The sweetest fuck I have ever had to this day is my little cousin Michelle. It started back when we both lived with our parents, just down the block from each other. I still canât believe my luck. Her stupid parents had me watching their gorgeous teen daughter when they went out for a night on the town. A few times even overnight. I was 4 years older than her, and just hitting my sexual prime. We would wrestle around on the floor like kids, which always got me rock hard. I could tell she was starting to notice my erection poking against her. She would always get red in the face and run off. As time went on, I would feel her up when we wrestled, and she stopped pushing me away after the first few times. The first time I really pushed things, she fought. I fucked her as she pushed against me, but even then I could see she was aroused. It turns out she wasnât a virgin. She told me after that an older boy had fucked her at some treehouse a few weeks earlier. Since that first time I taught her everything, and we would fuck and suck from the time her parents shut the door to when we heard the garage door open hours later. As far as I know they never suspected anything. Clueless.
She went away to college when she was 19 and I hadnât seen her for 7 years. She got married to one of these dotcom rich geeks last year. I was working for a construction company that traveled fairly often to build shopping centers in various towns, and our next project was in Silicon Valley where they settled into a sweet little mansion. I gave her a call the day before I left.
âShell, how the hell are you?â
âJon?â She said incredulously.
âYa, you remember me donât you?
âYes..of course..itâs just..its been a while.â
âWell I have good news..Iâm coming to town for a few weeks.â
Silence
âStill thereâ
âYes, itâs just..Iââm married now..things are very different..the past..I regret all of that. You used me. I was young and stupid. Please donât come hereâ
I somewhat expected this from her. I knew she had regrets because she hadnât called or written for 7 years. I wasnât the type to take no for an answer though, and she knew it.
âIâll be there tomorrow night Shellâ
âNo, wait..donât..â
Click. I hung up the phone, smirking.
I showed up at the door the next night. Her husband answered.
âWell hello Jon, Michelle said you would be coming. The guest room is right upstairs.â
âThanksâ I said as he struggled with one of my suitcases. He was 5-8, maybe 145. I was proud to be in the best shape ever at 6â 195.
I walked inside, and there she was, standing nervously in the living room. She had filled out a little, which is actually a good thing. She was kind of skinny when she was younger, and her 32B chest was a little small for my taste. She had put on maybe 10 pounds, bringing her to maybe 125, which looked awesome on her, and her chest had filled out to a perfect 36C.
âHello Shellâ
âHelloâ, she said softly.
We looked at each other for a minute or so.
Hubby came back downstairs.
âAnyone up for a swim?â he said
âSounds great..Iâll change into my suitâ
I went upstairs to change and came back down just as Shell stepped from the bedroom. Her body was flawless, her tanned skin in sharp contrast to the white bikini. She blushed as I watched her walk to the pool area. Hubby came down and was skinny and white compared to my muscled, tan body. Working physically outside has its benefits.
We made small talk, and Shell swam as hubby went on endlessly about work. I left him and dove in, coming up next to her. It was dark, and the pool was dimly lit.