Prologue

The story is pure fantasy. The similarity of names, places and situations is accidental.

English is not my main language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes caused by using a translator. Enjoy.

The rays of the morning sun began to signal the arrival of another day more and more boldly. I opened my eyes, searching for my glasses and reluctantly got out of bed, feeling the cold coming from the window that had been open for the night. "And so another summer passes," I thought, remembering the heat of the past.

Still sleepy, I grabbed the first clothes I could find and went downstairs to where my parents were finishing breakfast.

- How did you sleep, honey? - asked my mother, brushing the crumbs of toast from her blouse, which, not for the first time, remained on her large breasts.

- Shortly - I replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek and going to the bathroom.

A quick, cold shower finally woke me up. Looking in the mirror, I brushed my teeth and styled my blonde hair, not forgetting to comb the beard I grew during the holidays. I put on my clothes with a few muscle flexes before doing so and returned to the dining room, where a country singer I didn't recognize was professing his love from a radio on the windowsill.

- Any plans for today, son? - I heard from behind the unfolded newspaper covering the entire figure of the father, like in a B-grade spy movie.

- I thought I could visit Grandma and Grandpa for a few days while I have some free time. If I get ready quickly, I will arrive late in the evening.

- Great idea Charlie! - Mom replied, stopping collecting plates, a big smile appearing on her face - You haven't been there for a long time. You should also call Aunt Kathy. I know Jake wanted to go too someday, but she didn't have time to let him down. You'll make a slight detour, but you'll also see your cousin.

Not wanting to upset her, I reluctantly agreed, remembering very well that the last time I saw him, he was a real pain in the ass and never left my side.

Before I finished eating breakfast and talking about the upcoming season with dad, my mother announced that everything had been arranged with my aunt and I just had to pick up my cousin. "So be it." I said in my head and, finishing the last sandwich, I went to pack, and less than an hour later I was ready to go.

A blue sky without a single cloud and, what was quite a surprise, an almost empty road accompanied me throughout the whole journey to my aunt's house, as if confirming my conviction that I had made the right decision. When a familiar address finally appeared on my left, I parked in the empty driveway, letting a passing old lady with a small dog with a strange, cross-eyed look pass, and got out of the car in a good mood. I was even more surprised when it turned out that the dark-green door, hidden under a small porch, standing out from the other houses, was closed, and the bell did not arouse anyone's reaction. Trying to see something through the small window, I reached for the phone and heard Kathy's distinctive voice:

- Hello, Charlie. How's my favorite nephew doing?

- Hi Auntie. Everything's fine, how about you? - I replied

- Great, although I had to go to work. Today we have a lot of work today and an all-hands-on-deck order. At least the overtime pays better... Oh shit. Have you come for Jake yet? I thought you'd be there later...

- Yep. I got away quickly and the road was empty. Unless mom came up with something else when she was talking to you.

- No no. Everything's fine. I must have forgotten.

- I guess that explains why the door is closed and no one answers.

- I'm very sorry. The bell must have broken again. Listen. There is a spare key under the smallest pot on the right. Not very original, but no one has touched it yet. Do you have it?

- Yes, yes, I found it. - I replied, reaching for the key, almost breaking the flower pot

- Great. Have fun, boys. I have to finish because they are calling me. Bye and sorry again.

- Nothing happened. See you.

I put my phone back in my jeans pocket and inserted the key into the lock. The characteristic sound of the mechanism and the quiet creaking of the door accompanied the entrance. Although it was a sunny day outside, the half-closed blinds created a slight twilight inside and ensured a lower temperature. After quickly recreating the layout of the rooms in my head, I walked through the living room, past the small kitchen and bathroom, heading towards the bedroom, where I thought my cousin would be. I opened the door to his room, but apart from the fish in the aquarium, I didn't find a living soul. I retreated to the narrow corridor and peered through the ajar door at its end. As it turned out, it was my aunt's bedroom, but what I saw completely exceeded my expectations.

