"Ding ding!" Goes my alarm clock in the most annoying way possible to mankind.
"Ugh." I lightly grunt, just starting to wake up, as the persistent sound of the alarm clock drills itself into my head. When it gets loud to the point where I can no longer take it, I take my fist and slam it into the alarm clock with (seemingly) enough force to cause an earthquake to create a Tsunami big enough to wipe out Japan. That is exaggerated
However, I soon start to smile as I remember what happens today. Today is the day that my cousin, Michelle, comes over to my house. She will be staying at my house for the entire summer. By my house, I mean I live with my dad. He often goes on business trips, so I am home alone most of the time.
Michelle is the daughter of my mom's brother; the daughter of my uncle. She is five and a half feet, has blonde hair that goes down to half of her back and is slightly curly, hazel eyes, and a slight butt chin. She has the perfect body. She has an ass to kill for and a great looking mid-section. Looking at her often turns me on, especially with the way she normally dresses. Usually when I see her, she is wearing low waist skinny jeans with a belt, and a tight shirt. Sometimes, her belly and back shows when she stretches, and that sign turns me on. I have had fantasies about her, and considering that she is staying with me the entire summer, I feel like I will be able to bond with her more and take my fantasies out on her. At least I hope that is how it is.
My cousin is 21 years old and will be going into school as a senior for liberal arts. I am a rising junior at 20 years of age and going into school as engineer. I am less than an inch shy of six feet tall. I have dark brown hair, black eyes, and an average body type. I look like I stay somewhat in shape, but I am not "in shape".
I groggily get up and look at my phone. It is 9 a.m. and I already have text messages from Michelle. I open the messages and read them.
"Hey buddy. I will be there in several hours. I will see you soon. I love you :) and cheer up for me. Please? :)" is the message she sends me. That makes me smile.
"I love you too." I reply. Michelle is not only my cousin but she is my best friend. We do not live near each other, so we do not get to see each other often, but we try to talk on the phone every day if we can, for at least a few minutes. I have been depressed lately because I had met a girl online. I will start off by saying I have an uncle who married my non biological aunt (in other words, she is my aunt through marriage). She is one of the sweetest people in the world. Guess how they met? Online! There are some good people looking for relationships online, like me, but usually rapists use the internet to rape and murder women, which makes it very hard to find somebody. I finally thought I had found my match. Her name was Katherine. We talked for several months. We both loved each other, video chatting every day, even with my cousin when I visited her house several months ago. However, a month ago, just a couple hours after Katherine said she loved me, she blocked me on every single site we had contact on. I made new accounts to try to get her to tell me why she was doing this, and she told me she doesn't love me, and promptly blocked my new accounts.
What Katherine did to me completely shattered my heart. I went into my own shell, into a great depression, and I am still depressed. However, Michelle has stuck by my side the entire time. I think part of the reason she planned to come down the entire summer is to be there for me. Michelle is my cousin and best friend, and I love her to death. I would honestly ask her to marry me if she were not my cousin. She has been depressed as well, due to her being abused by her now ex-boyfriend. We have basically been each other's best friends.
I wipe a few tears as I dress up, still feeling sad. When I dress, I go into the spare bedroom that will be Michelle's all summer. I go into the portable fridge just to make sure there are drinks and snacks in there. Once I confirm that, I walk to the bed and look at the outfit on there.
On the bed is a pair of underwear, a pair of skinny low rise (low waist) jeans, a belt, and a skinny silk shirt. When I bought the shirt, I intentionally bought one that would be too short for her. I want to surprise her with this outfit as a token of how grateful I am for her, and I am hoping she will wear this often because I have had fantasies. My fantasies consist of me hugging her from behind and feeling her bare belly, and rubbing her belly. I have always fantasized of rubbing her belly for hours at a time, even as she eats, feeling the softness of her flesh, as she smiles and lays her head on me. I have never had the courage to rub her stomach, though, but I plan to do so this summer. She told me a couple months ago, a month after we last saw each other, that she got a belly button piercing. I told her I wanted to see it when we saw each other next, so I may use that as an excuse to touch her tummy. I will probably start by poking around her belly button and then gently massaging it.
