Literotic asexstories – Cousin Julie's Summer Vacation by CarBuffStuff,CarBuffStuff I never understood the abnormal, lustful and incestuous attraction that some guys have for their blood relatives. Personally, I think it’s sick to lust over any blood related family member. It’s just wrong on so many levels to want to have sexual relations with people who share the same blood line and oftentimes the same household. Sorry, but I’m not twisted and depraved enough to have incestuous sex with any of my female relatives. As a normal, well adjusted guy, who loves and respects his family, especially his female relatives, I never wanted to have sex with my mother or aunt, and especially not with my cousin…it just happened.
Okay, maybe, over the years, during a weak moment and when having too much to drink, I did have one or two brief incestuous thoughts about my cousin, Julie. Now that I think about it, my lust for her started when she stayed with us that summer thirty years ago, but I was younger then. I remember back then, I was always so horny that it would have been enough just to see her naked.
Now, 30 years later, I still think about her when I’m alone and horny and when my hand is stroking my cock. She was exquisitely beautiful and so sensuously sexy. Okay, who am I kidding? Yeah, I’d do her if she was here with me now.
It’s always the same fantasy. I imagined bumping into my cousin and inviting her up to my place on the pretense of catching up with the family and having a drink. Only, as soon as we were inside my place, finally alone with my hot cousin, I’m all over her perfect body kissing her, touching her, and feeling her.
“Jimmy, what are you doing? I’m your blood related cousin. Stop! No! You can’t do this. This is wrong.”
“I know. That’s what makes it more exciting, we being cousins, kissing cousins.”
“Stop, let go of me. You’re hurting me. You’re going to tear my dress.”
Ripppppp!
“Oops, sorry. Nice bra. Pretty panties. Great body.”
“Let me go,” I imagine her saying while trying to make a break for my front door, only she opened the wrong door, my bedroom door.
I pushed her back on the bed and was on top of her kissing her and forcing my tongue down her throat, while feeling her big tits through her bra with one hand and fingering the slit of her pussy through her panty with my other hand.
“I’ll let you go if you fuck me.”
“I’m not going to have sex with my cousin. That’s sick.”
“Then, just give me a blowjob.”
“Eww, no, I’d vomit if you were to try and stick your cock in my mouth.”
“Okay, just jerk me off. Give me a hand job and I’ll let you go.”
“No.”
“Then, just look at my cock. Allow me to flash you.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll look at it. Just get off me.”
So excited to show my cousin my cock, I got up off her and stripped off my pants and underwear. Already with an erection, with cock in hand, I walked over to her and presented my cock to her, as if offering it to her to suck.
“What are you doing,” she asked moving her head back away from it?
“Just touch it.”
“No, I won’t touch your penis. You said I only had to look at it and I did. Now let me go.”
“Touch it, first,” I said.
“Okay, okay, I’m touching it. There, you happy now, you sick fuck?”
“No, not just with your fingertips, wrap your fingers around it and stroke me.”
“I’m not going to give you a hand job, Jimmy. You’re my cousin.”
“Blow me then.”
“If I refuse to give you a hand job, I’m certainly not going to—”
I reached out and pulled her hair so hard that when she opened her mouth to scream, I filled her mouth with my cock
“Suck it Julie, suck it. Suck my cock. Lick my prick. Yeah, that’s right, blow your cousin.”
With one hand poised behind her head holding her head in place while she sucked my cock, I lifted her bra and played with her amazing tits, and then…my alarm clock went off.
“Fuck!”
A couple times a month for 30 years, I’ve had the same reoccurring dream. Only, it never fails. It stops right there with my cock in my Cousin Julie’s mouth and my hand feeling her tits and my fingers fingering her nipples. It ends before getting to the good part. It ends before I can cum in her mouth and continue my dream of finally fucking her.
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In was 1979, the year that Saddam Hussein was elected president of Iraq, the year my idol, John Wayne died at 72, the NBA adopted the three point shot, the Pittsburgh Pirates won the World Series against the Baltimore Orioles, Pink Floyd released their album, The Wall, and Sigourney Weaver scared the shit out of me in the movie, Alien. All of that paled in comparison to seeing my cousin Julie naked, while staying at our cottage that summer. Deranged with desire for her, the world stopped and nothing else mattered, but to find a way to see her ass, tits, and pussy and I did, I finally did.
Even after all the years that have gone by, I’d still do her, if I could. Lustfully and insanely fixated on her, I still want her. I have to have her, only I thought that it would never happen, but it did. It really did. I couldn’t believe it and this is the true story of what happened that summer.
Julie was very pretty and she had a sexy body that I lusted over. I masturbated multiple times a day to the thoughts of seeing her naked. Understandably, I was a horny, testosterone filled, 18-year-old virgin, who had never even seen a naked woman, other than those women who posed for the collection of magazines hidden around my room and that I continued to collect later in life, Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler.
Still in a cardboard box in the basement, I cherish those magazines enough to never include any of them in yard sales. They were my hidden stash of buried treasure. Magazine layouts of naked women, especially celebrity women, have given me countless hours of satisfying sexual pleasure over the years. Anna Nicole Smith, Barbie Benton, Cindi Crawford, Pamela Anderson, The Swedish Bikini Team, Gena Lee Nolin, Jenny McCarthy, Bo Derek, Melanie Griffin, Shannon Tweed, Marilyn Monroe, Marilyn Chambers, Carmen Elektra, La Toya Jackson, Jessica Hahn, Farrah Fawcett, and Jayne Mansfield, blessed with having an active imagination, I still revisit with my old naked celebrity friends every once in a while when alone, lonely, and horny.
Some things never change. Driven by as much lust at 18-years-old, as I am now at 48-years-old, Admittedly, I was deranged with desire and intent on seeing a naked woman up close and in the flesh and the naked woman of choice was my cousin Julie. At the time, my options of which woman I could see naked was limited to relatives, incestuous certainly, but it worked for me.
Unfortunately, too young to attend a strip show and a few years before I’d get a girlfriend who’d be willing to undress and allow me a hands-on tour of her naked body, the only opportunity that I had to see a naked woman was a relative. Call it a rite of passage, call it an experimental erotic excursion in wanting to explore the anatomy of the naked female body, okay, call it incest if you must, I needed to see a woman naked, even if she was a relative. I didn’t care who or when, so long as she was naked. As it so happened, it was my mother who delivered me a golden opportunity to see my cousin naked when she invited her sister, my aunt Rose, and my cousin Julie, to stay with us for a summer of fun at our small, four-room cottage by the lake.
As if volunteering for a secret military mission, willing to do anything in my power to accomplish my task, I imagined all the possible scenarios that I’d try in my attempts to see my cousin in the buff. I had as much desire to see my cousin naked as a terrorist had to bomb a federal building. It’s amazing the extent a horny teenager will go through to satisfy his raging libido.
I thought of nothing else that whole summer than trying to think of a way that I could accomplish my mission in seeing my cousin without her clothes. Surrounded by the beauty of nature and the sights and sounds of birds and wildlife and oblivious to it all, if they could have recorded my daily thoughts, while I vacationed in our little cottage by the picturesque lake with my cousin, my internal monologue would read something like this.
“Julie’s tits, ass, and pussy, Julie’s tits, ass, and pussy, Julie’s tits, ass, and pussy…”
Wanting to see and fantasizing about seeing her tits, her ass, and her pussy consumed me. I thought of nothing else. Every time I thought of her, I imagined her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Every time I thought of my cousin, I masturbated. Every time I saw her, I undressed her with my eyes while leering to see what I could see before masturbating over what I saw or thought I saw.
If seeing her bra strap gave me an erection and seeing her panty waist band sent me to the bathroom to masturbate, then I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel seeing her naked. It would be my fantasy come true to see my Cousin Julie’s ass, tits, and pussy. Only, even at only 18-years-old, I feared of dying of a heart attack should I finally have the opportunity to see her naked.
The thought that I’d be spending the entire summer with my hot cousin was more exciting than wanting to go to the new Disney World they had just built a few years before in Florida. Zippity do da, even Jiminy Cricket would understand me wanting to see Cousin Julie’s body over wanting to see Mickey Mouse and the Magic Kingdom. I could always see Disney World later but I may never have another chance at seeing Julie naked, as I might now.
My Mom gave me a choice, but I knew what she wanted. Besides, it wasn’t much of a choice. I didn’t need a choice. Unbeknownst to my Mom, my decision was already made. We could have a one week vacation at Disneyworld or we could spend the entire summer at the cottage by the lake with my aunt and naked Julie. Ordinarily, it’d be no choice at all. I’d take going to Disney World over spending the summer at the lake, been there, done that.
