Home Maintenance

It was hard on all of us when my uncle passed away, even though it was not unexpected. He was the one who had always been there for everyone; he took care of our grandmother when her health started to fail, he helped out a lot when my cousin bought a house and he was always the first one to step up if something needed to be done. He'd slowed down as he'd gotten older then he got sick and we were all trying to pay back everything he'd ever done for us by doing what we could for him. Unfortunately, he succumbed to his illness and we were all heartbroken; of course, no one more so than my aunt and my cousins.

His oldest daughter, my cousin Corinne, often shared on social media the things he was helping her with at her house but, a few weeks after his funeral, she posted what was basically a cry for help, in more ways than one. Instead of sharing photos of the work he'd done, she was now sharing photos of the work that needed to be done. It was a "can someone help me out?" subtly disguising an "I miss my dad!" in one post. When I saw it, I reached out privately to make sure she was alright. She wasn't, of course, so we wound up talking for a while and it seemed like she had been holding a lot in that she finally let out. As the oldest daughter and sibling, she had been trying so hard to be strong for everyone else but she'd been struggling herself.

Before ending our call, I let her know that I'd be happy to take a look at any home projects or maintenance that her dad would have typically taken care of for her. I didn't say it to her but my uncle had really done her a disservice by just taking care of everything but never showing her what he was doing or telling her what she needed to check regularly or even suggesting that some things would be easy enough for her to take care of herself. I get it that he was just being her dad and that he was from a generation where daughters didn't need to be taught this stuff but he had to have realized that he wouldn't always be there. I had a different mindset when we finally decided that I would come over and check things out while she started noting what she was aware of that he'd always check on.

The big issue that inspired my visit when it did was that her clothes dryer, while still drying her clothes, was making a kind of thumping noise. I had a pretty good idea what was happening but, rather than share my suspicions, I was planning to walk her through figuring it out and taking care of it. I brought a bag of tools because I didn't know if she had any and, after a few minutes of pleasantries, we got right to work. I showed her where to look for the model number on her dryer, how to then use that online to find a multitude of repair videos then how to whittle those down to one that would actually be helpful. I tried not to lead her because I knew that she was not only smart but, given our family, the probably had "the knack" like the rest of us and would be able to figure things out given the chance.

She found something indicating what the issue probably was, which I agreed with, then found instructions for verifying it and fixing it. It wasn't much longer before we had the dryer opened up and, sure enough, one of the guide wheels for the drum had a flat spot. Since it was a Kenmore and there was a Sears Parts Outlet not too far away, we planned to not only replace all of the guide wheels but the belt as well. The parts weren't very expensive and, once again following an online video, she soon had the guide wheels and belt replaced with very little assistance from me. When she turned it on after we'd reassembled it, and there was no noise, she was so psyched. With everything back where it belonged, we adjourned to the kitchen to wash up and have a cold drink.

"I can't believe how easy that was," she was saying, "Now I want to try doing everything myself."

"That's the goal," I replied, "but we can take a look around and assess what needs to be done and I can give you my opinion on how easy or difficult each task should be."

"I would really appreciate that," she said, then set down her drink, "and I want to show you just how much I appreciate all of this."

She dropped to her knees in front of me and, to my great surprise, started to open my shorts. My cock was stiffening as she got them open and they dropped to my ankles then she massaged it through my briefs. Because she was blond with blue eyes, big boobs and nice curves, the fact that she was my cousin meant nothing at that exact moment. I can honestly say that I'd never found myself attracted to her before then though I was well aware that she was attractive and, probably to many guys, pretty desirable. As she was sliding my briefs down and my nearly rigid cock popped out, she was looking extremely desirable to me. She gently pumped my cock then held the base as she engulfed it in her mouth and I let out a moan.

I was looking down, watching her sucking my cock, in part because it was incredibly hot to see but also it felt so surreal that I had to reassure myself that it was actually happening. She left nothing to be desired when it came to sucking cock so there was never a single moment when it felt like this was wrong or that we needed to stop. We were both adults, cousins or not, and I was enjoying her cocksucking and there was no coercion from me to get her to do it. In fact, it had never crossed my mind to even ask or suggest it. Whether she had been thinking about it beforehand or it had just been a spur of the moment decision, I had no idea, but there had been no hesitation and, in all honesty, she seemed to be enjoying herself, though no way as much as I was.

