I always knew I had deep feeling for my cousin Karin. Since we were young we loved to hold each other. She was a city girl and I loved in the suburbs, but it did not stop us from sharing a special friendship. She and I would share the most intimate details about ourselves during our early teenage years. She was lovely all around. A pretty smile with pretty flowing blonde hair. By the time we turned sixteen, our friendship was pretty much over. She had met a jock in high school who bragged about taking her precious flower from her on the third date. I was heart broken. I knew I should not be because I was family, but I was.
I dated on and off until I met the women of my dreams and Karin pretty much faded over the years. I did attend her wedding when she turned 22. She met a jerky kind of guy who I thought was a wise ass. Funny thing is that we became friends years later. As the years past, Karin gave birth to two pretty daughters. Both shared their mothers pretty looks but the older one shared her fathers lack of respect for others and often spoke using words fit for fish women. As I got married we started to see more of them from time to time.
My wife and Karin became good friends and spoke often. Kirin's husband john was not the greatest provider. He went from job to job over the years but Karin was pretty solid when it came to a career. She was a court Stenographer and made a pretty good salary. She was the mortar that held the family together. In 1993 she phoned me to tell me her father, my uncle had passed away. She was a daddy's girl who could do no wrong. I attend his funeral and was unhappy to hear that there was friction between Karin and her sisters. They were fighting over some of my uncle's property. We gathered together later at my cousin's house for the wake.
We Karin and I started to talk to each other like we use to. She was crying about loosing her dad and the nonsense that existed between her sisters. Then something strange happened. I started looking at her at ways I knew did. She wore a black dress which showed her figure. She got up to get some of the picture of her when she was young with her dad. She leaned over and to hand me a picture while I was looking her in the face and got a view of her pretty perky breast. I don't know what I was doing but a feeling of compete surprise over took me. At age thirty nine, age had not changed her figure. Then I noticed she had seen me look at her. She just smiled at me and sat next to me. I thought she would smack me or walk away, but she stayed with me and continued showing me the picture album.
When it was time to leave, she asked me to drive her home, not wanting to go with her husband. We got in a started to talk. That's when she put her hand on my thigh and kissed me sweetly in the cheek. She held my arm as leaned against me. She told me she wanted to see more of me and very soon. We pulled into a park and parked. For a moment we just looked at each other. Then I moved my hand over her soft cheek and slowly worked my way down to her breast. Kirin's nipple was erect and waiting to be suckled. I kissed her sweet lips and worked my way down her neck. I am a passionate lover who loves to take his time. She moaned with every kiss. My hand moved under her dress and coupled her left breast. She was getting so turned on that she removed my hand and placed it between her legs. I found her clit wet and eager for my cock. I played with her hairy pussy but we had to get going. Everyone would be wondering. We decided to meet during the week at a hotel that was halfway between both our homes.