. She would hump forward which I interpreted as, “Boy, cousin, please finger fuck my wet juicy young hot pussy hole and run your finger over my asshole too.” I was right! She humped my hand, grinding into it, thrusting her hips if I put a finger in her pussy, and wiggling her ass when I circled her clit. She had all but forgotten about continuing to jack me off as I fingered her, but since I had already cum I felt I owed her one as well. My debt was paid almost immediately. She raised her hips and tighten her smooth soft thighs around my hand squeezing my fingers between her slippery pussy lips leaving me only a minimal amount of room to push against her clit. She let out a moan, the look on her face made me think she was either in extreme ecstasy or severe pain. The whimper and sigh that followed let me know the answer.

She looked at me and gave me a shy smile and without a word resumed jacking me off. I pulled my gooey pussy juice and cum covered hand from between her legs and leaned back to let her get me off a second time. Again it didn’t take long for me to unleash rope after rope of jism on her arm and hand. As I type this my cock is hard and I can almost feel her hand on it giving me the first real handjob I ever had. To this day it might still be the best

I had brushed against other girls’ boobs before and squeezed a titty or two, but never kissed and sucked their nipples like I did hers. I had cum in my pants as a girl rubbed my cock through them, but never totally exposed my cock and balls to a girl who seemed to delight in watching me cum, and didn’t seem in the least put out by my squirting on her. Yes, we were a little drunk, but it didn’t take away then or now what we shared in that Mercury. If I knew then what I know now, I would have gone down on her and eaten her perfect sparsely blond-hair-covered pussy. I would have tongue fucked her so deeply and feasted on her lovely butthole. I would have insisted she cum while I ate her and licked her clean. I would have offered my cock and balls to her warm eager mouth and hoped she would accept my cum and swallow all she could. I would have climbed into the back seat with her, laid her down and pushed my throbbing boner into her sweet wet twat. But I was not that savvy then.

Now as an adult I long to feel those kind of boobs again. I’d love to finger, lick, tease, or fondle a smooth pussy and tight asshole. It’s all fantasy now, but I have my memories of that one night with her, which has been masturbation fodder for 40 years. I used to feel bad that I thought of her only as a semi-nude teen girl cumming with me and using that scene in my masturbation fantasies. She passed away about five years ago and we hadn’t seen each other in ages. I consider each time I jack off thinking of us those many years ago as my special tribute to her. I wish I had told her what that night meant to me then and now, and hope she might have had the same feeling.

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One thought on “Cousin Lisa

  1. Very hot, reminds me of my hot sessions with my cousins…..I worked my way into each of their panties….fun times

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