Sleep was eluding me that night. The events earlier that day played through my head over and over. On one hand I was elated with the events, being naked in front of my cousin Veronica, seeing her naked, tasting her juices, and having one of the best orgasms of my life. But on the other had I worried that I could have tarnished my relationship with her, worried that I would become obsessed over her, worried that it might never happen again. What am I saying? Of course I'm obsessed over her already, that happened from the moment I saw her masturbation video, or maybe even before that. In my ramblings here, you get just a taste of what was going on in my mind. When I closed my eyes, it was like a strobe light was going off, only with pictures of her instead of a bright white flash.
Things had been well that evening, cooking dinner, cleaning up, reading stories to the kids. Veronica and I sat and watched a documentary and around 10 we both made our way to our rooms for the night. It's now 2 am and I'm laying in the bed that everything happened next to. I had the lights off and had closed down my laptop to try to clear my mind. I fantasized about her coming up and sleeping with me, but surely this was just me thinking way more about it and how she would never do such a thing. I had finally settled myself that it all meant more to me than it did to her and she'd likely forgotten about it already.
Finally somewhere around 3 I must have nodded off, only to wake at 6 with a raging erection. I'm pretty sure it had been that way for most of the night. I rolled over and opened up my laptop to check email and the news. But my urges were still there and instead I browsed the folder where I store pictures and videos of Veronica. I laid there stroking myself while staring at her perfect 36C breasts.
One of my favorite videos is of her getting ready one day and she was just in a bra and panties, staring into the mirror and talking to me through what was a live video. She had finished her shower, dried off and dressed to this point. That's quite a normal thing to see her getting ready either in a towel, robe, her current attire, or completely nude. She had become comfortable with that and while she often plays that sex doesn't interest her much, I think there's a small part of her that likes showing herself off to me.
In this video she is applying makeup and has a brush with powder on it, swiping across her cheeks, neck, and cleavage. I stop the video at one point because she is leaning forward, her breasts flowing out of their bondage, and she's gently tracing the applicator between her boobs, slowly, and something I notice now that I hadn't seen before is that she was making direct eye contact with the camera and there was a slight smirky smile on her face. It was almost like she's staring me down and saying here's a shot for you cuz, are you enjoying the view? No, no, that can't be the case. I let the video play as I continue to stroke myself.
She finished with her makeup and hair routine, putting everything down on the countertop. I noticed that she had been fiddling with her underwear every now and again on one of the sides of the waistband. All of a sudden she steps back from the vanity, giving me a better view of the lower half of her body, and she strips off her panties. There's nothing exceptional about them, a narrow, black, semi-transparent fabric that when she was facing away from the camber I could see a full outline of her butt and the crevice between her cheeks. But now they are off and she holds them up to the camera describing how the tag is itching her on that side and she retrieves some scissors to remove it.
I only know that part from memory from watching this video so many times. Right now I'm more focussed on what the removal of this garment has put on display. Her mound is completely smooth. I can see the prominence of her labia and as she shifts her weight around her lips slightly part and close. I put a short loop on that part of the video, it's my favorite for a reason! My mind thinks of the previous days events and the focus on her pussy. I select an area of the screen to enlarge so that I get the best view. Within a couple repeats of that scene I finally bring myself to satisfaction. Less than 24 hours has gone by and I've now cum twice in this room. Both times while viewing my favorite subject.
I look at the clock again and it's already 8. Really, I was consumed with my fantasy for two hours? I could hear people moving around downstairs now, though I hadn't heard a noise that entire time. I clean up my mess, take a quick shower, and slip on some shorts and a tank to go downstairs and see what the days plan might be. I know we had chatted about taking the kids to a roadside attraction just outside of town and then that the neighbors would be coming by for dinner later that afternoon.
It was around 3 pm and we were just getting home from our little side trip. It ended up being fun, though it had started pouring while we were out. The stop we had made was at one of those Mystery Spots. You know, the one were you hike through a wooded area and then go inside an old house where the floor is completely uneven and your mind is tricked into thinking it's level, but all the time you have trouble just standing straight up. Once we were out of the shack we hiked further in the woods and it got quite cold and while we had dressed with some anticipation of rain, I wasn't traveling with a coat so I ended up soaked.
The neighbors had seen us pull up and made their way over right away, odd for me because at home I usually don't have folks over and when I do I would never expect them to show up so quickly. We bantered for a bit in the kitchen when Veronica noticed me still shivering a bit, not to mention dripping on her floor. She told me I had plenty of time to catch a warm shower and change into some dry clothes before dinner would be ready. I wasn't going to argue with that at all and headed up to my room, swinging the door closed as I went in, quickly undressing and laying my wet clothes on the edge of the tub to dry a bit.
The warm water felt so good. I could have stayed in there forever, but knew I needed to finish up and go help out. It was at the moment I realized I had forgotten my clean towel on the bed that I also heard some rummaging around in the bedroom. Perfect timing I thought, it must have been Veronica getting some dry clothes for herself. I called out to her, asking if she could hear me. But the return voice wasn't hers, rather it was Sally, the neighbor. From the outside of the bathroom she told me that she had come up to grab some kitchen towels out of the clean clothes and asked if I needed her to get my cuz.
I was in a bit of a quandary as to what to do about my situation. Sure, I could wait for her to leave the room and track my wet footprints all over the tile and onto the carpeting in the bedroom. But instead I asked if she would mind grabbing my towel from the bed and bring it in and set it on the counter. I figured there was enough steam in the room that the glass doors of the shower would hide my body enough. She had said sure and walked in the bathroom, over to the shower and stood outside the door, with the towel in hand, waiting to hand it to me.
Not being too shy about my body, not that I'm winning any awards for physique, I opened up the door and thanked her for it. I had met Sally and her husband on a prior trip. At that time I was a bit overweight and she had noticed how much I slimmed down when they first popped in. I shared my eating plan and abstinence from alcohol with them both. She was inspired to try something new since she had a new baby not long ago. Her husband gruffed at the thought of eating the foods I had been eating and was quite negative on the topic. He was obese and had difficulty walking and I guess mentally he just couldn't picture eating differently than he did. I remembered one line she casually said in response to him that was something along the lines of "well if you ate healthier, maybe you'd have more libido". That had shut him down pretty quickly.
