Both Leah and Chris are 18. The events occurred the summer before they begin their freshman year in college.
This chapter has been slightly edited from the original.
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Chapter 02: Oh my god!
Leah was gone when I awakened the next morning. The pocket door between our rooms was closed. My underwear was crusty with dried semen. I was sure her panties must be just as crusty. What was she thinking?
Oh my god! This could be awkward. How would I be able to face my cousin? This was going to be so embarrassing. She came to me for comfort and instead was molested in her sleep by her sick cousin. What was I going to do? What would I say? What would she say? Would she tell my parents? Would she tell her parents? Oh my god!
Finally, I screwed up enough courage to get up and go to the bathroom. I opened my door, turned to go down the hall and noticed the bathroom door was cracked open. As I approached the door, I heard the familiar sound of bathwater splashing, rippling and burbling. I stopped, and as I listened, I closed my eyes and imagined my cousin sitting in the tub, recumbent in the warm bath, the water enveloping and caressing her naked body. I could see her breasts buoyant in the water, suspended in the embrace of the warm liquid, undulating as the water rocked back and forth across the tub. I imagined her hands tracing leisurely across the skin of her flat stomach and over the mounds of her breasts, soapy and slick. Did she have pubic hair? I envisioned the oscillations of a forest floating and moving in the dark sea between her legs with the ebb and flow of tides between, through and around her thighs and labia.
I sat on the floor, leaned my back against the door jam on the hinged side. I listened to the swirling water. Could she be washing her hair? Her arms would be raised, her fingers soaping and scrubbing her scalp, bubbles running down her arms, across her shoulders onto her chest, flowing over her breasts and trickling off her tumescent nipples. Her tummy wet, flat, the little naval a tidal pool of water with soapy bubbles lapping at its shores.
The sound of rushing water crashing into the tub startled me out of my reverie. I clambered to my knees, turned and peeked through the narrow opening and was rewarded by the reflection in the mirror of my cousin kneeling, her head and hair under the faucet. The cascading water pouring down, around and through her hair rinsing away the soapy lather that I had imagined. It coursed down her hands, arms, neck and shoulders. It slewed down her glistening skin. The torrent raced across her body and cascaded off her dangling breasts that swayed with the movement of her arms and hands as she worked the cleansing flow of water through her tresses.
She reached and closed the tap; the torrent ceased its flow. Her torso straightened, head thrown back, arms up as hands swept her mane off her lovely face; eyes closed. Her full breasts hung dependent on her glistening chest; nipples stood hard and proud on their plump areolas. My eyes were drawn to the dark patch between her legs. Trimmed neatly, pointing the way to the full lips that covered and guarded her secret and private place of pleasures.
I backed away. Stunned by what I had seen and by what I had done. I didn't want to be found out as a voyeur as well. I quickly returned to my room. In a few minutes I could hear her movements on the other side of the pocket door. I went to the bathroom and took my shower. On returning to my room to dress, I noticed that the pocket door was not quite closed all the way. I was sure it had been, maybe not. Maybe it was still left slightly ajar from Leah's late night visit. Maybe. I didn't think so. Could Leah have opened it?
After throwing my towel on the back of the chair. I made a point of not looking at the pocket door. I could feel eyes on me. Was Leah watching me? I wanted her to be. I wanted her to see my nakedness. I wanted her to see my penis. I wanted her to know what had pressed into her ass last night. I wanted her to see what had created the crustiness on her panties. The knowledge that my cousin could be looking at my nakedness excited me.
Thinking these thoughts, thinking she might be watching, wanting her to be watching all conspired to make my penis begin to swell and grow. God, what should I do? I decided to pull on my underwear to hide the fact I was getting an erection. It would be too embarrassing at this point for her to see me have an erection for no reason. Shortly after I had pulled my underwear on, I heard Leah's bedroom door open and close.
I finished dressing and went upstairs. My parents had already left the house for work. Leah was making breakfast and it was clear she was making enough for both of us.
