Please Note: This is entirely Fiction, and all characters were 18 years or older.
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I was stretched out on my bed looking up at the ceiling watching the room light up as the storm raged on outside. I was counting the seconds until the thunder caught up. I love to listen to rain falling on the roof, wind in the trees, and the distant sound of thunder as I fall asleep. I never had problems falling asleep during a storm no matter how violent, threatening, or loud. But tonight was different. There was something at the edge of my mind keeping me awake. I felt ill at ease, something wrong, something that needed to be done. I had no idea what it could be and tried to reason my way through it when my cell phone broke into Rob Zombie's Dragula. Great, this cannot be good.
I rolled over and reached for the phone and answered it, "Hello?"
"Jimmy?" a familiar female voice asked, "This is Aunt Lauren. I hate to bother you so late, but I really do not know what to do."
I was suddenly worried. I had not talked to her in quite a few years. I had moved a couple of states away after college and never really kept in touch with family back home. I had tried, but it always felt like a one way street. "It's okay," I said reassuringly, "What's wrong?"
"Sissy, I mean Carol Ann was heading to visit a college out there in Iowa and well, she was late and tried to make it before having to stop somewhere for the night, but, well she broke down and is on the side of the road -"
She was getting frantic and I could hear the fear in her voice. "Aunt Lauren, where is she?" I asked.
"She's on I-80 about a mile from the Wilton exit where her car broke down," she said anxiously, "she was trying to make it to Iowa City. Is that even close to you?"
"Yes, fortunately it is. Okay, I am on my way. I'll call you if there is a problem."
"Thank you."
I grabbed my wind breaker which had a hood and was waterproof, my keys and a flashlight from the kitchen drawer. I headed out into the pouring rain, taking my pickup in the drive instead of my car. Even though both my headlights and the wipers were on high, they were nearly a failure in this weather. After the ten mile trip south on the two lane blacktop I crossed over I-80 and entered the on-ramp heading east. I drove past the Wilton exit and took the next exit which was about three miles further on and crossed over I-80 and headed back west. I had hoped I would have seen her car but I did not. Trying to see white lines marking the lanes through the battering rain it made for quite the distraction. I made progress slowly with my emergency flashers on as I drove down the emergency shoulder on the right. The rain began to ease somewhat but, it was still hard to see. I began to make out yellow lights flashing in the distance. I pulled up behind the car and saw that it had a deep lean to the right in the front.
I approached the driver's side window and hoped I hadn't frightened her and knocked on her window lightly. I could see her looking up at me as she cracked the window a bit and asked, "Uncle Jimmy?"
"Yes, well, not Uncle really. I think we are actually cousins, but . . . " I said looking into her eyes. Even in the dark, her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. "Roll up your window and let me check the car."
I walked around the car and turned the flashlight to the right front tire which I could see was nearly horizontal to the road. The tire was flat but it looked as if she had a broken ball joint. Either way her car was not going anywhere tonight. I knocked on the passenger window and she unlocked the door. I quickly slid into the passenger seat, just barely fitting.
"Your car can't be fixed here. I'll call a mechanic friend of mine. He has his own shop and a towing service. I'll have him pick your car up and take it to his shop. In the meantime I can take you to my house, or if you are uncomfortable with that I can take to you a nearby hotel, both are roughly the same distance from here. In the morning we will get you to the University," I explained. Even in the darkness of the car I could see she was soaked from the rain and trembling.
She looked at me and without hesitation said, "Your place will be perfect. Is there any reason I should be uncomfortable?"
"No," I laughed, "I should think not."
I had her grab her bags which consisted of a backpack and shoulder bag for her laptop. On the drive to my house I called Tim and told him what had happened, where her car was, and that the keys were under the front seat. I also asked if it was possible that he could make her car a priority to be fixed. He had a call he was on, but assured me he would get it off the side of the road and fixed as soon as possible. I looked over a couple of times as I discussed the car with Tim and from the faint light from the dash I could see her nipples poking out. I tried to look back to the road but I think she saw me.
"If you are cold I can turn on the heat," I said nervously. The last thing I needed was family back home thinking I was a pervert ogling a cousin I had not seen since she was . . . what three or four.
She said she was fine and resumed looking out the window to the east watching the speeding storms flash and boom along to new ears and fears.
"Uncle Jimmy," she reached out and touched my thigh getting my attention and then drawing her hand back, "is far to your house?"