The lake is boring. There’s nothing to do, really for an 18-year-old. Yeah, it was fun when I was younger, before I was attracted to women and constantly walked around with an erection. Now, I just wanted a chance to broaden my sexual horizons by taking the opportunity to see Julie naked.
All of this happened so fast. A change of plan, I had already packed my bag for Florida when my Mom asked if we could go to the lake instead with Aunt Rose and Cousin Julie. Before the stakes were raised, Disney World or spending the summer in our cottage spying on Mom dressing and undressing, I would have taken Disney World. Now that the stakes were raised, Disney World or spending the summer in our small cottage spying on Mom, Aunt Rose, and on a mission to see Cousin Julie naked, there was no indecision on my part. I was going to the lake.
“Sure, Mom, we can go to the lake for the summer instead of Disney World. I don’t mind really. I know you’d like to spend some family time with me, your sister, and your niece. No problem.”
Playing the dutiful son, while she played the guilty mom, my Mom said she’d make it up to me. Make it up to me? I owe her a lifelong debt of gratitude that I cannot even begin to repay for all the masturbation material she inadvertently gave me by inviting her sister and niece to stay with us for the summer.
“Zippity do da! I’m going to see Julie naked to day and tomorrow and every day.”
Immediately, incestuous scenarios filled my horny brain and I thought about accidentally on purpose barging in Julie’s room, while she was getting into or taking off her bikini. A suicide mission that was just as dangerous as it was desperate, flinging open her bedroom door was my last resort plan to catch her without her clothes.
“Gotcha!”
Albeit, sexually tempting, the thought of seeing her standing there naked, while trying to cover her curvaceous body, was one of my favorite fantasies. I imagined seeing her tits and her pussy. With malice of forethought, I had even placed the full length mirror behind her, so that when I barged in her room, I’d get a full view of her backside, as well as a good look at her front. The naked sight of her would photograph an indelible image in my mind to jerk off over and again months and years later. Albeit a last resort and desperate plan, it was still a perfect plan.
Now that I imagined seeing her naked, I needed to masturbate. I imagined her raising the stakes to my lustful sexual satisfaction. Tit for tat, since I saw her naked, I imagined her demanding to see me naked. Turnabout is only fair play, after all. How could I possibly deny my cousin the opportunity of seeing my cock? Showing my cousin my cock is the least I could do for her, after all, we’re family. I imagined Julie expecting me to strip off my bathing suit and show her my cock. A dream come true, I couldn’t believe it.
Acting reluctant to get naked in front of her, pretending I was embarrassed and modest, it was only fair that I allow her to see me naked when I saw her naked. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction to seeing tan lines before seeing my big boner. After all, it’s only fair that I satisfy her sexual curiosity in seeing me naked, as she satisfied mine in allowing, admittedly, accidentally on purpose, when I barged in her room, to see her naked.
I watched her eyes grow bigger with the sight of my erection. Since I was imagining this whole scenario anyway, it wasn’t much of a stretch of my imagination, now that we were both naked, that we’d have hot sex.
“Play with your cock,” I imagined her saying, while I slowly masturbated for her. “I want to watch you cum.”
A surreal dream and my frequent fantasy come true, if only in my vivid imagination, unfortunately, as I would discover later, the fantasy of the act, oftentimes, is better than the reality of it.
I imagined French kissing and French kissing her while feeling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples before reaching down her slim waist and around her back to cup her sweet, round, firm incestuous ass. I could almost feel her reaching her hand down and wrapping her fingers around my stiff cock.
“Touch me, Julie. Stroke my cock,” I imagined saying with horny anticipation. “Give me a hand job, while I suck your big tits and feel your perfect ass,” I imagined whispering in her ear before French kissing her.
“I’ll give you a hand job,” I imagined her breaking off the kiss and saying. “I’ll give you a blowjob even Jimmy,” she said looking at me seductively while licking her lips. “I’ll you’re your cock, if you play with my pussy and finger my clit and lick me first,” I imagined her whispering her desire in my ear before sticking her tongue in my ear. “I need to cum, too, cousin.”
“Okay, cousin,” I’d say in reply while finger fucking her pussy, playing with her clit, and sucking her nipples. Then, embracing her for a long wet kiss, I’d fall to my knees and lick her pussy.
Even though I really liked the plan of barging in her room and seeing her naked, along with the thought of her asking to see me naked, my favorite fantasy to masturbate to was to imagine having sex with her. The thought of having sex with my cousin always gave me an erection and made me cum. Just as I knew she’d never want to see me naked, I knew she’d never allow me to see her naked, never mind allowing me to touch her and have sex with her.
I knew she wasn’t sexually attracted to me. I knew she’d never have sex with me, her cousin. She wasn’t a horny pervert like me. It was after all, just a depraved fantasy. Only, what if it really happened? Hey, it could happen. Maybe, she’s just as horny as I am. We are family. Horniness could be a genetic predisposition that predates our existence. Therefore, if we were to have sex, we’d be blameless. It wouldn’t be our fault. It was in the genes.
If the above last resort scenario of barging in her room didn’t happen, I thought of her lying face down in a chaise lounge by the lake and offering to rub suntan lotion on her shapely legs and back. With nervous fingers, I imagined having to undo her bra. Then, once her bra was undone and the sides of her perfect breasts were exposed, I’d lightly run a bit of heather on her back and excitedly tell her it was a wasp. With the hopes that she’d jump up without taking the time to grab her bikini top, I imagined seeing her perfect C cup tits dancing in the sun, as she ran around screaming.
I liked that plan for its creative innocence and subtle elegance. Hey, any plan that would allow me to see Julie’s tits was a good plan, as far as I was concerned. A way to see her boobs without having all the guilt and suspicion that would surely accompany me with barging in her room to catch her naked, it was a good plan and one that I hoped would work without any blame coming back to me. It was the wasp’s fault, not mine. Depending how one was to look at it, the whole thing was just an unfortunate accident or a fortuitous sexual experience.
“Look out, Julie! A wasp!”
“Get it off of me, Jimmy! Get it off of me!”
With her arms raised and her hands flailing at her back, I imagined her jumping up and running around with her tits bouncing up and down and swaying side to side with her every movement in trying not to be bitten by my make believe wasp. I remembered, as a kid, that Julie hated bugs. She was deathly afraid of them. This is a plan that could work only, I feared, she may have the presence of mind to grab her bikini bra. Admittedly, a long shot, in hindsight, it was a lame and desperate plan to see my cousin’s tits.
Still the thought that it might work gave me something more to masturbate over. I imagined grabbing her and holding her to brush away the imagined wasp. Accidentally on purpose, of course, in grabbing her and in chasing away the make believe wasp, I inadvertent touched, okay, grabbed one, okay, groped both of her boobs. That was a fantasy that made my cock hard and me horny enough to masturbate to the wasp trick over and again.
Forgetting that she was still topless, I imagined her being so happy that I saved her and that she was not bitten by the wasp, that she hugged me. I imagined her pressing her big, naked boobs against my naked chest. As I reached around her to hold her nearly naked, topless body, I could feel her big boobs resting on my forearms. A dream come true, I could feel my cock growing, stiffening, and hardening, until I was poking her in the belly.
“Sorry, did I do that,” I imagined her looking down and saying.
“Yes, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. Allow your cousin to give you a bit of sexual release.” Still so grateful that I saved her from being bitten by the wasp, I imagined her falling to her knees, pulling down my swimsuit, and taking my cock in her mouth.
I even thought about having a camera at the ready, but a time before digital cameras, we only had our clunky 35mm. We didn’t own a Polaroid and I’m sure that Mr. George at the photo shop downtown wouldn’t develop an exposure of my cousin topless, anyway. Besides, Julie wouldn’t appreciate me photographing her boobs. Surely, that would tip her off that the entire thing wasn’t an accident, but was preplanned. Actually, knowing Mr. George and how he leers at all the young women, he’d probably develop the photo but keep it for himself.
I was desperate in trying to think of a way to see my cousin naked. I thought about waiting until my Mom and Aunt walked to the Wilson’s cottage a mile down the road to drink and play cards. Then, when alone with Julie, I’d ply her with beer stolen from the refrigerator hoping she’d get drunk enough to pass out unconscious and be oblivious to what I was doing with her sleeping body.
