Comforting My Cousin

I should start by saying that my Aunt Julie is more like a mother to me, seeing as how she raised me from the time I was two years old, and my cousin Cynthia is like a sister to me as she’s only a couple of months younger than me. As a result of this I alternate between calling Julie my aunt and my mother, and alternate between calling Cynthia my cousin and my sister.

My real mother (Aunt Julie’s sister) got sick when she was pregnant with me and as a result both she and I were lucky to survive her pregnancy. While I got better my mother unfortunately got worse, and as a result was in and out of the hospital during the first year of my life, eventually passing away shortly after my second birthday. One of her dying wishes was for Aunt Julie to legally adopt and raise me.

While Aunt Julie talked about my mother all the time she never mentioned my father (or Cynthia’s for that matter) until we pressed her on the issue and all she would tell us is my parents were still just dating when my mother found out she was pregnant. My father walked out on her and never came back. In the case of Cynthia, Aunt Julie admitted she was a bit of a wild child in her late 20’s and Cynthia was the result of a one night stand, and honestly didn’t know who her father was. With two children to take care of, she cleaned up her act and evenly divided her time between her job and raising us.

I played the overprotective brother role to Cynthia all the way into our teen years, and always looked out for her (jokingly calling her my little sister because of the two month age difference). As much as we annoy each other, we’re actually very close, as there isn’t much we don’t know about what is going on in each other’s lives. If there’s something I don’t know about my little sister it was because she doesn’t want me to know, and I respect her privacy. She also respects my privacy if there’s something I don’t feel the need to tell her. Aunt Julie however seems to know everything regardless of if we tell her or not. She just has that motherly intuition. Even if she doesn’t know exactly what’s going on with us, she knows something is up and will get it out of us one way or another.

Cynthia and I ended up going to the same community college together as it was easier financially on Aunt Julie, and we could always transfer to a 4 year college later. We both managed to get part time jobs for spending money for ourselves and contributed to the household finances when we could.

All right, now that all the background is out of the way, on to the reason you’re here.

I came home from hanging out with my buddies one summer night while school was out, and made my way to my room and quickly changed into my lounging around the house clothes. I was about to head to the kitchen and see what I could raid the fridge for when I noticed the light on in Cynthia’s room and decided to poke my head in and see what she was up to.

“Hey sis, what’s up?”

“Hey ugly,” she was sitting in the middle of her bed wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. She had her phone in hand and looked up from the text she was in the middle of typing. “Done running around with that crew of miscreants?”

“Something like that,” I said walking over to sit on the edge of her bed. “What’cha up to?”

“Nothing much, just talking to Suzy.” Suzy was Cynthia’s best friend, and had been ever since middle school. “You know, girl talk.”

“You need to get out of the house.” I said, “You’ve barely left the house since you and Jason broke up.”

“That was last week.” she said, smirking “You act like I’ve been locked up here for a month. I… I’m just not ready to go out yet.”

“Because you’re afraid you’ll see him and…”

“That fucking tramp Aisha?”

About a week earlier, Cynthia had found out that her boyfriend of almost a year, Jason, was cheating on her. The resulting argument and breakup was ugly and almost resulted in Jason and I coming to blows. I wasn’t much of a fighter, having only ever gotten into one that was nothing more than a few lame punches thrown before it was broken up, but I was willing to go to bat for Cynthia.

“Besides,” she added, “You’re not one to talk.”

I had also gone through a breakup just a few months earlier with a crazy, obsessive girl, Jessie. She was the kind of girl who was convinced that every female I spoke to was hitting on me. If I was texting or calling anyone (even Aunt Julie or Cynthia) she was convinced I was talking to a girl I was seeing on the side, and she would blow up my phone sending me 20-30 messages a day, convinced I was cheating if I didn’t answer her right away. I finally broke it off with her when I couldn’t stand any more of her obsessive smothering. She nearly lost her mind and swore she’d “get me”, but nothing ever came of it. That was five months ago şişli escort and I had been single ever since, despite my friends trying to hook me up with girls they knew.