"No, not at all, just a few more hills and then we are there."
"Oh good, I am so tired from the drive and I just need to get out of these clothes, they're so wet they are just clinging to me."
I looked over and she was grabbing the shirt where her nipples poked out and pulling it away. I had to change the subject. "Carol Ann, your Grandmother said you were headed to Iowa City. Going to check on the University?" I asked.
"Yes Uncle Jimmy, I have a tour with a group of other kids at 11am, then who knows what," she paused, "Thank you for helping me, I really don't know how I am going to make it there in the morning though."
I reassured her that everything would be fine and that I'd take her. We arrived at my place. I grabbed her backpack and carried it in for her and opened the door to let her in first. As she passed me she looked up into my eyes and smiled. I watched her enter and noticed that in her faded jean shorts, she had just as beautiful an ass as her Mother had. Oh, god, I need to stop. I dropped both bags by the front door. I showed her the bathroom and where the towels were and told her to get out of those wet clothes and to leave them on the floor. I would put them in the washer for her and then dry them. She grabbed her backpack and disappeared into the bathroom and changed into long pink pjs with feet.
I had her settled in the spare bedroom by 2am and a little after that I heard her snoring. I went to close her door and saw she was above the sheets. She was a diminutive young woman. I could not make out much of her body's beauty as she was curled tightly into a ball, but her ass, though small like her, was a wonderful heart shape. I thought I could see her mound peeking out between her thighs, but before I checked, I backed out of the room and quietly closed the door.
I remembered her clothes on the bathroom floor and went to retrieve them and put them in washer. Before putting them in I checked to make sure there was nothing of value left in her pockets. As I did so her panties fell to the edge of the washers opening. I dropped her clothes in and picked her panties up to drop them in as well. But I suddenly felt the urge to smell them. I lifted them to my nose and smelled a deep, earthy, musky scent. My cock twitched and before I knew it my tongue reached out and licked them. There was a sweet and tangy taste that was easily transferred to my tongue as they were still wet. I wondered briefly before sucking the crotch into my mouth and sucking on it if any of the moisture was because of me. Between the taste and aroma I was in heaven. My cock was now rock hard, but guilt overtook me. I dropped them hastily into the washer and added a small amount of detergent and selected the delicate wash cycle.
I laid down and felt sleepy. The something I had felt earlier and that I had needed to do, was now gone. I thought about that and what it had meant as I drifted off to sleep. I woke just before 7:30 and walked to the bathroom in only my briefs having forgotten I had a guest. Just as I reached for the bathroom door, it opened. I stood face to face with Carol Ann, who I realized was in a thin, short white t-shirt that allowed me to see that she was bra-less, had medium sized areolas, and that her nipples were even more pronounced than last ni - HOLY SHIT! I was staring. I quickly looked up to apologize and saw that she too stood motionless staring at my cock . . . HOLY SHIT! I had morning wood that was standing at attention and trying to peek at our new guest. "Oh my God. Carol Ann, I, I, I am so sorry," as I tried to cover up what had already been seen. Where the fuck did her pjs go?
"No worries," she smiled and brushed past me, her pink pantied hips grazing my hand that held my cock. Before turning to enter her room she sighed, "Besides I liked what I saw."
My mouth must have hit the floor. I watched her enter the room as she sashayed her hips and ass . . . oh what a lovely, sexy, shapely . . . Oh my GOD. She's your cousin. My mouth was dry as I realized I was staring at a closed door. I quickly turned and entered the bathroom and awkwardly pissed trying to relieve my hard on. I pissed like a racehorse but to no avail. I was still rock hard and I was getting harder. I turned and sat back on the toilet. I absently found myself stroking my cock up and down while thinking of that ass, oh dear god I am going to hell. I got harder thinking about it because she was my cousin. But she was also a young woman, a young woman who seemed unabashedly at home with her own sexuality. Oh god, I started to moan, unaware that I could be heard. I began rubbing harder and a little faster and -
"May I help, or do I have to just watch?" she asked with one arm raised sexily above her head allowing her to lean on the door frame in a seductive pose with her hips cocked to the side and legs spread enough to allow me to see that she was wet.
I froze. I was a deer in the headlights and this sexy semi was about to hit me hard. She dropped her arm and again there was that sexy sashay as she got between my legs and squatted down like a catcher and then moved each leg back under her until she was kneeling between my legs with her panty covered ass sitting on her heels.
