Cousin Sally is, well... my cousin, obviously but she's much more than that. She's much more of the older sister than the cousin. Family albums show early photographs of us together. She sitting on the child seat of my pram, with me in the pram. Her carefully holding me on her knee in an armchair. As I got more able she's pushing me around on a little wheeled horse, a trike or dragging me behind her on a pull-a-long wooden brick cart that those of you of a certain age might remember. My first proper memory of us together was when she took me to the rec (recreation ground) to play on the swings, slides and round-a-bouts. I was about four at the time, she being seven and nearly a grown up.
When I was seven she was just starting to become a lady, just like her Mum and mine. I followed her around like a puppy dog but although she still looked after me like a little brother she was becoming interested in boys and didn't want me around all the time. When I was eleven she was a beauty. As beautiful as her mother. As beautiful as my mother. Looking back at photographs of her at that time and of her Mother and Aunt at a similar age you'd be forgiven for believing they were the same women. I worshipped the ground she walked upon!
When I was fourteen I towered above her and she took great delight in telling everybody 'he's my little brother!' which pleased me no end. Sometimes, if a boy was getting over ambitious and my cousin wasn't too happy about it she'd point me out to him and say 'See him? He's my little brother. If you don't bugger off and leave me alone, I'll set 'im on you!'. Of course if Sally enjoyed the guy being pushy my services were never called upon until she wanted to dump him. Then I was her new beau until he got the message or she found a replacement. Clearly there could be no kissing and cuddling, I was just there for public consumption but I still enjoyed it.
Strangely I never felt jealous of her various boyfriends. Somehow I understood, even at a quite young age, that no matter what, just like my Mum and my Aunt, I could love Sally for ever and ever and nobody would ever be upset. Loving Sally for ever and ever was never going to be difficult for me.
I've told you about the trip to the lido so I'll not repeat myself, suffice to say that Sally, in her tiny red and white polka dot bikini, looked totally stunning. Unlike my Aunt and My Mother Sally was attainable. Not as a person but as a goal. The quality of girl that existed in my age range. Even then I wasn't concerned about having an 'older' girlfriend. When I started looking at girls with a view to dating then Sally was the bench mark. A very high bench mark which, I have to admit, I was forced to lower over time as I was getting quite desperate. Sally was/is what wet dreams were invented for and she was part of mine until I met Anne in the pouring rain. It was only after I'd been seeing Anne for about a week that I realised how close to being a perfect image of Sally, Anne was and sexy to boot!
When Sally went off to university I visited her a couple of times. I stayed in her room. 'It's OK, he's my little brother', she'd tell anybody who asked. She never wore less than undies although they looked a lot sexier than her polka dot bikini and I never wore less than my Y fronts although I often wore a towel to hide my stiff cock. So, it was as her little brother that I behaved, the perfect gentleman! Bugger!
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It's a good job it was a college day because neither My Mum nor myself were in a hurry to get out of bed that first morning. Time together was going to be precious and we made the most of it while we could. Toast and marmalade, a gulp of tea, a cuddle and a quick kiss was all I got for breakfast.
College was a mixture of theory and practical work so it wasn't too difficult to keep up even with more than a little on my mind regarding the rapidly changing family relationships. Mostly at college I was reinforcing the knowledge I'd picked up in the family businesses. Understanding the science behind the processes. The practical was more noticeably useful in many cases as it often related to aspects that didn't often crop up in a smaller business, so it was new ground in many ways.
I was home by six for dinner at 6:30.
Mum welcomed me home with her usual hug and her not usual proper, improper kiss which I very eagerly returned. Much nicer than the usual peck on the cheek which will return to being the norm once Dad and/or my brother returned.
"Go up and have a shower, Darling. Dinner will be half an hour or so. I'll bring some fresh towels up in a minute."
"Thanks Mum," I said putting my arm around her slim waist and stealing another kiss, "see you in a minute."
Mum came up only a couple of minutes later. She put the 'pinger' on the window cill, stripped off and joined me in the shower.
"When the pinger goes I have to go straight down to the kitchen. Dinner will be ready and if I'm too long it will be burnt and spoiled." she advised.
Mum didn't like her dinners to be spoiled!
"We've got about fifteen minutes," she said reaching for my cock.
I turned the shower off and reached down between her legs to discover that she was already wet and swollen.
"Mum! You've been practising." I exclaimed in mock horror.
"Yes Darling. Didn't know how long we might have so got myself ready. Now I only have you to worry about," she giggled in delight.
She knelt down and took my rapidly growing cock straight into her mouth and down her throat. It was ready in very short order.
"Where would you like it?" she asked with the look of a totally wicked Mum in her eyes.
"Pussy!" I replied without hesitation, "your mouth only when time is very short or when we have all the time in the world."
It was clearly the correct reply. She beamed at me, stood, leaned against the shower wall and parted her beautiful, long legs for me. I lifted her up then she guided my cock into the required place. She came twice and I'd just finished spurting my seed into her when the pinger pinged.
"Perfect timing!" she exclaimed kissing me quickly on the mouth, "you've got five minutes to wash and get down to the kitchen. Don't bother to dress, the back door's locked and we're not expecting anybody before we finish our meal."
Then she was gone, still wet and still naked.
I was down four minutes later, equally wet and just as naked. I'm sure dinner was delicious, it always is but my whole mind was focused on the beautiful, naked woman sitting opposite me. I couldn't help smiling all through the meal. I washed up because that's what good, helpful sons do after their Mother has gone to the trouble of cooking an excellent meal, while she busied herself about the kitchen, all the while telling me about my work schedule for Wednesday. She'd booked my first job in for a 10 o'clock start. 'You'll probably need a bit of a lie in.' she said cryptically.
She'd just snuggled up behind me and was reaching down for my cock when the 'phone rang.
"That'll be Dad," she said reaching up to kiss the back of my neck.
There then followed a lengthy discussion between my parents which I tuned out until I heard 'yes, OK, I'll tell him. Bye for now. Love n Kisses'. And Mum hung up.
"Tell him what?" I asked, surprised at even being mentioned in the conversation.
She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my waist and said ...
"He said that you're to make sure I don't get up to any mischief,"
"He didn't?" I suggested incredulously, pulling the sink plug and reaching for the towel.
"No, you're right." she replied with her wickedest grin, "so we don't have to worry about me getting up to any mischief, do we? He said don't be late for Mrs. Merryweather, she likes punctual and don't leave the slightest trace of mess. She likes clean and tidy and she's a good client."
