NOTE: To previous readers of the series, two minor changes have been made to two names. As both names are mentioned only once or twice before the changes are not story altering but could cause confusion hence this note. Teena Crescent is now called Tanya Crescent and Cloe Brook is now called Cloe Garcia. As I said only their names have featured so far so I hope this does not effect anyones reading pleasure. Thank You.
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Tanya Crescent is 18 years old and at five foot three she is a pretty little thing. She keeps her raven hair cut a little above the neck line and usually leaves it free hanging on either side. Her bright blue eyes and peachy skin tone match well her prim nose and small mouth which almost always has a smile on it. She is not overly slim but she has curves in all the right places, small but obvious B cup breasts along with shapely legs. She has that air of innocence around her that drives boys wild and she knows it; she uses it to her advantage to get what she wants but without being slutty.
At school she had a modest group of friends and though not exactly in the popular crowd, they were a long way from being the rejects. She was the type of girl every boy wanted but could not have. There had been a number of boys who had tried to win her affections but none had succeeded. At the time she was more interested in her studies. She was polite and helpful, and did not annoy her teachers, simply enjoying her time at school and getting a good education.
After graduating, during the summer between school and college, she went with her friends to France for a month and came back not only tanned, but also rather enlightened in the exciting world of sex. It marked the beginning of a new Tanya; gone would be the innocent and studious Tanya; now was the time for boys and fun. For teachers and parents, college was where boys and girls went to learn how to be men and women. Tanya agreed in part with this; her view was that it was where boys and girls became men and women. To her newly sexually-active self, college was nothing more than a feeding ground. Oh she promised herself her grades would be unaffected but who said she could not have fun all the while?
But Tanya had to admit, there was one guy she had had feelings for throughout the years, even when she was not interested in boys. The worrying part was that it was her cousin, Brecon Storm. She had not been sure herself if this was the case having not experienced feelings like this about anyone else up till now, but since her trip to France and having experienced similar feelings for the boys she met on holiday, she had put two and two together. She had always known that she enjoyed spending summers with him, either at her own home or his parent's home on the other coast while they were growing up. She had always looked forward to him coming more than her other relatives and she would do anything he asked and never complained about him. Now she knew why and thought it was probably the reason she had never given much attention to other boys during high school.
As fate would have it, Brecon's parents had been killed in a car crash over a year ago and, unable to support himself at the time, he had moved in with her, her sister Faun and their mother Loren, which meant she got to see him more often than ever. She had enjoyed this before her French trip but when she got back and knew how she really felt about him, she had found it hard living together and not knowing what to do about it. To complicate matters, he had started the year before at the college Tanya now attended, so she could not even escape him there. She knew if things kept up like this she would have to do something, but what?
It was September, Sunday the 14th at 5.30am. Tanya lay awake in her room. Everything was still around her and so quiet she could here the clock tick-tocking away to itself in the kitchen below her room. She had only just woke, no alarm needed as she had developed this routine over a number of months now. She slipped noiselessly from the bed, the silky duvet falling away to reveal the fact that she slept naked. She stretched, arching her back, tippy-toed as she reached toward the ceiling. Next she bent, supple legs straight and touched her toes. Feeling relaxed and completely awake now, she turned to her dresser, plucked a pair of panties from the slightly open draw and slipped into them. Next she donned a t-shirt lying on the chair next to the door. The cool fabric rubbed her sensitive nipples, already hard from the morning chill, stirring something between her legs. She took a deep breath and cracked open her door.
Sticking her head out onto the landing, she checked for noise. There was none meaning no-one else was up yet. She slid silently along the wall, avoiding the boards that creaked, past the bathroom and round the corner and along to his room. Listening carefully at the door and hearing nothing, she slowly twisted the well oiled handle and pushed the door open just enough for her to view the bed. Brecon lay sprawled across it, the light duvet wrapped around his midriff and feet but leaving his upper body and legs exposed. Tanya stifled a giggle, lest she wake him; she always found him in the weirdest positions. At times they prevented what she was up to but that didn't matter; she also enjoyed watching him sleep.
She moved into the room, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick exit. She tip-toed to the bed and crouched down beside him. He looked so peaceful in sleep, unlike the slight but persistent mope he adopted when awake, like he was eternally preoccupied by something sad. Tanya knew it was to do with his parents. She lent across him, her chest almost touching his stomach as she took hold of, then peeled back part of the duvet. She had not been surprised, when first she started doing this, that he also slept naked; a lot of guys supposedly do.