Several pieces of Kathy's women's clothes were lying next to each other on the edge of the large bed. A quick glance allowed me to recognize, among others: a mid-calf, floral dress that she often wore when she visited us; a short, black skirt worn to work emphasizing her charms or a set of sexy lingerie, which she told my mother about without any embarrassment about me, who was in the room at the time. On the right side, right next to the pillow, I noticed a pink butt plug with a shiny tip, a large black silicone dildo and fur handcuffs. A bottle of lube and a small container of Crisco completed the set. On the floor, next to the burgundy, satin bathrobe, there were shoes strewn about, starting from ordinary sneakers, probably belonging to Jake, through various types of high heels, to above-the-knee black leather shoes. Unconcealed in surprise, I looked up.

I noticed my cousin at the back of the room. He was a few years younger than me. He was about 18 years old, but to be honest, I don't even know how old exactly. His posture hasn't changed much since he was a child. Despite the passage of time, he still had the same slender figure and pale complexion. By the looks of it, he weighed no more than 145lbs and grew to be about 5'6". Only his blond hair, combed up, made him look taller. Even though the room was dark, darker than the rest of the house thanks to the almost completely closed blinds, I could see that he was standing almost naked. All that stood between him and complete nudity was a black collar with a silver ring on the front and a pair of low-cut, feminine panties that did little to cover his firm buttocks. I leaned against the door frame and, unable to believe it, watched him with growing curiosity. He stood in front of the mirror hanging on the closet door, lost in his own world, swaying his hips slightly, probably due to the music coming from the wireless headphones I thought I noticed. In front of him he held a blue dress that reached halfway down his slim thighs. I remember what it looked like on my aunt during her birthday party. I remember the tight waist and the wrinkles in the fabric around her buttocks that she adjusted every time she got up from her chair, and especially the plunging neckline that showed off the delicate snake tattoo between her round breasts. My eyes slowly got used to the surroundings and I saw more and more details. I saw makeup applied in Jake's reflection. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I knew him, I might have thought I was looking at a woman. His rather sharp, yet girlish facial features created an interesting combination. Red lipstick highlighted the lips, contrasting with the cheeks delicately tinted with pink. Dark eyelids and a strong black finish formed the backdrop for his large, if memory serves, blue eyes. Eyes that suddenly became even bigger. My cousin's gaze, previously focused as if in a trance, changed into a mixture of fear and surprise when our eyes met on the mirror.

Jake nervously turned towards me, quickly taking off his headphones and trying to say something. Ineffective. Instead of words, only a quiet moan came from the open mouth, and the dress fell from his hands, revealing a slight outline of the abdominal muscles, a bulge around the penis and part of the rose tattoo on her right leg, the rest of which was hidden between the legs, on the inner thigh. He quickly picked up clothes from the ground and covered his small body with them. Even though the room was dark, it seemed as if the color of his cheeks began to match the shade of his lipstick out of embarrassment. He looked down.

- What are you doing here? - he asked quietly, in a slightly breaking, boyish voice

- How so? We were supposed to go to our grandparents. My mom was talking to your mom about giving you a lift.

- Yes, but... But you were supposed to be here in the evening...

- We were supposed to be there in the evening. Although looking at it all. - I looked around the room - We probably won't make it. You better tell me what's going on here.

- Nothing. I just... Nothing. - he replied confused, still looking at the floor

I slowly walked to the bed and stopped right in front of my cousin and took off a few outfits. The familiar, delicate scent of coconut and citrus hung in the air. "He even used Kathy's perfume" I thought and sat on the edge.

- You just what? - I asked

- I just wanted to see what it was like - he replied

- Do you think I'll believe this is supposed to be the first time? You have your makeup on better than most girls, half a closet of women's clothes and butt plug ready on the bed and you're telling me you just wanted to see what it's like?

- You won't tell anyone?

