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My cousin Janice and I had always been close as kids. She was four years younger than I was but we had always had a special connection that I didn’t share with the rest of my extended family. I’m not sure why exactly; who ever understands these things? But even with our age difference, we could joke with each other, laugh together, discuss life’s teenage problems and even just sit together in silent camaraderie, fully comfortable in each other’s presence. The only problem was, of course, that we were cousins. There was, at least on my side, this ever-present feeling when I was with her, that I had found a girl that would be perfect for me, even at the young age of 18.
Unfortunately, I also knew that this was ridiculous. As wonderful as she was, she was off limits, both because of her age as well as our relationship. So as people do, we went on with our lives. We’d see each other at times when our families would visit. I watched her blossom into a beautiful young lady, every year becoming more of a woman – fuller, more sensual curves, glittering, playful brown eyes, soft seductive lips. And a razor sharp wit. This girl could make me laugh, make me think, challenge me: I loved spending time with my cousin.
But time moves on. After I went on to college, Janice and I saw less and less of each other. Later, I heard through the family grapevine that she had moved to Toronto when she was 18 and was attending university there. I was in my final year of my program and had just finished my final exams that April. As a reward, 2 of my friends and I decided to go to Toronto for a few nights to blow off some steam and celebrate having finished school. We had a whole lot of things planned, not the least of which was doing some serious bar hopping and girl chasing.
On the second night there, my friends and I, after having been to a number of nightclubs where beautiful women had surrounded us all evening ended up later a local strip club. As most are, this club was dark and plush, with loud throbbing music and the lingering scent of fresh cigarette smoke and beer filling the air. The floor shimmered from the lights of the twirling disco balls on the ceiling, scattering and spreading like a thousand shooting stars racing across the night. The din of men talking and women laughing and whispering floated beyond the blare of the DJ’s voice over the six-foot high stage speakers. The women were beautiful. Perfect young bodies, sexy lace and lingerie. Blondes, brunettes, redheads – all waiting to entertain, to be touched, to feel. In my drunken haze, I laughed with my friends, talked and flirted with a number of girls and even had a few table dances. Life was good. This was a good place to drink and relax, and finish our last night together as undergraduates.
The girl that stepped onto the stage broke my reverie. The DJ announced her. “Gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely Jenna!” A chorus of whoops and howls and clapping hands ensued, and a gorgeous, entrancing brunette sashayed from the curtains beside the stage out into full view. Her hips swung seductively as she strolled from one end of the stage to the other, spinning around the golden pole amidst the wild cheers and whistles from the appreciative crowd. She was dressed like a cheerleader in a white top and red tartan skirt, cut way above her knees. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled and laughed as the men at the front of the stage reached out towards her, trying to get her to come to them. Her eyes sparkled – glittering, playful brown eyes that…”Holy Shit!” my mind screamed. “That’s Janice!”
The girl on stage whirled and strutted, lifting her skirt up and bending over to give her audience a view of her perfect ass, a red thong tightly drawn between her tight cheeks. She reached up and ran her long red fingernails lightly across her butt, smiling sexily at the guys in the front, running her tongue suggestively across her lips. Then she was up again; flipping her ponytail and spinning around the poll, this time with both legs wrapped up high around it, her skirt falling back down over her body as she twirled.
I stared in shocked silence. I had to be mistaken. But those eyes, that hair. Those breasts. I could see them beneath the tight white schoolgirl shirt. They were the right size. Large. Firm. Round. The shirt was so tight!
I waited and strained to see her when she came back around to my side of the stage. Finally she did. And her eyes met mine. She stopped briefly, a look of sudden recognition on her face. And something else: Fear? I hoped not.
‘Jenna’ regained her composure and continued her dance, glancing back at me once or twice. There was no doubt now. My beautiful cousin was working as an exotic güvenilir bahis dancer, and I was there to see her.
Janice danced on stage for three more songs, gradually taking off her top revealing a red lace brassiere, then her sexy schoolgirl skirt, her hips swaying and grinding. She played the crowd. Left in her bra and thong she writhed on the stage, pulling herself to the edge to spread her legs around the sides of some lucky guy near the rail. She pulled his head towards her thinly covered crotch, laughing and smiling to the men around him. She glanced back at me and smiled. My friends hooted and howled. They didn’t have a clue.
