This story took place in the summer of 1999, when my cousin Haley and I were both nineteen and were on holiday together, along with our parents. You see, her dad and my dad were brothers and had always been close; they had even moved to the same town. As a result, they saw each other frequently and made sure our families got together at least twice a month, usually during the weekends, for a cozy dinner, some wine, talking, laughing, you know.
For as long as I can remember, we had also gone on holiday together, renting a big place and splitting the costs. It was always a fun time. As Haley and I got bigger, the adults would let us be and do our own thing.
Anyway Haley and I had practically grown up together, seeing more of each other than cousins in other families do. Aside from being cousins, we were also good friends and talked about everything and anything. She was sweet, sensitive and had an incredible positive attitude towards life. She never raised her voice, never got angry, and was always in a good mood.
On top of that, she looked amazing; long blond hair, a nice, big -- not too big -- rack, a firm, juicy ass and legs that wouldn't quit. Despite the fact that we were cousins and had practically grown up together, I was still a normal, horny teenager and so I was almost perpetually hard around her. I jacked off thinking about her all the time. I don't think I'd be exaggerating if I said that for every two loads of cum that I shot out of my fat dick, at least one was dedicated to her.
But I also wasn't stupid, I knew I would never have a chance with her. Aside from being related, we had been close friends for so long that the thought hadn't even entered my mind of trying anything, realizing that she would most likely shoot me down and it would destroy our friendship, and probably tear the family apart. So, I did my best to hide my erection from her and jacked off, thinking about her, whenever I could.
That year, we were on vacation at the coast, both families chipped in and rented a luxurious beach house, consisting of two large living units, both with two bedrooms. The adults shared a living unit where each couple had a bedroom, while Haley and I had the second living unit at our disposal, and each had a bedroom all to ourselves.
It was towards the end of the second week of our three weeks holiday. Our parents were on the communal terrace, drinking wine and talking, laughing and playing board games. After having spent the whole day outside, Haley and I usually got comfy in front of the large screen tv in our living room and shared a couch. Because of all the sand and salt water, everyone took a shower before dinner. While I usually put on bermuda shorts -- way too big, so it could hide any potential hard-on -- Haley usually stuck to a flimsy top and the shortest cut-off jeans known to man, or -- as she was that evening -- just a nighty with panties underneath. Strangely enough, her walking around like that was not a problem for anyone, probably because she usually wore an even more revealing bikini during the daytime.
Anyway, we had started the evening with a lighthearted comedy and afterwards had started watching a sci-fi thriller. So far, business as usual. When the movie was done, we would go up to our own rooms and I'd whack off thinking about Haley as I did every night. During the holidays, when I was with her almost 24/7 I usually pumped out about two or three loads a day, all dedicated to her.
As she also sometimes did, about 40 minutes into the movie, Haley reclined and put her head in my lap, with nothing but a pillow to separate her beautiful face from my raging hard dick. For a moment, I glanced at her long, beautiful naked legs and her ass, which was barely covered by her nighty. If it wasn't for her black panties, I...
I shook my head and turned my attention back to the movie, reminding myself that there was only so much hardness the pillow underneath her head could obscure.
I don't know why, but that night I fell asleep towards the end of the movie, and apparently so did she. When a loud thump woke both of us up, the tv had already gone to night programming -- playing lounge music on a background of beautiful nature sights. As I struggled to open my eyes, Haley also poked her head up, and inadvertently placed her left hand on my hard dick as she propped herself up slightly.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered, turning her head from left to right.
"I don't know," I whispered, already forgotten about the thump, as I had other problems to worry about. My cock was always hardest and fattest right after a little powernap and now was no exception. As she listened even more intently for the sound that woke us up, she leaned even more on my fat cock.
Oh my god, I was fucking huge! The pressure she was applying only made it worse. I didn't have the nerve to say or do anything and just sat there, hoping she'd forget about the sound as soon as possible. Suddenly, without moving any other muscle in her body, she began moving her fingers, as if to ascertain what she was leaning on. The shape and hardness left little to the imagination -- if she hadn't figured it out before -- and so I was extremely nervous and apprehensive about how she would react. Although I did my best to keep still and not draw any further attention to me or my fat cock, I couldn't help but get a shiver through my body as her fingers touched the sensitive tip.
I inhaled sharply, my chest heaving up and down quickly as I lost control of my breathing for a moment; a clear indication of how horny I was. There couldn't be any doubt left in her mind of what she was touching or what state I was in...
Instead of pulling her hand away or jumping up in disgust, her fingers wrapped even more around my hard shaft, grabbing it, gently squeezing it. A brief moan escaped from my mouth.
"Sssss," she said as she pretended to still listen for a sound that neither of us cared about anymore; as she stared out into the living room, she moved her hand up about an inch, then back down, just once... then she waited, for the longest time -- probably about ten seconds -- before doing it again, just one small tug, up and down.
"I think it came from under the couch," she said with a trembling voice. I could tell she was as horny as I was. She slid off the couch onto her knees and bent her head down, pretending to look under the couch, while her hand started fisting my fat cock. I couldn't believe what was happening. I gawked down at her hand, jacking me off wildly and fast. From all the trembling and sighing I was doing, Haley could probably tell I wasn't going to last long. Maybe that's why she kept 'peeking' under the couch until I climaxed about thirty seconds later, creaming the insides of my bermuda shorts under heavy panting. Haley kept jacking me off for as long as she could, until my cock had shrunken to the point where she could no longer hold it, then re-placed her hand and poked her head up again.
She laid her head down on my crotch, more specifically on my spent cock and all of its cum it had just spewed and said, "Well, whatever it was, it's gone now..."
I couldn't believe it; not only had she jerked me off, in a casual detached way, she was pretending it hadn't happened! On top of that, the weight of her head was making sure that my balls, cock and thighs all got coated in a layer of my own sperm, making everything cling to my shorts. I didn't want to freak her out by saying or doing the wrong thing, so I just sat there.
After a couple of minutes of pretending to browse through the channels, I said, "Ok, I think I am going to call it a night."
"Yeah, me too," she said as she sat back up. After a customary peck on the cheek, we each retired to our own bedroom. Needless to say I was up for quite some time, trying to get the incident out of my mind, unsuccessfully I might add. It wasn't before I pumped out two more loads that I was finally able to get some much needed rest.
The following day went by as usual. Haley acted as if nothing had happened and I was doing my best to act cool as well. I was starting to wonder if she even remembered; it sure didn't look that way. It wasn't until that evening when we were about to watch tv again that I would get an answer. Wanting to steer things in the right direction as much as I could, I had put on some lose pajama shorts which did an even poorer job of hiding and containing my cock when it got hard. Haley was wearing jeans cut-offs and a halter top. As she was wearing more clothes than the night before, I didn't have high hopes.