- No. It could be our secret - I replied calmly

Jake was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and began to talk. He was talking about his friend Sarah and her sleepover a few months earlier, at which he was the only one there. About mutual confidences in her thoroughly girlish bedroom and the game of truth or dare. About putting her dresses and makeup on when he lost. He talked about how she taught him how to walk in high heels and imitate a woman's voice. He described their shy kisses and his first attempts at sucking her dildo, which she carefully hid from her parents at the bottom of a drawer along with her diary closed with a small padlock. Even though it was all innocent jokes, over time it started to excite him and with Sarah's help, Jane was born, coming to the surface from time to time and taking control over him. When his aunt left the house for a longer period of time, he took her clothes, and sometimes he also bought new ones, most of which he kept at Sarah's, and dressed up in his alter ego, which to this day is carefully hidden from others.

I listened to his story in almost complete stillness, unable to move due to the newly discovered sensations. I looked at my cousin, looking at him from his painted toenail feet to his innocent face. To my surprise, I began to like what I saw, which seemed to confirm the slight stirring I felt in my step. Even though I've come across different movies while watching porn, I've never felt like I do now. I reached out and grabbed his trembling hand that was clutching dress to his bosom.

- Put it on - I said

- What? - he was surprised

- Put on the dress you're holding. Let's see what you look like.

Despite his initial hesitation, he agreed. Even though the room was quite dark, I was pretty sure I saw a brief lift of the corners of his mouth, leading to a slight smile. Jake turned his back to me and began to put on his aunt's dress, which as soon as it passed his head, fell freely over his slender body. Although it wasn't as fitted as on Kate, I had to admit that it fit quite well. When he turned again, he saw black fishnet stockings in my outstretched hand. He took them without asking and, resting his feet on the edge of the bed between my legs, slipped them on, then walked over to the scattered pairs of shoes and, after a moment's thought, put on high, black heels. When he returned to his previous place, I must admit, he looked hot.

- Dance for me - I said, feeling my friend growing more and more in my pants

This time I didn't have to guess, because Jake's smirk was obvious. He disconnected the headphones and romantic music played from the phone to which he started moving his hips, and with each passing second his movements became more and more bold. Biting his lip, he buried his fingers in his hair, closed his eyes, and his hands began to slide down his provocatively flexing body. The music sped up and so did Jake, the last remnants of embarrassment and uncertainty completely gone. He smoothly removed his mother's dress and fell to the floor, continuing the show. With his hands on his thighs, he rose and fell, and his legs spread to the sides again and again to reveal for a moment the black material of the underwear he was wearing.

- Do you like it? - Jake asked in a delicate, feminine voice as he slowly started moving towards me on all fours

- I must admit that I did not expect such a performance - I replied.

Jake grabbed my knees and leaned on them to stand up. He was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. With a provocative smile, he put his hands around my neck and, looking straight into my eyes, continued his dance. I placed my hands on his thighs and, feeling the softness of his young body, I slowly moved up. I passed the last rose petal on right leg, made my way to explore both buttocks, carefully examined the black material of the panties and dug my fingers into her waist, swaying with her. My cousin leaned down and kissed my neck, stroking the hair on the back of my head.

- Turn around - I whispered into his ear, biting it lightly.

He obeyed the order meekly. When my hands were in the right place again, I grabbed his panties and slid them down in a smooth movement. Cousin's penis, no longer restrained by the material of his underwear, popped up, and Jake himself began to gently touch himself. I grabbed both buttocks and spread them sideways, revealing a cute little butthole that opened slightly each time he relaxed. Once I had enough of it, my hand went to his and in a mutual embrace, it moved around his not very thick, but quite long penis. Jake began to moan softly while sitting on my laps. His ass began to rub against my already swollen penis, which was getting harder and harder with each passing moment.

- Mmm. I feel like you like it - he breathed, tilting his head towards me

- Oh yes - I replied and buried my lips in the back of his neck

- I'm about to cum... I'm about to cum... - he kept repeating in a thin voice

He moaned loudly, accelerating both the movements of his hips and the hand that was constantly moving under mine along his dick. Even though I wasn't holding his cock directly, I could almost feel the blood pulsing through the veins on its surface. He accelerated again and again. Explode.

- Aaahhh!

