It was on the third night, with the image still fresh on the memory of her wearing that unbelievable black bikini, that I finally allowed my inhibitions to overtake my morals and achieve the ultimate goal of my life for at least the last five years: feel my cousin's boobs.
Okay, so you're saying to yourself one of two things: either this guy is a total pervert, or (even if you don't mind the act of mild incest) what's the big deal about copping a feel of a cousin's boob? Well, let me tell you a little something about Katy's boobs: they are the most magnificent objects on the face of the universe.
Wanna know more about my first cousin, Katy? Okay, set it up like this: she's just celebrated her 18th birthday, and one of her presents was a very provocative black bikini from...herself. Yes, she's a bit on the arrogant side, definitely on the selfish side, but when you have a body like hers, you can get away with murder, and it certainly killed me to look at her. Katy was small, but so wonderfully curvy. She was only a couple inches above five feet, and moving your lustful gaze up her little body, you had to admire the individual parts for what they were: tiny, even dainty little toes and feet, slender and supple calves, then firm, very athletic legs, all nicely baked to a golden tan from the summer sun these parts had been enjoying these last couple of months.
These parts? Oh, just one of the most picturesque quiet little mountain towns in the Western U.S., a wonderful escape from the cramped condo I shared with my parents in the big sweaty city half a state away. If you think I'm going to tell you the exact location so you can sneak a peek at my beautiful cousin, Katy, you're out of your mind!
Anyway, where were we...her legs? Those incredible legs I was describing were connected to a pair of hips that begged you to hold on and not let go until you were finished riding. With just the slightest cock of the hips, Katy could send her plentiful rounded ass into a position that would stop traffic if approaching from behind. In another state. But then things narrowed, narrowed dangerously to a waist that still enjoyed the benefits of a youth that could absorb calories without putting on an ounce of fat on a belly that remained flat and mesmerizing. Then up beyond a midsection where the ribs teasingly let themselves be known in only the slightest of impressions on the soft skin that allowed just the perfect amount of meat on her bones.
Then we come to the boobs.
Holy God, my dear reader, hang on for dear life. Katy's boobs were something that nature had allowed to develop beyond any sort of reason. Massive, enormous natural mountains sprang from the otherwise slender frame of my dear cousin. No doubt at this point, you expect me to give you specific measurements in inches and cup sizes, but given the fact that even with two hands you could certainly never hope to contain even a single bountiful breast, what bloody difference does it matter to say C, D, or whatever cup? Let's just say they were huge, colossal, and supremely ripe for the plucking. They bounced, they moved, and they giggled with liquid lusciousness at the slightest movement. They were the kind of cannons you know would become sad and pathetically sagging bowling balls when the poor lass turned 50. But now, at 18 plus a day or two, they simply defied gravity. They defied logic. They were perfection so profound, you simply wanted to cry like a baby and then suckle those monstrosities until your bladder exploded from all the milk they could potentially produce.
And all I could do was stare. Stare and lust. And masturbate, of course. I knew this summer I would home slightly bent over, my crotch sore and my wrist fractured after capitalizing from the fresh images of Katy in a sweater...Katy in a tank top...Katy in a fucking potato sack! It didn't matter! This girl had fucking huge goddamned tits!
But as a cousin, it was all I could do: stare. And try not to get caught staring, though I knew she knew I was hooked, could hardly ever look her in the eye. Yes, I stared and wondered, and fantasized. And whacked off. Whacked my eager youthful 18-year-old cock until I could hardly produce another drop of sperm. Only then I could tolerate being in the room for with her for another day.
Then she put on that black bikini.
We were all gathered around the living room after dinner: me, my aunt and uncle, my cousin Jack and of course my cousin Katy. My aunt and uncle were in their forties. Jack was their older offspring, just short of his 21st birthday. My name's Tom, by the way. I was actually about two months older than Katy, so I too was still enjoying the strange sensation of being an "adult" at the ripe old age of 18. Yes, all of us seemed to have our birthdays one right after another. But it was Katy's 18th that started a downward spiral in to the uncontrollable tale of lust that I share with you today.
Lounging on the couch or floor, we were watching Katy open her presents with confident relish, for she was sensationally pleased this day could only be about her. She opened gifts of mainly jewelry and lots of cloths. But it was the final gift, the gift from Katy to Katy, that scratched the proverbial record off the player: the black bikini.
Purposely saving the best for last, Katy said, "Oh, who is this from," then proceeded to unwrap a gift that none of the rest of us had recognized. When the skimpy little bottoms came out, I felt my jaw drop as I saw my dear aunt put a hand to her mouth and my uncle make that tsk-tsk-tsk sound. Katy could only smirk and giggle, pushing a stray lock of long auburn hair from her face and holding up the matching top...what little there was of it.
"This is lovely!" she exclaimed in a teasing tone. "I can't wait to try it on!"
I glanced at her brother, Jack, who was looking down awkwardly at his hands. Strange, although he was looking away from her he had the slightest mischievous grin at the corner of his lips. My aunt and uncle were exchanging a glance that only they could decipher, but if I were to guess it was one of supreme disappointment. I looked back at Katy, surprised to find that she was looking right at me. She winked. I gulped. And that's when she ran out of the room, clutching her new little suit. After an awkward silence, the rest of us chatted about other topics for a while since the present-opening was over. The whole time, we knew what was about to happen, this family and I, and sure enough, out she came.