Then she was back in the middle of the stage again, unclasping the front of her bra. And every fantasy, every dream I ever had of my perfect cousin came true in that instant. Glancing over at me, she lifted the lace away from her chest, and showed us, showed me, her hardened nipples and her taut, impossibly beautiful tits. She dropped the bra and brought her hands back up to her breasts, cupping them and pushing them together. She looked up at me under her lashes and then back down at her fingers. She ran them around her nipples in soft, slow circles, stopping to pinch them and pull them outwards, her face a frozen mask of erotic pleasure. Then my closest cousin claimed my eyes with hers and lifted her right nipple up to her mouth and flicked her tongue across it, a devilish smile dancing across her lips.
I was paralyzed. To say my cock was aroused would be like saying that winter in Toronto can be chilly. I don’t think I was ever as stiff as I was then. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My friend to my immediate left jabbed me hard in the arm “Wake up, boy! What’s going on? You have a stroke or something?” They all laughed. As for me, I was pretty sure I was having a stroke. I certainly knew my circuits were overloaded.
It got worse, or better, depending on how you look at it. My cousin, now fully aware that I was completely entranced, crawled across the stage on her hands and knees and stopped right in front of me. She swung her legs over the side of the stage and placed them on either side of my chair and me. She then pushed and squeezed her irresistible tits up and down, flattening them and hefting them. She licked her lips in slow circles, her eyes never leaving mine. “What’s your name?” she asked, her eyes darting quickly between my friends and I. I played along. “Danny” I replied.
“Well, Danny. Do you want to see my pussy?” she whispered, running a hand down her stomach to rest between her smooth, tanned, parted thighs. The fingers played with the fabric of the thong, stroking up and down it. Right in front of my eyes.
“Yes” I croaked.
“Jenna” bit her lower lip softly and looking down at her hands slowly pulled the fabric to one side. Her smoothly shaven pussy lips came into view and she dragged one finger up them and then pulled them slightly apart. Her breasts heaved slightly as she let the fabric snap back into place and proceeded to put her hand inside the material and over her mound. I watched as she leaned back on one hand and spread her legs wide, her other hand working her fingers in and out of her pussy as she arched her back and thrust her hips up and down. I couldn’t stand it. My hands grasped the chair in a death grip. Finally she relented the torture. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear “I want to dance for you after I’m done, OK?” I nodded dumbly. She placed a kiss on my cheek and went back to finishing her set.
I got up and went to the bathroom, leaving my laughing friends to ogle the next girl. In the bathroom I limped into a stall and released my engorged prick. It throbbed in the air, twitching and bobbing. I resisted the urge to grasp it and jerk it. It was an effort unlike anything I could remember. I needed it to go down. It wouldn’t. It just kept throbbing and throbbing, the thick veins pulsing with blood. I needed to pee. I needed to splash cold water on my face. I needed another drink.
Finally after about 10 minutes and another irate customer pounding on the stall door, my erection subsided enough to allow me to relieve myself. I left the stall, mumbling a “Sorry, man” to the guy outside and went to the sink to wash my hands and splash my face. I stood, staring into the mirror at my semi-drunken countenance, thinking, “Get it together man! You can go out there. So she’s your cousin. You don’t have to do anything wrong. It’s just a little fun – nothing more.” To which my other self, the intelligent one, replied “Yeah, right buddy.”
I walked back out into the darkness.
When I arrived back at my table, the cheerleader was back, fully dressed and sitting with my friends. She had her hand türkçe bahis on my friend Steve’s knee and was laughing and smiling at him. I walked up. Janice stood up.
“Hi!” she smiled. “I thought you might have snuck out the window, never to return!” she teased.
“There weren’t any windows in there” I laughed sheepishly.
“Is that a bad thing?” she replied, raising an eyebrow and biting that lower lip again. God she was seductive. How did this young girl turn into this unbelievably hot young woman in front of me?