Cousin's body shuddered and his back arched in an involuntary spasm. Without knowing why, I stretched out my free hand and subsequent waves of my cousin's warm, sticky sperm began to fall. The hand, which a moment ago had only played a supporting role, took over. I wrapped my arms around his tough friend and, despite his moans of opposition, accelerated again. Without leaving an inch, I stroked the entire surface of the young penis, paying special attention to the tip, which with each touch spilled out more semen, as if it would never stop.

- Eat this - I said when he finished, placing a hand filled with white goo under Jake's mouth

First, he started licking his fingers that were timidly dipping and collecting the sperm, and after a while, he licked it directly from my hand. His tongue gently tickled the palm of my hand, and his soft lips sucked it seductively. It took a while, but when he was done, there was no trace of the semen, as if it had never been there.

- That was... Awesome - he breathed quietly

- Oh yes - I admitted - And quite a lot.

He chuckled.

- I think as a thank you, I should take care of your friend too. - he said

- I think he would be happy.

Jake slid gracefully to the floor and turned towards me, and his dark-lacquered fingers began to unbutton my belt and soon found themselves at the buttons of my jeans. When they were all unbuttoned, I felt slightly relieved and took off my pants, which fell to my ankles. My cousin looked at the swollen boxers for a moment, then put his hands on them, stroking my penis. Then he leaned over and bit him gently through the material of my underwear, repeating several times. His hands grabbed the top of the boxers and pulled them aside enough to let previously hidden cock spring free.

- Wow! - he sighed, looking at the 8inch piece of meat

- Happy Jake?

- Yes - he replied, and his soft hands cupped my business - And call me Jane.

Jake watched for a moment longer and then began to act. He hugged him gently and leaned in. A thin stream of saliva flowed from his mouth straight to the tip and lazily began to flow down its curve to be smeared by two small hands that were acting more and more boldly on my cock. The left one, holding it at the base, slipped over and over again, coquettishly caressing my balls. The right one, in turn, played the first fiddle, moving upwards like a piston, surrounding the tip of the penis in a circular motion and returning downwards with undiminished speed. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Although I had performed similar movements many times myself, this time everything was more intense. Each touch intensified the experience as if someone had a switch that increased sensitivity. I sighed deeply. The ragged breathing that was tickling down there turned into another burst of pleasure as I felt my cousin's mouth begin to suck on one of my testicles in turn.

- I guess you've been practicing a lot - I commented as his tongue began its journey up the shaft

- It happened once or twice - he replied with a smile and took the head into his mouth

- Oooohh, fuck...

His tongue began to circle the sensitive surface of the glans, changing direction from time to time, and although he couldn't be in two places at the same time, it seemed as if the entire tip was covered by this inconspicuous muscle. I gripped the soft fabric of the bedding and winced slightly when the tip of my cousin's tongue placed itself on my pee hole, teasing it a bit. I felt him go deeper into it slightly, and the quick movements transmitted vibrations that I almost felt with my whole body. The initial discomfort turned into general curiosity and turned into completely new, desired sensations, intensified by the work of my hands, which were still taking care of my balls. My cock, which had only been partially exposed to my cousin's mouth, began to disappear into their depths. Slowly, cousin's soft lips wrapped around him more and more, inch by inch, reaching halfway, then returned, leaving an increasingly visible trace of red lipstick mixed with thick saliva. Jake purred, focused on his work, as if transported to his own world, where the unexplored thoughts and unsatisfied fantasies of the horny boy he was were fighting with the hidden desire and shameful taboo of the inner teenage girl he wanted to feel like. In his growing ambition, he seemed to want to swallow him whole, but each time he stopped an inch, maybe two, halfway through, then he choked and his throat blocking further access.

- Look at me - I said, stroking his blonde hair.

My cousin looked up, still holding my dick in his mouth. His glazed blue eyes, which despite the situation still held youthful innocence, stared at me.

- Calm down Jane, let me help you. Relax...

I stood up and put his hands behind the back, bent into a slight arc. My fingers dug into the soft hair and grabbed it gently but firmly. Now I set the pace, slowly moving his head in and out. The cousin's mouth slid back and forth easily over the slobbery cock.