Hadley's Panties

My cousin’s infatuation with me began when we were kids. Hadley was 13 and I was 16, to be exact, and back then her parents were constantly busy -- working late, going on trips, socializing -- and they didn’t want to leave Hadley and her little brother Brian home alone. My family lived just down the block, so I was enlisted to keep an eye on them. I was the sitter.

Brian idolized me, but Hadley loved me. She named a Teddy Bear after me, even though I told her Steve was a silly name for a stuffed animal. She hugged me at the door when I arrived and when I put her to bed. At family events, she would follow me around like a puppy. Once, when I was on a date, I saw Hadley at the restaurant. She was with a friends family. I went over and said my hellos and introduced Jill. As I was leaving I saw that Hadley had tears in her eyes. It was flattering that she had a crush on me, but I knew it would pass.

Soon Hadley and Brian grew too old for me to babysit them and I left for college.

One year, our families went to Miami together over the Christmas holdiays. It was New Year's Eve and after we'd celebrated with a large, delicious family dinner, our parents decided they wanted to continue partying and were off to a few bars. Hadley and Brain were obviously underaged (18 and 15 respectively), and while I was invited to go out with the oldsters, I decided to hand with "the kids," although they were hardly that. Brain was playing football on the Freshman team and Hadley, a senior in high-school, was dating boys, and had undoubtedly had typical high-school experiences. Still, Hadley was a girl. She was petite and had short black hair, cut into a page-boy. Her tits were very small, but pert and she had tiny, tight little ass.

When we got to the hotel we hung out together in "the kids suite" and watched the Dick Clark New Year's show on TV. The suite had two bedrooms. One for Brian and Hadley and one for me with a sitting room in between. I had bought a few bottles of decent champagne, which we sipped and made toasts with, as each time zone reached the New Year. It was about 2:00 when Brain and Hadley went to bed. I crawled into bed soon after. A few minutes later I heard Hadley pad across the floor, then felt the bed move as she lay down next to me.

I turned on the bedside lamp and was about to ask Hadley if I could get her anything when I looked down at her. Hadley was stretched out on her stomach right next to me. Her t-shirt had gathered up to her waist and I could see her perfect young butt and her white cotton panties with little pink polka-dots. She glanced up at me and, seeing me flummoxed, smiled a little smile. “Go ahead and look, Steve. It’s OK with me.”

I couldn’t say anything. Then she turned towards me and stared into my eyes. “Do you think I’m pretty Steve?”

She was coming onto me hard, but she was my cousin and only 18 so I responded in the only way I could. “Hadley, you are very pretty. And when you meet a boy your own age that you like, he’s going to be a lucky guy.”

She responded, “But I don’t want a boy, I want you,” and she leaned in to kiss me.

Before her lips reached mine, I grabbed her face hard and insistently. “It can’t happen Hadley -- for about a million reasons. I’m sorry. Now go to bed.”

But she just sat there looking at me. I could see the tears well-up in her eyes. The truth is, I was turned on by her. She was a little Lolita. Pretty and sexually forward and young and so sexy in her T-shirt and panties. Finally, after several minutes of silence, she got up and went to bed.

I knew I’d hurt her but I also knew that I had to. After that weekend, when I had rejected Hadley, things were different between us. For one thing, I was nervous around her -- I couldn’t help but think about how sexy she looked lying on the bed with her panties and the curves of her ass exposed. I couldn’t get the sight of those pink polka-dot panties out of my mind! And she was distant with me -- undoubtedly out of embarrassment.

That was three years ago. I moved to New York after college and I recently got a call from my mother who told me that Hadley was transferring to NYU. She was coming a few weeks before school started and my mother wanted me to show her around the city. I was looking forward to seeing her again and willing to play tour guide.

I was working so I couldn’t meet Hadley’s plane, but I had sent my spare keys so she could get into my apartment and settle in. When I got home from work she was taking a shower. “Hey Hadley.” I called through the door.

“Hey Steve,” she called back. “I’ll be done in a sec.”

“Take your time, Had.”

