When Jerry had called his first cousin Vanessa, he thought it was because he needed someone to talk to; someone who was familiar with recent events and would not judge him.
Vanessa had more in mind for her cousin, Jerry.
They agreed to meet for an evening meal at a family-owned coffee shop near Vanessa's apartment. The sun was just setting as they walked up to each other in front of the restaurant.
"You always look great dressed casual," Vanessa commented on Jerry's choice of a short sleeve button-down shirt and dark blue Dockers.
"And you, my most sexy cousin, always look great, period." Her thick hair sparkled copper in the stark streetlight. She wore a peasant blouse which accentuated the tiny shadows cast by her nipples, gliding from side to side as she walked, unfettered by a bra. Jerry thought her skirt was a bit short for the slight chill of the evening, before he noticed her usually pale legs were covered by dark tights.
When they hugged, Vanessa pressed her tits against his chest and ground her crotch onto his thigh. She wanted no misunderstanding about her plans for the evening.
"Um, Nessa," Jerry stammered, "I wanted to talk about the situation with my niece, Rachel."
She nodded. "I figured. Let's go inside."
At that time of night, they were seated quickly. The gum-snapping waitress poured two coffees without asking.
"I'm guessing you've heard Rachel is leaving. Moving to Greece to get married."
"Margaret told me all about him. It will never last."
"No?" Jerry felt a flicker of hope. "Why do you say that?"
"Young, handsome, hung, fit, unshaven, loves his mother. What kind of future could they have?"
Jerry laughed and pulled Vanessa in for a kiss. She reached under the table, caressing the bulge in his pants.
"Hey there, kids," waitress addressed the over-40 couple. "None of that, hun. You want to earn your $50, ride the crosstown bus like the other tramps." She slapped the check onto the table. "That'll be $5.00 for two coffees, hun." And she walked away.
Jerry laughed while Vanessa looked hurt.
"I think I've just been insulted. She thinks I only get fifty bucks for one of my handjobs?"
"Oh, $100 at least," Jerry chimed in as he dropped a $10 bill on the table.
They walked outside, pausing to look up and down the nearly empty street. The neon OPEN sign flickered to OFF.
Jerry sighed. "Now where can we go to just sit and chat?"
"There's always the crosstown bus," she pointed to the bus a block behind them. "I hear it's the happening place."
"I'm game if you are."
Holding hands, they quickly walked to the bus stop, arriving just as the bus groaned to a halt and the doors opened.
Vanessa got on first. Jerry followed, taking out his credit card. The driver, a barrel-chested African-American, put his hand over the scanner. His voice was a deep rumble. "Credit card is for full-day service. You need a prepaid bus pass for one way."
"Two for a full day."
"Buddy, we only got but an hour left on the route."
"Then that will be all day. Two please."
The driver shrugged his wide shoulders and scanned the card. "You want a receipt?"
But Vanessa was already pulling Jerry down the aisle of the empty bus. In the back, the seat was a single long bench the width of the bus. Vanessa bounced on the old springs, extending her legs forward into the aisle. "Perfect."
When she spread her legs wide, Jerry realized his cousin was not wearing tights, but stockings. He caught a glimpse of pale freckled flesh where the fabric ended mid-thigh.
He sat next to her, resting his hand on her knee as the bus lurched ahead. Vanessa gripped Jerry's hand. "Oh. A few more like that and I'll have to marry this bus."
The interior lights dimmed as they rumbled into the night. Jerry tried to think about how he wanted to restart the conversation, but Vanessa's fingers tracing the veins in his hand were proving quite the distraction. As he took a breath to speak, Vanessa put her hand flat on his.
"So here's the thing about Rachel." As always, Vanessa was direct and to the point. "One, you think you love her, but you really don't. Two, she's moving thousands of miles away. Three, marrying a man who is perfect for her. And four, she's a blood relative, 'Uncle Jerry.' Being in a permanent relationship is illegal in most states and impractical at best."
"What do you mean I don't love her?"
"I
knew
that one would catch you."
Vanessa took his hand in both of hers. "Cousin Jerry, where is Rachel right now?"
He shrugged. "Probably at home or out with Marcus."
"And where are you?"
Jerry stared at his cousin.
"I'm..."
"You're here, Jerry." She slid his hand under into the gap at the top of her blouse. Vanessa shifted so her nipple moved against his fingers "You're here with me. You called me." She guided his hand around her tit. "And I'm here. For you."
