Karen. My cousin. Sweet flesh of my flesh. She has entered my dreams so often, I smell her in the soft folds of her slips and the humid little panties I snatch from her laundry. She is beautiful in a way that defies my understanding. Desirable and magnetic beyond my will to resist her. Tiny and bright like a bird.
I've watched her, through half closed eyes, move naked through a morning bedroom. A little boy with an itchy bone struggling against a starched cotton sheet. I've watched as she dressed in the grey, dim, morning light. The entire spectacle. Her lush, heart-shaped ass packed into a tight white panties. Dark nylons slipped over a pointed toe and soothed up a slim calf. Flesh peeking from lace. The dark of her nipples huge in a straining bra.
As a boy, pretending to be asleep in her room, I would tease the heat between my legs while I watched. As a boy, I would lie sprawled across her bed after she had gone and pull my cock into her sweet. Masturbating with a slow and delicious hand while I remembered the dark patch of hair that pointed like an arrow down and into her wide hips.
I realized that I had turned into such a nasty little child. Sneaking and lurking. Hiding. Waiting to see something forbidden or to touch something filthy. I couldn't help myself, I just couldn't.
My aunt tells me that she knew what I was up to all along.
"But you wanted me to know," she says. "Didn't you?"
I can only nod and remember the white, watery puddles of seed that pooled in the cups of her dirty brassieres and seeped into the dark welts of her fragrant stockings. I can only moan while she crushes my cock in her fist until I recall all the nights I spent caressing myself to exquisite hardness under my robe while she sat a few scant feet away preoccupied with a late night movie or poring over a stack of term papers.
And years later all I could think of while I drove miles with Karen beside me was of being here in this room tonight. Now I'm here in the dark, sitting at the small round table near the window that overlooks the pool, typing. My face lit by the pale, blue light of the computer screen.
She's in the next room asleep. Just a door separates us and that door is not locked. It sits open, joining her room to mine and mine to hers. We are alone. Just us two. Karen and I alone. No children or husbands or sisters or brothers or mothers to interrupt the flow of longing and desire. My cock is trapped in the panties she wore beneath her slacks today. They are tiny and white. They are frothy with lace and slick with spandex.
My cousin's panties glide against my hot boner like butter on a burn. It's so hot and so hard with her so near. I imagine her lips closing over my stiff cock. I imagine her spreading her legs and offering me her pussy. I imagine her moaning and sobbing while I feed my cock into her warm, wet slit. The lips fat and heavy with want.
I love my cousin because she is my cousin. I wallow in the implicit filth. It's my religion. Wanting her cousin cunt makes my cock leak. It's leaking now. She is the culmination of some sacrament that cannot be named. I want her for my whore-wife. I want to eat her cousin pussy and fuck her cousin mouth. I want her to love me for defiling her. But for now, I dream and wish and feel my love leak into the things that have touched her. Spilling my scalding seed, murky and muggy, into her panties like an adolescent boy again.
I went into her room tonight. Not more than half an hour ago. I stood in the doorway between the two rooms for what seemed like forever. My heart pounding. My legs shaking. My breath ragged in my chest. I was naked and hard and I could see her from where I stood. She was asleep, lying on her back, one arm thrown over her face, the other trailing off the bed and to the floor. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her face so soft and luminous in the darkness.
I stood and watched and squeezed my cock in my fist, pulling and milking, building my arousal, drinking her in as my cock-tip drooled down its shaft making squishing sounds as my hand traveled up and down, up and down.
The sense of transgression and trespass I felt when I stepped across the threshold and into her world was profound and unbearably erotic. I haven't been alone with her like this since I was a boy and she was a teenager. Breathing her air and moving hard and naked through the space that she occupied evoked memories and feelings that shuddered through the twisted, pumping stick of meat between my legs. I felt them as if they we're new again. I experienced them as something deliciously unexpected and wanton. I felt that horrible surprise I felt so long ago when I realized that my cousin Karen's nakedness could make my cock hard.
I found the panties she'd worn that day and inhaled the thick, sour smell of her cunt. I drew the crotch into my mouth and tasted her piss and drizzle. I fingered her bra and pressed kisses into the cups that had touched her huge, dark nipples. I drooled and remembered and longed into those cups. Strings of warm spit drooling from my lips while I feasted on Karen's nipple scent and teat taste.
I stood inches away from her and touched her with my eyes. Her breasts lolled and swelled under the white nylon nightgown she wore. So achingly beautiful that I yanked at my cock and guided it to them and touched them with the hot tip until it drooled onto the cool fabric. It burned like sugar to feel my cock against Karen's teats. It made me want to drop to my knees and kiss her long and deep, one hand between her legs, stroking and petting her to a perfect wetness. A yielding wetness. A wetness made to accept the blunt head of her loving cousin's cock.
While she slept, I touched my stiff meat to the bare skin of her arm. I dragged it from her shoulder to her elbow, leaving a trail of slime as the plum tip stung and itched against her warm and, flawless flesh. If she had opened her eyes at that moment, I'd have told her that I loved her more than anyone I'd ever loved in my life. Then I would have pressed that lewd, leaky pole that sputtered below my belly to her lips and begged her to take me into her mouth and love me as much as I loved her, if only for this one time.
"Karen," I would have moaned. "God, Karen. Please. No one has to know. Just eat my cock and love me. Just swallow me and let me fatten and slime in your mouth until you can feel how desperately I need you."
I sat silent by the side of her bed and wriggled into my cousin's little panties. I watched my cock strain against them. The taut skin of my erection blossoming through the lace like fleshy and venomous flowers. I reached inside and jacked myself off while I looked into her placid, sleeping face. I brushed my lips against her hair and came in my cousin's white panties. Came hard and then crept away.