Now before her, his already hard cock was on show. She knew it was only morning wood but she liked to think it was her actions that caused such a display each morning. She had recently came to the conclusion that a guy's penis was not the ugly monster kept tucked away as a lot of girls she knew thought of it, but a beautiful instrument of pleasure. She liked how soft the skin was, its curves and the general shape of the thing, and she loved how hard they felt erect and the many ways in which one could be used to pleasure a girl like her. An added bonus about Brecon was that he kept his clean shaven; she didn't like guys with exceptionally hairy packages.
She lent forward once again, bringing her head almost in contact with it. She breathed gently on the very tip and grinned as it twitched and Brecon let out a soft sigh. She brushed her dry lips on the sensitive head, barely touching it and was rewarded with a jump and a louder moan. She dare not do anything more at this point for fear of waking him, but someday, somehow, she would taste his cock properly and she knew she would love it. Moving further up his body, still making no contact, she rested her lips briefly against his before silently leaving the room.
Ten minutes later she lay in bed, naked once more, and listened as his alarm went off. 6am, the same every morning. After the alarm was shut off, she heard him stumble about his room, opening and closing draws as he dressed. She could tell he was trying to be quiet and found it amusing that he was less than succeeding. His door opened and closed, then he was away down the stairs and out the front door. She knew he was off for his morning run and wouldn't be back for an hour or more.
Beneath the duvet, already wet fingers once again found her entrance and went beyond and she worked herself to thoughts of how he must look. She saw his muscular legs pumping back and forth as he pounded the road, saw his chest heave as he concentrated in putting his all into what he was doing, saw him work hard so he would coat his toned body in sweet tasting sweat that she would love to lick from him. She took the image and translated it to him in bed with her, pounding her instead of the road and came for the third time since returning to her room, the juices joining the steadily growing wet patch between her sheets. She fell asleep, exhausted, her fingers still at her dripping pussy.
Tanya woke but kept her eyes shut and smiled, warm and not quite ready to get up yet. She felt fuzzy all over and she liked it. It took her a second to work out why; ah, of course, she was still buzzing from earlier. The memories widened her smile into a grin and she rolled onto her side, curling up tight as she thought of him pounding her again. It sent shivers down her spine. She would have to have him soon, she decided. It was getting unbearable; at first she had only been his voyeur once or twice a week, but now she had to see him -- see it -- everyday. She had even started finding ways to see him during the day while he was awake.
She finally opened her eyes as the images of Brecon's naked form dissolved and she gained full consciousness. She flung back the covers and crossed to her dresser in one fluid motion. She plucked fresh panties from the draw -- the others had been soaked by the time she got back to her room -- and pulled them on. She regarded herself in the full length mirror. Her well proportioned if a little rounded body gave her no end of pleasure; she knew by now just how to use every aspect of it to her advantage. And she planned to do so with Brecon today.
Grabbing her woollen housecoat off the back of her door, Tanya left her bedroom and headed left along the landing to the spiral staircase that would take her into the rear of the house. When she reached the bottom she glided along the corridor to the kitchen. As she entered she stopped, surprised. The place was deserted; Brecon would usually be home about now, eating breakfast. She knew her mother, Loren, would not be back till Tuesday as she was visiting with a friend up near the university she had driven Faun to yesterday, but for Ewan not to be back from his run by now was weird.
The whole place was black granite, stainless steel and scratchproof glass, filled with all the latest modern appliances and kitchen accessories. Tanya always thought it was far too space-age but that was her mother's taste; the rest of the house, save bathroom and bedrooms, was the same. The house still retained its original features like fireplaces and ceiling beams but even those had been stained to match.
'Well, it's almost space-age,' she smiled to herself as she caught site of Jinx in her tattered, plastic dog-bed in the far corner from Tanya.
The dog had noticed Tanya too and, after a good stretch, padded over, looking for attention. Teena bent at the waist reaching out a hand to scratch Jinx's ear but the sizable Border Collie ignored it, instead passing beneath the hand and shoving her nose into Tanya's crotch within the open housecoat. Tanya had left it open on purpose, hoping to march into the kitchen and give Brecon an eyeful, before covering up, playing the innocent 'didn't know you were here' act. It would have got his attention.
Now she regretted that decision. The dog took several long sniffs and then began to nuzzle Tanya's panties. Tanya's breath caught for two reasons; first that the great, wet nose was exceedingly cold and second because of just what it was rubbing against. The whole incident took only the time it takes to cough but Tanya was caught off guard. As soon as she realised, she turned Jinx's head aside. She found it disconcerting that the dog always knew when she had been pleasuring herself.