“We’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you. Call up some of your girlfriends, go out, and have a good time. Forget about that asshole. You know, they say living well is the best revenge. At least I go and hang out with the guys.”

“Maybe next weekend,” she said, putting her phone down. “How about I spend some time with my big brother? Wanna watch some TV with me?”

“I was gonna see what’s in the fridge. Since mom’s gone we gotta fend for ourselves.”

Aunt Julie was gone for a week on a business trip. She had no problems with leaving her two college age kids home alone, in fact Cyn and I stopped needing babysitters around the time we were 15. Since then Aunt Julie knew she could leave us alone without us throwing a 80’s teen comedy party or otherwise destroying the house while she was gone.

I went to the kitchen and microwaved up a batch of pizza rolls, grabbed a couple of sodas and headed back to Cynthia who was channel surfing. I plopped down on the bed next to her and stretched out.

Since the subject of her ex came up we ended up talking instead of watching anything, leaving the TV on for background noise. Specifically about how much she hated men right now.

“Present company excluded of course.” she said looking at me.

I laughed a bit, “Of course. Except for all the times you tell me I’m horrible.”

“Well I only tell you that when you’re being an asshole.” she said, “But seriously, you’re about the nicest guy I know.”

I smirked “You’re just saying that because we’re family.”

“No,” she said, putting her empty plate off to the side, “I mean it.”

I gave her a kiss on her forehead, “Well, I still think you’re full of shit, but thanks.”

We watched the show for a few minutes in silence, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Cyn kept glancing over at me. I finally looked back at her. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?”

She laughed “No, it’s just that… well my girlfriends are right.”

“Right about what?” I asked.

“You’re kinda cute.”

“Your friends think I’m cute?”

“They may have mentioned it one or two thousand times.”

I smiled to myself. I wasn’t dumb, I had noticed at least a couple of her friends looking at me when they thought I wasn’t looking.

“Well since we’re being so honest here, my friends are always telling me how hot they think you are.” I said. “They always tell me, ‘Hey, Brian, your sister’s fucking hot man’ every time they see you.”

“Really?” Cyn asked, “What do you think?”

“Well, you’re not hideous.”

She took a lighthearted swing at me, “Now you’re being an asshole.”

I couldn’t lie though, ever since she started to develop in our early teens it was hard to not notice my cousin had grown from a cute little girl into a gorgeous teenager, and from there into a beautiful woman. She and Aunt Julie were both able to look good without even trying. But when they tried… wow. I always said they could give fashion models a run for their money. Even first thing in the morning when they rolled out of bed they looked good. I have no idea how they did it.

“Yeah, you’re a good looking girl. You take after mom.” I said, “I don’t know about your dad, but it’s obvious you got your looks from Aunt Julie’s side of the family.”

She blushed and smiled, and before I could react she reached up, took my face in her hands and kissed me. Not the usual peck on the cheek, but a full on french kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She slid into my lap straddling me and pushed me back against the headboard of her bed. My cock almost instantly got hard as she settled down on me. She broke the kiss and looked longingly at me.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked her.

“Yeah, I am.”

She leaned in and kissed me again, this time with more intensity. She started grinding her hips against my hard on as I pushed my hips up into her. She moaned into my mouth and broke the kiss long enough to pull her tank top off and toss it into the corner of the room. My eyes went wide when I saw her tits for the first time.

“Damn sis,” I said.

“I’ve grown up since the last time you saw me naked.” she giggled.

“Well considering the last time I saw you naked, we were what, 3 years old?” I said pulling off my own shirt and tossing it off to the side.

“You think these are impressive, you should see mom’s.”

“You’ve seen Aunt Julie naked?” I asked, my cock throbbing as a mental image of what I thought my aunt looked like naked jumped into my head.

“Yeah, I accidentally walked in on her after çapa escort she had gotten out of the shower one day, and got an eye full before she covered up and shooed me out.” Cynthia said, “She’s at least a full cup size bigger than me.”

