James had a thing for his cousin's daughter. Megan was very pretty, with gorgeous eyes, cute dimples and an attitude. Perhaps it was her attitude that turned him on. She had always been rebellious. She wore heavy eye makeup, had lots of tattoos and she had a kid when she was still a teenager, though she's in her mid-to-late twenties at this point. Or maybe it was because she was a little plump, but in just the right way. She had big tits, creamy white skin, and thick, chubby legs - completely different from the women he usually jerked off about. It was nice to jerk off to someone different once in a while. Or perhaps it was the kinkiness of her being his second cousin. Whatever the reason, he wanted her.
What he didn't know was that Megan wanted him as well. He was always very sweet to her on Facebook. Always. He made her feel attractive, and happy. And wanted. He 'liked' many of her selfies and just when she needed it most -- he'd give her a nice compliment.
In the late summer of 2016 she lived three or four hours away from him, but he had a close friend nearby. And he took his wife and kids to visit his buddy's family on the Thursday. On Saturday, he went to see his cousin Dave, who was up visiting his family. Dave was Megan's dad. After a day of drinking, James took his family to a hotel, and then after they were settled in, he left and rejoined his cousin.
They drank into the night and he had a good buzz when Megan appeared. She had been at the club and her daughter was with her ex's parents on that weekend.
James's eyes lit up when he saw her. She was wearing the skimpiest black dress. Her tattooed arms were exposed, as well as the beautiful, creamy white skin of her cleavage. At the base of those big tits were three cute freckles that always drew his attention. Such great tits. His heart pounded each time he glanced at them, which was often. Her dress barely made it to her legs, with her thighs almost completely exposed. She had a small - tiny - apartment down the street and around the corner from her grandmother's house there, but she sat up with Dave, James and Dave's wife Jen.
James couldn't take his eyes off of Megan. He tried to be subtle, but if Dave was paying any attention at all he would have noticed. But his cousin was too drunk to pay attention, and Jen was in and out of the room too much to catch on.
Megan's eyes were gorgeous. Her smile flashed dimples that he had always found very cute. James continued glancing at those three tiny freckles at the base of her cleavage. And he couldn't stop casually looking down at her bare thighs. When she sat down, her dress went dangerously high. It seemed like only shadows hid her panties from view. Every time he thought he could get away with it his eyes locked on the shadows between those luscious thighs. His heart pounded at the very thought of what was between those thighs.
He wanted to be alone with her, even though he knew they couldn't do anything. He just... wanted to spend some time with her. But he knew that he could never wait for Dave to pass out - Dave could go all night. So James gave up at a little after two o'clock, and made as if to call a cab.
"Cab? Why do you need a cab?" Dave asked. "It's four blocks! Just walk!" he laughed.
"Where are you staying?" Megan asked. James told her. "Yeah, that's just a few blocks. My place is on the way, you can walk me home."
And just like that, James was alone with his second cousin. The hotel was two-and-a-half blocks from her apartment. As they walked, they talked and he mentioned how he enjoyed the song she wrote and posted the video on Facebook. She smiled, blushing. Then he commented that he'd like to hear her play it sometime. She suggested that he come into her apartment and she would play for him. Suddenly he was following her down the stairs into her basement apartment - alone. And she was wearing the tiniest dress possible - almost like a nightgown it was so skimpy. They sat down on the couch together, talking for a few minutes and drinking bottled water. Then Megan picked up the guitar.
As she lost herself in the song, James lost himself in her voice. Those cute dimples appeared as she sang. And because she was off in another world, he could gaze freely at her cleavage and her thighs. He could see so high up the inside of her smooth legs that his heart thundered in his chest. He was dying to kiss her there. As her voice filled the air he couldn't look away from her inner thighs. What did she look like down there? What was her scent? How did she taste? He was losing control. Swallowing, he watched her fingers strum the guitar - her fingernails were painted black, matching the toenails on her bare feet.
When she finished the song, she set the guitar aside and looked at him nervously. He just shook his head.
"That was so beautiful." He said softly. Megan broke into a big smile and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him tight.
"Thank you!" she said. He put his arms around her and ran his hands up and down her warm back over her thin dress.