My Busty Cousin

So, I'm 19 years old and I'm heading over to see an uncle that lived in Reading. My cousin, his child from a recently divorced marriage, has come over to stay from Australia for about a month or so.

Justine, was exactly one year younger than me, but I hadn't seen her since I was three years old and clearly I couldn't remember that. I had seen occasional pictures through the years but without the days of the internet and the ease of email, it wasn't like we were in any form of contact.

There was some family event happening, so I was going to stay over for the night and head home the next day. I arrived at my uncle's house and was introduced to Justine. It was crazy seeing her. I had a rough idea of what she looked like but no real specifics.

She was small and cute, maybe 5" 2' or so with slightly longer than shoulder length brown hair. She had a nice smile, sparkly eyes and an amazing cleavage. I'd never thought of her as a woman or imagined her in that light but seeing her ready to go out with this plain but shapely black skirt and white blouse, just blew me away.

At the time I was still a virgin with a healthy obsession for big boobs and I'm not sure if I managed to stop my face from flushing when I laid eyes on her figure. I felt an immediate stiffening in my underwear and tried my hardest not to overtly stare. It had however caught me so unguarded, that thinking back now, my amazement/delight must have been obvious.

The family chatted and I asked her what life was like in Australia and vice versa. We moved onto the party and did the usual staggered conversation, eating sausage rolls etc. During the night my eyes couldn't help but keep wandering back to Justine. I just couldn't believe that a distant relative could be so gifted in an area that I find almost uncontrollably sexy.

I wasn't really up on my bras and cup sizes but she must have been a healthy 34E or similar. She wasn't overly confident with them and she wasn't flaunting them but I think she knew the power they held. Whilst casually taking a sip of drink or moving round the room, my eyes would dart over to wherever she was in the hope of drinking in a different angle, getting a glimpse of flesh or something.

It was like I wanted her to remain absolutely still and everyone else to disappear so that I could just concentrate on looking at her. I wasn't experienced or confident around women at the time and was doing my best to hide my wildly consuming sexual desire for her.

Yes she was my cousin but I'd never really seen her before and maybe the 'naughtiness' of thinking about her in a sexual manner was increasing the heat that seemed to be coursing through my body. I wasn't really a drinker but I think I had some cider to calm myself and because it felt like the grown up thing to do.

The party was good, as family parties can be, and it was niec to chat with other family members and talk about what was happening in my life as we rarely saw each other. As the evening wore on I found myself sitting next to Justine on the sofa. We were talking away about music and films and I could feel her thigh touching mine through our clothing. The physical contact seemed to take me to another level and I think after laughing about something I did the old push her away with a "get away" statement so as to instigate another level of physical contact.

I remember feeling some heat in my face as I worried that others might think there was something more behind our playful banter. To others I hoped it all looked innocent but to me I was simply desperate to touch her, to feel her. We did actually seem to get on quite well. We had things in common and her life in Australia was fascinating.

The end of the party came and we headed back to my uncles. We all chatted a little bit more before my uncle showed me to the room I'd be sleeping in. I would be sleeping in the same room as my uncle's much younger step son from his second relationship. Justine would be sleeping on a camp bed that had been put up in the living room and when I went to say good night she had changed into a cotton nightdress that was clearly under some pressure from her breasts beneath.

We chatted a little more before my uncle decided to send us all off to bed so after giving her a hug where I might have pressed her into myself a little longer than normal, I turned in for the night. Mark, the younger stepson, was nice enough and we chatted a little once I'd settled down on the floor under a quilt.

My knob was raging in the pyjama shorts I was wearing and it just didn't want to seem to go down. Eventually Mark went to sleep and I was left wide awake in the dark, face feeling flushed and my cock as hard as iron. Justine was in the other room and my uncle and his partner were sleeping in the room in between.

I wanted to go and see her but if I got caught, I would be in serious trouble. And what were the chances of getting caught. Mark could wake up, my uncle could wake up or even Justine might be asleep or not want to talk to me. The fear mixed with lust was making my hands shake and my mouth dry but my cock was pulsing with blood, willing me to do something.