“Hey, there’s beer in here, Julie,” I imagined saying, while standing in front of the open fridge hoping the light would make my pajama bottoms transparent and give her a view of my cock. Good thing I wasn’t wearing underwear beneath my pajama bottoms. Oops, I must have forgotten to put a clean pair on after taking off my bathing suit. “Want one?”
“Sure. Only, three is my limit. After that I get so drunk that I pass out. Do me a favor though. If I pass out, carry me to bed, undress me, and put me to bed naked,” I imagined her telling me. “I don’t want to wrinkle my clothes and I’d be hot and uncomfortable sleeping in my underwear, so you may as well remove my bra and panty, too,” I imagined her saying while I slowly jerked off to the delicious thought of stripping her naked.
“Sure, no problem, Julie, really, I don’t mind stripping you naked to save your clothes from wrinkles and to maintain your comfort, while sleeping during the hot night.”
“Once undressed, I’ll just have to trust you not to take advantage of me by feeling up my naked body,” I imagined her saying. “If you suck my nipples, finger or lick my pussy, and/or try to stick your cock in my mouth, I’ll be pissed, Jimmy,” I imagined her saying with a stiff index finger of warning.
“I’m deeply offended that you’d even have to issue such an incestuous warning to your blood related cousin. I’d never take advantage of you, Julie, by feeling up your naked body, sucking your nipples, fingering and licking your pussy, and/or sticking my cock in your mouth,” I imagined saying with my fingers crossed behind my back.
After she finished her third beer, right on cue, I imagined watching her head slope to the side. Sitting across from her, I leaned forward and moved her feet apart with my foot and slowly parted her legs with a gentle nudge of her knees with my hands. Good, I didn’t disturb her and now I had the perfect upskirt shot of her bright, white, cotton panties. As the dutiful cousin that I am, complying with her wishes, I imagined carefully picking her up, carrying her to bed, and slowly undressing her on the pretense that she wouldn’t wrinkle her clothes and be hot and uncomfortable in her bra and panty, while sleeping.
The thought of putting my unconscious cousin to bed naked was another of my favorite fantasies. I imagined unbuttoning her blouse and looking to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next one. Then, once her blouse was unbuttoned, I imagined splaying it open to expose her white bra. While leering at her semi-nakedness, I’d feel her shapely tits and finger her nipples through her bra, while watching her and hoping and praying that she didn’t awaken to my touching her hot body. Not skilled enough with bra hooks back then to unhook one without having to see what I was doing, never having unhooked one before, I’d have to take extra care not to awaken her, when propping her up enough to see, while reaching around her to unhook her bra.
The thought of slowly lifting her short skirt up to her waist to expose her white cotton panties was equally as exciting as removing her bra and seeing her tits. I imagined seeing my cousin’s camel toe and seeing some blonde pussy hairs sticking out the sides of her panty. It was then that I imagined unzipping her skirt and removing it.
Now topless and only wearing her panties, I imagined touching her in between her legs before falling to my knees and sniffing her pussy through her panties, before licking her slit through her white, cotton panties. Finally, slowly and carefully, so as not to awaken her, I’d wiggle her unconscious body out of her panty. Slowly and taking care not to awaken her, inch by inch, while wondering if she was shaved, trimmed or bushy, I imagined my cock growing in size with the thought of, finally, seeing her bush and her slit.
Tits, ass, and pussy, I imagined her naked, as I stroked my cock faster and faster, while viewing her naked body. Tits, ass, and pussy, hers were the first tits and the first pussy that I imagined seeing. Although I could see the sides of her ass, I didn’t want to risk turning her to see her whole ass. Besides, commingled with women from the many Playboy, Penthouse, and Hustler layouts that I had masturbated over, I could see her so well in my mind’s eye that I truly believed that I had already seen her naked. She was extraordinarily beautiful. Now that I remember how much and in the way that I thought of her, I was in love with her.
Even though I had imagined seeing her naked, the curiosity of wondering if she was bushy, shaved or trim heated me with feverish desire. I wondered what she tasted like. I wondered if I fucked her if she’d awaken and scream or awaken and wrap her legs and arms around me and return my humps with hers. I wondered what she sounded like when she cam. I wondered if we married and had children, three boys, if I’d have to name them Larry, Darryl, and Darryl.
I imagined lifting her sleeping hand to my cock and wrapping her fingers around it, while I moved her hand with my hips back and forth to have her give me an unconscious hand job. Not one into necrophilia, this was my hot, sleeping cousin and not my dead, rotting cousin. Then, I imagined putting my cock by her sleeping mouth hoping that she’d take the hint, part her lips, and take me in her mouth, while dreaming of sucking my cock. Since it was my fantasy and not reality, as soon as my cock touched her lips, she opened her mouth, wrapped her tongue around it, and took it inside. Apparently, this wasn’t the first cock my cousin had in her mouth, I imagined.
“That’s right; take it in your mouth. Suck it, Julie. Suck my cock. Be a nice girl and blow your horny cousin.”
Only, my plan failed. It turned out that Julie didn’t drink. She hated beer. Besides, my Mom and my aunt took their beer with them to drink while playing cards down the road. Yet, it wasn’t a total loss; at least I spent the evening with my cousin.
“Must you stare at me like that?”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was staring.”
“You were. You’re such a pervert. I know what you’re trying to do. You’re always trying to steal a peak of my panties or my bra.”
“I was not. I was just thinking.”
“What were you thinking?”
“I’ll give you a hundred bucks to see you naked.”
“You don’t have a hundred dollars.”
“I will when I get a job. If you get naked now, I’ll send you the money later.”
“As if I’d trust you to send me the money, besides, I wouldn’t get naked for any amount of money. You’re my cousin, pervert.”
Okay, that didn’t work out so well either. Fortunately, I still had my Mom and aunt to depend on for some sexy flashes. Accidentally or on purposely, they always gave me something to see to masturbate over later.
Nearly every night, making a lot of noise and singing, my Mom and Aunt Rose didn’t return to the cottage until well after midnight. I would have had plenty of time to enact my plan of getting Julie drunk and naked, only she didn’t drink. I’d have to come up with another plan to see my cousin naked. If it wasn’t for Julie staying with me at the cottage for the entire summer, I’d change my focus and concentrate on seeing my Mom and/or my aunt naked. With their modesty diminishing in proportion to their advancing age, not that they were old, but 40-something is old to an 18-year-old, they were always careless about their dress, especially when they had been drinking.
I loved it when my Mom and aunt were drunk. They’d come out of their room wearing their little, white, cotton nighties with nothing underneath. I’d watch them getting a beer and/or something to eat out of the fridge. They’d leave the refrigerator door open longer than necessary, while standing in front of it to cool off their hot bodies. Giving me a view of their asses, tits, and pussies, the light from the fridge suddenly made their nightgown nearly as transparent as gauze.
They were always so touchy feely, too, when they had been drinking and every time they leaned over to give me a hug or a kiss, they’d inadvertently give me an incredible down nightgown view of their tits. Sometimes, depending on how drunk they were, how far they leaned, and how long they gave me to look, before they noticed I was looking and how much I could see, I could see all the way down their nightgown to their feet. Of course, along the way, I saw their bushy pussies.
From my lying position on the couch, when they bent to pick up something from the floor, I had the perfect up nightgown view of their pussy and ass. Then, when they sat across from me and engaged me in conversation, they sat like a guy with their legs spread, while smoking a cigarette and giving me a good view of their bushy pussy. The sight of the naked bodies of my Mom and aunt always gave me a raging erection and I couldn’t wait for them to retire to bed so that I could masturbate over what I had saw of them.
Then, early in the morning, as soon as the sun lit up our little cottage, I’d get up before anyone else and stealthily walk in my Mom’s room on the pretense of looking for something. Having not come home until the early hours of the morning, they were dead to the world. Because it was so hot in the little cottage, hotter inside than it was outside; I knew, sometime during the night, they’d strip out of their nightgowns. More than once, my early bird Ninja tactics was rewarded with a show of naked body parts of my Mom and aunt.
We only had a four room cottage, 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room. I slept out in the open in the living room. Julie had her own bedroom and my aunt and Mom shared the other bedroom sleeping in the same bed.
Julie slept with her bedroom door closed. I guess she didn’t mind the heat and I always wondered if she was sleeping naked, which would explain why she had her door closed. My Mom and aunt slept with their door wide open hoping to catch a cross breeze from the few fans we had perched in the windows. Drunk to the world, they’d both be sleeping together in bed butt naked covered only with the thin cotton sheet. I saw my aunt’s ass sticking out of the sheet once and another time I saw my Mom’s tit peeking over the top of the sheet. On both occasions, it was images that I couldn’t wait to masturbate over and still do to this day, sometimes.
