SEDUCTION OF MY FIRST COUSIN - part 3

All of my stories are based on events that I've actually lived. Some are totally true and others are true up to a point. It's your challenge to figure out where reality ends and fantasy begins! With that being said…read on! As we approached the parking lot at the convention center, traffic was merging into two lanes. We ended up in the right lane, which put the person taking our money on my side. Seeing that person was a middle-aged man, I thought I would give him a little bonus for standing out in the sun all day and at the same time keep the tension going in my cousin Randy’s pants. As Randy said, “Here ya’ go Amy,” and handed me a twenty dollar bill, I crossed my left leg over my right, which would give a better view of my crotch and inner thigh to anyone looking in my window. Turning slightly in my seat, so I could greet the ticket guy, I glanced over at Randy and he was looking down trying to put his wallet back in his pocket. That’s when I reached up and quickly unfastened another button on my blouse and made sure it was gapping open enough to give this guy a free look at my little fou****n-year-old titties. Keeping one eye on Randy, he looked back towards me just as my hand was returning back, so I changed the twenty from one hand to the other to make it look like that was what the movement was about. I wanted it to appear that my button had accidently come unfastened. But I don’t think he ever saw my hand move because his eyes stopped at my legs. He had been shifting his eyes between the road, my legs, and the small mounds inside my blouse ever since we left Grandma’s house. He thought he was being sly while he stole those glances behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses, but his awkward head-tilt made it obvious where his real focus was. Rolling up to the man at the gate, I rolled down my window real slow. We were driving Grandma’s old car and it didn’t have power windows, only hand cranks. I knew watching that window move down in slow motion would keep this guy’s attention on me instead of him just glancing quickly to grab the money. The windows weren’t tinted but the sun was reflecting off the glass so he wasn’t able to really see me until the glass opened up. As the window slowly lowered, I saw his eyes lock in on my knee and then my inner thigh and crotch. His eyes moved up my body at the same speed the window was being cranked down. I was the first to speak and greeted him by saying, “Hi! Hot day huh?” Turning slightly towards him, and reaching over with my left hand to give him the twenty, caused my blouse to gap open just enough! There was a moment of awkward stillness as he stood frozen in time and said nothing. I’m sure he was thinking about how he would love to reach down through that window and instead of taking the bill from my hand, he could misjudge his reach and slither his hand inside my blouse and tweak my perky nipple. During that split second, I felt another drop of wetness make its way from my pussy and into my already moist panties. He finally answered me with a sort of stutter, “Uh…yeah…umm, you got that right! It’s REALLY HOT today.” With that I thrust my hand out the window and bumped it into his little money apron which was conveniently covering his crotch. He must have had a roll of quarters or something in his pouch because it felt awfully hard in there! Immediately, I said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you!” He said, “No worries! Ya’ll have a nice day; lots of good stuff to look at in there.” With that, he took the twenty from my hand and said, “Just follow the guy’s with the flags.” I smiled at him and said, “Thanks, you too,” as Randy pulled the car forward. As soon as I had my window rolled up, and knowing full well that Randy had seen EVERYTHING, I practically shouted, “Oh my gosh, I accidently punched that guy in the groin when I reached out to give him the money! I was SOOO embarrassed!” Randy said, “Did he say anything?” “Not really, he just smiled and waved us on.” I was hoping Randy was a little jealous that I had touched this guy’s crotch and I hadn’t touched his yet. But NO WORRIES, his time would come!” Once we were in our parking space, I cracked my door open and Randy said, “Let me get that for you.” Normally, I just open the door for myself and I wasn’t really expecting this kind of service from one cousin to another, especially considering my age. He was treating this more like a date than just two cousins hanging out. I thought it was sweet. Watching him walk in front of the car, as he worked his way around to my door, produced a little tingle between my legs. It was the same tingle I had felt when I first saw him earlier this morning when I walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting directly in front of me. I knew he worked in construction but I was shocked at how fit and strong he looked. He didn’t have a body like a weight lifter, but one that was firm and toned. In addition, his tan was deep, with no tan lines at his neck or sleeves. It turned me on to think of him working shirtless on a sunny day. Standing in that doorway, I noticed him giving me the once over, well twice over, when I walked into the living room at Grandma’s house for the first time. I had just come from the shower so my hair was still wet and I was combing it out. He smiled and uttered an awkward, “Hi,” which sounded like he was a little confused. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. Responding back with the same lame greeting, I tried to make it sound flirty without being obvious. His gaze seemed to be focusing in on my legs, and since I loved teasing guys, I knew I could use this to my advantage. After all, he may have been my cousin, but he was still a guy! There was an empty chair right in front of me, which was directly across from Randy, so I sat down, with my legs spread, like a boy would sit. I knew my running shorts were loose around the legs and if he kept looking my way he was sure to catch a glimpse of my tiny white cotton panties. The more I moved around in that chair, the more he moved around in his. It was pretty obvious he was trying to situate his angle so I couldn’t look at his crotch. But it was too late; I had already seen the bulge growing in his jeans. Not wanting to be obvious, that I was interested in what was happening between his legs, I kept looking over toward our folks and laughing at them as they picked on each other. It was one of those times, while looking the other direction that Randy stood up and moved my way. Grandma’s house was small and the door to the bathroom was directly across the narrow hallway from the living room door where my chair was. I was pretty much blocking the path out of the living room. As Randy approached my chair, I pretended to not notice and made no effort to scoot over or even lean a little for that matter. He turned his back to me as he squeezed past me, which was a disappointment because I was looking forward to him brushing my shoulder with that growing lump in his pants. He went into the bathroom and shut and the door. Being only a couple of feet from the bathroom door, it was easy for me to hear every sound coming from there. Training my ears away from the f****y stories and into that bathroom, I waited to hear signs of what he was going to do, number one or number two? The clank of the toilet seat hitting the tank gave it away. He had raised the seat so he could pee. Waiting, I expected to hear his stream strike the water in the toilet bowl. It took forever, and I knew exactly why! His penis was too hard to pee! Being a normal, hormone driven teenage girl, I had done my share of research. It wasn’t as easy as it is nowadays, with the internet, but the information was out there. Of course, we all learn about the facts of life on the playground, years before our parents’ feel it’s time to give us “the talk!” I had learned more of the details after finding my older b*****r’s stack of Penthouse magazines under his bed, while I was helping my mom change his sheets one morning. Sneaking back in later in the day, I pulled one out and started looking at the pictures and reading the stories. After that first time, I began “borrowing” one magazine at a time and would take it to my room and read it from cover to cover with my b*****r none the wiser! That’s where I had learned that it was difficult for a guy to pee when he had an erection. Finally, through the keyhole of the old-timey door, I heard the waterfall making its way into the toilet. It seemed like Randy peed a gallon but I eventually heard those last, broken squirts as he f***ed the remnants of piss from his bladder. The next thing I expected to hear was the seat clank as he closed it, but it never clanked! That was normal though because I had an older b*****r and a Dad, and neither one of them ever closed the seat either. It was always a shock when stumbling into the bathroom in the darkness of night, sitting down on the toilet and dipping your butt into the water because SOMEONE forgot to put the lid down! So I should have heard the water at the sink as he washed his hands. Nothing! Oh no, was he one of those guys that didn’t wash his hands after going to the bathroom! Still nothing, had he gotten lost in the tiny bathroom and couldn’t find his way out? Then I heard what I thought was a moan. With the second moan I assumed he had decided to turn around and take a number two which was being stubborn about coming out. But then a louder GROAN, followed by an Umm, Umm, and Umm escaped from the keyhole. He wasn’t constipated. Those weren’t groans from straining. Those were the same sounds that the writers had described in the sex stories I had read. I was shocked, surprised and thrilled. I was shocked that Randy was masturbating with everyone so close by, surprised that I had recognized the moans for what they were, and thrilled that he was rubbing himself to an orgasm because of me! I just assumed it was all about me because of the way he had been drooling