Link to "My Cousin's Feet" (1st story): https://www.literotica.com/s/my-cousins-feet-1
Note: This is my second time publishing a story involving my lovely cousin Selena. If you haven't done so, please read the first one, it will provide you with a better picture of what she looks like and how she acts. In the comments of said story I posted some creepshots I took off her feet. The events happened exactly as they will be depicted; any inconsistencies should be blamed solely on the alcohol consumed that day.
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I think I've told you that my cousin wasn't much of a party girl, I wasn't much of a party boy myself, small town, over protective parents, a generic origin story for two boring teenagers like us. I changed when I went to college, very clichΓ© I know, I made sure to move to the dorms despite the commute being a mere twenty-five minutes or so. I met cool people, really cool in fact, and started going out more.
Selena and I were enrolled in the same university but we went to different campuses. Every year, when the second semester was coming to an end, there was a week-long festival organized by the students. Famous singers and rappers performed for us and afterwards we spent an entire night drinking, smoking weed (if we managed to hide from the cops that is) and dancing. Drinking parties were held in the apartment buildings next to the campus, the mess and the smell of booze were constant proof that the species known has the "college student" inhabited those parts. They were "unofficial dormitories" in a sense. It was a complete riot, meeting new people everyday at the house parties, the concerts, witnessing the drunks passed out by the entrance of the arena (we called them "war casualties"), going to the liquor booths (also student run and operated) and hitting on the girls so they'd give us free shots, what else can I say, it was one of the best weeks of the year, I loved it. I also loved my cousin's feet, my cock loved them more than anything, it throbbed at the mere thought of those two beauties. On a Friday during festival week I finally got some release and those bratty feet of hers felt some long needed "love" from me.
"Come to the festival with me Selena, we'll have a blast!"
"I told you already, I don't like those things, I don't like alcohol."
Being honest now, I felt she was just socially anxious much in the same way I used to be.
"In a few years you will leave college and you won't have had any fun. You know; you can meet cool guys there, besides me that is."
She smiled, I was being playful but she knew there was an inkling, a drop of truth in my words.
"You're so annoying John, I'll think about it."
"My roommate won't be there, so you can sleep over at my place if you want."
"It's like we're little kids again." She smiled once more. Sometimes I think of what would happen if she found out my true intentions, would she be surprised? Well of course. At times I felt she teased me on purpose, like she wanted to torture me and shake me with pleasure at the same time, I reminded myself that was ridiculous, she did those things candidly, naturally, I got even harder when that happened.
Time passed, I forgot about it, figuring she wouldn't come, she wasn't that type of girl, right? She said so herself. My mind was filled with the haze of the festival; the fun, the girls, the alcohol, the drugs, the music, more alcohol, it all was all very overwhelming. Tuesday arrived, she called me at three in the afternoon, I woke up ill-humored with a raspy voice and diddled the phone screen without even looking at the name on the display.
"What?"
"It's Selena. Sorry for bothering you, I'm thinking of going on Friday, will your room be free?"
"Oh." I felt like an asshole, and I was, being so mean to such a sweet voice, I would have slapped myself in the face if I wasn't holding a phone in my hand. "Of course, so you did change your mind after all, I'm glad."
It took a minute, but it hit me, she was coming, I had no plan yet but I knew this was a good chance, a phenomenal opportunity to touch her feet or at least see them, be in their presence, smell her socks, relieve my frustrations on those toes of hers, I was wide awake now and I would have trouble sleeping despite the long hours of partying, more than booze and girls and drugs, I wanted her feet so bad it gave me headaches.
We met the at the entrance to the arena, she saw some "war casualties" and laughed when I let her know that's what they were called. I'll be brief since not much happened between us during the festivities, we had a couple of shots, for the first time I was seeing my cousin with alcohol inside her, when drinking, her face contorted like a paper about to be thrown in the garbage. I could tell she didn't drink often, maybe not at all.
"We'll meet at five a.m. at the entrance." We went our separate ways, but at five a.m. sharp there I was, and there she was, my shoulders itched and I felt like jumping in place, couldn't wait to get home.
The walk back took around fifteen minutes, each milligram of alcohol in the bloodstream added a couple of seconds to that time. I don't remember what we talked about on the way back, she giggled a lot, I probably did too and I could tell she had a good time. What a shame Friday was the last day of the festival. I also remember a lot of touching, grabbing her waist like you would a girlfriend, whispering in her ear and moving her hair away from her face, I get really forward when I drink but I know when a girl is enjoying herself or not, no matter how drunk I can judge whether to keep escalating or to slow down and stop.
I felt courageous, fueled by beer, whiskey and good reactions. Except for us, everything was quiet, the morning air had that characteristically fresh smell where it hasn't been disturbed by people or cars yet, we arrived at my dorm, the key went in the keyhole and the door opened.
"Come on Selena, admit to your cousin, admit you liked going out."
"I guess it was kind of fun."
"What do you mean "kind of" fun? "
She didn't want to fully admit it but I could tell she had a good time.
My bed could only fit two people if they spooned, or if one slept on top of the other, I wouldn't mind being naked with her under the sheets, but I wasn't stupid enough to suggest such a thing.
Still fully clothed, Selena jumped back first on to the bed, the old thing nearly fell apart after squeaking and bouncing a good couple of times. She splayed her arms and legs, stretched her neck and let out a moan as if she was just waking up from a long sleep. I felt something tingling inside me. The room was meager, so my bed had to be squeezed in between the wall and the bedside table. I planted my ass at the bottom edge of the bed, my back now leaned against the wall, her feet relaxed next to my thighs, she was still wearing her white vans, a bit dirty from all the walking through the night and early morning, her socks peered over the cusp of the shoes, white, pure, just like she was.
"We have to sleep, at least for a bit, let me take these off for you."
She had pulled her phone out of her pocket and was distracted scrolling through something, so I got no response.