I know it was wrong to do; I know it was wrong to do, but I did it anyway. I listened to my cousin and her husband having sex – several times. I just turned 19 a month ago; and though quite a few people have told me I'm cute, I haven't had many direct sexual experiences. I'm just under 6', weight about 175, and am somewhat athletic. I graduated high school in Ohio, and was attending USC for my second year. For longer vacations I usually went home, and stayed with my cousin and her husband on long weekends. They lived near L.A., and I did house chores to repay them for their hospitality. That summer though, everyone agreed to let me stay in California. I got a part-time job doing the city's most popular profession – waiting tables.
My cousin, my fine ass cousin – Beverly – didn't have the prettiest of names, but that was the least pretty thing about her. I remember her before she left home, when she lived with her family in Tallahassee. A lot of my father's family lived there, and I loved to spend summers there. Beverly, and a girl who was an extended cousin, were sooo fine. They were both a kind of dark caramel complexion; Beverly had reddish hair, and Colleen had blackish brown hair. I had an incredible crush on both of them.
They were about 10 years older than me, so of course they didn't' pay any attention to me like that. When I was fourteen, I remember almost stroking my dick raw after I saw their revealing bathing suits at the beach. I overheard some guys guessing that their measurements were 38-24-36; whether or not that was accurate, their suits had to have been a size or two too small. That night, I was jerking off even when I didn't have anymore cum to shoot. Matter of fact, I liked when I was empty because there was no mess to clean up afterwards.
So anyway, Beverly's husband, Clayton, was cool. Matter of fact, I think Beverly's biggest concern to me being there was that I would be around their weed. As a young cousin, I got sent home back in the day when the older cousins wanted to take off. Beverly and Clayton had a big house, and nice jobs, so I knew they weren't blazing up often. But on long weekends, I was sure they had a few hits. Beverly had gained some pounds all over since then, but her proportions still looked great on her 5'6" frame.
My first time hearing them have sex was on one of those long weekends, Memorial Day. Beverly was a little surprised when I grabbed a beer from the cooler, but Clayton reminded her I was an adult now.
"He ain't of legal drinking age."
"Old enough to die, old enough to imbibe, that's what I say," Clayton slapped hands with one of his friends. "How can you be just 18 to go to war, but gotta be 21 to drink? Makes no sense!"
"One," Beverly conceded. "Uncle Gary Aunt Eva ain't gonna be able to blame me for turning her baby son into a lush."
I really didn't like beer that much, but I was trying to fit into the friends as much as possible – even though I was clearly the youngest one there. By the time the cookout was over, I had snuck a second beer, and had a buzz. After everyone was gone, I was in my room listening to my stereo and enjoying my buzz. About 1AM I wanted some of the leftovers, and went down to the kitchen without turning my music off. I could hear it down the hallway, but Beverly and Clayton didn't complain. I have to go by their room to get to the stairs. Their door was closed, and I was glad they wouldn't see my slight balance issues. My full concentration was on getting downstairs without stumbling.
I warmed up a plate of food, grabbed a soda, and made my way back upstairs. My music had gone off, and the hallway was almost quiet – almost, except for the heavy breathing I could hear from Beverly's room when I got to the top of the stairs. I stopped for a second, and the breathing quickly got louder. Soon she was screaming – I mean I could tell she was trying not to get too loud, but I could clearly hear her. Had I been in my room, I wouldn't have heard a thing. But outside their door, I could hear it all.
I heard Clayton's voice now and then, but couldn't make out what he was saying – but I could imagine what he was doing. My dick went from a limp noodle to a steel rod almost instantly as I listened to my sexy cousin pant and moan. Despite my buzz, I could imagine Beverly on her back, with her legs wide open for her pussy to be filled. Oh, what her pussy must look like – and feel like, and even taste like. Her ecstasy got a little louder, and a lot more intense – I could even hear the bed squeaking.