"Good morning Chris," she happily greeted me. Then she turned her head and looked intently at me with a coy smile on her lips as she asked, "How'd you sleep?"
"Great. How about you?" I answered as my heart skipped a beat. Had I misread the look?
"Very soundly. The sleep of the dead. Thanks for putting up with a crybaby. I hope you weren't weird-ed out when I crawled into bed with you.
"I wasn't weird-ed out at all. I'm glad I could help. I wish I could do more. I hate knowing you are sad."
Did she really sleep that soundly? Was she just giving me an out? Was she not ready to talk about it?
"Holding me was enough. You are a good cousin Chris and I love you."
I walked over, took Leah in my arms and gave her a big hug. "I love you too Leah."
She put her arms around me and hugged back. When we pulled apart, she reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her lips left a tingling sensation and I experienced a sudden brief lightheadedness that felt wonderful.
We ate breakfast chatting about nothing in particular. We didn't discuss last night or this morning. I said nothing about the bathroom door or the pocket door. Just time spent with a normal meal with normal cousins with normal conversation.
I felt anything but normal. I had spent the night sleeping with my female cousin in my bed. I had ejaculated against said female cousin's ass. I had watched the same female cousin take a bath. I had probably exposed myself to the same female cousin. Was I a pervert? I shouldn't be thinking or doing any of these things. I must be a pervert because I didn't give a damn; I wanted to do these things and more. I couldn't help myself. I think I was losing control.
I took Leah to the mall so she could shop. She needed more clothes as she only had a few things that had been saved from the fire. She required everything from underwear to dresses. I spent the day watching her model clothes. She modeled everything for me. I had a great time. I didn't need any excuse to ogle her. She looked marvelous in everything she tried on. She even modeled bikinis for me. We would go from store to store where she tried on a multitude of different things. Sometimes she had a bra on and sometimes she didn't depending on the style and look she was going for.
I caught glimpses of her breasts and nipples through see through materials of several blouses. Other times she would only partially button a blouse or dress and as she would spin and pirouette the material would balloon out and expose a naked breast. I was in heaven. I was supposed to look closely and honestly tell her what I liked best.
She would have me zip and un-zip the dresses she was modeling. She was wearing thong panties. No panty lines for my cousin. I couldn't believe it. I could see her lovely bare ass when I worked the zippers for her. Was she teasing me or just unaware? I didn't care. I was having the time of my life. But my poor penis was suffering from being painfully trapped in my pants all day long. Up and down it went. It was exquisite torture.
Finally, she wanted to try on shoes. She would make her choices, the salesperson would bring out the boxes, but Leah would only let me help her with slipping them on with the help of a shoehorn.
At first, she was very modest and careful. Her knees together and her dress kept carefully pulled down over her knees. I was enjoying touching her feet and the calves while helping her slip into the shoes. She tried on everything from simple tennis shoes and pumps to high heels. When she switched to her search to high heels, things became seriously interesting. The heels naturally made her knees lift higher. Her dress was no longer carefully pulled down over her knees.
When she stood to walk, her knees came slightly apart and I received a quick glimpse of her crotch. She was teasing me. She let me see her ass while helping with the zippers. Now, she was letting me see her plump barely covered pussy. Each time I helped her with another pair of shoes, her knees would drift further apart. She would hesitate a little longer before standing up. The shear fabric of her thong barely covered her plump labia and with each viewing a widening area of dampness and transparency was becoming evident.
She walked across the floor. The high heels tipped her ass up in a lovely way. "I don't like these. They aren't comfortable. Let me try the black ones next," she said with a demure smile.
As I slipped the red shoes from her feet, she held her knees apart and let her skirt ride half way up her thighs. I held her right foot in my hand while I reached for the black shoe. Her pussy was visible through the translucency of her now soaking wet thong. Her clit barely poking out and visible between the upper portion of the dark crevice formed by her labia. My cock was getting uncomfortably hard again. I couldn't take much more of this.