Vanessa kissed him. Not a friendly kiss between cousins, but a deep, passionate dueling of their tongues. Jerry could feel the nipple getting hard under his fingers. He squeezed it, reflexively. Vanessa gasped quietly.
The kiss intensified as Jerry filled his hand with her tit, lifting and caressing it, letting his thumb play across the nipple.
"Here. With you," he chanted.
Vanessa pressed her hand along the front of his pants, encouraging his erection. "Mmm. Do you think I can bring him out to play?
Jerry untied the lacing at the top of her peasant blouse. "I think," he opened her shirt and kissed the top of her breast. "That's why you wanted to ride the bus." His mouth lowered to his cousin's nipple, gently sucking as it swelled to meet his tongue.
"Ah, yes," Vanessa gasped as she arched forward, pressing her tit to his face. Her hand had found the shape of his hard dick and was stroking along his pant leg.
Jerry's hips jerked forward as he pulled her blouse down her shoulders, exposing both her wide, pink nipples. He replaced his tongue with his fingers on one, and locked his mouth over the other. Vanessa groaned softly into his hair, her hips rocking as if requesting attention.
Jerry put one hand on her thigh, sliding it upward slowly. Vanessa spread her legs and the soft aroma of her arousal tickled his nose. His fingertips traced her warm flesh, following the wave pattern of the delicate lace at the top of her self-supporting stockings.
"That's it, Cousin Jerry. Touch me. Mmm, you're making me so wet."
She thrust her hips forward and Jerry moved his hand up, his fingers colliding with her pussy lips. She cried out as he stroked them up and down, discovering the wetness for himself.
The bus pitched and Jerry's fingers plunged into his cousin's pussy. She yelped at the sudden intrusion, then started grinding onto him as the bus shuddered to a stop. When the door opened, Jerry started to remove his hand, but Vanessa grabbed his wrist, pinning it against her clit. Her shirt was bunched at her waist, her large tits and pale nipples completely exposed. Vanessa held her head high.
Jerry looked up to see a small woman, perhaps in her 80s, climb the stairs into the bus. Jerry tightened his fingers against Vanessa's clit. She blanched, then took a deep breath before whispering, "Let's just see what she does."
The two cousins sat up straight, as if nothing unusual was going on. Except they were both breathing deeply. Her tits were heaving on proud display and he had one hand buried between her legs. Completely normal.
The old woman waddled all the way to the back of the bus, taking one of the center-facing seats in front of them. She smiled as if she were offering candy to a grandchild. "I do love the crosstown bus at night. You meet the most interesting people."
She reached into her canvas shopping back and took out a ball of yarn and two knitting needles with a project already started. As the bus jerked forward, Vanessa's legs banged together, pushing Jerry's hand against her clit. She cried out, then apologized. "Excuse me. A bit of a surprise."
"Not much of one, I expect." The old lady smiled as she worked the needles and yarn.
Jerry started wiggling his fingers, reaching deeper into Vanessa's cunt. She spread her legs wider, not trying to hide her deep breaths or jerking hips. After a few minutes, the old lady sniffed the air. Her smile seemed to warm as she admired Vanessa.
"A natural redhead, dear?"
Nessa caught her breath and chuckled. She moved Jerry's hand from in front of her pussy, spreading her legs wide in a lewd display of the thick copper bush crowning her dripping cunt. "Ginger to the core," she chuckled. She sucked Jerry's fingers, letting the woman enjoy the view for as long as she wished.
"Oh, I say, you are special. I was a perfect blonde in my day. The boys couldn't wait to lick my golden cunny." She patted her blue/gray hairdo. "Of course, now it's all white; head, pits, and clit, as we used to say."
She focused on the knitting once again and Vanessa returned Jerry's fingers to her warm center. Jerry leaned close as his fingers teased his cousin's clit.
"Wasn't that something, Nessa?"
"So fucking hot," Vanessa gulped, pushing herself harder onto his fingers.
The woman finished a course before looking up at Jerry. "And what about... excuse me, young man. I didn't catch your name.
"All the sexy girls call him Uncle Jerry." Vanessa spoke up, helpfully. She looked at her cousin. "I may start doing that, too," she chuckled, "if that's what it takes."
"Really? Very well, Uncle Jerry, what about you?"
Not sure what he was being asked, Jerry stammered, "I'm a natural brunette, ma'am."
"Of course you are, darling man. And please, call me Martha. But no, I meant do you enjoy licking the lady's quim?"