“No, no! Not at all” I rushed. “I was just – uh, fixing things.”
“I see” she laughed, her eyes dancing in the dim light. “Well, do you think you can drag yourself away from the stage for a few minutes? I’m sure your friends won’t miss you” she smirked. “Right boys?”
The three drunks hooted some more and pushed me towards her, nearly causing me to spill her drink.
“Careful” she said, “You wouldn’t want to stain my nice shirt would you?”
“Well…not with that” I chuckled, pointing to her drink.
Her mouth dropped slightly and she laughed and slapped my arm. “You’re bad” she giggled. “I think you’d better come with me,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me away, up some stairs into an upper room. We entered the room and found it to have a number of booths, each obscured from the other. In many of the booths, beautiful girls were dancing for men, rubbing back and forth on their laps, letting them enjoy their young bodies.
Janice led me into a booth at the back. “We can get comfortable here,” she said.
“Maybe you can get comfortable” I joked. “Me, maybe not so much!”
“Aw c’mon,” she grinned. “It can’t be that bad, can it?”
“I’m still kind of in shock,” I said.
“Are you ashamed of me?” she winced.
“No…No. God no. I’m just stunned, that’s all. I came here for a few beers with my friends. I never expected to see anyone I knew here, and especially not, uh, dancing.”
“Was I any good?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah. You’re…you’re pretty amazing” I stammered.
“Thank you!” she squealed, throwing her arms around my neck, giving me a hug.
We sat for a while, talking about things. She asked me why I never kept in touch and I blathered something about losing track of everything while I was in school and she understood. Her courses kept her busy as well. This job was going to help her pay for her tuition and board the next year. I told her I thought she’d probably be able to pay for the next three years from just this summer by the number of guys in here tonight. Another ten minutes of chat, a few more laughs. Just like old times. Then, some silence. The music played on in the background.
“So…” she started.
“Do you want me to dance?” she grinned devilishly.
“Janice, we’re cousins” I tried.
“Oh c’mon. Just for fun” she smiled.
“How much is it?” I asked.
“For you, no charge” she replied, looking into my eyes. “I always idolized you, you know?”
“Yes. You were the only one…I’ve…I’ve never really felt as connected to anyone as I did to you.”
“I know what you mean, Janice. Me neither. Sick isn’t it?”
“I dunno” she shrugged “Maybe. I don’t think we should overanalyze it, do you?” she asked, running a finger along the open neck of my shirt.
“No, I guess not” I swallowed.
“Good” she smiled. Then my lovely cousin got up in her cheerleader costume and started to sway.
“Do you like my costume?” she asked as she bent over slightly to bring her breasts closer to my face.
“Oh yes” I breathed.
“Mmmm. Good. Do you like me as a schoolgirl?”
“Yes, very much”
She placed her hands on my shoulders, leaning way over so that her covered breasts were pressed into my face. “You used to look at them a lot, you know” she said.
“What?” I asked.
“My tits” she replied. “You looked at my tits a lot. Do you think they look OK now? Do you like them, Danny? Do you think I have nice, big tits” she whispered hotly into my ear. I could smell her hair, like the faint smell of apples. Her ponytail bobbed to the side.
“Look at them” she said as she undid her top, button by button. Then the clasp of the bra. Snap. “Look at how big they are, Danny” she teased. “Look at them now, how they’ve grown” as she teased her nipples and pinched them inches from my eyes. ” Do you like my big breasts, Danny?”
I almost couldn’t speak. My cock had become thick and long in my jeans. It was throbbing. I couldn’t think straight. “Yes!” I gasped.
“Mmmm. You used to stare at them all the time and I’d get so hot from that! I really get turned on when people stare. What about my ass Danny? Did you güvenilir bahis siteleri like my ass?” At this Janice turned around and lifted her school skirt up and bent way over. My eyes bulged. My hands gripped the chair.
“Don’t you just want to feel it Danny? Don’t you just want to put your hands all over it?” she taunted, cockily.
“Do it Danny. Feel my ass. Grab it. I want to get really horny!”