I admit, more than once I’d catch myself staring at my aunt’s chest when I hit puberty and started taking more of an interest in girls. I would always look away before she could catch me staring though. Cynthia’s tits were just as impressive. I reached up and found out that she had a little more than a handful. I had a problem getting my big hands around them. I pinched one of her nipples, earning a gasp.

“Mmm… be careful, they’re very sensitive,” she said, as her hand made its way down my chest until she found the waistband of my lounge pants. She untied them and slid her hand down over the bulge in my underwear. “And what do we have here?”

“Why don’t you take a look and find out for yourself?” I said, smiling.

She got off my lap and pulled my pants and underwear off and my cock practically jumped out at her.

“Ooh, look at that.” she said, a smile spreading over her face as she wrapped a hand around my cock and slowly started stroking it. I could feel the warmth of her breath as she moved closer, and she looked up into my eyes as her tongue darted out and ran around the head of my cock. I closed my eyes and my head lolled back as I groaned in pleasure. Out of the three girls I had ever dated in my life, I’d only slept with two of them. So I knew how good it felt to have my dick sucked, but Cynthia was better than both of them combined.

“Holy shit,” I groaned as I felt the warmth of Cynthia’s mouth engulf my cock. I looked back down to watch my cousin work her magic on my cock. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace, Cynthia sucked my cock like she’d been doing it all her life. It felt better than I could have imagined, she knew just what to do, her tongue wrapping around my cock when she went down, teasing the head when she came back up, her hand gently massaging my balls. Her soft lips wrapped around me was enough to make me feel like I was ready to explode. I don’t know where my cousin learned to suck cock this good, but I was glad she did. I reached over and pulled her shorts and panties down, watching as the smooth curve of her perfect ass came into view. She released my cock long enough to help me strip her totally naked before leaning back up to kiss me.

I reached between her legs and found an already wet pussy waiting for me. I located her clit and gently massaged it with a finger as she moaned into my mouth, one hand pressed against my chest, the other wrapped around my cock. I rolled over on top of her and kissed my way down her body, taking several moments to lick and suck on her sensitive nipples.

“Ooh, fuck that feels so goddamn good.” she moaned.

I continued to kiss my way down her body, before my face settled between her legs. Of the three girls I’d dated previously, only one wanted me to go down on her, so this wasn’t the first time I’d be eating pussy. I located Cyn’s clit and massaged it with my tongue, earning a squeal of pleasure.

“No one’s ever done that to me before.” she gasped.

“Really? Then let me show you what you’ve been missing.” I said, turning my attention back to her juicy pussy. She squealed again as I gently sucked her clit into my mouth and slid a finger inside her.

She was writhing and squirming on the bed, wordlessly moaning and groaning in pleasure as I worked another finger inside her, my tongue flicking back and forth over her clit. She was rubbing and squeezing her huge tits as I continued to eat her out.

“Brian,” she gasped, “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me, please.”

“My pleasure.” I said kissing my way back up her body before we locked lips again. Our eyes met when we broke the kiss and without a word I sank my cock into her.

“I love you, bro.”

“I love you too, sis.”

“Then fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I started slowly at first, sliding my cock in and out of the warm folds of my cousin’s pussy, but quickly picking up the pace as Cynthia reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks as if she was trying to get as much of me into her as she could. She was squirming and bucking her hips up into me, whipping her head back and forth, whimpering and moaning. That, coupled with the sound of my hips slamming into her was the only sound in the room as the TV had slipped into it’s “Are you still watching?” mode before automatically shutting off.

Cynthia wrapped her arms and legs around me, her nails digging into my back, her moans and groans growing louder with every passing moment. Most of it incoherent, but with the occasional “Oh fuck” or “Holy shit that feels good” coming through.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… fındıkzade escort I’m gonna… fuck… I’m cumming!” she screamed, pulling me tighter against her. I could feel her pussy contracting around my cock, as her body shook the whole bed as her orgasm raced through her. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck… holy shit that was fuckin’ amazing.” she gasped as her orgasm subsided. I was still hard, and was still slowly fucking her.

