I've never experienced incest in real life. None of my immediate family are the type. Neither adventurous, or interesting. Way to straight. However, there is one cousin, Marion, about 5 or 6 years older than me. Marion was a wild child. She had left town at 19, just after being my last babysitter. Marion ended up overseas, starring on her sugar daddy's tv network. Then , she moved home to settle down. She had grown up to be gorgeous ( think Marilyn Monroe, but A cup). Not knowing many people, she started to hang out with me. I was single then, and we hit the bars hard. We met lots of people. I learned she was not only promiscuous , but also bi.
A few months after she got to town, Marion decided to through her own housewarming bash for her new friends. I was the only relative there. Everyone partied hard, drinking way too much, dancing to the Rolling Stones until close to dawn. Next thing I know, I woke up alone on her couch. I saw a few semi-clad people dozing in corners. The sun was peeping in the window. My cousin entered, holding a finger up to those lush red lips. She took me silently by the hand and lead me to her sleeping loft.
In the loft, she had dozens of candles all over. There was an old-fashioned clawfoot tub in the corner, and a four-poster bed with fluffy adornments. The tub was filled with suds. She started unbuttoning my shirt. I was too drunk to resist. Even if I wanted to.
I wanted my cousin to strip too, so I could through her on the bed and ravish her, but she was older and wiser. She slapped my hands playfully away, stripping me, teasingly kissing, first all over my face, then my neck, my arms, my chest. She couldn't get my pants off with me sitting there, so she pulled me up by stepping back while holding my arms. We tumbled backwards into the tub. We both laughed hysterically. Marion stood up in the tub, splashing me. This allowed her time to step back out of the tub. I was sitting there, almost naked. Tenderly, her tiny hands found the remaining scraps of soaked cloth and eased them off. Then she gently took her giant sponge and soaped me all over. Her breath was warm on my flesh. My childhood dreams of Marion, my last and sexiest babysitter, were about to be fulfilled.
Marion's hands rolled the soapy sponge around my chest. She leaned over the tub, her hard eraser like nipples clearly visible through her wet blouse. Her small firm breasts needed no support. As her hand worked down my chest to my navel, her golden hair brushed my neck. Her breath was even closer. I knew her lips were almost grazing my cheek. Then, softly, I felt her tongue explore my ear. That almost , but not quite, distracted me from what her hand was doing.
Marion worked the sponge softly but thoroughly into and around my navel, tickling the soft hair that covered my belly "Like a bear cub", she giggled. "None of the other men in the family are as hairy as you", she added mysteriously, "or as well-hung". With the last remark, she tugged teasingly once on my bobbing, almost fully erect cock, then collapsed against me in a fit of giggles, her lips covering my face with kisses.
Marion then pulled me up. My erection was at the level of her face. She kissed just the tip gently, then stood, drying me with a fluffy towel, paying special attention to my balls, my ass, and, finally, my hardness. Then, she had he step out of the tub, so she could dry my feet. She caressed each toe, kissing my arches softly. She worked the towel up between my legs, and again, rubbed my cock tenderly, as if it was fine breakable china, or an object of adoration. She kissed it a bit more fully, the tip of her tongue teasing my tip. She then took me by the hand , and led me to the bed.
She had me sit yoga style, lotus position, my hard cock sticking up like a tent pole, with my eyes closed. I heard the rustling of fabric. " Now open", Marion whispered. I saw her sheer top lifting over her head, her divine teeny breasts, crowned my erect nipples like a air of thumbs clearly visible from the soaked camisole. She stepped out of her jeans next, pirouetting to allow me to drink in her loveliness still partially clothed, in the camisole and matching silk thing panties. She leaned over the bed, teasingly running the silk covered nipple along my cheek and my lips. Then, she removed the cami, and thong, and repeated the move, now allowing me to suck her hard nipple into my mouth.
Marion kissed the top of my head as I gorged myself on her breasts. " Quietly, sweetie, someone might hear downstairs." This disruption of the dreamy quality of the moment was brief. Marion popped her nipple from my lips, and without warning, ducked down to savagely swallow my throbbing erection deeply into her throat in one gulp. She locked her lips tightly around the root, creating an exquisite suction. Her girlish fingers massaged my sac, palpating my testicles, milking me. She ever so slowly raised her lips up my shaft, keeping them as tight as possible to the flesh. I started caressing her pointed teats with my fingertips, but she interrupted her ministrations long enough to whisper: " later, dear, let this be for you."
Marion licked all around and down my erections, her hand continuing to grasp my balls. With her other hand, she teasingly twisted my right nipple. Just as she did this a second time, she did a trick where she released my balls just as her tongue licked the tip of my cock. Suddenly, a stream of cum surged out, unlike any load I'd delivered before. Cousin Marion drank it like mother's milk, then sat up and kissed me, my cum on her lips.
"Shhh, let's just rest a bit," Marion purred, gently easing me onto my back and cuddling up to me. Her soft hand toyed with my semi-hard cock. "In a few minutes, I'm going to ride you, just like a merry-go-round," she whispered, " I want to lean over you so you can suck my nipples more. I love how you do that. You are the most gentle lover I've had since your Daddy taught me about love many years ago."
" My Dad?"
