Thomas flushed the toilet with his eyes still half closed before turning to walk out into the dark hallway. The house was as quite as it ever got with the time somewhere between midnight and the AM alarm. The aquarium in the living room hummed and gurgled softly, the LED moon light that cast the water in a dim blue glow giving him just enough light to navigate his way down to his room.
He opened the door slowly while lifting up on the doorknob to keep the hinges from squeaking, a trick he had learned sneaking out a time or two, and then closed it just as carefully behind him.
"What are you doing Timmy?" a soprano voice said softly from behind him.
Thomas spun around and stared at his bed in amazement, an oval face framed by a halo of tangled brown hair staring back at him from his pillow.
"Wha... ahh, shit, I'm sorry," Thomas said after a moment, "I completely forgot you were here!"
Thomas had come home from college to surprise his parents for the weekend, and do a little laundry, only to be surprised himself when his mother had told him her sister, brother in law, and cousin, Jennifer, had been invited to stay for the week. Naturally Jennifer had been offered his room since he hadn't been expected home.
Which was how he had found himself sleeping on the couch instead of in his own room.
"Oh, I'm hurt, Timmy," Jennifer said softly, "I can't believe you forgot me after being so afraid of me for so many years."
"I... ahhh," Thomas began before trailing off.
He stared at Jennifer in his bed and tried to ignore the many times he had imagined her in that exact same spot with her hair haloed around her head. The dim light from his neon Mos Eisley beer sign cast her face in hues of reds and blues so that he could see the crooked little half grin that she always seemed to have.
"I'll... ahh... I'll go back out to the couch," Thomas whispered and turned to leave.
"Running away again, Timmy?" Jennifer said mockingly.
Thomas froze with his hand on the doorknob. He had hated being called Timmy growing up and still remembered the embarrassment and confusion that seeing his sixteen year old cousin running around in a crop top and panties whenever she had stayed for a weekend had caused him. How just the sight of her walking in the door of the house would send him scurrying to his room to spend the weekend alone, and more times than not end up jerking off while daydreaming about her.
"I wasn't running away... Jenny," Thomas said after turning back to face her, "Maybe I just didn't want to see you trying to show off the tiny bumps you were finally starting to grow."
"Ohhh, ouch. So instead of running away you were running off to your room to play with your tiny little dick?" Jennifer asked with a grin, "You know, I could always hear you from the spare bedroom...
"Oh Jennifer... oh, please, just like that, Jennifer!"
"What?" Thomas asked in surprise, "I never said that shit!"
"Oh, but you played with your little dick while thinking about me though, huh," Jennifer shot back.
Thomas closed his eyes for a moment before staring at Jennifer still smirking at him.
"You know what... this shit's stupid, we aren't kids anymore Jennifer," Thomas finally said, "I'd think being in college now would have changed you."
"Well, I think it has Timmy," Jennifer said and then slipped the bedsheet slowly down, "My tiny bumps have grown a little bit at least."
Thomas's eyes widened in surprise as he stared down at Jennifer's C cup breasts with and dark areolas that were easily the size of half dollars. He couldn't count the number of times he had jerked of daydreaming about half seen glimpses of those dark circles through the cloth of a thin t shirt, her nipples always seeming to dimple the fabric whenever he saw her. Speechless he could only stare at her firm, smooth breasts with the perfection that only youth could give. Without even thinking he licked his lips and brought his hands down to conceal the bulge that was quickly swelling beneath his boxers.
"I don't think you've changed a bit," Thomas replied while staring at Jennifer's breasts, "You're still a tease."
"A tease?" Jennifer shot back as Thomas began to turn around, his hand already on the bedroom doorknob, "How am I a tease when you never even tried to talk to me after we played doctor down in grandma's basement?"
Thomas again turned slowly around to stare at Jennifer, the half remembered memories of innocent fumbling's in the dark, of the dares of 'I'll show you mine if...', the memory of seeing, of touching for the first time flashing through his mind.
"You remember that?" Thomas asked quietly, "I mean, that was so long ago and we were both too young to even know what we were doing."
"I always liked you looking at me, Timmy," Jennifer replied and reached up to pinch and pull at her nipples, "I always liked that I made you run off to your room to jerk off just by showing up.
"I always wanted to watch you play with your tiny little dick, wanted to see all that white cum shoot up out of you.
"I'll show you mine... if you show me yours."
The sheet began to move as if by itself, pulling slowly down Jennifer's flat stomach until Thomas could see her bellybutton with the red glint of a diamond stud reflecting the light from the neon sign. As the sheet slowly pulled lower he realized that she was using her feet to push the sheet down.
"Jennifer, what the hell are you doing?" Thomas asked quietly and tried to ignore the feel of his dick swelling inside his boxers, "We can't be doing this."
"Why not?" Jennifer said just as quietly, "We did it before, and maybe if you promise to give me your allowance again I might even kiss it for you like that first time."