My judgment being impaired, I set my plate and drink down and pulled down my pants. I pulled down my underwear, sat down and stroked my dick. Just as it was getting good to me, Beverly called out Clayton's name about three times, let out a squeal, then the room went quiet. I stopped too. I waited a few minutes, then quietly pulled up my pants, grabbed my food, and crept to my room. I didn't care how much colder my food got; I had to masturbate first and foremost. I sat it on the desk, pulled my dick out, and laid back on the bed with my eyes closed to imagine how Beverly must have looked. I imagined myself in the room, watching Clayton work his dick in and out of her. My hand pumped to his rhythm, and before long I had a mess to clean up. I went to the bathroom across from my room to clean up, but another image of Beverly being fucked crossed my mind and I was immediately hard again. I stood with my dick over the sink, and stroked until I shot a smaller load over the drain.
Once I rinsed that down and wiped the sink, I went to my room and ate quickly because I knew another erection was coming. I could not stop thinking about Beverly's ecstasy. I had that same feeling I had after the bathing suit episode; I was going to jerk off to what I heard for a couple of years! I shot two more exceedingly smaller loads before falling asleep about 3AM.
The next morning, I masturbated again before going to get something to eat. I had to be mindful not to stare at Beverly – but my dick got hard again seeing her in her business suit and knowing what she sounded like. I did my best to keep turned away from her, and slipped into the bathroom to jerk off again.
"Are you hung over?" she asked when I came out.
"No, I'm fine," I sat down with some orange juice.
"Don't make a habit of doing what you did last night."
My heart skipped, "I'm so sorry!"
"I said you could have one beer, and you had two."
"Huh?"
"I'm not your mother, and you are 18, but listen to what I tell you: don't get hooked on drinking so early. Your future is in college, not some job you have to take because you drank yourself out of school."
I smiled, "Don't worry, I know I have too much to do to get sidetracked with drinking."
"You know there's a lot of it on college campuses – especially out here."
"Being a college alcoholic is not in my plans."
"All right," she smiled. "What are your plans today?"
"I'm going to cut your grass before it gets too hot; then I may call up some friends to go to a movie later tonight."
"When do you work again?"
"Sunday."
"We're going to catch a play this evening," she got up from the table. "If you get back first, leave the chains off. If we're already here, remember to put them on."
"No problem," I watched her ass as she walked out the room and felt my dick stir again. I ate a bowl of cereal, then masturbated again in my bedroom before I went out to cut the grass – laboring behind the lawn mower would get my mind off Beverly for a while. When I was through, I called some friends and made plans to hook up with them in a few hours. We caught a movie, then flirted with some girls at Roscoe's in Pasadena. The girl I was trying my best to hook up with gave me her phone number before she left. Clarice was a freshman at UCLA, and was from Texas. She had dark chocolate skin, and had a track star body – lean, with nice muscle definition, and an onion. After Roscoe's we sat outside the Rose Bowl talking for a while. I was real tempted to ask them if they had any cousins they were attracted to, but thought I might come off a little too perverted.
I thought to call her on my drive home, but didn't want to come off as too eager. By the time I got home it was a almost 2AM. The street was full of cars, and I had to park a few houses down. Walking to the door, I wondered if Beverly and Clayton were going at it again. I didn't sneak in, but I was quiet coming into the house. After making sure the doors were chained, I made my way upstairs. Sure enough, I could hear Beverly panting and moaning again. I sat down, though I was determined not to pull my dick out again. After a few minutes, I leaned over to see if I could catch a glimpse of them under the door. I couldn't, but Clayton was really working Beverly over.
"Who's your Daddy?"
"You are!"
"And I'm a good Daddy, ain't I?"
"The best!"
"And who are you?"
"Your naughty girl!"
There was a smack, then he asked her what she said.
"I'm your naughty little girl!"
I gave up fighting my urge to not take my dick out. They were both busy at the moment, and I could make an easy getaway if I heard them stop. My pants and underwear were around my knees in a flash. It felt so good to simply grab my dick; I almost didn't have to stroke it. I heard a few more smacks, followed by moans from Beverly.
"You like it from the back, don't you?"
"Oh yes! Hit it, Daddy!"