My aunt, a prude and deeply religious woman, made a gasping sound. My uncle put an arm around her and tried to look away from the sexually arousing form that was his own daughter. Jack and I both stared openly now: my cousin Katy was clad only in the most delicious bikini anyone had ever known. The finishing touches, the detail that I knew would lead to my masturbatory activity tonight, were the little beaded ties at the side along the hips. To know that I had but to tug gently at one of those strings to let go the fabric and expose a healthy young woman's vagina was all it took to solidify my cock instantly.
After dancing around for a little bit, showing off, Katy finally succumbed to her mother's pleading to go change back into something "normal." She did, and the rest of the evening went relatively uneventfully. Actually, the next two days did as well, save for my frequent trips to the bathroom to try and talk sense into my cock which had decided it would stay hard for hours on end. It was on that third night, when the thunder clap of a summer storm had startled me from an only half-dozing waking-dream state, that I decided I could take no more. I had to, simply had to, find a way to at least see, perhaps even feel, my little cousin's tits.
I was on a futon in my cousin Jack's room. I looked over toward where he slept on his double bed. In the dim, silver light of the moon that poked through a break in the clouds and through a window I saw his form dead asleep in a lump, his chest moving slightly up and down. I was at the far end of the room, opposite the door. Jack slept on the bed in the middle. As I slowly squirmed my way out from under my covers, I stared at him. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up or even stir. If he did, my reason for being awake and padding across the room could only be to use the bathroom, not to sneak in to his sister's room.
Jack remained asleep, and I padded along the floor, clad only in my boxer shorts. It was only a short distance across the hall to Katy's room. As I reached for her door knob, I froze. What the FUCK was I doing? But as I asked the question, I realized I'd played out similar scenarios in my head a thousand times, and suddenly the act became automatic. I was determined now, determined to see my cousin's breasts live and in person, truly and utterly naked for the first time.
With infinite care I turned the knob and opened the door. Slowly, slowly I pushed, desperate to keep anything from squeaking. After what seemed like twenty minutes but was perhaps only twenty seconds, I was stepping into the room, leaving the door just slightly ajar. To close it would mean the click of the latch. I turned to toward the bed and there she lay, asleep, peaceful, innocent...and oh so fucking sexy.
In a cute childlike way, Katy still preferred to sleep with a dim night light, and with my eyes well-adjusted to the darkness, I could make out her form with relative ease. She was sleeping on her back, her massive chest moving slowly up and down, causing a peak in the sheets to rise up, rise down...rise up, rise down.... I was mesmerized, transfixed. I felt a strange coolness in my crotch, and, glancing down, I realized my erection had poked free through the slit in my boxers, now exposed to the night air. My erection, my cock...it was pointing in the direction I needed to go, and slowly, carefully, I moved forward toward her, toward the treasure that awaited.
When I got to the edge of Katy's bed, I kneeled down so my shoulders were just about even with the top of her mattress. And this is where it got scary. With trembling hands, I reached up and very, very carefully began to pull back the sheet and thin blanket that covered my cousin's chest. She never even stirred as I moved the bed cloths back, stopping at her waist. At this point, I encountered just one more barrier, Katy's shirt. She wore a thin t-shirt, no bra, and this was going to be the tricky part, getting that thing up and over her enormous boobs. If the material of her shirt had twisted around her body in the night, I would have to tug at it to get it up above her stomach and over her tits. That could wake her. Or would it? It depended on how heavy a sleeper she was. Well, there was only one way to find out. I took a breath, reached for the hem around her soft belly and pulled gently upward. I managed a few inches, exposing just the very top of her panties and her little belly button. I could see the smooth texture of her tanned skin, licking my lips at the thought of seeing more, and—
A sudden noise from the hallway froze me. The noise itself was soft, muffled, but the abruptness of it felt like a dagger in my ear. I let go of Katy's shirt and listened desperately. Another sound...a floor board creaking? The house settling? Yes, certainly nothing more than the wind pushing along the side of the house—
No, there it was again, almost the same sound. Someone was moving in another part of the house. Holy shit. Right there in the hallway, it had to be. The hallway was very small, just a short passage that led from the living room to the bedrooms of Katy and Jack, their parents, and a little guest bathroom. I had about four seconds to decide whether to remain frozen or find somewhere to hide. For some reason I went for the hiding route and ducked under Katy's bed. But why would I do this? If anyone else was moving through the house, surely it was to go to the bathroom. Who would come into Katy's room at this hour? (Other than her perverted cousin, of course.)
I realized I was just as safe under Katy's bed as well as next to it, as long as I remained utterly silent, so I started to quietly shuffle back into the open when I saw Katy's door open! What? Who? The fuck?
From my hidden vantage point, I could see the bare feet of the new intruder. They were definitely male feet and I knew by simple deduction it had to be Katy's brother, Jack. But what the fuck was he doing here? Holy Christ, had he seen me walk out of his room? Was he looking for me to pound my fucking face in for actually thinking of invading the purity of his sleeping sister? Well, if so, he was going about it in a strange way, because he was moving very slowly and carefully, just as I had been, clearly hoping not to wake anyone in the house.