I figured that I could at least make out I was going to the toilet if I was noticed trying to leave the bedroom. With major trepidation, I arranged the quilt and pillow to look like I was sleeping if you looked quickly but also that if you intently looked, it would look like I'd just thrown the quilt down as I'd got up.

I slowly eased the door open to avoid any squeaks and slid into the hallway, closing the door behind me. I tiptoed past my uncle's closed bedroom door and up to the living room door that was closed. My heart was now thumping so hard in my chest and my hearing so 'ramped up' that I think I would have almost screamed if a gnat had farted in Scotland.

What was I doing, was this going to be worth the trouble I could get into. Would Justine know exactly what I'd come along for and be massively offended sparking some kind of huge family controversy.

Still unsure of whether I was doing the right thing, I grabbed the handle and turned. I slid in through the opening and silently closed the door behind me. I could see a shape underneath a blanket on the bed and it looked like it wasn't moving. I took a step forward

"Hello" came this gentle whisper "what are you doing here?"

"You still awake, I thought we could chat a little more about stuff, I've not seen you for years" was my croaked response.

"What would my dad say?"

"Well if we keep quiet, we don't need to tell him do we?" I moved forward casually keeping my hands in front of me to disguise the tent poling going on in my shorts. I sat down on the sofa next to her camp bed, rested my feet on her bed and we started talking.

We covered far more intimate topics than we had at the party. Did she have a boyfriend, when was our first kisses, what perfumes/aftershaves did we like. As we talked more my eyes grew more accustomed to the light, which was being helped with a nearby streetlight that was filling the room with an orangey wash.

As she lay on her side, I could see the way here large breasts were laying unrestricted on top of each other and pressing firmly against the restraining fabric of the nightie. I could make out the faintest hint of her nipples which added even more to the ripeness of her breasts. The rest of her body was covered by the blanket.

She looked really fabulous, hair tumbling onto her shoulder, face regularly breaking into smiles and an aura of sexiness though even if she wasn't aware that she was sending out, I was certainly feeling.

My feet started to get cold and I asked if I could put them under her blanket. She hesitated and then said ok. My feet touched the warmth of her naked legs and she recoiled slightly from how cold they were.

"You must be freezing" she said.

"I'm okay" I feigned "but I could do with a little warmth. Fancy a cuddle?"

She thought about it for a moment, just looking at me and then said

"okay, but we can't do anything"

"of course not" I responded in mock innocence. Quietly, I stood up and climbed into the camp bed. She rolled over and I effectively slid in behind her. I initially tried not to lay right next to her and find some stumbling, and ultimately pointless, piece of conversation, to 'distract' us both from what was actually happening.

"It was a nice party tonight"

"Yes it was".

I relaxed my head onto the pillow and could smell the fresh shampoo on her hair. The bed was warm and she seemed to be radiating heat. Silence fell between us and time seemed to slow down. I put my hand on her arm and she momentarily stiffened before relaxing, my other arm I slid under her neck and I pulled myself over to move in right against her.

I could feel the cheeks of her bottom against my thighs and I pressed my straining cock into the small of her back. I know she could feel it and it felt like it was full of more blood than was in the rest of my body. I continued by pressing my chest into her back and laid my head down so my mouth was right next to her ear.

"Are you ok?

"Yes" she replied "but this is naughty..."

I couldn't believe that I was lying in bed with her. From what seemed an age ago with a swollen cock and a breathless tightness in the other room, here I was snuggled up behind my busty cousin. I slowly rocked my pelvis to push it further into her back and really let her know that I was hugely turned on. She in turn rocked back ever so slightly applying a little more pressure onto my manhood.

I settled my hand on her hip and slowly began to move it up her body and over the nigh tie. I heard her breathe out as my palm moved over her waist and came up to furtively graze over her breast. My hand lingered a little whilst my fingers toyed with the fabric and my palm pushed down into the welcoming firmness of her breasts.

