I was spending this July Tuesday evening rearranging my closet and dresser drawers so that my older sister could move into my room with me for the next three weeks. My sister, Ann, was going to be a senior in college this coming fall and would be celebrating her twenty-first birthday in a few days. She had her own room directly across the hall from mine; but she was moving in with me for the next three weeks because two of our cousins were coming to visit. They were due to arrive with their parents the following morning. We had not seen them in nearly four years, as they live over a thousand miles away. We had seen their parents, Uncle Bill and Aunt Betty, during that time because he comes to our area regularly on business and she was here a couple of years ago for a high school class reunion and one other time for the wedding of a friend. The last few years she had also accompanied Uncle Bill on some of his business trips to the area.
Our cousins, Andy and Jim, are nineteen and twenty years old. The last time that we saw them, they were a couple of skinny kids; but the pictures that we have seen during the past few years show that they have grown to become well-built, handsome, young men. No, that is too much of an understatement. Unless those pictures were touched up, those two boys were real hunks. Normally when I see a guy that good looking, two thoughts enter into my mind. What have they got between their legs and do they know how to use what they have? I was quite anxious to see them in person.
From looking at their pictures and what I had been told about my cousins, they were both nearly six feet tall and had about two hundred pounds packed into their muscular frames. My own body was somewhat of an anomaly. My father was six foot-three inches tall and weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. I was sure that my height came from him -- I was five-foot-eleven. However, I only carried one hundred and fifteen pounds on my thin body. My frame must have been inherited from my mother. She was only 5'2" tall and had about 110 pounds packed into her trim body. I did not inherit her chest though. My mother sports a set of firm 36C tits, whereas I am a 30A. My chest is so small that a 'wonder bra' wouldn't do me any good. On the other hand, my sister, Ann, gets her height from our mother and her frame from our father. She is about 5'4 and 130 pounds. She is fairly big boned; but she is by no means fat. She is the one who has Mom's tits. She is a 38D. I was beginning to feel wet between my legs as I thought that two gorgeous hunks would be staying directly across the hall from me.
I hadn't even considered the incest angle when these lustful thoughts entered my mind. I hadn't been a virgin for quite some time. I hadn't started grade school when Donnie Martin, a neighborhood boy, and I became friends. We were both curious individuals and eager to learn as much as we could about almost any subject. Our own bodies became a subject of that curiosity. We started out by 'playing doctor' and gradually progressed from there. Neither my sister nor our parents were aware of what we were doing or our ages when we started doing certain things. We have been having sex with each other for sometime. We do not date each other -- we are just friends who study together regularly and confide in each other our deepest confidences -- we are very compatible sex partners.
Donnie has been going out with the same girl for more than two years; but she wants to remain a virgin. I go out with a few guys at school; but most of the school thinks that I am a sexless virgin. Last semester, I went out with a few guys from a school about ten miles from our town. I used to have sex with these guys regularly. In fact, I took on three of them in one night while at a party.
I have blonde hair although I am not the stereotype blonde. During my four years of high school, I only received four B's -- the rest were A's. I got a B in two semesters of Physics and one semester of Chemistry. I am not the science type. I also received a B in PE one semester when I was a sophomore because I refused to wear a bra with my gym clothes. The teacher didn't buy my argument that I wouldn't wear shoes if I didn't have feet -- so why should I wear a bra? Because my hair is so light, my pubic hair is not too visible and it is very thin. The girls in school used to tease me about the paucity of hair in my pubic region. They often gave me a hard time about when was I going to reach puberty. To spite them I started to remove all of the hair on my pussy and have come to like the bald feel. Donnie doesn't have to worry about picking hair out of his teeth after he gets through eating my pussy. Since my breasts are so small and firm, I almost never wear a bra. I normally don't wear panties either. I do wear them when I am having my period or if my wardrobe dictates. Loose fitting gym shorts, thin light colored pants or micro-mini skirts don't lend themselves to the panty-less look.
I know that my parents have a very fulfilling sex life because I can often hear them going at it while I am lying in bed trying to get to sleep. It normally arouses me enough that I have to use my fingers or my vibrator on myself. Ann has never discussed her sex life with me; but I know that she likes sex. When she has been home from school I have noticed the telltale signs of sexual activity on the clothes that she leaves strewn about her bedroom. Many nights, I have heard the sounds of a masturbation-induced orgasm coming from her room. Now that she is going to be staying in my room for the next three weeks, I am worried about how I will relieve the sexual tension that is bound to build up in my body. Donnie Martin left on vacation with his parents, yesterday. He is going to be gone for about six weeks. That is a long time to go without for a horny young girl who is used to getting laid three to five times per week. As they say though, where there is a will there is a way. I am sure that I will find a way to have my needs tended to. Quite possibly, my cousins will be as horny as me. We'll just have to wait and see.
Ann has begun to move her clothes into my room and the closet is now full. She doesn't have enough room in the drawers, so she has a full box of underwear on the floor. I gave her a puzzled look as I asked, "How come there is enough room for everything except your underwear?"
Ann replied, "Oh, I left a lot of my clothes in there. I just wasn't about to leave my underwear in there for them. Four years ago when they were here, I caught them sniffing my underwear on a couple of occasions. Fucking perverts."
I laughed as I told her, "The way I understand it; you like for guys to play with your underwear."
"Yeah. When I'm wearing them and I am going to get some enjoyment out of the whole thing."
"Well then, tell them that the only time that they can play with your underwear is when you're wearing them."
"Christ, Jenny. That's incest. They're our cousins. You mean that you would fuck your own relatives."
"I haven't yet. I'll tell you one thing though. From the pictures that I have seen, they are two fine looking studs and if they have anything at all between their legs, I might give it some serious thought. Hell, I would just be fucking them ---not marrying them or trying to bear their children."
"You're right -- those pictures do look mighty fine. I'd have to give it some serious thought."
Ann had finished putting her clothes away and left the room. A few minutes later when she returned, I realized that she had been to the kitchen to get a soft drink and a snack. She set her snack on the bedside table and said, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed now."
