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The week dragged on with Saturday coming, but not soon enough to suit me. Saturday was the day that my younger cousin would come to clean my house while I was at work. It was only the previous Saturday that I ended up in bed with her, initially not realizing she was my cousin. It was some of the best sex I had ever had and one of the sweetest girls I had ever had the pleasure to meet. My head still reeled when I thought about what had happened.
Melissa was my mother's sister's daughter about 10 years younger than my 28 years. Just barely 18 years old. She had often been referred to as "that poor girl" by the family. I believe mostly because she was always in her older sister's shadow.
Her sister, Tiffany, was always more outgoing, the pretty one, blonde hair blue eyes, cheerleader all that stuff. She went through puberty with her nose in the air believing that her shit did not stink. The whole family encouraged the attitude with gifts of, the latest fashions, trips to the theatre, dance lessons, horseback riding, and all the crap that the upper crust of the high school social circle did. She had the boys panting at her door and was, from what I learned later a real cock tease.
With her sister getting all the attention it had an affect on Melissa. She ended up the shy one. Believing she was not as pretty, because her hair was brown instead of blonde and she did not have her sister's rail thin figure, she was a little chubby as a child. So as she approached adolescence she kept her hair tied back, didn't wear makeup and generally hid from the social scene. Like most things in life, if you believe you are second rate you will be second rate.
I did not know the effect I had on her as she was growing up. As a teenager I had occasionally been tapped to baby-sit both girls and when they visited my parent's home they both gravitated to me. I suppose because I took the time to entertain them. They were both cute kids to me and I didn't mind them being around. The real difference was that I recognized that everyone favored Tiffany and I suppose, being the rebel I am I paid a little more attention to Melissa, just to be different. She apparently noticed the attention and grew up with me as her ideal of a man. I had had little contact with her after I moved from my parent's home and that made me all the more desirable to her, aloof and unobtainable. We always want what we can't have.
Now I was counting the hours until I would see her again, hold her naked body against mine. Feel her nipples rub against my chest and her wonderful pussy around my dick. I was worried about having knocked her up last time, the first time, we had been together, but surprisingly, I did not disturb me. I recognized it as a problem but not a big one. While in the past I had had similar concerns with other women, the worry would nearly drive me crazy. Saturday finally came. I left work a little earlier than usual. I did not have to be there on Saturdays but had always gone in to take care of odds and ends. To suddenly not go in would have set off alarms and raised red flags. I could not wait to get home and see Melissa. I knew she would be there as she had called the night before to let me know everything was on track. I just couldn't shake the fear that somebody would find out or somehow something would interfere.
With that fear nagging me I pulled into my driveway, got out of the car and walked through the garage to the kitchen door. The door was unlocked and as I opened it I was greeted by a sight of my desire dressed in one of the sexiest and most alluring ways I could imagine.
Melissa stood about 10 feet away from me dressed in a silk robe that came half way down her thigh. She had one leg slightly bent toward me, exposing a little more thigh. Her left shoulder was exposed, the robe either slipped down or was pushed down and most of her left breast was visible. The robe was only loosely tied and nearly open. Were it should have overlapped on the front it just barely came together allowing my imagination to see what was behind it. Finally in her hand was a large bar glass. Filled with ice and an amber liquid.
"Scotch and water?" She said "That's what you usually drink, isn't it?"
I stood frozen in the doorway drinking in the sight. She walked over to me put the drink in my hand and took my briefcase from my other hand. With her free hand she gently led me to the living room and guided me to my easy chair and guided me down into it. Once I was seated she looked at me and said "I thought you might want to relax a while since you just got home from work. So you just drink your drink and I will get everything ready for your shower." As she finished her statement she bent over and untied my shoes and slipped them off. As she stood up she leaned over and gave me one of the gentlest and most sensuous kisses I probably have ever had. Then she straightend up and moved back toward the bedrooms. "Just sit there, finish your drink and relax. I'll be back in a minute." She called as she moved down the hall.
Did I die on the way home? Maybe I crashed the car and this was Valhalla. What other explanation could there be. To be met at the door by a beautiful woman with a drink in her hand for me and to be so attentive to me. To actually fulfill my dreams, my male chauvinist perception of what domestic bliss was or should be. I had to shake myself. I took a gulp of the drink. Well it wasn't perfect too much water not enough Scotch. I guess this was reality after all. I sat there with my drink allowing the alcohol to loosen me up. I had not realized how tense I was over this whole thing until I comprehended that she was actually here.
A few minutes passed and I heard her moving back down the hall toward me. Then I felt her hands on my shoulders working the stress out of my muscles. "Almost ready for your shower?" She asked. "I thought I would give you a treat and apply the soap myself"
If I was not ready before I was instantly ready now. She took me by the hand and led me into the master bedroom. Once there she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders running her hands down over my chest and stomach to undo my belt and the button on my slacks. I couldn't contain myself any longer and reached for her. "Now, now, patience relax and enjoy" she said as she pushed my hands back to my sides and continued undoing my slacks. She let them fall to the floor and I stepped out of them leaving me in just my briefs. Now she bent down and hooked her fingers into the sides of the elastic band and began to pull them down. First sliding them down off my backside them pausing before sliding them down all the way and freeing my, by now, rock hard dick. As my manhood sprang free of the confines of my briefs she reached out and took it into her mouth, nearly swallowing it at once. She just held it in her mouth for a few seconds before slowly sliding it out. "Every bit as good as I remember" she commented as she stood back up, took my hand and led me into the master bathroom.