She quietly moaned a little as I kept my hand there, taking a firmer squeeze and beginning to massage her boobs. My rocking become more forceful as I began to rub the huge ridge in my shorts in between her arse cheeks. Turning her head towards me I looked deep into her eyes and then went in for a long kiss.

She opened her mouth to mine and our tongues gingerly darted out to taste each before we increased the frenzy of the kissing. My hand became more animated moving backwards and forwards and feeling her mass through the soft fabric. I pulled away to look down at her, her mouth open as she breathed in and her eyes wide and alive.

Whilst still looking straight at her, my hand descended down her belly to the bottom of her nightie that had ridden up to the top of her thighs. I felt the incredible softness of her warm skin as my hand slid up underneath the nightie, over her tummy and to her amazing breasts.

Christ, they felt incredible as I moved my hand around, fingers flicking across her nipples that were now proud and erect, demanding to be sucked. I returned for another passionate kiss and she stifled a moan at the intensity of my kissing and movements of my hand increased.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to taste her breasts and I had to taste them now. I threw the blanket backwards and in a fluid movement pulled my arm from round her neck, put both hands on her hips and pushed her nightie upwards. She rolled onto her back and the revealing of her white cotton panties was replaced by seeing her smooth belly and the bottom of her ribcage.

The rucked up edge of the nightie caught on the underside of her breasts and as I roughly pushed them over the large orbs, she couldn't help but arch her back pushing them up even further. If I'd thought her breasts looked amazing in my imagination and through the contours of her clothing, seeing them in the flesh was truly a sight to behold.

They were large and round. The breasts met right in the middle of her chest creating a near perfect cleavage and combined with her age they still stood firmly above her chest as opposed to sagging into her armpits. The nipples were small but erect and although she was slightly tanned, the streetlight cast a golden shadow across her body that made her look like some kind of Amazon queen.

My cock, now more swollen than I'd ever known it to be, started to dribble pre cum that was causing it to stick to the inside of my shorts and dab on my stomach.

I fell onto her breasts, my mouth and tongue sweeping over them like a thirsty traveller desperate for water. I licked round the nipples, teasing them further by rubbing my face across them before hungrily devouring them. Her skin tasted sweet and whilst I consumed them, she put her wrist in her mouth to prevent her making any sound. Her other hand moved through my hair and gently applied some pressure to force my face further into her chest.

Clearly her dad, my uncle, was still next door and any major sound including the camp bed which was adding it's own level of creaking-ness to the proceedings, would have disastrous consequences. Mindful of this, my body was tingling with both the danger of being caught and the heart pounding excitement of what I was doing.

Whilst my hands kneaded her boobs like a baker with some dough and my tongue traced a path across them, my groin was firmly planted into hers. I was certain that we weren't going to shag but slowly rubbing the length of my shaft across her mound was enough to be driving me berserk. She moaned and moved her head to the side as the base of my cock seemed to jigsaw into place on her lips.

The friction of the material felt delicious but also restraining and I was desperate to feel her touch it. Rolling to the left, I moved my mouth up from her breasts, across her neck and begin to play bite on her lips. Whilst occupying her with kissing, my hand slid down across her supple skin and into the waistband of her knickers. Here hand moved to lay over mine and stop it. I kept it there whilst a finger played along the edge of her underwear.

"We mustn't" she whispered.

"I know" I replied "let me just feel you".

I planted a long passionate kiss on her whilst my hand moved down underneath the fabric of her knickers. The softness of her skin gave way to the softness of her hair and my fingers slid effortlessly across her lips and inside her. Her body arched and twisted as my fingers moved around within her and her wonderful breasts wobbled inches from my face.

Whilst I did the best I could to get as much of them in my mouth and taste the sweat that was beginning to form and glisten in the light, my hand moved around with greater vigour, pushing hard down onto her and the fingers exploring ever deeper.

Her body was writhing like a snake, her mouth biting down on her wrist to prevent the moans getting louder and her hand squeezing the back of my neck. Her wetness was so great you could hear the sound of liquid squelching on liquid. I felt incredibly powerful, like some kind of testosterone charged caveman.