I was just popping a beer when she came out of the bathroom wearing a short robe and drying her hair with a towel. Hadley had grown into a sexy young woman. She still had black hair, but it had grown to about shoulder length. She was a bit taller (about 5’ 3”) than the last time I'd seen her and grown a few inches in other areas as well. Her breasts were naturally larger, about grapefruit sized and she had womanly hips. But she still kept her girly-ness, if you know what I mean. She had a high voice and was more cute than beautiful. She was a pixie. A nymph.

“Hadley, it’s great to see you,” I said as I went in for a hug.

“You too, cuz. You look great.”

I’d grown up a bit too, I guess. I run several miles per week and spend a little time in the gym, so I’m fit. I’m about 5’ 10” and have wavy brown hair that I keep fairly long. I’m no movie star but I don’t have too much trouble getting dates either.

“Thanks Had.”

“What are we doing tonight?” she asked as she went into the bedroom to change. I stared as she walked away. She had a great ass.

“Whatever you want.”

“Let’s stay in and catch up. Do you have any wine?”

“Fine by me.”

I was working on the cork of a bottle of red wine when she came out of my bedroom. I had to catch my breath. She was wearing a tight tank top and a pair of my boxers. “I hope you don’t mind that I raided your underwear drawer. These are just so comfortable.”

“No prob.” I stammered. God she was hot. I could see her dark nipples through the thin white fabric and her legs were lean and muscular. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she took her glass of wine from me.

We sat on the floor, sipping wine and talked. She told me about the classes was enrolled in and how excited she was to be in New York. I told her about my job and bars and restaurants she should try around campus. It was very comfortable, except that I kept sneaking glances at her breasts or her legs. I was glad that the distance between us that existed after I rejected her had dissipated.

After awhile and several glasses of wine, she blurted out; “Steve, I had such a crush on you when I was younger.”

I laughed, “I know.”

She went on , “I begged my mom to make you baby sit us and I’d steal family pictures of you and look at them before I went to sleep. I wrote you love letters that I never sent -- thank god! And I hated all your girlfriends, no matter how nice they were.”

She rambled on like that for awhile, telling me all the things she did. I was waiting for her to mention that night in Florida that she unabashedly came onto me, but she didn‘t. Perhaps she was too embarrassed or had blocked it out of her mind.

Finally, she got up off the floor, stretched and announced she was tired and ready for some sleep. I gave her a long hug and told her how glad I was that she was in New York before I sent her to my room. I was going to sleep on the couch, but felt a little drunk and too lazy to pull out the sofa bed, so I pulled off my clothes, sat in the chair and flipped on the tube. It wasn’t long before I nodded off.

When I woke up the TV was still on. I was about to get up and stumble over to the couch when I noticed Hadley was lying next to my chair on the floor. The flickering TV illuminated her eerily. She still had on the tank top, but my boxers were gone. Instead, she was wearing white cotton panties with little pink polka dots on them. I couldn’t believe my eyes. In fact I thought I was dreaming. I had dreamt so often about my little cousin in those panties. Only this time they were much tighter. It was only when she rolled onto her side and looked up at me staring at her did I realize she was real.

“Those panties…” I started.

“So you remember them,” her voice was a whisper. I nodded.

“I knew you would. I was wearing them that night I tried to kiss you.”

“When you didn’t mention that earlier, I’d thought you’d forgotten.”

“Steve, that was one of the most memorable nights of my life. I could never forget. I was so devastated.”

“I’m sorry, Had. You were only 18 and you’re my…’

“Cousin. I know. But I loved you. I still love you.” She got up on her knees and came toward me just like she did that night so long ago and looked into my eyes the same way. But this time she was a woman and confident. She leaned into me for a kiss and I stopped her, just like before. Instead of crying though, she smiled.

“Let it happen Steve. I know you want to. I know you wanted to then.” Of course she was right, so when she tried to kiss me again, I let her. It was a soft kiss. I wasn’t resisting, but I wasn’t aggressive either. Hadley was in charge, she would have to be the aggressor and she was.