If it wasn’t for Julie, I’d be focusing all my attention on seeing my Mom and aunt naked. At the time, both in their early 40’s, they were still MILF’s. Both grade school teachers, the summer was their time to unwind and let it all hang loose. Always working and seldom drinking throughout the rest of the year, during their whole time at the cottage, they were always drunk and unconscious. I don’t think they’d wake up if I pulled the sheet off their unclothed bodies and stood on the bed, while masturbating to the naked sight of mature bodies. I imagined them waking up and wondering why they were covered in cum.
“Anne, did I have sex with someone at the Wilson’s last night,” I imagined my aunt Rose asking my Mom?
“I don’t remember, Rose. Why?”
“My face and tits are covered with cum.”
“Me too,” I imagined my mother saying while running her hand over her naked body. “I have cum in my hair and all over my stomach and pussy.”
I even thought about sleeping naked in the living room on the pretense of catching a breeze, too. We didn’t have air conditioning in the cottage and it was always stuffy hot and humid, even at night. I imagined my Mom or my Aunt Rose or Julie waking up early and walking in the living room, while I pretended I was still sleeping. With plenty of opportunity, I was excited by the thought of exposing my cock to my Mom, my aunt and/or my cousin.
Showing them my cock and watching their reaction to seeing it would give me something new to masturbate over. Both single mothers, I was the only man in the house and I always wondered what they’d do or say at the sight of seeing me naked. Even if I never did expose myself, it was exciting to masturbate to the thoughts of doing it.
“Look Anne, Jimmy is still sleeping,” I imagined my Aunt Rose saying to my Mom, while they both stood by the couch watching me sleep.
“He must be having a nice dream,” I imagine my mom saying to her sister. “He has an erection.”
“Guys always get an erection while sleeping,” I imagine my aunt saying. “He does have a nice cock. He’s making me horny.”
“Rose, that’s your nephew, you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, well, when’s the last time you had a cock in your pussy, Anne.”
“Okay, point taken, it’s making me a little uncomfortable staring at my son’s cock,” I imagine my Mom saying, while staring at my cock. “I haven’t seen that since I changed his diaper.”
“Actually, I haven’t seen a cock since I picked up that sailor in the bar last year,” I imagined my aunt saying. “Do you think he’d wake up if I touched it, just stroked it a little, and put my mouth on it?”
“Rose! That’s sick.”
“What are you two gawking at,” I imagined my cousin saying while walking in the living room behind them and standing between my Mom and my aunt.
“Don’t look, Julie,” I imagined my aunt saying to her daughter. “Your cousin is naked and having a sexual dream. He has an erection.”
“No way. Let me see. I want to see,” I imagined my cousin saying loud enough to wake me. “Wow, his cock is so big.”
“Julie,” I imagined my aunt saying to her daughter. “Have some respect for your cousin. It’s not polite to ogle his cock.”
“You were ogling his cock, too,” I imagined Julie saying to her mother.
“No I wasn’t. I was just daydreaming about the sailor that I, oh, never mind.”
“Mom! Aunt Rose! Julie! What are you doing gawking at me? I’m so embarrassed. I’m naked and you’ve seen my cock. I feel so used and abused.” Feebly covering my erection with the splayed fingers of my hand, I feigned my outrage with my embarrassment, while watching their looks and watching them still staring at my rigid member. “How could you? I feel so dirty.” This is the good part of this fantasy. “Now, that you’ve seen me naked, you all must allow me to see you naked. Take off all your clothes.”
“Not on your life, young man,” I imagined my Mom scolding me. “We all know this is just your fantasy and your way to imagine us naked.”
“Damn.”
If that scenario didn’t work, then I thought about asking Julie to go skinny dipping with me when our Moms went to town. They were always gone for hours buying food and supplies. I’d be just as excited seeing Julie’s naked body, as I would in showing her my naked body. On the pretense of playing and splashing in the water, I’d cop a feel of her tits and ass, and maybe even her pussy, while hoping her hand would brush by, touch, and stroke my cock.
I imagined getting up real close to her and rubbing my cock against her naked ass, before scooping her up and tossing her back down in the water. Then, we’d dry ourselves and lie naked on the shore. Maybe she wanted to see me naked, as much as I wanted to see her naked. Maybe she wanted me, as much as I wanted her. Maybe she’d be horny from the water play to allow me to touch her. I imagined French kissing her while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Maybe she’d allow me to fuck her. Maybe she fantasizes about giving me a blowjob. I imagined shooting a load of cum in my cousin’s mouth and a second load across her face and tits.
Realistically, I knew my cousin wasn’t fantasizing about me, but that never stopped me from fantasizing about her and masturbating over her. When I think how horny I was over her back then compared to now, actually, now that I think about it, nothing has changed. I’m still horny over her ass. I still fantasize about her and I still masturbate over imagining her naked. Wow, I just had an insightful breakthrough. I don’t know what it all means, but I feel like masturbating.
Up until that point, Julie and I attended different high schools in different cities, and we played together as kids, as any cousin did. Over the years, I’d see her at different family gatherings, birthdays and holidays. We were still just kids, teenagers really. It wasn’t until I saw her again at our high school graduation party that I developed a very strong sexual attraction for her. She had matured into a beautiful woman. Her teddy bear shape of a body had suddenly sprouted curves and tits. I had developed into a horny teenager with a throbbing penis and a strong desire to see her naked. Again, nothing has changed.
When seeing her again at our high school graduation party a week earlier, after not having seen her since Christmas, I remember hugging her a little too long and pressing my stiffening erection into her stomach, while my hand rested on the side of her breast and my other hand poised itself on the top of her ass. I was ready to grab a handful of her tit and/or ass at the first sign of any encouragement from her, only she turned her head when I went to kiss her on the lips and I ended up kissing her on the cheek. It was a cheap way to cop a feel and I wasn’t proud of the fact that I was trying to feel, hump, and kiss my sexy cousin, but I was horny and she was hot.
I spent the rest of my time at the party trying to steal upskirt glances at her panties and downblouse views of her bra. Apparently, not suspecting that her cousin was a perverted teenager, who’d try to steal peeks of her underwear, it wasn’t too difficult to do with her wearing a short skirt and a low cut top. I was rewarded with enough views of her panty and bra to give me plenty to jerk off over for the next few years. Women didn’t wear jeans so much back then like they do now. A time when the mini-skirt was prevalent and Farrah Fawcett was still popular, the late seventies still enjoyed the sexual explosion that started in the sixties.
I couldn’t believe it when the party culminated with my Mom inviting my cousin and my aunt to spend the summer with us at the cottage. I was shocked. I was excited. I was already scheming how I could see my cousin naked. There goes the Disney World trip. Who cares?
Both 18-years-old, it was the summer after our high school graduations and just before we both left for college in September. She went south and I went north to school. She was melancholy about leaving her Mom for school and I was excited about spending some quality time with my family before embarking upon my next journey in life, leaving home for college.
Okay, who am I kidding? Spending quality time with my family had nothing to do with my agreeing to spend the entire summer at the cottage with my hot cousin, instead of going to Disney World for a week and spending the rest of the summer with my boring and equally as horny friends. I admit; I was filled with incestuous lust and an all consuming sexual desire to spend a summer with Julie at the cottage by the lake with the hopes of seeing her nude, having her see me naked or, preferably both.
Speaking of my horny friends, wait until I tell them that I saw my cousin naked and even if I don’t get to see her naked, I’ll make up a story that I did. They’ll call me a pervert. They’ll lambaste me telling me that it’s incest to have sexual thoughts about my cousin in wanting to see her naked and after seeing her naked. Yet, they’ll all listen to my story of seeing my sexy cousin naked, they’ll even ask me to retell it over and again so that, when alone in their bedroom and/or bathroom, they, too, can jerk off over imagining seeing Julie naked or seeing their own cousin naked.
As a horny teenager, who wouldn’t be consumed with incestuous thoughts? Julie was gorgeous. Tall, thin, and blonde with bright, blue eyes, she had C cup tits and a firm, round ass. I was hoping, after a few cold beers stolen from the fridge, she’d go skinny dipping with me. Only, I remembered again that, she didn’t drink. There goes my plans of stripping her naked while she was drunk and unconscious, speaking of which, what 18-year-old girl on her way to college doesn’t drink. Fearing that I’d never see her naked, she’s probably a prude.
