Josephine fixed her skirt and checked her hair one last time. It was two days before thanksgiving and she was heading to her Aunt and Uncle's house in Westchester New York to help with preparations like cleaning and cooking. Her aunt was currently going through some bad degenerative arthritis in her hands and needed the extra help, so Josephine had been offered up by her mother. And while she was coming to help clean and cook for a weekend, she wanted to make a good first impression seeing her family.
"Aunt Sophie?" Josie called into the house. "Aunt Sophie, it's Josie!" she called as she walked in.
"She's at the store." A voice said from the hallway. Josie looked over quickly and sighed seeing her older cousin Simon walked out of the kitchen. "Her and my old man went to get some last minute groceries." He explained, looking sleepy as he leaned on the wall, his long lean body clad only in his dark grey boxer briefs, showing of his athletic physique. As long as Josie could remember her cousin had been a star baseball player which made sense that he got a great scholarship in Florida. He pushed his black hair from his face and looked down at her before giving her a half smile and walking over to wrap his arms around her, his 6'2" stature towering over her shrimpy 5'6". "It's good to see you little cousin." He told her.
"It's good to see you too Simon." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around him, the two had been the closest in age, and were very close growing up until he moved to Florida and she moved to Manhattan for college. Simon pulled back and looked her over with a small smile before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "You should come check out the basement..." he told her softly before turning and catching her eye, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her before the door in the kitchen opened making Simon pull back. He winked at her and then turned and walked upstairs as his parents walking into the house chatting.
"Hi sweetie!" Aunt Sophie called as they walked in making Josie walk into the kitchen to make sure her aunt wasn't carrying anything too heavy. Of course he would mention the basement. It had been last Christmas, the two had gotten drunk on spiked egg nog and found themselves curled up on the couch, her between his legs, his arms around her as she told him about her latest breakup, how her boyfriend had decided to cheat on her with multiple girls and then blamed her for it by saying she no longer interested him, that she wasn't pretty enough to be seen with a guy like him. Josie was disgusted with herself for crying over him, but she did, she cried into Simon's chest before he tilted her face up, wiped her tears away and told her she was the most beautiful girl he knew and anyone who couldn't see that was a fool. And then in their drunken state, he'd kissed her; he'd kissed her long and hard as his hands wandered her body.
Josie had tried so hard to forget that it had happened; she'd tried so hard to forget how his fingers felt inside her as he expertly rubbed her pussy, pumping his fingers in and out of her until she came around his fingers, gasping and moaning his name. She had tried to forget that he had given her the best orgasm she'd felt using only his fingers inside of her and his lips against her neck, nibbling and sucking on her neck roughly while he fingered her to orgasm.
It was wrong, it was so wrong, they were cousins, his father was her mother's brother and he'd made her cum on the couch in the basement and now he was almost teasing her with it. For the rest of the day Josie helped clean the ground floor, sweeping, mopping, dusting, doing everything she could to keep her mind occupied, but that night after she'd taken a shower and walked back to her room she passed Simon in the hall.
"I'm heading down to the basement. Mom and dad had it completely refurnished, soundproofed it for when I play video games all night... You should come check it out." He commented as he looked her over, a small smirk playing on his lips before he leaned in. "And leave the towel up here." He whispered before gently nibbling her ear making her yelp and him chuckle before he disappeared down the hall.
Josie went back to her room and locked the door for good measure as she finished drying off. How could he- He knew they had promised never to talk about it again, but there he was, teasing her, taunting her, insinuating they would do it again. Well they wouldn't. She got dressed in a pair of sweats and a tank top before finishing drying off her hair and climbing into bed, her body aching from the mass amounts of cleaning she had done that day. But as she tossed and turned in bed she couldn't help but think about that night, it had been the last time she'd been able to cum like that, and while she was very well acquainted with her vibrator, she'd left it at home.
Josie laid in bed, running her hands over her breasts softly, her nipples hardening at the feeling of her hands, but the thought of her cousin. Simon's large, calloused hands cupping and tweaking her perfect b cup breasts, her tan nipples hard against her milky skin. She moaned softly as she ran a hand down the front f her sweats where she had gone without underwear, her fingers brushing her clean shaved mound before moving down to brush her clit, gasping softly as she remembered Simon's fingers doing that to her. Josie pulled her hand back and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed before walking to the door and unlocking it. She walked down the hall, down the stairs and down to the basement where Simon was sitting on the new suede sectional, playing a loud war game. She was impressed by the soundproofing; she hadn't heard the game at all until she opened the door. As she slowly walked downstairs he paused his game and looked over at her with a small, smug smile.
"It's not what you think." She said softly as she stepped onto the floor. "I- I just same down here to say this can't happen again." She told him as she walked over to the couch, standing before him. His black hair was swept out of his face and he'd had the decency to put on a pair of sweat pants as well, which were doing nothing to hide exactly what he was thinking about, and what she had been thinking about when she was laying in bed upstairs.
"What can't happen again?" he asked as he looked up at her, noticing the way her stiff nipples pushed out the material of her tight purple tank top. Her chestnut brown hair fell around her shoulders in damp curls and her thighs were pressed together tightly. He stood up and looked down at her, his blue eyes staring into her brown ones. "What can't happen again?" he repeated making her lick her lips.