The longer I was watching her sucking me off, the more I wanted to keep this going, starting with returning the favor and eating her pussy. As I contemplated whether she had a blond bush or waxed her pussy smooth, I could feel my orgasm getting even closer. I would also want to get her completely naked and fondle those big boobs, at the very least, but was already hoping that, if she'd suck my cock, she'd also be down with fucking me. As the pleasure continued to build due to her skilled cocksucking, I don't know how I was able to hold out as long as I did. Not that I was trying to hold out because I was entirely focused on the pleasure I was feeling but she was that good that she was able to draw out the pleasure I was feeling without diminishing it even slightly.

I'd have been happy to enjoy her cocksucking for much longer but, even with her skill at drawing out the pleasure, there came a point where there would be no holding it off any longer. My cock was swelling even more as I was on the verge of cumming but she was completely unfazed, continuing to slide her lips up and down my throbbing tool. Even as I started to spew, she never flinched and just swallowed my load while she was sucking me off. It wasn't until after a long and intensely pleasurable orgasm that she released my cock from her mouth as it was beginning to soften. She smiled up at me, not looking for reassurance, but more like she knew exactly the effect that she'd had on me. That just made me want to pleasure her and make her feel as good as she made me feel.

"That was absolutely unexpected and absolutely amazing," I told her as she was standing, "and I'd like to show you how much I appreciate you being interested in learning how to do these things rather than just having me do them for you."

I unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts then dropped down in front of her as I was taking them down, revealing her panties. After helping her step out of her shorts, I caressed her pussy through her panties, making her moan, then slid those down as well. Her bush was very blond and very well-groomed and I almost started eating her right there but, instead, stood and boosted her up onto her kitchen counter. She lay back and spread her legs so I lowered my face toward her blond pussy then ran my tongue along her slit. She moaned even louder as I was lapping up her juices, appreciating the taste and knowing I was going to thoroughly enjoy this. I was a big fan of eating pussy and a pussy I'd never eaten before was always a bonus, cousin or not.

Her moaning was continuous as I slurped up her juices then slipped a finger into her while licking and sucking her clit. I could already feel my cock trying valiantly to recover and stiffen up again as I was sliding my finger in and out of her hot, wet pussy. While I was absolutely enjoying eating her pussy, I was also well aware that slipping my cock into this snug, slippery pussy was going to feel amazing. I still needed time to recover, anyway, and I was fully planning to draw out the pleasure she was feeling the way she'd been able to draw it out for me. I just wanted to make sure I stayed on the right side of the line between drawing it out and denying her a much needed orgasm. It stood to reason that, if she was okay with blowing her cousin, she might not be getting laid regularly.

Glancing up, I could see the expression on her face suggesting that she was experiencing a high level of pleasure but I also realized her boobs were still covered. I was eager to see them but not so eager that I was willing to take a break from eating her hot, wet pussy. As my cock continued to recover, I knew that I'd see them and get my hands on them soon enough but I was not inspired to try to make her cum more quickly. I was still enjoying eating her pussy, and she was obviously enjoying it as well, so I was going to keep going and keep drawing out that pleasure. I was hopeful that this would not end up being my only opportunity to see her blond bush and eat her pussy and not just if I made her cum. It'd probably end up being something we'd want to just keep between the two of us, but I could see a highly satisfying sexual relationship being beneficial for both of us.

As she was tensing up slightly and her moaning continued to get louder and longer, it was obvious that she was building toward an orgasm whether I was still trying to draw it out or not. Still striving to stay on the right side of that line, I switched gears from drawing out the pleasure to getting her the rest of the way there. Her pussy was getting even hotter and wetter as she was tensing up more then she abruptly went still and silent. After apparently briefly holding her breath, she cried out as her entire body was shaking. I continued licking and sucking her clit as my finger was flooded with even more lubrication, so I was still sliding it in and out. It appeared to be a long and highly pleasurable orgasm so I was happy not only to have been able to help provide it but for the opportunity to help provide it as well.

