"GET OUT OF HERE!!" My mom had heard enough dispatching me to the long adjacent corridor that led to the bedrooms. I always found the layout of Aunt Fanny's apartment to be strange with the living room separated by a long corridor. It had a barbell shape to it with the bathrooms in the corridor. My cousin had her own bathroom because she was a hellacious diva. I cautiously approached the other side of apartment noticing her door was cracked. Yvette's room was always kept dark, well it was usually found that way when I was over and today I saw television light in her room. As I got closer I could make out a prone figure lying face down on the bed.
Yvette appeared to be in deep slumber as a rerun of "What's Happening" played on her set. I instinctively focused on the infamous "Doobie Brothers" episode which had that fat fuck actor Fred Berry dancing to their music in the aisle of a concert. After a few moments of watching a man behave like a total fucking attention whore, my gaze naturally drifted downward to my dozing cousin. I found myself looking at her in her underwear. She was wearing one of those cut off sweat shirts that girls liked to wear off one shoulder and what appeared to be an extremely small pair of fullback nylon panties. I just couldn't draw my eyes away from those sheer panties. Yvette's wide bubble butt seemed to be calling out to me in a sickening siren's song of burgeoning lust.
I took immediate notice of the contrast in skin tone of her circumstantial tan as a result of her utilitarian choice of underwear. The very deep cleft that separated the oval shaped halves of her thick, meaty backside sent tremors running to my virgin cock. I'd always been an "ASS MAN" but during this time and girls like Yvette seemed few and far between for someone as inexperienced as myself.
Oh yeah did I mention I was a virgin?
I was extremely shy around the opposite sex during this time and just plain awkward and sort of gawky. So happening upon this visual treat was a boon to me and one I intended to enjoy however slight. A good portion of her tan skin was exposed as the silky material had ridden up into her crack. I was so hard that it was painful. She shifted suddenly in the bed causing me to nervously retreat a few feet away from the door but I returned moments later when she didn't rouse. Yvette was lying a bit more spread eagle revealing more of the bounty that lie between her thick shapely legs.
She was my cousin but what was the harm in simply looking? It felt a little creepy even to me but my legs would move, wouldn't carry me away from this awesome sight. Her ass was way bigger than it looked in the pocket less Guess jeans that Yvette favored. In the past I'd noticed that she had a prominent camel toe and part of me wanted to get closer so that I could get a look at that too. My dick was so hard it felt like it would explode at any moment. I didn't realize that I was on the verge of an orgasm as my cock pulsed and throbbed uncontrollably. Before I'd even realized it, I was standing at her bedside realizing that it was lower than I'd initially thought.
Yvette was deep in slumber and I noticed a bottle of E&J toppled on the floor spilling out under her television. There was a smoldering blunt in an ashtray at her bedside table next to a half used packet of birth control pills. She didn't seem to be an especially clean tenant judging from all of the discarded clothing on her carpet. For some weird reason I sat the bottle upright as my gaze traveled around the room past her posters back to her big prone butt. It looked so much better up close taking on even more of an exaggerated heart shape that made precum dribble from the head of my cock. My heavy breathing was palpable while my anxiety manifested tenfold in the loud thumping of my heart. She was lying face down with her shock of sandy hair obscuring any detail of her head.
Yvette had definitely been partying hard most likely doing her best to forget her former beau. She'd had flamed out in dramatic fashion much to her despair and my opportunistic delight. Her barely audible breathing matched my own she shifted to one side making on tanned cheek stand out over the other. This was a once in a lifetime (At that time anyway.) opportunity and I was sweating profusely at the prospect of something. I hadn't really thought things out following my baser instincts into her bedroom. Now I found myself staring directly downward at her bounty. Yvette had a distinctly small waist that added to the impact of her wide sloping hips. The hard tan lines were probably the most striking feature besides the sheer size of her backside.
A single finger nervously poked the heated fleshy right cheek quickly recoiling before she'd noticed the contact. The sheer thrill of actually touching her sent an electric jolt straight to my manhood that made my balls tighten. It was more solid than I'd imagined and lukewarm in the instant contact was achieved. Two more fingers followed tracing the cleft where her thick met the underside of her right buttock reveling in the illicit nature of my growing curiosity. I decided to go for broke letting my palm rest on top of her bare ass cheek and marveling at how small my hand looked in comparison. It was sweaty and warm to the touch feeling soft yet firm. My hand slid around on her cheek before sliding over her prominent crack to the other neglected half of her incredible backside. Yvette suddenly mumbled something in her sleep and wriggled a bit making my heart jump into my throat.
I carefully backed out of her room walking back towards the living room hands in pocket. My mother and Aunt Fanny were none the wiser laughing and gossiping wildly as I leaned against the door frame. It was another fifteen minutes before I found myself creeping down the hall again when it became apparent that I was invisible to adults. Yvette had shifted a bit since with her face pointed towards her private bathroom. Her pretty face was contorted into a saddened mask of despair as I took in the details of her facial profile noticing the slight curved aspect to her thin nose.
She'd never been one to fully claim her African American heritage always talking up the fact that her late grandmother was of Cherokee Indian descent like it made her that much better that the rest of us. She'd always smoked as long as I'd known her feeling that it made her that more sophisticated and worldly. Yvette had always talked about becoming a model, actress and traveling the world, but her she just appeared lost. Funny how I could glean that much from just staring at her in deep slumber. Then again I'd been drawn back down that long hallway to her room at the back of the apartment ...because of Yvette's big ass. It was the one thing she hated most about her mixed heritage and she'd taken to wearing some baggy clothing taking full advantage of the "House Music" fashion that was prevalent at the time. But now I'd lucked into seeing her not-so secret shame and I was positively enchanted.
I didn't waste any time palming her ass giving it a little squeeze. It was so buoyant and firm. There was a softness at the lower bottom and cleft where her butt merged with her thighs. I managed to cup a whole cheek and give it a healthy jiggle. It almost felt as if I would have a heart attack from the pressure of being inside that room engaging in some decidedly taboo behavior. She suddenly twisted a bit under the pressure of my probing fingers sending me into retreat. I watched from the doorway until she settled down seeming to return to her deep slumber. Once she was lightly snoring, I returned to her bedside determined to get both of my hands on her ass at the same time. Those decently rounded hips and hard tan lines were calling me in a perverse siren's song. I happened to notice some shredded photos circling her bed. They were all pictures of her ex-boyfriend during happier times.
His face was cut out of all of the photos.
I could just imagine her sitting here in her underwear earlier drinking heavily and cutting up all of these pictures that reminded her of an asshole that dumped her like yesterday's garbage. It had to be especially humiliating to be dumped for a white girl, something which she aspired peripherally to be. One of the larger photos had become stuck on the front of my shell-toe Adidas and I attempted to kick it off accidentally kicking the bed and disturbing Yvette. Somehow I managed to silently bolt back towards the living room and our parents. I was surprised to find my mother and aunt at the door preparing to leave without me.
"I need to help Fanny out with something, stay here with your cousin." My mother sounded stern but I could smell alcohol on her breath. My aunt looked okay even though she was the heavy drinker in the family.