Further, just my luck, a religious girl, I soon discovered that she was shy about showing her body to any man, especially if that man was her blood related cousin. I was relegated to hoping for more downblouse shots when she wore her low cut tops and more upskirt shots when she paraded around the cabin wearing a mini skirt after dressing to go to dinner. My balls were blue most of the summer because of my inability to see my cousin naked.
Then, when she evicted a big spider out of the cottage and carried it in her bare hands to the tall weeds outside, I soon discovered she no longer harbored a fear of bugs. There goes my plan of seeing her tits later by using the old make believe wasp gag. All my plans to see her naked were quickly fading. I had to come up with another plan. Running out of time, as the summer quickly progressed, I had to think of something that wasn’t obvious to make her think that I wasn’t the pervert that I am, while still devising the opportunity to see her without her clothes.
The best chance that I had to see more of her amazing body was when she wore her bikini. There was a brief time when she removed her cover up to take a dip in the water and, while drying the water from her bodacious body with a towel, before donning her cover up, again. I had another chance to see something that I shouldn’t see when she sunned herself on the beach and unhooked her bra without wearing her, always with her, cover up. I even tried dousing her with a splash of cold water to make her get up quickly without grabbing her top first, but she didn’t flinch. She said the cool water felt good on her hot back. Fuck!
It was then that I formulated my hatred for cover ups and for the gay guy, no doubt, who invented them. They should change the name of cover ups to blue ball blouses. It wouldn’t surprise me if the guy who invented the cover up was the same gay guy who invented that upskirt pussy defeater and panty cheater, the pantyhose. I hate pantyhose more than I do cover ups. Give me garter belts with nylons and bright white cotton panties any day. And while you’re at it, bring back the micro mini-skirt. There’s no way a woman can sit in those skirts without flashing her panties.
Since none of my plans to see her naked were working, I decided take control of the situation and flash my cock to her. Maybe, I thought, I hoped, seeing my cock might arouse her and stimulate some incestuous activity later. I waited until my Mom and aunt drove to town. It’s a half hour ride each way and I knew they’d be in town for at least 3 or 4 hours shopping and having lunch. I put on my Dad’s old bathing suit. I knew the waist was big enough that, once I put my arms over my head, it would fall to my ankles. I know it wasn’t the greatest plan, but it was the best that I could do on such short notice. With my plans of seeing Julie naked all failing, willing to take one for the team by exposing myself, I didn’t want my summer vacation to end with Julie without receiving some new jerk off material to get me through the cold winter days, while away at college.
I carried the rickety old stepladder to the trap door of the attic on the pretense of getting out another one of the chaise lounges, which I needed to get anyway. I already had an erection with the thoughts of Julie coming eye to eye with my one-eyed monster.
“Julie, would you mind holding the ladder for me? I need to get the chaise lounge and I don’t want to fall.”
I was nervous. I was shaking with the anticipation of exposing my cock to my cousin. I had an erection just thinking about exposing my cock to my cousin. Just as I hoped she didn’t notice my trepidation, I hoped she didn’t see through my perverted plan.
“Sure,” she said getting up from where she was sitting.
Standing on the top step, I had the perfect view of her cleavage. She was so beautiful. She was so shapely. She had such a super hot body. Her beautiful tits filled her bikini top. I couldn’t wait to see them without her bra. Wait. Where’s she going?
My plan suddenly backfired, literally, when Julie stood behind me while holding the stepladder. Now, if my trunks fell, she’d only have a view of my naked ass instead of my naked cock. Seeing my ass instead of my cock is not the same level of excitement that I needed for jerk off material later. I needed for my hot cousin to see my cock. I needed to see her reaction to seeing my cock. Hoping she’d react favorably to seeing my cock, if she was facing my ass instead of my cock, she’d probably just slap my backside after seeing my ass, while laughing.
Reaching up as high as I could, standing perched on my toes, I pretended to struggle with the chaise lounge and turned around on the step just as my bathing suit slipped from my waist, slid down my legs, and rested at my ankles. I did it. I was naked. Still holding onto the chaise lounge, I looked down at Julie. She was looking at my nakedness. She was staring at my cock. She was laughing.
“Shit,” I said. “Julie don’t look. Don’t look at my cock. Can you pull my bathing suit up for me? Please don’t tell my Mom and Aunt Rose. I’m so embarrassed,” I said hoping she’d mistake my erection and the excitement in my voice for embarrassment. “I have my hands full and don’t want to drop this on our heads.”
When she reached down to pull up my trunks, the top of her head was so close to my penis that all I needed to do was to move my hips forward just a tiny bit to hump her face with my cock, and that’s exactly what I did. I was so excited to touch her anywhere with my naked cock that, when she suddenly raised her head to look up at me, I nearly poked her in the eye with my stiff prick. If she was a micrometer closer and a hair quicker in moving her head up, my cock would have bounced off her lip. With my luck, it would have hit her in the nose. If I wasn’t so pathetic, it would have been funny.
“Eww! That’s so gross. Watch out with that thing. You’d better not cum off on me, you little pervert,” she said pulling up my trunks and holding them in place with her hand. “These are a little big for you,” she said with a laugh, “aren’t they?”
“They were my Dad’s. I must have packed them instead of my bathing suit. I hope my trunks are buried somewhere in my suitcase.”
My mind was a blur. Julie saw my cock. I flashed my cousin my cock. Only, I was hoping she’d take the hint. I was hoping for more of a reaction. I was hoping she’d blow me or at the very least give me a hand job. She didn’t even touch it.
I was hoping she’d leave my bathing trunks down around my ankles and take advantage of the fact that my hands were full. I hoped she’d reach out and stroked me before taking my cock in her mouth. Yeah, I know, it would never happen. Only a guy would take advantage of a woman in that way, but it was exciting to imagine, while hoping that she would.
Like me back then, she was probably still a virgin and had never given a guy a hand job or had a cock in her mouth, no doubt. Maybe, my cock was the first cock she ever saw up close. She did stare at it, though, and I now had plenty to jerk off over later.
That summer vacation was my last chance and my perfect opportunity to see my cousin naked. Besides, it wasn’t like I was hoping to have sex with her. Certainly, having sex with my cousin would be crossing the line from sanity to incest. Perverted and perverse in my attempts to see her naked, I just wanted to see her boobs, her bush, and her butt. In hindsight, now that I’m removed from the incestuous fever that heated my desire and inflamed the fire of my sexual thoughts over my cousin, my behavior was all very normal and innocent, hardly considered incest at all.
Further, now that I think about it, lusting over one’s female relatives is a road that we all must travel and have taken, one time or another. As long as we just look and don’t touch, as long as we control ourselves from acting upon our incestuous thoughts to experience the perfect but forbidden bodies of our blood related relatives, there’s really no incest involved. As long as we refrain from acting upon our sexual impulses, my actions could be construed as merely bonding with my family by admiring the beauty of my cousin, aunt, and mother. Okay, I really don’t believe any of that crap, but it sounds good, doesn’t it?
Just as they can’t convict me for thinking about killing another person, they can’t accuse me of having incestuous sex with a female relative just by thinking about having hot, wild, forbidden sex with my gorgeous cousin, stripping her naked, and having her blow me. Sorry, I was excited by the thought of stripping my cousin naked and having her blow me. I got carried away.
Just as they accused ex-President Jimmy Carter of having impure thoughts, when he ogled the women pictured in a Playboy magazine, I can just hear a priest or a reverend telling me otherwise, that having the thought of incestuous sex is as bad as doing the dirty deed. If that’s the case, if I’m damn just for thinking about seeing my cousin naked, then I may as well go to Hell by having sex with her, if only I could and if only she would.
Decades later, I still think about my cousin Julie seeing my cock that day, and I still masturbate over the thoughts of slowly stripping her naked while French kissing her. Sometimes, when alone and masturbating, I still imagine her touching me and stroking me, before blowing me. During those hot, summer weeks with her by the lake at the cabin, I would have given anything to fuck her and to feel my prick slide in her wet pussy, while listening to all the sexual sounds she’d make.
That day that I finally saw Julie naked is something that I’ll never forget and is a fortuitous sight that I’ll take with me to my grave. You would have thought I had won the lottery, I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to return to the privacy of the bathroom and jerk-off over what I had just seen. With fond memories of the summer season we spent together at the cabin, what happened between us is something we could laugh about now, if only she was still talking to me.
