For some reason I didn't see my female southern California cousins for a lot of years when I was an adolescent. During that time, though, I heard rumors of their wildness. During my teens I always thought that the lurid tales about their party girl behavior were due to Puritanical hysteria on my mother's part. I was twenty years old when I did, finally, see one of them as a young adult. Her name was Mimi. Her gorgeous, highly-sexed elder sister, Avy, had gotten married, hastened, no doubt, by the fact that she was pregnant. Mimi – two years my junior and just out of high school – was on a long vacation with her parents to the Pacific Northwest. I was a self-supporting college student, one of the extended family's two male cousins, with a shared apartment at the time. In the Summer of '66, after a long, convincing phone call from my mother, I went to my parents' place for what I expected to be a boring family dinner with my aunt and her family.
"Derek! You're so big!" murmured my beautiful, now-grown, cousin Mimi in my ear as she embraced me. She pressed her lissome frame against my front as I embarrassedly tried to disengage from her grasp, since my aunt was waiting patiently for her hug. "And solid, too!" she cooed, looking up at me in a doe-like, feminine way but with a sultry glint in her green eyes, her hands lingering on my chest and shoulders. Her dimpled smile was broad – highlighted by wide, pink lips – and her flawless complexion beautifully tanned. Her light, shoulder-length hair was sun-bleached, and her body had grown from that of a skinny kid when I'd last seen her into that of a willowy temptress. She was finely-boned and exquisitely petite in a curvy way save for her high breasts that now captured my attention from underneath a dark-green, long-sleeved shirt with the tails tied below her B-cup bosom. Below her delectable midriff was an incredibly narrow, 22", waist that flared into delicious, slim hips. She turned away at something my mother said from the kitchen and from behind I could see through her thin, skin-tight white pants, which teasingly revealed a pair of taut buns in dark-colored bikini panties. My palms itched for their touch.
Though rarely at a loss for words, I mumbled something about how good she looked as well, then hugged my aunt hello, who made a comment about me being "all grown up" as she retreated to the kitchen to help my mother prepare dinner. I started to go out to the garage, assuming that my father and uncle would be sampling some of Dad's home brew, for which he was known. But cousin Mimi grabbed me by the arm and pressed one soft breast into me until I stopped. Awkwardly, I tried to pull away from her grasp, with my hand caressing the bare part of her midriff in back, just above the waist of her pants.
The silken touch of her skin was electric, causing a palpitation in my groin and a gasp that was uncharacteristic of me. She noticed my nervous reaction and a flicker of acknowledgement flashed in her eyes as she grabbed my hand, holding it firmly against the taut muscles paralleling her spine while she pressed her tummy into my groin. Embarrassed, I flopped into a chair, safe for the moment and away from her grasping. At that point Mimi opted for discretion, turning and gingerly placing her shapely ass on the nearest sofa – as if that part of her anatomy were made of fine china – while drawing her long, muscular legs up beside her. "So, what's new?" she asked, laconically. "Got lotsa' girlfriends?"
"Mmm-no. School and work keeps me pretty busy. I don't get out much."
"That's too bad. Better watch out or you'll end up like our parents," she said in a quiet tone so that our mothers wouldn't hear.
"There's little chance of that," I snickered. Like most 20-year-olds the thought of growing up to be like one's parents was something to avoid at all costs. At the same time, I didn't want to encourage Mimi too much. It was already fairly obvious that she was walking the same path as I'd heard several of my other girl cousins had trod, all eight of whom were flirtatious at best; at their worst they acted horny as hell.
"Why don't we go out after dinner…see a movie or something?" she proposed, making a proverbial offer that I couldn't refuse. Even the most innocent things she said were accompanied by gestures seemingly designed to capture and seduce the male eye...a nibble at a fingernail or a scratch at an itchy spot on the arch of one of her bare feet.
"Okay," I said, trying to act unfazed. "I've got only one class this Summer and I don't have to be at work 'til ten o'clock tomorrow." I wondered, though, how I would handle her when we were alone together.
