I guess you could say it all started about a year ago; It was then that I began looking at my cousin, 11 years my junior, in a whole new light.
The Thanksgiving festivities had come to a close and the only people left awake in my grandparents' living room was my cousin Greg and myself. It would be hours before my husband was home from work and I just didn't feel like venturing out in the cold to head home just yet. And so it was that Greg and I ended up hanging out and reading through a random travel magazine we found laying around.
We were sitting close to one another on the sofa, the edges of our bodies touching, as we flipped through the magazine making comments at the ads and articles. I shifted my position to be more comfortable which not only brought me closer to Greg but also my leg rubbed firmly up against his. I thought nothing of it until he inhaled sharply, forgetting what it was he had been saying.
I'm not sure what got into me, maybe I was just feeling frisky, but I started experimenting with rubbing my leg slowly against his and listening to his breathing change as I did. After reaching across him to turn the page of the magazine, my large breast pressing into his arm, I stole a quick glance at his crotch to see if my suspicions were correct. Even through his jeans there was no missing his fully erect cock staring back at me.
I knew this was my cousin. I knew this was the same boy I once babysat for and whose diapers I once changed. I knew he was barely 18. I knew all of that and yet there was no denying the warm dampness gathering between my thighs. There was no denying the magnitude of excitement I experienced knowing that the little teasing touches we'd been playing at had this young man fully erect: just for me.
The tormenting teasing continued for close to an hour. We both pretended not to notice the desperate shallow breaths we were taking. We both pretended we didn't notice that this or that touch had lightly brushed against sensitive sexual areas. By the time I got up to go home he had trouble even standing to hug me goodbye.
And so my obsession began. My thoughts constantly drifted to my cousin and to that night. The enjoyment of quietly flirting with disaster quickly turned into a need: a need for us to tease one another again; a need for us to take it further.
The months that passed were pure torture. We saw one another for this and that family event. We teased one another quietly and without acknowledgment when we were along but we hardly ever were. We talked via text, sharing stories and just chatting. Aside from a closer friendship than you'd expect considering the age gap, we were a normal set of cousins.
Then opportunity knocked. Unforeseen circumstances left him needing to be picked up from college and a place to crash for the weekend before leaving for spring break. I, as you could imagine, was more than happy to oblige.
The evening after I picked him up went slowly. We went out to dinner and generally just hung out and had a few drinks at the house. My husband working nights meant I knew we'd have the house to ourselves a while before he'd be home.
We eventually took our drinks into the living room and settled in close together on the sofa to watch a movie. We were not sitting there long before i felt his leg slide closer to mine, rubbing against the bare flesh of my leg from beyond the hem of my skirt. My breath shuddered as I exhaled and I knew he'd noticed and took that as a form of approval. He rubbed his leg against mine again and I pushed back to reciprocate. Soon we were both breathing shallowly and almost consistently rubbing back and forth against one another although we both seemed frozen and unable to make a move.
When I looked down I noticed the hem of my skirt had been displaced amidst all of the rubbing and it was now dangerously close to revealing my panties. I don't think I was the only one to notice as I felt his eyes burning holes in my exposed flesh.
That is when he took a chance. He reached his hand out, and in an attempt to mock tickle me he grazed his fingers over my knees, trying to tickle the inside edge of knee and leg. I giggled, playing along, at his tickles and let my legs drift slightly apart as he tickled higher up my inner thighs.
"Careful or I just might tickle you back!" I said between giggles.