Damn, talk about holding a grudge, gees, so what that I had seen her tits, pussy, and ass? What’s the big deal? She didn’t think it was such a big deal when she saw my cock. I guess her seeing my cock was a bigger deal to me.
Yeah, sure, I had lustful thoughts and sexual desires for my cousin. So what? At my age, I had lustful thoughts and sexual desires for a keyhole, especially if there was a female behind that keyhole getting dressed or undressed. Now that I think of it, I admit it. I did spy on my mother and my aunt dressing and undressing numerous times during our summer vacation at the cottage. So what? You have a problem with that? I’m glad I did it and I’d do it again. Okay, maybe I wouldn’t do it now because my Mom and aunt are elderly, but you know what I mean.
Spying on my Mom and my aunt was no big deal. It wasn’t like I had sex with them. I knew the creak, squeak, groan, and moan of every floorboard of that cabin and where not to step to telltale that I was outside their door peeking through the keyhole, while they removed their blouses, bras, skirts, and panties and got into their bathing suits. Oh, my God, that was so exciting to steal a peek of my Mom’s or Aunt’s bush, tits and/or ass.
Hey, look at it from my perspective, a horny male teenager, they were getting dressed and undressed practically in public. Yeah, sure their door was closed, but anyone walking by the door and bending down to tie his sneaker lace could clearly see what they were doing behind that closed door, especially after they suddenly lost their balance and pressed their eyeball to the keyhole to stop them from falling.
Clearly, I’m innocent. I did nothing wrong. I was just tying my sneaker and lost my balance, I imagined I’d say in defense of my actions were I to be caught by my mother, aunt or cousin peeping, while pretending to tie my shoelace.
“You’re such a pig. I can’t believe you were peeping through the keyhole watching your own mother and my mother undress,” I imagined Julie saying if catching me peeping.
“Watching them undress? How could you think that of me, Julie? How dare you? I’m deeply offended and gravely insulted that you would think such a thing. I lost my balance while tying my sneaker,” I imagined saying to my cousin, while avoiding her angry eye contact and talking to the impression her tits made in her blouse.
“Yeah, right, as if I believe that. Cut the crap. What did you see?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me what you saw. Tell me or I’ll tell on you,” I imagine my cousin pinching my arm.
“I saw their asses, tits, and pussies.”
“I can’t believe you saw your mother’s and my mother’s asses, tits, and pussies. You are such a little pervert.”
Before imagining being caught by Julie, I imagined my Mom suddenly opening her bedroom door and catching me peeping.
“I brought you up better than that to peep. How dare you spy on me? Was it worth being caught to see me naked?”
Fuck yeah, I wanted to say, but didn’t.
“Mother really, how could you think that of me? I was merely tying my sneaker,” I imagined saying to her after being caught red handed peeping.
“Is this what you want to see,” I imagined my mother opening her bathrobe to show me her naked body. I couldn’t believe my Mom was showing me her tits and pussy. I couldn’t believe they were within my reach, if only I dared touch her full breast, her trimmed pussy, and her naked body.
“Sorry, Mom,” I imagined myself saying and giving her a big hug before she had a chance to close her bathrobe. I could feel my mother’s tits, her nipples suddenly becoming erect against my bare chest, and my throbbing cock pushing against her naked and exposed belly.
“Now go to the kitchen while I finish dressing,” I imagine her saying while tying her bathrobe. “You’re grounded.”
Gladly, I imagined going to the bathroom, instead of the kitchen to jerk-off. I was always jerking off. Especially after spending the summer with three hot women, in a confined hot space, I suddenly had plenty of reasons to release the sexual tension that I continually felt. Now, that I think about it, I wondered if they heard me masturbating. Now, that I think about it, it was a very small cabin. I may have vibrated the whole shack jerking off. I’m embarrassed.
I remember seeing my Aunt Rose’s panties, when a big gust of wind blew her dress up to the back of her shoulders. We were on the harbor cruise they have that goes around the lake. It was a very windy day and, apparently, my aunt tired of futzing with her skirt because she allowed the wind to have its way with her hem. I and the others onboard were rewarded with a continual and prolonged flash of Aunt Rose’s sheer panties and ass cheeks the entire time she was above deck. It was a sight that I enjoyed replaying over again in my mind, while jerking off over it years later.
There I was minding my own business, while sitting in the deck chair enjoying the voyeuristic opportunity of my aunt’s panty clad ass. Then, when she turned to face me, the gust of wind blew her skirt up to her chest and I saw the dark patch of her bush and her panty clad camel toe. She was more interested in holding her hair in place than she was in capturing her skirt and I always wondered if she was using the excuse of the wind to flash me her panty clad pussy on purpose. Over the years, I took cruises hoping to see a display of women losing the battle with the wind, but most days were calm and then women started wearing pants.
I can assure you that the fact that I masturbated over all of what I had seen of my mother and my aunt undressing and dressing, along with the hopeful thoughts of seeing my cousin naked, has nothing whatsoever to do with incest. It’s preposterous and laughable to think that anyone would think that just because I was preoccupied with voyeurism that I would make the leap to incest. I can assure you that it was nothing more than raging hormones, while being focused on the art form of masturbation during my sexual maturity. The fact that I lusted over my relatives, especially my cousin, meant nothing and certainly had nothing to do with incest. And if you believe any of that, I swamp land, I mean, ocean front property in Florida to sell.
For anyone’s information and speculation, my Mom, aunt, and cousin could have been any woman. It was coincidental that they just happened to be related to me. Matter of fact, looking to see what they were showing and replaying all that I had seen in my mind, while masturbating, was all just part of growing up and becoming a man. It’s been decades, years, months, weeks, okay days, since I masturbated, while thinking of peeking through my mother’s and aunt’s bedroom door keyholes, and while thinking of my beautiful and curvy cousin’s naked body. Those sights have given me thirty years of masturbation material. Ah, that was one sexy summer vacation that I shall remember all of my life.
Much in the way that I lusted over my mother and aunt, it wasn’t like I wanted to have sex with my cousin, I was just hoping to see her naked. I’m not going to feel guilty about something that I couldn’t control. Blame it on the hormones, but I was horny all the time. I woke up feeling horny and I went to bed feeling horny.
Notwithstanding my vigilance and my stealth peeping, I was never fortunate enough to see my mother or aunt completely naked. Except for the down nightgown flashes, up nightgown peeks, and transparent views of their naked bodies beneath their nightgowns, when standing in front of the open refrigerator door, that they rewarded me with when they were drunk, I only saw flashes of bits and pieces of their bodies. Usually, I only managed to catch my mother and my aunt in their underwear. I did briefly see my mother topless once, but it happened so fast that I didn’t see much. I saw my aunt bottomless once, but she was facing the other way while bending over and I only saw her ass.
It was usually during the summer that I saw something that I wasn’t supposed to see, ergo the reason why summer is my favorite season. During the winter months, everyone is bundled up with excess clothing, even in the house because we kept the thermostat turned down low to conserve energy and save on fuel cost expenses, even back then with the oil embargos and energy crisis of the ’70’s. The summertime is when my cousin paraded around with short skirts with bikini panties and tube tops without a bra. My mother and my aunt wore a lot of flared sleeveless dresses and sundresses.
With my cousin always sitting on the couch with her knees apart or sometimes her legs up and my mother and aunt always bending over to pick up things around the cottage, my mother, aunt and cousin gave me plenty of upskirt and downblouse views. Now, that I think about it, just so that I could jerk off over it later, I was really a little pervert in the way that I stalked all of them hoping to see more than they wanted me to see and were willing to show.
I always wondered if they knew I was always looking to see what I could see. I always wondered if they enjoyed the attention that I gave them and flashed me on purpose, just to tease me in some perverse and incestuous way. We all had the same genetic makeup after all and I wondered if they were just as horny as I was. I wondered if they knew I was jerking off over their naked and semi-naked bodies. Now, that I think about it, they must have known. How could they not know? It was a very small cottage.
My favorite past-time back then was playing with myself. I was always masturbating, as many as five times a day on my horniest of days. I pulled my prick until it was red and raw. I couldn’t stop playing with myself and I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to do it all over again.
