In the weeks following my last visit to see my cousin Veronica, she had become distant. I figured that there was a bit of shame from her side, as well as guilt from straddling the line with her relationship with her husband. She had always been able to compartmentalize the somewhat innocent revealing of her body during her times of working to regain her physique and my comments that were not nearly as innocent. I knew she both enjoyed showing herself off and hearing the comments, but wasn't going to play on that stage for long. It was of little use to try to push that boundary.
A year had passed since my trip and I had hoped that during that time we could have talked about everything that transpired while I was there, but that never seemed to be a topic I could bring up. The depth of feeling that had grown within me over the years since we reconnected would have to stay inside my mind. I loved her not only as a cousin but also as a person I could see myself living out my years with.
During the time we were apart we had returned to a pattern of encouragement for her weight loss with updated pictures and measurement videos every couple of weeks where I watched the last of her baby weight slide off of her over time. She had gone from struggling over the 145 mark and was now at her goal of 110. At 5' 3" that weight fit her perfectly, not that I ever thought she wasn't absolutely gorgeous at any point in between. I had longed to hold her even before she gave birth to her youngest child.
We had chatted via video services regularly and I had progressed from keeping myself covered to now and again having my full body visible, and to where we are now in that I would be completely undressed and chatting with her. While there was some initial shock, everything throughout our history had just gained her acceptance of me being me in my natural state. She had long before learned that I rarely wore clothes around my house, so it was just a part of me being me.
One day during our normal conversation, as I'm sitting in my lazy-boy with my camera perched in its normal full-field view, she brought up the topic of her and her kids coming and visiting me here in my warm climate. It was a topic we had touched on before but hadn't happened yet, though there was something about this time that I knew she was serious. She mentioned a date for their visit and began planning all of the activities that we would do, the most prominent one which was to spend as much time in my pool as possible. The thought of being around this gorgeous young woman in a bikini was all that I could think about. While I had seen her in the nude and had held her close a time or two, knowing that I'd have so much time with her excited me.
I began to feel a stirring in my dick and my hand found its way to covering myself up, but also slightly rubbing myself. The gentleness of that rubbing brought about a growth down there and without thinking I was now stroking myself. I didn't consider how visible that was to her until she made the comment, "Boy, you're doing a lot of fiddling with your 'worry stone' there, aren't you?"
"Oh crap, yes, just a bit," I said. A bit embarrassed, but also a bit more turned on that she was noticing. "I'm just real excited that you'll be here and, and..."
She cut me off, "I see! Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?"
"Yes, yes I am. I've got all of the places you talked about visiting mentally noted." I said as she went on to talk about flights and timing. While feeling like I should stop what I was doing, there was just no way I could at that point and something about her watching made me even harder. I had leaned back a bit in the chair and lifted the leg rest to somewhat change the angle that the camera had visible as I went into a full-on stroke of my cock.
"I can still see that, you know." She laughed a bit but wasn't dropping the call. "If you're going to keep that going I'll need your credit card number to book the flights."
At that point, she was smiling deviously and laughing. Normally that might have made me lose focus, but where I was mentally it didn't. Instead, I opened my legs a bit more to where I knew I was in full view as I rattled off my credit card numbers from memory and moaned a few times, bucking my hips as I went along.
"I was just kidding." She said.
"I'm not... mmmmm... seriously... ohhhh.... Use it cuz..." was all I could get out as she kept her focus on me getting off. There was silence from her side and I was focussed on my task though as I glanced back and forth from my erect, throbbing penis to her, I could see that she was biting her bottom lip and one of her arms was moving slightly too.
A few minutes passed, moaning "Oh, cuz. Oh, cuz." From my side and I came, shooting my load across my belly, hand, and onto the arm of the chair. I sat there in a daze, my body tingling, as I could hear the slightest "mmmmmmm" coming from her side.
"Ok, now that you got that out of your system, do those dates work for you? I'm going to book the tickets now." She said.
The timeframe was only a couple of weeks out I quickly checked my work schedule and marked myself down for vacation. "That sounds perfect! But you do have to use my card when you book them."
"Are you sure?" She responded.
"Definitely. I want to treat you guys to a fun-filled week and it won't cost much more than if I came to visit you."
After a couple of minutes of her typing on her end, she said "ok, we're all booked! This is so exciting!!!"