over my legs ever since he laid eyes on me! Knowing I had given lots of boys a stiff dick was one thing, but knowing, and HEARING that I had not only given an older guy a hard-on, but had caused him to want to masturbate, had sparked a twinge in my thighs and made me leak a little of my sex juice into my panties. All of this had made me pull my legs together and squeeze because all I could think about at the time, was touching myself! It was then that everyone decided to go into the kitchen and make lunch. Not wanting to lose my front seat to the action, I stood and carried my chair into the living room, letting everyone pass by me. Expecting Randy to exit the bathroom now that he was finished, I stood in the living room and waited. But, he didn’t come out. Waiting another sixty seconds, I moved to the bathroom door and leaned on the section of wall between it and the kitchen door which allowed me to appear that I was part of what was going on in the kitchen and at the same time listen for sounds from the bathroom. That’s when I heard the moans again. Was he still having the same orgasm? I had never read of one lasting that long. Or could he be…masturbating a second time? With that thought I felt another discharge of my wetness seep from my tight little pink pussy. Trying to be inconspicuous, I reached down and pushed the leg of my shorts against my inner thigh so I could soak up the drop that had escaped my panties and was running down the inside of my leg. The lock on the door opened and Randy stepped out. Blocking the doorway to the kitchen, he had to stop behind me. That’s when I turned and looked over my shoulder and made some teasing remark about moaning and being constipated. He just laughed it off but we BOTH knew what had really just happened. He made some comment about us getting along well and when I turned to respond I noticed he had big drop of something on his shirt, and I knew exactly what it was. It looked just like the stuff that I had seen in those pictures when guys would masturbate and let their semen land on their lady’s chest. Knowing this was going to be fun to watch, I pointed it out to Randy. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw it. The explanation that followed was priceless. LOTION! That, it definitely was not! You see, when I finished my shower, I couldn’t find any lotion in the bathroom. My plans were to go grab it off the end of the dresser in the room I was staying in until I saw that the relatives had arrived while I was taking a shower. Randy’s explanation played right into my hands, giving me not only the chance to blow his mind, but setting up a perfect opportunity for me to experience the feel of a guy’s semen on my finger. Quickly reaching over my shoulder, before Randy could react, I wiped the big glob of his cum from his shirt and onto my finger. He panicked as I was standing there, studying the gooey substance and rubbing it between my fingers. Randy made some effort to grab a napkin or something for me to wipe it on but I wanted more. So, before he could hardly shift his weight, I rubbed it into the palm of my other hand and then rubbed my palms together. Throwing a quick glance at Randy let me know that he was almost overcome in horror. Putting my hands to my face, I rubbed his slippery, pearlescent semen ALL OVER MY CHEEKS, making sure I also rubbed a little around my lips and on my chin! I really wanted to lick my hands so I could experience the taste, but that didn’t make much since, licking lotion, so I just finished up by rubbing my hands together until it was all absorbed. To keep his heart rate up, I told him I needed some more of that lotion for my legs and asked him where it was in the bathroom. Knowing perfectly well there wasn’t any in there, I also wanted to make him sweat. Before he could even begin to think how to answer me, I turned around, moved past him and stepped toward the bathroom. Banging around in there, I shuffled a few bottles of this and that. Then, sticking my head out of the door, I saw his attention was straight forward into the kitchen. He was quiet and appeared to be listening to the conversation over the lunch preparations, but I figured he was in a daze trying to plan his escape from his lie. Side stepping out of the bathroom door, I moved swiftly and quietly to the door of the bedroom I was staying in. Reaching in I quickly grabbed my bottle of lotion from the end of the dresser and headed back into the kitchen to see just how far I could tease Randy! The creak of the car door opening shook me out of my day dream. It’s amazing how fast our minds can replay the history of past events. Randy was standing there, just a silhouette with a hand reaching out, as the sun shown directly into my eyes. I offered him my hand. It was the first time anybody had ever done that for me. He was SOOO sweet! His eyes were transfixed on my legs again, just like they had been while I was squirming in that chair across from him, and especially when I was rubbing lotion on them. When I