"The big smoke" loomed on the horizon. Apt name for it, because smoke was all I could see. I had driven over 500km up from the coast and it was heading toward 2p.m., the hottest part of the day.
My brain, following its usual pattern of odd behaviour, started playing out how it thought the weekend will go.
Cleo had said she was a "dirty girl" in some of the texts we had exchanged over the past few months. She did have a potty mouth on her and fingers to match, but I had never come across another person who thought so much like I do. Not even another male thinks like I do, how the hell could a female have such thoughts? She had a Facebook friend who she said was," one of us" and from some of her comments, I could see it. I have since friended her but not sent any hard-core messages, just a few sarcastic comments and such. She will have to wait a bit longer.
I was thinking of Cleo's tight ass, her runner's ass. She had laid claim to a nice ass by the time she realised I could handle naughty conversations and we pretty much thought alike anyway. What would I get to do with that ass when we got some alone time.
My inner GPS flashed a warning that the next exit was approaching and I should wake the fuck up and concentrate on where I was. This was the big city after all and one wrong turn and I'd be pretty fucked for about 50km. I snapped back to reality and took the off ramp. We bypassed the city and headed westward towards the suburbs, past the soccer stadium where the Red Hot Chilli Peppers would be playing the following night. I was amped. Free ticket too, all I had to do was get my ass there and that wasn't a difficult decision.
By the time we pulled into the housing complex about 40 minutes later, the fire was lit and the drinks were out. This was going to an epic weekend. We climbed out the car and my 2 cousins came out to greet us, hugging them together in one, I was immediately brain storming. Fuck my brain.
Oh? I hadn't mentioned. Cleo is my little cousin. Well, not so little and she's actually my cousin's kid. Well... kid compared to me, but she's in her late twenties.
We hugged our hellos and the beers started quenching my thirst and dulling the back pain from the 6 hour drive. I had taken the Friday as leave but still had to deal with some of the usual crap when you're out of the office while the rest are still working. The hamster was off his wheel, but it was still spinning.
Cleo took us off to the nearest grocery store and bottle store and we loaded up with steaks and beer and some Strawberry Lips. I checked out the ass while we were roaming round the shops and true to her word, it was fit. She had a pair of snug faded denim knee length pants that hugged her ass very comfortably. At least I think they were knee length? Who the fuck looks any further down than the upper thigh?
The evening closed in and more invited friends and family arrived and I was pretty mellow and behaving myself for the whole evening. A few cracks like "that's what she said" were thrown about, but I had to watch my tongue most of the evening. It would be frowned upon if I had let on that all I wanted to do was drag those denims down over her ass and slide my cock in between her cheeks.
We talked and drank until 2 in the morning and decided to call it a night. We stayed over at Belinda's place for Friday night because we were already there and too drunk to drive sensibly. Cleo went home and I found myself plotting the next day as I fell asleep. Saturday was going to be epic.
We packed up and shipped off to Cleo's place on Saturday morning and went out to brunch at the local mall. The banter was excellent; we just seemed to click, like a set of twins. It was weird in a cool way.
She cut my hair that afternoon, it was the closest we had been since our hug greeting the day before and I could smell her. Not her perfume, but her scent. I closed my eyes and my brain ran wild again.
She was my cousin and I didn't care. I was hooked. I calmed down enough to be able to walk away from the chair without embarrassing myself and took a shower, a cold one.
Leftover steak for supper and off to the concert. It was amazing and we got in around midnight and opened the second bottle of Strawberry Lips. Cleo and I drank from the bottle til around 4 in the morning, sitting on the couch talking shit and finishing each other's sentences.
Casually sitting with a leg over hers, I started to get brave and copped a feel of the inside of her thigh. She looked at me with one raised eyebrow and asked "What do you think you are doing?" I didn't answer.
Her skin was soft and smooth on the surface with a definite tension of muscle beneath from all the training. I slowly ran my hand up from her knee up towards her jogging shorts and stopped about an inch away and went back down, squeezing just above her knee when I got there. Her reaction jolted her knees up and her shorts pulled tight across her crotch. I could see the slit running down the middle where her shorts dipped slightly inwards and stared at it for what seemed like an hour. She made no effort to close her legs but actually left them as they were for a while, then lowered her left leg over my legs.
I slid my left hand up the inside of her soft thigh and this time I didn't stop, touching her pussy lips through her shorts. She adjusted her ass and the leg of her shorts opened just enough for me see one side of her labia. I slid my hand through the opening, letting my fingertip drag down her slit softly. She sucked her breath in quickly and blew out through her teeth.
She shifted again and lay back on the armrest of the couch, lifting her other leg onto my lap and thrusting her crotch upward, providing easier access than before. I grabbed the gusset of her shorts and they slid away from her pussy lips, which were starting to moisten quite nicely. I licked my dry lips and took another swig from the bottle which was between us on the couch.
"Lift your top up for me." I growled, my voice catching in my throat nervously. She obliged hesitantly and lifted her Tee-shirt off over her head, sliding her hands over her perfect tits on the way down and thrusting both hands, palm down into the waistband of her shorts. She didn't stop until her fingers touched her clit. I reached over with both hands, she lifted her ass and I slid her shorts down her legs and off. She was completely hairless and I jumped as my cock lurched inside my pants.
Shifting up onto my knees, on the couch, I bowed to her and started kissing her pussy. Gently at first and then licking her clit between her fingers as she lifted her knees and opened up her cunt to my exploring tongue. I lapped at her pussy from clit to arsehole and back, licking up the moisture that now dribbled out and down, before it dripped onto the couch. She was flowing and I was losing.
I pushed my index finger into her and she sucked it in smoothly. Curling it in a "come hither" motion I felt the ridges on the inside wall of her cunt and she sucked her breath in through her teeth. I followed this up with 2 more fingers and started working her clit with my thumb. This was a favourite of mine that was more often than not followed up by the small finger slipping into a girl's arsehole. I left that bit out for a while and dragged myself off the couch without breaking contact.
Once I was kneeling on the floor, I reached up to her tits with my left hand, stroking her erect nipple of her right breast. It was hard as a pebble and I joined it with my tongue and moved my hand across her chest to the other nipple, giving it a squeeze. Her nipples were raised up and pointed, hard as marbles with a soft tip.
Her head was lifted off the armrest and she watched my every movement, I turned to her and kissed her cheek and then moved over and licked her lips. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed her tongue into my mouth, wrestling with my own tongue and stoking up a load of saliva. I felt her dribble out of her pussy and using the lubricating fluid, I pushed my little finger into her arsehole, right up to the last knuckle. She moaned into my mouth and her head slumped back onto the armrest again.
I worked her clit and 3 fingers in her cunt and 1 up her arse for a few seconds and she started lifting right off the couch, moaning deep in her throat and bucked one final time and drenched my hand with her eruption. She came like a fountain and clenched her cunt, clamping my fingers in so tight, I thought they might break. I stopped moving my hand and kept kissing her but more gently, eventually slipping my hand out and scooping her limp, naked body off the couch and carrying her off to the bedroom, where I lay her down on the bed.