Serendipitously, toward the end of our summer vacation, I did finally see my cousin naked, but it was an accident, kind of, not really, okay, okay, I admit it, I did it on purpose. I knew she was getting changed into her bathing suit and I purposely walked in on her. I knew she was about to strip naked and I waited outside her bedroom door counting to ten, very long and nervous seconds while watching through the keyhole and waiting for her to strip.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…”
I remember that the keyhole gave me such a small view of the room and she never stood still long enough for me to watch her remove any of her clothes to know when to turn the knob and burst in on her. Looking at herself in the mirror, while brushing her long, blonde hair, it felt as if I was waiting outside her bedroom door forever. I was afraid she’d open the door and surprised me, while I was peeping through her keyhole.
Controlled by incestuous thoughts and with manners, morals, and respect for my relatives forgotten, I was driven by the lust of wanting to see my cousin naked. Intently, I listened at the door for the sound of her zipper being pulled down. I listened for the distinctive rustle and her grunts and groans of her struggling to remove her skintight jeans. Once I heard the belt buckle of her jeans hit the floor, I impatiently waited for her to remove her bra and panty before turning the knob and barging in her room.
“Five, four, three, two, one…”
Don’t forget, this was a time before cell phone cameras, digital cameras, camcorders, and hidden cameras. The only way for me to catch a female relative naked, the only way for me to see my cousin Julie naked, was to go Ninja on her naked ass, or in the case of my cousin, Julie, on her naked pussy and tits by barging in their room unexpectedly. Fortunately, except for the front and back door, none of the doors on the cottage had locks, not even the bathroom door. This cottage was a perverts dream house.
All that I needed to complete my mission and realize my fantasy of seeing my cousin naked was to have the courage and the incestuous fever to turn the knob and push open Julie’s bedroom door at the precise moment that she was standing there without her clothes. Could I do it? Would I do it? Fuck yeah! I did it.
“Julie,” I said excitedly on the pretense of having something important to tell her, as I flung open the door, as if a bomb exploded it open.
There she was and she was naked. Damn, she had a hot body and intent on seeing it, I finally saw it. I was in Heaven. I could feel my eyes bulging out of my head. After seeing her tits and pussy, I couldn’t wait to jerk off. And there framed behind her in the full length mirror, was her perfect little ass. She had such delicious tan lines.
Looking so much like a deer caught in headlights, she stood there motionlessly in shocked silence with her arms by her side. Accomplishing what I had dreamt about doing for so long, the sight of seeing my cousin naked gave me years of jerk-off material. Albeit only for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes, I was standing in her bedroom while she was naked. I couldn’t believe it. I saw Julie naked. I saw Julie’s tits, nipples, areolas, pussy, and ass.
Time slowed and what seemed like minutes was only seconds, but my memory captured the naked image of my cousin’s firm, round breasts, pink areolas, puffy nipples, flat stomach, her trimmed patch of blonde fur, and round, firm ass. She was lovelier than I had imagined. Perfect in every detail, she was a Goddess, a Playboy model, a vision of loveliness that still makes me wild with desire for her when I think of her standing there naked. That one vision of her naked loveliness is one that I took away with me to jerk-off over and again later. It was something that I will never ever forget.
Louder than the wail of a siren, more terrifying than the scream of a wounded animal, scarier than the loudest scream in any B movie, had she welcomed me in her room instead of screaming her head off for me to leave, I wondered if I would have had sex with her. Nah, I never would have had sex with Julie. She’s my cousin. Having sex with my cousin then would have crossed the line of what is acceptable behavior and would have been incest. Surely, seeing her naked was one thing and merely an accident, kind of, not really, okay, not at all, but it was worth it. I saw Julie naked. It was worth forgoing the trip to Disney World to see Julie in her naked splendor.
Only, what if she had invited me to stay and talk to her while she dressed? What if she had invited me to touch her, you know, to innocently check her naked body for bug bites, and while wiping on some sunscreen and suntan lotion? Surely, that wouldn’t be incest, checking my cousin’s naked body for bug bites and wiping on some sunscreen and suntan lotion before watching her change into her bikini. Would it? What’s the big deal? It’s all so innocent, really. We were cousins after all, family.
Would I have had sex with my cousin? Absolutely not, well, maybe, if I was drunk and horny enough, okay if she were agreeable to having sex with me; I would have thrown her a bang. Definitely, if she wanted me as much as I wanted her, I would have eaten her pussy. Okay, okay, I wish I could have had sex with my cousin that day. Certainly, I was horny enough to run away with her to West Virginia and live in the mountains somewhere with a dog named Blue. I can hear the banjo music now.
I wished I could have explored my cousin’s naked body that day. I wish I could have felt her tits before sucking her nipples. I would have given anything for her to give me a hand job before giving me a blowjob and for me to give her a cum bath of epic proportions. It would have been exciting to explode a load of cum in my cousin’s mouth, before pulling out my cock and exploding a huge second load across her face and tits.
I had so much cum back then that it was pressurized. In the way that silly string shoots out of a can, I could shoot a stream of cum as high as the ceiling and across the room. Now, it just kind of oozes out, as if it is an infected lesion and, no longer can I cum 5 times in a day, I’m lucky to cum twice, okay, once.
Now that I think about it, with the speed and the force that I had opened her bedroom door, had she been standing behind the door, I would have knocked her unconscious with the door hitting her in the head. So long as she wasn’t dead or injured, that would have been a wet dream come true and one that I have dreamt more than a few times, helping to revive my hot, naked cousin by giving her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, while pressing one hand down on her naked breasts with the other hand fingering her pussy.
Okay, I know now that fingering the pussy of my cousin is not how to revive an unconscious woman. It’s been years, months, okay, weeks, since I believed that. Gees, c’mon, give me some credit for sophisticated sexual intelligence about women. I’m not an idiot.
Unlike my old Atari game, women don’t have a restart button and usually don’t respond to sexual touching when out cold. Yet, back then, I read that, something about fingering an unconscious woman’s pussy and pressing on their G spot is one way to revive them. I read that in a credible journal of medicine. Okay, okay, I read it in a story in the back of Hustler or Penthouse magazine. I forget which one.
“Get out! Get out,” she screamed looking to grab at something, anything to cover her nakedness and finally covering herself with her hands and arms. “Get out of my fucking room! I can’t believe you saw me naked! I’m so embarrassed! I just want to die.”
Her screams assaulted me and my senses, as if they were slaps across my face. Surely, Julie was just as horny as I was. Surely, Julie wanted to show me her naked body, as much as I wanted to see her naked body. Surely, Julie wanted me as much as I wanted her. Only, she wasn’t horny. She didn’t want to show me her naked body and she didn’t want me as much as I wanted her. She wanted me out of her bedroom. Now!
Remembering her reaction now, thirty years later, she was more than embarrassed that I had seen her naked. She was mortified and didn’t talk to me for the rest of the time she stayed at the cabin. Matter of fact, she hasn’t talked to me in thirty years. Was it worth losing a cousin to see her naked? No, absolutely not, okay, I can’t lie; I’d do it again if I could. When I think about all the times I masturbated over her naked body, fuck yeah, it was worth it.
Timing is everything and at 18-years-old the hormones that raged in my body then wouldn’t rage in her body until she was 38-years-old and wanting to have sex with the cabana boy, the landscaping guy, the pizza delivery guy, and the bag boy helping her out to her car with her groceries, no doubt. Who’s the pervert now, Julie, huh? Yeah, who’s the pervert now? Sorry, I digress.
“I just wanted to tell you—”
“Get out! Get out of my room, you little pervert! Get out!”
“I’m sorry, Julie,” I said backing out of her room without removing my stare from her naked body. “I didn’t know you were changing. I didn’t know you were naked.”
“Yeah, right, asshole. Just get out! I can’t believe you saw me naked. I’m so embarrassed. I just want to die.”
I saw my cousin naked. I saw Julie naked and I jerked off over her naked image for years and sometimes still do when I’m really horny. Gees, I can’t believe I admitted that. I can’t believe I wrote that. Are you satisfied that I’m just as perverted as you are? Are you happy now that I finally admitted to having incestuous and lustful desires over my mother, aunt, and now cousin? It turns out that I’m no different from you reading this story. Okay, maybe, I’m more of a pervert having taking the time to write this story. Whatever?
This would have been a good place to end this story but, last week, on the thirtieth anniversary of our summer vacation together, Julie called me out of the clear blue. I couldn’t believe it. She wants to come for a visit, a reunion of sorts, she said.
She now laughs about the time she saw my cock and about the time I saw her naked and is no longer embarrassed that I saw her naked. Matter of fact, she’s embarrassed about not having stayed in contact with me. Now, both 48-year-old and divorced, I was still excited about seeing my hot cousin Julie. After all these years, I wondered if I’d still feel an attraction to her. After all these years, I wondered if I’d still want to see her naked.
