I've always been close with my entire family, but as we get older and settle into our lives, we're drifting apart. I'm still close with my sisters, but rarely see half of my cousins. Lucky for me I still see my cousin Tom. He's 7 months younger than me, and as we've grown up I've stressed that I'm older. Well a few months ago Tom was really desperate for a girl to date. He kept complaining about how he hadn't been laid in so long. I didn't think much of it, not because we discussed sex often, but because we don't hold back much because we get along so well. So as I worked on finding a friend to set Tom up with, he became more and more sexually frustrated. I felt really bad, but all my friends were either out of state or already in relationships. Then one day, just a few weeks ago, I was visiting with my aunt and while in the kitchen Tom walked in. He asked me about one of my friends and I made a sarcastic remark back, making him laugh. Like I've said, we get along really well. We have the same sense of humor, and in turn we have a blast when we're together. So after a short conversation with each of us making jokes, Tom jokes that if we weren't related he'd definitely try to hit me up. Well before this point I hadn't thought of my cousin in any way but as a cousin, but now my head was spinning at the idea.
I now made it a point to go visit my aunt again, knowing that I'd see Tom. We hadn't talked much in the week between my last visit and this one, so he didn't know I was stopping by. Lucky for me he was there rather than out with friends. My aunt had made dinner, and offered me a few mixed drinks. I accepted, figuring if necessary I could spend the night. Well I wasn't drunk, but my aunt wanted me to stay and go shopping in the morning, so I agreed. Tom had gone to his room so I thought about a way to tease him. Now, I'm 22, and not a prude by any means, but I don't typically seduce men, especially my own family, but something had me so hot for my cousin that I had to try. I'm not what you would call skinny, but I'm not obese either. I get my fair share of guys but I had been in a slump myself lately. At 21, Tom was tall, about 6'2, average weight, not extremely buff, but totally doable. So I decided tonight was the night to try things out.
I made sure that Tom didn't see me bring my things in the house. I tended to carry extra clothing in my car because at 22 you never know where you might spend a drunken night. My aunt went to bed around 10, which to me is pretty early, so I decided to watch some tv until I could make my move. An hour had passed, and I decided that my aunt must have been asleep by now, so I headed down the hall to my cousin's room. I heard the tv, so I knocked but walked in before getting an answer. Tom was surprised to see me, but I explained that I was staying the night and asked if I could watch some tv with him since I was getting bored and lonely by myself. He said sure, sliding over to let me have a spot on his bed. I was in my pajamas, which were pretty modest, just sweatpants and a tank top. It was a little chilly being October.
"Hey Tom, do you have a sweatshirt? I'm cold," I whispered.
"Well here, use the blanket." He held the blanket up to allow me to climb under. He was still sitting on top of it.
"Thanks." I slide myself under the comforter.
We watch tv some more, laughing at the sitcom full of stupid jokes. Eventually Tom decides to lie down, still over the comforter, and I wonder how I'm going to get the nerve to make the first move. Finally I decide that I'll make it seem unintentional and go from there. I rub my hand between our bodies, so that I'm under the blanket, but he can still feel my hand. Tom doesn't respond, but he shifts slightly on the bed. His eyes stay on the tv and his body is still in reach. I continue to run my hand up and down, reaching from his thigh to the side of his chest. He must think I'm just uncomfortable. He still hasn't looked at me unless it was to comment on the show. I decide I've got to try something else, but don't know what to do. I decide that maybe I've got to get out from under the blanket, so I excuse myself to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later and laying on the covers rather than under them.
"I thought you were cold," Dan says, wondering why I got out from under the covers.
"I was, but I've warmed up a little. Does it matter to you?" I joke with him.