My hands left the chair sides and moved up to her bare ass cheeks, which she swayed and circled in front of me. I touched them. I felt her soft yet firm cheeks fill the palms of my hands. I began to fondle and squeeze them. Janice began to writhe in front of me. Her hand snaked into her thong in front.
“Yesss” she hissed. “Do it. Feel it up Danny. Oh God I love this, ” she whispered to herself, just loud enough so I could here. She bit her lip again as her fingers worked inside of her.
Janice rubbed her mound in circles as she ground her ass into my hands. She undid the button on the skirt and let it drop. Then she pulled her other hand out of her panties and pushed off her open top and bra and let them fall to the floor. My gorgeous cousin was standing topless in front of me, her perfect tits bouncing to her rhythm. Only her red thong, now darkened at the “V” between her legs and her red pumps remained. I stared at her stunning form, her taut legs, her slim waist and hips, her large jiggling breasts.
“Do you like this?” she smirked, crawling onto my lap and sitting on it facing me, her breasts inches below my face. “Do you like what I do for a living, Danny?” She lifted her breasts up. “Lick my nipples, Danny. Flick your tongue on them”
I couldn’t help myself. I licked her nipples.
“Mmmmm…Goddd…I luv that! I luv having my nipples sucked, Danny! Suck on them! Suck them all over. This is what you’ve always wanted to do to them, isn’t it Danny? Yes! Like that Danny. Please suck them! Mmmm…God I luv this. I fucking love this!”
Janice was grinding her hips back and forth on my lap. My enraged cock was pressed painfully downward and I had to adjust it.
“Just a sec” I gasped. “Lift up!”
“What” she asked.
“My…my…cock. I need to…move it”
“Mmmm…let me” she hummed.
Janice reached down and put her hand on my bulge. She squeezed and felt it. “Holy shit, Danny! You’re huge!”
I stammered that I didn’t think it was anything unusual. It didn’t matter. My mind was a fog. Janice unzipped the zipper to my jeans and popped the button open. She reached down and gently pulled my swollen cock upward and out of my underwear.
“Are you sure we should be doing this? Aren’t there rules in here?” I asked.
“Unh-Unh” she smiled. “Not up here baby.” She started pulling up and down on my cock. “Is this what you like, Danny? You like your big cock pulled like this?”
“Unhhh…God Janice, yes”
“Can I tell you something, Danny?” she confided as she worked my fat prick up and down in here hands, rubbing the head with her other hand. “The fact that I’m doing this to my cousin is, like, totally turning me on!” Beat, beat, beat. “You know what else?” she whispered. “I get to do this every night, to different cocks, as often as I like!” Jerk, jerk, jerk. I was close to exploding and hearing her talk this way was driving me crazy.
“You know what else I’ve found guys like to do to me?” she asked as she pulled and squeezed my cock this way and that.
“What” I groaned.
“They like to fuck my tits. I let guys fuck their cock between my tits Danny. Isn’t that cool, Danny? I let guys fuck all over my big tits.”
I exploded. My cum shot up so hard that it splattered all over the underside of Janice’s breasts and my shirt.
“Yesss” she squealed, smiling and continuing to pull it. “Oh yeah, Danny!” Several more smaller jets pumped out, onto her hand with the bright red fingernails. “Ooooh, baby” she laughed. “That was a good one, Danny!”
I watched as the last few drops oozed out. Fortunately, Janice had brought a towel with her. I had thought it was to place between her and the patrons. Guess not.
Janice cleaned the cum off her breasts and my shirt as best she could. It looked like I’d spilled something on myself. She helped me tuck myself back into my jeans and then she got off my lap and sat down beside me.
“Is that better?” she teased.
I rolled my eyes upward. “What do you think?” I chuckled.
“I think doing it with your little cousin and her big tits is a turn on for you. I haven’t seen a guy cum that hard in a while.”
“You’ve turned into a nasty little girl, cousin” I replied, a small smile on my face.
“Little girls grow up hun” she whispered. “I need to go back to work. This is our little secret right? I don’t need Mom and Dad knowing what I do. They think I work in a law firm.”
I laughed. “No hun. Just our little secret.”
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