had switched positions at that kitchen chair, opened my legs, and pulled my shorts up my thigh, his eyes had almost popped from his head. That’s what had given me my next idea to tease him. Finishing up with one last long stroke that reached all the way from my bare toes, I had rubbed that last bit of lotion all the way up my shin, slowed to do a couple of circles around my knee, and continued up my inner thigh until my fingers pushed, just ever so slightly, under the bottom edge of my pulled up shorts. My little pussy was on fire at that point and I really wanted to just slide my fingers right up and penetrate myself, but I had to just dream about it and I stopped short when the tip of my fingers touched my panties. I could swear I had seen Randy’s bulge throbbing inside of his pants. Without a word I had run past him and into the bedroom. In a flash I ripped of my tee shirt, unsnapped my little trainer bra and threw it on a pile of my clothes. Then, I pinched and pulled on both my nipples, bringing them to full attention. The tee shirt went back over my head and I grabbed some perfume and gave a little squirt on my neck. After walking back to the kitchen, I had practically crawled up Randy’s front side as I offered my neck to him. Then he had said the sweetest thing when he told me I smelled like a pretty flower. I wasn’t sure if he had noticed if I ever had been wearing a bra or not, but I was hoping he had snuck a peak down my shirt while he was looking over my shoulder and smelling my neck. Well, just in case he hadn’t, I already had a plan to let him “accidently” see my hard little nipples. That’s when I pulled him to the front porch, just like he was pulling me now as I crawled from the car. Trying to be as sexy as a fou****n-year-old could be, I spread my legs and lowered one foot to the pavement. Leaning forward I had a two-fold motive. The first was so I wouldn’t bang my head on the car, the second was in hopes that as I leaned over, my blouse would fall open, giving Randy the most unrestricted view yet of my AA titties which had nipples as hard as little pebbles from rubbing back and forth on the inside of my blouse. It worked out BETTER than my plan! The twist of my torso, upon exit from the car, caused my blouse to shift and my left boob was totally exposed. As I rose to a full standing posture, my blouse did a little “static cling” thing and didn’t shift back. When I lifted my head, I was expecting Randy to be standing there with his tongue hanging out trying to lap at my puffed out titty. Instead, he was watching something in the parking lot. He promptly turned sideways to me, offered me his arm and said, “Take my arm; I don’t want you to fall. The parking lot is pretty uneven.” Randy was being such a gentleman and treating me like his lady. I had never been treated this way before. He was sexy, and he was making ME feel sexy! As we started to walk, I decided to leave my blouse stuck to my side and let a few other guys finally see what they probably had only fantasized about while masturbating. I knew at some point Randy would look down, notice my tit was exposed, and let me know my blouse had accidently come unbuttoned. Heads were turning, and one guy even walked into a light pole, but Randy never said a word. Finally, as we approached the front door, followed by the ticket booth, I wiggled my shoulders a bit and my blouse straightened itself up. Even though I had wanted Randy to get an eyeful, I didn’t want to be TOTALLY reckless and have some mall cop checking my ID and accusing me of being a trashy little hooker. So, once we got our tickets and passed by the lady with the “clicky” counter thingy, I decided there was only one way to make sure Randy got a good view. Stopping suddenly in mid step, I looked down and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness…my button came undone!” Sure enough, Randy finally looked right at my chest. Making sure to fumble with the button and pull my blouse open in the process, I’m sure Randy finally caught an excellent view of my perky little handful of a titty. Randy, very gentlemanly, stepped in front of me to block the gaze of any of the hundred guys that heard me almost shout that statement. He said, “Well…I guess that explains all the looks. I was beginning to feel like I forgot to zip up my pants or something!” Wanting to appear I was genuinely shaken by what had just happened; I put on my best embarrassed face and made my eyes tear up. (In case you guys don’t know this, we girls have the ability to turn that on and off at our beckon call!) Randy noticed how uncomfortable I had become and put his hands on my shoulders and said, “Aww Sweetie, it’s OK. That kind of stuff happens to everybody.” He had just walked right into my plan, right up to putting his hands on my shoulders! But, when he touched me, my plan fell all apart and things went much further than I ever expected. - Stay tuned for “Seduction of My First Cousin – part 4” - Thanks for reading. Your votes and comments are appreciated!