Soon her tongue made it’s way past my lips and we were kissing for real. I broke the kiss, and in a daze said, “I can’t tell you how many times I thought about you in those very panties. I… I…”

“I know, baby,” she said as she grabbed my hands and led them to her breasts. They were firm and soft. I just stared at her face, totally bewildered as I kneaded her pliant tits. She chuckled quietly, amused at my confusion.

Then she started to stroke my cock through my boxers. I was so turned on that I could barely stand it. I tried to get up, not to stop her, but to take her into the bedroom and fuck her. Hadley pushed me back down. “Stay there. I want you to stay there.”

There was no arguing with her now. I leaned back and watched her. I looked at her amazing tits, and her long luscious legs. I watched her beautiful face, so intent and determined and happy. I looked at her hands as they pulled my underwear off and resumed stroking my cock, now flesh to flesh. I looked at her panties. Those cute, girly, white cotton panties with pink polka dots snug across her ass. I could see some curly little hairs peeking out the sides and moisture in between. It was too much. “I’m going to come -- soon -- if you keep that up.”

She didn’t say anything, but she smiled as she looked up at me and started stroking harder and faster. She licked first one hand then the other for added lubrication, although pre cum was leaking out of the head of my dick rapidly. My cock was twitching now and she could tell I getting close. When I couldn’t hold back anymore I told her it was coming. She never stopped. She kept stroking up an down as the cum spurted out.

She looked like the cat who ate the canary as she sat there, still playing with my now softening dick. “God that was fun.”

I’d had enough of her being in charge. I jumped up and grabbed her roughly. I think she was worried that I was angry as I dragged her into the bedroom. “Steve, I’m sorry. I’ve just always wanted…”

Hadley let out a little yelp as I threw her onto the bed. I jumped on top of her and glared into her eyes for a few seconds. Now she was beyond worried, she was scared. Then, without a word I kissed her hard. When I broke the kiss to look at her again, we were both smiling. “I thought you were mad.”

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. How could I be upset with you.”

We kissed again, this time more tenderly. I rolled her onto her stomach and pushed up her shirt. I kissed all up and down her back, concentrating on the sensitive areas around her spine. Then I went lower. I kissed and licked her ass through her panties. “Are these the same panties you were wearing that night? The exact pair?”

“Yes. They’re a little tighter now. I was hoping you’d remember.”

“I love these. I’m going to buy you ten pair this same size.”

I pulled the material aside and kissed her bare ass. I found her crack and licked up and down, from her pussy lips up to her asshole.

“Oh God that feels good.”

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her as I pulled off her tank top. I leaned down and sucked first one then the other nipple into my mouth. As I did that, I found her hot, wet pussy. I inserted a finger then another, as I worried her clit with my thumb. Suddenly she cried out and came. It was small orgasm, but she was flushed and smiling as I moved my lips from her nipple back to her mouth.

“Fuck me now, Steve. Please. Just do it.”

Her panties were still on, I wanted them on. So I pulled them aside as I easily slid inside her for the first few inches. Then there was resistance. I couldn’t believe it. “Are you a virgin, Had?”

She looked up at me lovingly and nodded. “It had to be you Steve. It always had to be you.”

When the shock wore off, the only thing left was excitement. I was beyond thrilled that me cute little cousin had waited for me to her first. I pushed in again and finally broke through. She cried out a little and I saw the tears in her eyes. I pumped in and out of her. The feeling was incredible. Hadley was so beautiful. And she was my cousin. The taboo, of course made it even hotter. She was also incredibly tight. Her wet cunt gripped my cock like a hand. And I could feel the edge of her panties on my shaft as I slid in and out of her. I loved knowing they were there.

We kissed throughout our love making and I stroked her ass and her breasts and her legs. Her hands were roving all over my back and then her nails dug in as she got closer. “Do it harder, Steve.” I fucked her harder and faster until I couldn’t hold back anymore. She plastered her lips to mine and kissed me passionately even as she cried out with intense pleasure. I could feel myself coming. I was deep inside my incredibly hot, virgin cousin as I shot load after load.

When we were finished, we fell in a pile. She was crying softly and I was panting pretty hard. “I love you so much Steve.”

“I love you too Hadley.” I said, surprising myself, but knowing it was true.