I walk downstairs and make myself a quick bowl of Peanut Butter Crunch cereal. I finish eating my bowl of cereal and go to the living room. I try my best to conceal the erection I am getting by my thoughts of playing with her tummy. I stroke myself gently as I watch TV, passing time by. I scroll through the channels and decide to watch the entire sixth movie of the Harry Potter series (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince). Right when this movie ends, I get a phone call. I reach into my pocket and smile when I see my cousin calling me. I immediately answer the phone.
"Hey. What's taking you so long?" I tease her.
"Oh shut up." she says and starts laughing. "I just want to let you know I will be there in a few minutes. See, I lied when I said it would take me three hours to get there." she says and makes a fart noise with her mouth to tease me.
"I should have known, knowing you." I reply and laugh with her. "Anyways, I have our room ready and a gift on the bed." I say while grinning. When she puts the shirt on and realizes part of her belly is showing, I will act like I got that one by accident and hope she will still wear it.
"My room." she corrects me.
"Y-yes. T-that's what I meant." I stutter, starting to feel depressed again.
"Awe are you okay?" she asks in a soft voice.
"Y-yeah." I reply.
"I'll see you in a few minutes and give you a hug." she says.
"Please do." I say and end the phone up. I hang my head down for the next few minutes it takes for her to arrive. When she pulls in the drive way, I walk out the front door and slightly grin. I run in front of the car and playfully dare her to hit me. She stops and cuts the car off, getting out of it and grinning at me.
"Gosh you are such an idiot. My favorite idiot in the world." she says and walks up to me. She looks up at me as I look down at her, due to out difference in height. I look at her pants and shirt. She is wearing skinny jeans, as she usually does, but this time she is wearing a loose shirt. I can still see about an inch of her belly.
I start to feel slightly hard so I look back at her face, hoping to distract her from the result of my dirty thoughts. She puts her arms around my back and buries her head into my chest. I rest my chin on the top of her head and squeeze her middle back. I just hold her like that. Once I start to feel my erection press into her belly, she starts to giggle. She looks down and I break the hug. I walk into the house, completely embarrassed. I walk into my room and start to wipe tears, thinking I just ruined our relationship with each other. However, those thoughts are soon put to rest when she comes into my room without knocking.
I lay in my bed, blanket covering me, to conceal my erection. Michelle is the sexiest girl I know, and every time I see her, it turns me on. She walks up in front of me and then stretches up. Most of her belly shows, including an inch above her belly button. She stretches backwards and I can see her tummy turn into a concave shape, as well as her skinny jeans riding down enough to show me a few of her pussy hairs. I really want to hold her by each butt cheek and start kissing her lower belly right now. However, I am too scared to ruin our relationship.
"What are you doing? Looking at my tummy?" Michelle says and starts to giggle. I completely forgot she was my cousin. I just got caught staring at her tummy. I am now even more embarrassed. I hide my face in my hands and start shedding tears, thinking she will hate me now. "Awe." she says and sits down in the bed. She takes the cover off of my body and giggles. "Am I sexy Hun?" she teases.
"I-I'm sorry. I c-can't help I-it." I stutter while crying. She uncovers my face, almost forcefully. She then starts wiping my tears away.
"I hate it when you cry." she says with a sad voice as she comforts me. She hugs me tightly. After a few minutes, she lets go of me. "Lay back." she orders.
"B-but..." I pout.
"Lay back." she orders and I do so, keeping my crotch covered with my hands.
"Uncover it." she orders. I don't listen. She takes my hands off of my crotch and pins them down. "Oh what is that?" she grins. More tears start to fall down my eyes from pure embarrassment, as my erection is sticking out full force in front of my cousin and best friend. "Awe I'm not mad. Don't be embarrassed." she says as she kisses my cheeks. What she does next takes me completely by surprise. She kisses me on my lips. This is not a quick kiss either. She makes the kiss last for about twenty seconds. When she releases, she breathes heavy.
"W-wow." is all I can say as I breathe heavy. My erection gets even harder. She stares at my erection as I stare at her face. That was my first kiss and it was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.
"It got bigger." she says and giggles. She then looks at me.
