Jenna and John: Kissing Cousins

From as far back as I can remember, my cousin John and I were inseparable from at least the age of 5. We spent a lot of our summers together, my aunt and uncle had an in-ground pool at their house and my parents often let me spend weeks at a time there. I loved those summers, and being a kid I was completely infatuated by John. He was just two years older than me, but he didn’t treat me like he was. John included me in everything he did weather it was watching TV or hanging with his friends; John treated me more like a little sister, neither one of us had siblings so I think thats why we took to one another like we did. I wouldn’t trade the time I spent with him for the world. We didn’t come from a big family, but being Irish, our family threw large parties for our favorite holiday, “St. Paddy’s Day”. I was especially looking forward to the upcoming party that year, it had been four years since I had seen John last. His parents had divorced and his mom moved him half way across the state, we kept in touch by phone and email but it wasn’t the same; we had grown apart. He was 20, in college and working full time and I started to dabble a bit in the modeling field, so there really wasn’t much time to talk or visit with each other. Thats why I was more than happy to take some time off and make this party, istanbul travesti I really wanted to see John and spend some time with him. I stood sideways in front of my mirror the night of the party and looked myself over head to toe. I decided to wear a denim skirt and a bright green shirt, that sported a big shamrock on the front. I traced the outline of my body, noting that my brown hair rested nicely at the tops of my C cup breasts. I continued down over my plump ass, saw how it made my skirt look shorter than it actually was, then grinned. I looked at my naked feet and decided to dress them with a wedge sandal, being 5’3, I wanted to add some height. I kissed my finger tips, like chefs do and said “perfecto.” I thought I looked festive and sexy; that’s what I was going for and I aced it. I pulled up in front of my grandparents house, their house was always where the party was held. I could feel the excitement build in my body, I wanted to see John more than ever and I hoped he was already there. As I walked up the stairs to the screen door I noticed a guy, he had short dark hair and stood about 6 foot tall. I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, It squeaked loudly as I stepped through the threshold. The dark headed man turned to look at me and I realised it was John. istanbul travestileri My heart sank into my stomach, his beautiful hazel eyes stared me down and for a moment I was lost. He had grown up a lot, I admired his muscular arms and chest through his tight, bright green shirt. I was surprised to see he was wearing the exact same shirt as me. John walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, I returned the gesture as I embraced his body against mine. He felt so good against me the feeling was unexplainable, I actually lusted for my cousin for the first time in that moment. John stepped back and looked me up and down, commenting on the good choice of clothes I made. We asked the usual ‘how are you?’ questions, but before we could really talk, I was bombarded with other family members by the same questions. I stood around for an hour catching up with everybody and finished my first beer; being part of an Irish family meant lot’s of drinking, it was frowned upon if you didn’t have at least one beer. I finished my boring conversation with my aunt and headed to the kitchen for another drink, I wanted to keep true to my heritage. I walked into the kitchen and I couldn’t help but think about my cousin, he was so sexy. I thought about what it would be like to have his hands travesti explore my body, my panties got wet at the idea of incest. I felt disgusted for a moment and changed my thoughts to something else, I heard foot steps behind me and turned around. John was standing there looking at me, then walked passed me and grabbed four beers from the fridge. He asked if I wanted to walk outside with him and swing; my grandparents built a tree house with swing set years ago for me and my cousins. I told him yes, as I followed out the back door. We sat on the swings and talked for at least an hour, catching up on all the details of our busy lives. We were both buzzed, so the seriousness of our conversation quickly turned to laughter and goofing off. Laughing at one of his stupid jokes, I leaned back to far and fell off the swing flat on my back. John jumped up and came to my aid, he sarcastically called me a dumb ass and reminded me swings don’t have backs. I snapped back and called him an ass-hole as he helped me off the ground, I felt a flutter in my tummy when his hands wrapped around my arms. As soon as I stood up I slapped his arm and told him it wasn’t nice to call girls names. John responded by grabbing my cheeks in his hand, he kissed my fore head and told me “awe poor baby”. When he backed his head up away from my face, it was like his mind changed gears and he landed a kiss square on my lips. My lips responded before my brain did and I slipped my tongue into his velvety mouth. His tongue swirled with mine for a moment, then reality hit and I pulled away.