Eventually I noticed she was trying to roll us both over. I took the hint and rolled over onto my back so she was on top. She looked down at me through her hair which was stuck to her sweat covered face, she brushed her hair out of her face, leaned down to kiss me again, and started gyrating her hips up and down on my cock seemingly having gotten her second wind. She arched her back and I reached up to take her tits into my hands giving them a firm squeeze earning a lusty, throaty groan from my cousin.

She leaned down again, bracing herself with her arms on either side of my head, her huge tits hanging right in front of my face. I leaned my head up and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it, suck my tits while I ride this fuckin’ cock.” she groaned.

I had no idea my little sister was such an animal. I liked it.

Eventually I felt like I was reaching the point of no return. “Oh, fuck, Cyn, I’m gonna cum.”

“I wanna see it.” she said and pulled herself off of me, and grabbed my cock, jerking me off as I groaned loudly and exploded. The first jet of cum shot out a good 2-3 inches into the air before landing on my stomach. Cynthia aimed my cock at her and the next jet shot out of me onto her neatly trimmed bush, she continued to stroke me even though the next few jets didn’t fly out of me like the first two did, instead covering her hand as I lay my head back on the pillow and tried to catch my breath.

Cynthia let go of my cock and held up her cum covered hand, looked at me, and with a lusty look in her eyes, licked her fingers clean.

“Yum,” she said, before reaching down and scooping the cum off my stomach with her fingers and swallowing that as well.

“You’re a fuckin’ animal.” I said, as she lay down on top of me, her head on my chest.

“That was… oh my god…” she said, having caught her breath.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” I said.

She looked up at me. “Fuckin’ amazing are the words I was looking for. We’re going to do this again, right?”

“You bet your sweet ass we are.” I said, grabbing said sweet ass.

“Good.” she said settling her head back down. “Can I tell you something?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me and squeezing me tight.

“Of course.”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” she said looking up at me.

“Why’d you wait so long?” I asked.

“I don’t know, but it was worth the wait.”

For the rest of the week we fucked at least twice a day. In my room, in her room, in the living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, even in the backyard (the backyard wasn’t visible from the road, and our nearest neighbor was a half a mile down the road). Once Aunt Julie returned home from her business trip, we had to be sneaky about it, usually finding time for a quickie after she left for work or before she came home if our work schedules allowed it.

One night about a month later as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard my bedroom door creek open. In the dim light I could make out the form of Cynthia quietly closing the door and making her way over to my bed.

“Brian?” she whispered, “Are you awake?”

“Sorta, what’s up?”

“I’m really fuckin’ horny and my fingers aren’t getting the job done.” she said.

“Are you crazy?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice down “Mom’s sleeping right next door!”

I gestured to the wall that separated my room from Aunt Julie’s. It was just then that my eyes adjusted enough to see that Cynthia was naked and my cock jumped to attention.

“I’ll be quiet, I promise.” she pleaded with me, reaching down pulling the blanket off of me and started running her hand over the bulge in my underwear which was usually all I slept in.

I never could say no to her, especially not now. I slid my underwear off and I could see her smile in the semi darkness of the room as she climbed onto the bed and lowered herself down onto my cock, covering her mouth with her hand as she moaned in pleasure.

We kept the pace slow so as not to make too much noise. Aunt Julie was a pretty heavy sleeper, but I know how loud and wild Cynthia can get when we’re fucking, so we tried to keep things as slow and quiet as possible. It turns out, we weren’t as quiet or careful as we thought.

Suddenly the lights came on and Aunt Julie’s voice broke us out of our sexual trance.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

She stood in the doorway wearing only an oversized nightshirt.

Cynthia practically jumped off me and rolled off to the side as we both scrambled to pull the covers over ourselves.

“Oh, shit…” I mumbled to myself.