When she finally went still and let out a sigh, I raised my head and slipped my finger out of her. As I was gazing at her blond bush, I sucked her juices off of my finger and straightened up. My cock was fully rigid by this point so I was eager to see what was next but I waited for her to recover first. She sat up, still looking a little dazed, smiled at me then hopped down off of the counter.

"Oh good, you're ready to go again," she said as she reached for my stiff cock and briefly stroked it. She grabbed one of the chairs from under the kitchen table and turned it around then had me sit on it. As she straddled me, she held onto my cock, guiding it to her pussy as she lowered herself down on it. We both moaned as my stiff cock slipped easily into her snug, slippery pussy until it was fully embedded and she was sitting on my lap. She remained there, feeling it inside her, for a moment before beginning to slowly move up and down. As soon as she'd straddled me, my hands had gone right to her ass, caressing the soft, smooth flesh. Once she started slowly riding my cock, my hands moved up under her shirt and caressed her boobs through her bra. Her hard nipples were pressing out against the thin material but I thought it'd feel nicer for both of us if my hands were on her bare flesh so I reached behind her and unfastened her bra.

I slipped my hands up under the slack cups and relished the feel of the soft, smooth flesh and her hard nipples against my palms. She moaned softly but I didn't know if it was due to me fondling her boobs or as a result of her moving up and down on my cock. Her boobs felt really nice but I also wanted to get a look at them so, after fondling them for a bit, I lifted her shirt up over her head then she let her bra slide down her arms and dropped it on the floor. Leaning back slightly, I admired her big boobs, her large, pink areolas and her hard, thick nipples. I also noticed that, as she was riding me, her boobs were bouncing so I continued to watch and ran my hands back around to her ass. I was a bit mesmerized so, when she grabbed each side of my head and tilted it upward, I was a little annoyed at first. When she planted her lips on mine and her tongue found its way into my mouth, I found myself more okay with it.

Since I could no longer watch them bouncing, my hands soon migrated back up from her ass to her boobs again. I knew I was never going to get tired of, or feel bad about, fondling those big beauties. I was a little surprised by her desire to make out since she'd been moaning louder and longer as she'd been riding me harder but it ended up being short-lived anyway. I enjoyed it for the moment and figured there would be more whenever it would make more sense. I was assuming that she just felt like giving it a try since we hadn't even kissed yet by that point. When she did break if off, she went right back to moaning loud and long as she was also able to ride me a bit harder and faster. It seemed like she was building up to another orgasm and was getting pretty close so I went back to watching her bouncing boobs and caressing her ass.

Once she got there, she dropped down onto my cock and just sat there, simultaneously going silent. A moment later, she cried out and started shaking while I brought my hands back around to her boobs since they were no longer bouncing. It seemed to be another long and intensely pleasurable orgasm, though I doubt me fondling her boobs contributed anything to it. I was happy, though, that her decision to pursue this, whether planned or not, was paying off for her and hopefully would prevent her from experiencing any regret. I was feeling like this was too good for us to have second thoughts, relatives or not. This had been some really good sex so far and I was already expecting it to continue beyond that day.

When she finished cumming, she remained on my cock for a couple of minutes as she was recovering then climbed off of it and stood. I was just staring at her naked body there in front of me until she took my hand and had me stand, too. The next thing she did was to remove my shirt so that I was as naked as she was. We then made out again for a moment as she gently pumped my tool. Finally, she led me out of the kitchen to the living room where she got onto the couch on all-fours and I was immediately kneeling behind her. I ran my hands over the soft, smooth curves of her ass before gripping my tool and guiding it into her from behind. We both moaned as I slid my full length into her until my hips were touching her ass. Taking her by the waist, I started to slide my cock slowly in and out of her while she reached under herself, presumably to caress her clit. I thought it was great that she was being proactive about her own pleasure, not just with that but also with initiating this whole thing.