“Do you still have the cottage?”
“Yeah, I do. My Mom left it to me when she retired to Florida last year.”
“Do you think we could visit it? That was my last fond memory of us being together.”
That was a fond memory for you? The cool and detached demeanor she showed me that entire summer, especially after I saw her naked, wasn’t much of a fond memory for me. Okay, it was an exciting memory for me spying on my Mom and my aunt undressing, flashing my cock to Julie, and finally getting to see Julie naked. It was memories that I have never forgotten.
Older now, it was then that I wondered if cousins could marry. I’d marry her if I could; she’s so hot and so damn pretty. As soon as I had that thought, I berated myself for thinking it. What’s wrong with me? She’s my cousin. She’s blood. Even though thirty years have passed, I’m still the pervert now that I was then. When will I ever give up thinking of my cousin in a sexual way? When will my incestuous feelings toward her end?
“Yeah, sure, that would be fun going to the cottage. I haven’t been up there this season, yet. We could open it together,” I said. “How much time do you have? Can you spend the week?”
“Yeah, I can spend the week. I’d like that. It would give us a chance to reminisce,” she said.
“What about your kids? Are they with you? Are they coming, too?”
“They’re away at spring break,” she said.
“Mine are, too,” I said wondering if they were doing the same stuff that I did when I was on spring break, binge drinking and having random sex, although in my case, instead of having random sex I had intimate sex…with myself.
Her voice sounded the same and still sounded so sexy over the phone and I imagined she’d still look the same at 48-years-old as she did at 18-years-old. Except for a few wrinkles and gray hairs, I still look the same, kind of, except for my pot belly, bad back, and weak knees. Our family has good genes. My Mom still looks good and doesn’t look her age. If Julie looks as good at 48-years-old, as her mother does at 70-years-old, I’ll be accidentally on purpose opening her bedroom door again, while she’s changing into her bikini.
Stop! Stop thinking like that about her. Nonetheless, I couldn’t wait to see her again. I was so excited. I felt all the incestuous urges; I mean, of course, I felt the love of family flowing back again.
“Do you need a ride to the cabin?”
“No, I have my car,” she said. “I’ll meet you there.”
I got to the cabin early to get it ready. I swept out the spiders and other wildlife that had taken up residence, made the beds with the fresh linens I brought up with me, and stocked the fridge and cabinets with enough food for a week. I was so busy that I never heard Julie pull up and get out of her car, until she was standing on the front porch and knocking at the door.
I was so very excited. I couldn’t wait to see her. I had an erection just thinking about her hot body. I ran to the door and opened it.
What happened? She was big, enormous really. She must weigh close to 300 pounds. She was still pretty, but I was surprised, shocked, that she had gained so much weight. So sexy before, she’s so round now. My vision of seeing her naked, along with our elopement with her to West Virginia, quickly faded.
“Hi! How are you, Jimmy. It’s so good to see you again, after all these years. Except for a few gray hairs, you look the same. You look good.”
Except for an extra 150 pounds I wanted to say, you look the same.
“And you’re still so very pretty,” I said and meant it.
Before we were even in the cabin, she stepped forward and gave me a big bear hug. She literally squeezed the breath out of me. With one hand poised on the top of my ass, her other hand somehow got caught between us and rested by my cock. I was embarrassed when my cock responded with a pulsating push against her hand to her accidental touch. I took a step back and she released her sumo wrestling like hold on me.
After a light lunch and some pleasant dialogue about family and friends, we decided to enjoy the day by taking a swim. Removing the thought of going skinny dipping with her or the thought of her in a bikini, I couldn’t even imagined what she’d look like in a one piece bathing suit.
I gave her the bigger bedroom, the room where my Mom and aunt slept and I took her old room. Maybe it was my imagination, but as I was stripping off my clothes, I could have sworn I heard the floorboard creak outside my bedroom door. When I looked towards the door, I saw her big shadow beneath the door and her eyeball poised at the keyhole.
Fuck, I thought, her shoelace must have come untied and she lost her balance while tying it. Only, if memory serves me right, she was wearing loafers. She’s peeping on me. Hurriedly, still naked, I looked through my suitcase for my bathing suit. Too late, the door flew open. If I had been standing by that door, the force of it opening would have knocked me unconscious.
“Julie,” I said placing my hand over my cock, as if it was a fig leaf. “Give me a minute. I’m still changing.”
“I thought you might need a hand,” she said walking in the room and closing the door behind her.
“No, I’m good. I have everything in hand,” I said with no pun intended.
“Since my husband left me, I have a fear of being left alone.”
“Oh, you do? Well, as soon as I put something on, we can discuss that.”
“I’ve been so very lonely and I’ve been thinking a lot about you.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, I’ve been lonely, too,” I said afraid to turn around for fear that she’d see my naked ass, only she already saw it in the full length mirror behind me. “Only, I need to find my bathing suit. It’s here somewhere.” I was so nervous, so discombobulated that she just saw my cock that I couldn’t find my bathing suit.
“You don’t mind if I put on my bathing suit, do you?” I couldn’t believe she was already undressing.
“You mean, now? Right here? With me in the room with you?”
Unless I jumped out the window, there was no way I was leaving the room with her filling up the entire doorway. I’d need a five man defensive line to move her out of the way. She was one big sexy mama with shoulders bigger than mine.
I couldn’t help but watch her unbutton her blouse. I was mesmerized. Her bra was huge. I’ve never seen one so big. It must have been a 48DD. Filled with hot molten lead, she could have used that over the shoulder bolder holder as a lethal weapon, a double barreled slingshot. I couldn’t imagine how big her tits must be to fill those giant cups that were as big around as my entire face. Well, I didn’t have to imagine what her tits looked like for very long because there they were. In one quick movement, she removed her blouse, unhooked her bra, and tossed them both on the bed.
“Wow! Holy shit!” She was topless. Julie’s tits were right there and they were massive.
“Are they all you remembered them to be?”
“More, more, way more, they are so much more than I imagined and remembered them to be. I’ve never seen tits as big.”
Her tits were huge. Never have I seen tits as big. She had giant areolas and her nipples were huge and already erect. Definitely, she could hurt someone with those monsters by smothering them, but what a way to die.
It’s funny, even though she had more than doubled in size; I was still attracted to her. She was still my hot, sexy cousin Julie. I had lusted over her for thirty years and now, she was willingly giving her body, albeit, all of her super sized body to me.
“Take your hand away from your cock. I want to see.”
I was embarrassed. I was uncomfortable. Yet, I was excited that she wanted to see my cock, as much as I was that I still wanted to show her my cock.
If only she had said that to me 30 years ago. I moved my hand away and she never removed her eyes from my growing member. I couldn’t believe I was getting an erection. I’m such a depraved pervert to be aroused by my cousin. I couldn’t help myself. She was topless, no, correction, now she was naked. Yet, even with her big beautiful body, I was still so very attracted to her. Unable to control my desire for her, I was incorrigible.
In one quick swish of her hand, she pulled down her pants and panties together and stepped out of them. Her stomach hung down and her ass was as big as any Sumo wrestler’s ass that I had seen on television.
“Julie, I don’t know what to say.”
“Don’t say anything. I’m horny. I need sex. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Make love to me.”
“Then, why didn’t you say something before? We wasted thirty years of our lives lusting over one another.”
“Because, back then, before we had a chance to experience others, that would have been incest and I couldn’t cross that line. Now, that we’ve both been married, had kids, and are divorced, it’s just two lonely and horny people, who love one another, finally coming together.”
We reached for one another and kissed. Her huge tits squished against my chest made my cock hard. We climbed on the bed and continued kissing and touching. She was all over my cock with her meaty hand and I had her big tits in my mouth, while sucking her big nipples and fingering her slimy wet pussy.
I couldn’t help but imagined her the way she looked before, while making out with her and touching her now. It made me desire her even more to remember how she once looked. Hey, maybe, now that we were together, she’d go on a diet and lose a hundred pounds or so. Nonetheless, I spent the week pounding her big beautiful body and she gave me the best blowjobs I ever had.
West Virginia is pretty this time of year. I sold the cabin and bought this place up in the Appalachian Mountains. It’s nice here. Except for the periodic shotgun blasts aimed at varmints, revenuers, door-to-door salesmen, intruders, and potential reluctant husbands forced to marry under aged cousins and sisters, in the distance, it’s quiet.
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