Here was this incredibly busty young woman, my cousin no less, who I was turning on so much that I felt she was about to explode underneath me. My iron solid cock was desperate to feel the touch of her hand but not before I had brought her to the brink.

She desperately tried to moan/mutter "please stop" but I was too far gone biting her neck, biting her tits and rubbing her muff. She seemed to push herself up, her body went tense and my fingers could feel the walls of her vagina suddenly expand and contract around them. I carried on with the motion and she buried her face in my chest, trying to hold me and smother her delighted, yet almost painful sounding moans.

By now my knob was feeling like it could be snapped off at the join, it was so hard. As Justine's muted moans subsided I removed my hand from her sodden knickers, took hold of hers and placed it on my twitching cock. Her fingers moved around the fabric adding to the friction and making me tingle.

I rolled onto my back, whilst she moved onto her side, which pressed her boobs into my arm and caused them to spill onto my chest. It was her turn to take a little charge and whilst looking at me she slid her hand into my shorts. It must have been a mess in there. My cock must have been hard for over an hour with pre cum oozing everywhere but she simply used that as the lubricant to coarsely run her fingers over my helmet and down the shaft.

I don't know whether she'd touched a cock before (probably given her amazing body) but she seemed to know what she was doing and had a deft touch. To be fair I was so ridiculously sensitive by now that the merest caress was enough to make it involuntarily twitch.

She plunged down for another lingering kiss, the feel of her body squashed into mine and tightened her grip. Suddenly we heard a sound causing us to freeze. We heard a bedroom door open (her fathers) and then movement in the corridor. Our hearts leapt into our mouths as there was no explanation for what we were doing and no chance of hiding without making any noise.

There would have been no excuses, no get outs. We were both naked, both sweaty and both vulnerable.

We stared intently at the door willing it not to open, our hearts pounding. We heard the bathroom door open and the sound of someone going to the toilet before it was then flushed. We didn't move, daring not to breath and then Justine did what was probably the most delicious, most mind bendingly erotic thing that I've ever received.

With her father passing the door in the hallway and the chance of discovery still very real, she slowly started to wank me off. There was two inches of plywood preventing him from seeing his young busty daughter with her hand wrapped around my cock but the very danger and proximity made it intoxicating.

I was frozen in fear, in lust and in the moment and whilst I could seemingly hear each individual carpet fibre move as he shuffled past, she slid her hand up and down, up and down my solid member. Watching her small hand milking me, I'm sure it grew or at least felt like it grew, another inch. As we heard the bedroom door close again, my body start to almost shudder with every full length stroke that she made. I knew we weren't going to shag but I had thought maybe I would have been able to last longer.

With the shuddering continuing I knew the train was getting ready to leave the station so rather than fight it, just relaxed. By that point I'd passed being in any form of control. Whilst my brain seemed to switch off it's motor functions, my body was going in only one direction and I embraced the approaching conclusion.

My body relaxed and then suddenly tightened as a tingle raced up from my knees and into my groin. As the wave crashed I pulsed, shooting a long string of what felt like white hot lava right over my stomach and into her chest. Justine gasped as I pulsed again splashing her with more of my cum. My whole body was solid as every muscle seemed to be constricting to push out every drop of juice. She flicked a finger over the end of my helmet whilst pulling up and another spurt pumped out across my belly. I was amazed. I produce a bit when I wanked but this was something else.

The craziness, the sexiness of the situation seemed to be pulling it up from the soles of my feet. To her credit Justine just kept rubbing, seemingly desperate to extract as much as possible as more dribbled out and down her hand. My body couldn't hold the tensing and with a stifled groan I sunk into the bed, the wind totally blown from my sails and every muscle feeling like it had been injected with a relaxant.

We hugged each other feeling our heartbeats slow down and we kissed affectionately and tenderly. After about 10 minutes of holding each other we realised we had to clean up and try to find any stray 'collateral' that might have missed our gaze.

Then with a final kiss and a cuddle, I gingerly snuck out of the room and back into the bedroom. Mark had hardly moved and as I pulled the quilt up over me I couldn't help but feel amazed at what had happened.