Once I had a good rhythm going, I slipped my hands forward to cup her swinging boobs, feeling her hard nipples against my palms while hefting their weight. As I enjoyed having them in my hands once again, I'm pretty sure that my cock got even harder and, based on the noises that she was making, it seemed as though she was feeling it, too. She gradually began to push back against my incoming thrusts and we ended up nicely in sync and it felt just amazing. There was no question that we were incredibly sexually compatible, despite the taboo of us being cousins. I had a good feeling that we were both going to be interested in continuing this kind of activity, though undoubtedly as surreptitiously as possible.

I was savoring the pleasurable feeling of sliding my cock in and out of her hot, wet pussy while feeling just the distant stirrings of an orgasm. It wasn't that fucking her didn't feel good enough to have my orgasm building faster but, since I'd cum once already, that always helped with my staying power. Corinne seemed to be the opposite; after the first one, each subsequent one seemed just a bit easier for her to achieve. This was evident when she started pushing back harder and faster, increasing the pace as she was moaning even louder and longer. I was able to keep up with her, though I did have to release her boobs and straighten up again to keep us in sync. It did get to a point where I was just thrusting into her each time she pushed back rather than trying to match her pace. I was looking down, watching her ass jiggling each time it smacked into my hips, feeling confident that she'd be cumming again before I did. I was completely okay with that and had actually come up with a plan, assuming that would happen.

When she finally pushed back and held there, I made sure that my full length was embedded inside her, then she cried out and started shaking. Assuming that she was being flooded with even more lubrication, I resumed slowly fucking her and definitely was not disappointed. Her orgasm appeared to be another long and intensely pleasurable one, which just seemed to be typical for her at this point. The more frequently and the harder she came, the more likely it seemed that I'd find myself in this situation again so things were certainly looking favorable. I continued to slowly fuck her, hoping that it was increasing or drawing out the pleasure for her since it was highly enjoyable for me. Only once she'd gone still and quiet again did I stop and slip my still stiff cock out of her. I had her turn over, lying on her back on the couch, then straddled her and lay my cock between her tits.

Taking one in each hand, I brought them together against my stiff cock and slowly began to slide it between them. The soft, smooth flesh felt amazing against my throbbing cock, even compared to her hot, wet pussy and her skilled mouth. Had I been required to choose just one of the three, it would have no doubt proven to be an impossible task. I was looking down, admiring those big beauties as my cockhead appeared repeatedly from between them, while also appreciating the feel of them in my hands. She had looked a little dazed after cumming but her expression was clearing as she gazed at my cockhead appearing from her cleavage. I couldn't imagine that, with a pair of boobs like that, she hadn't been in this position many times, even if it didn't necessarily do anything for her.

I maintained a slow pace, figuring that fucking her tits hard and fast would not feel good for her, but also completely good with drawing it out and enjoying it for longer. I'd glance up from her tits occasionally, as though to confirm that it was actually my cousin who I was straddling while holding her tits against my cock. It made me smile rather than being even remotely disconcerting because she was an attractive woman with a great figure, after all, and she'd always be my cousin so I was thinking more about this being something long-term, even if it had to be hidden, than any potential for things to get awkward. I think, since we were cousins, there wouldn't be any expectations for either of us for this to be more than highly satisfying sex.

I did what I could to maintain the slow pace even as my orgasm began building faster. I wanted to continue fucking her luscious tits but I was also ready to cum again. Somehow she knew that I was getting close because she opened her mouth then stuck out her tongue. I wasn't quite there yet but seeing that she wanted to catch my load with her mouth and tongue did push me a bit closer. It wasn't too much longer, though, before I grunted and the first spurt of my cum hit her tongue, her upper lip and her cheek. The next spurt was a little weaker but still hit her tongue. After that, though, the rest of my cum just pooled on her sternum. As my cock was softening, she was cleaning my cum off of herself, first her cheek and lip then her sternum, with her finger then licking it off. I continued to slowly fuck her tits until I couldn't any longer then just fondled her boobs while watching her. When she seemed to be about finished, I moved off of her then sat beside her once she'd sat up.