At that moment my mother stuck her head in the living room from the kitchen and asked me to announce to my father and uncle that dinner would be ready in ten minutes. I rose to summon them and Mimi got up too, walking toward me. Stopping when her breasts touched me, she looked up, murmuring, "I'll check the papers to see what's playing." Her breath smelled like that of an angel.
While in the garage I was persuaded to try some of my uncle's moonshine whiskey, which the three of us chased with gulps of Dad's home brew, to the point where the two of them were feeling no pain, apparently having been drinking for a couple of hours. Finally the door flew open and Mimi stuck her head out, calling humorously, "C'mon, you drunks. Dinner's been ready for fifteen minutes and it's getting cold!"
Dad and my uncle led the exodus upstairs and I followed, with Mimi bringing up the rear. As I walked out of the garage, my lusty little cousin's hands were all over me. First she grabbed my thighs, then my butt, then she goosed me. I started giggling and couldn't stop, until the stern face of my mother quieted me down. Of course, my feelings of guilt were unfounded. She was far more upset with my father's tipsy shenanigans than with whatever I was doing.
I don't remember much from dinner, except that Dad and my uncle kept us in stitches with their off-color humor. I sat at the opposite end of the long table from Dad and Mimi was on my right, running her bare toes up and down inside my pant leg. After dessert she excused herself and disappeared in the bathroom, while I relaxed with the newspaper's movie section away from the elders.
A few minutes later she emerged, walked to me behind my chair, and leaned over. "Ready to go?" she whispered to me, sticking her tongue in my ear and licking it deeply. "That's the one I want to see," she said, pointing to an ad for a film that I'd seen. I quickly turned toward her, still holding the newspaper in front of me to shield us from our parents while wiping her saliva from my ear. She looked down at me sweetly and slowly passed her wet fingers under my nose, coating my upper lip with what was obviously a thick, musky discharge from her pussy. Her beaming smile spoke a thousand words as I got out of the chair, stifling a growing hard-on. I knew then that it was going to be a long evening.
In the car, Mimi started out on the passenger end of the seat. Two blocks from the house she was beside me, her thigh glued to mine, with her left hand running from my knee to my groin. "You know…I'm flattered," I ventured, unsure of how to proceed. "I mean…turning me on like that."
"Why shouldn't I, Derek? I've been hot for you since I was little, an' Avy always got the bulk of your attention. Now I'm big enough to do something about it."
"But that's…incestuous", I mumbled, remembering how her elder sister, Avy, had tried everything she could to get me into bed. "And, by the way, I've seen the film you want to see."
"So? I've seen it too. I needed to tell the folks
something
. Why don't you show me your apartment instead?"
"My roommate might be there," I said, now aware of her obvious sexual intent. He wasn't home, but I was still being fearfully cautious.
"Do you have a door on your bedroom?"
"Of course," I responded.
"Well then, let's go! We haven't got all night!"
As things turned out, I wish we had. But Mimi, being as horny as she was, wasn't one to waste time. Inside the apartment she swept through the kitchen and living room and found my bedroom with no assistance. Following her in, she slammed the door behind us and threw herself at me in a full-body clinch. Both arms went around my neck and she mashed her mouth against mine, moaning in her throat as her tongue probed at my tonsils. I immediately lost my earlier shyness – responding almost playfully – but she was serious, hyperventilating as my arms encircled her. I slid them down her bare midriff in back, sticking my hands in the tops of her pants, then worked them forward to cup her breasts. She must have removed her bra after dinner because her firm tits filled my palms, offering up their stiff, corky nipples as tempting delights to toy with.
It took no time for me to become fully erect, and the bulge in my jeans pressed urgently against her prominent, hot vulva as I lifted her to her tiptoes. I moved my hands downward from her breasts and felt her two hipbones bordering a flat belly that was as taut as a drumhead. As I did so she stripped me of my shirt, buttons popping as she went, then mewled admiringly as my upper torso met her lusty gaze. She tossed her shirt as well and her tits popped forth and upward in defiance of gravity as their pert fullness rubbed against my light chest hair, motivating another deep, moaning, open-mouth kiss.
