Nick Eastwood - Cousin comes first

For teenager Brenda Bates, coming to spend the summer at her uncle's house was like arriving on another planet. Brenda had had a very sheltered and overprotected life as the only child of wealthy parents. Now, staying with her Uncle Joe and his family, she felt like she was living in the real world for the first time.

Uncle Joe seemed worried about it. "I guess things at our place won't be as fancy as you're used to," he said as he drove Brenda home from the airport.

"Oh, please don't worry about it, Uncle Joe," Brenda said. "Everything will be just fine."

She was sure of that, and she was glad to get away from her parents and see how ordinary people lived. Brenda's folks were going to Europe for the summer.

Uncle Joe was in his forties, a trucker, and ruggedly handsome. Brenda hadn't seen him since she was tiny, and she'd forgotten how really sexy he was. She couldn't stop staring at him as he drove through the streets of the small town where he lived, Brenda remembered now that his wife, Carol, was a waitress, and that they had two sons, Mike and Bob, who were just about Brenda's age.

When they reached the house, Aunt Carol was on the front porch waiting for them. She gave Brenda a big hug and said, "Honey, you're all grown up."

Brenda beamed. She just wished her parents would say something like that to her. They wouldn't even let her stay home alone while they went to Europe they'd insisted she go stay at Uncle Joe's. But Uncle Joe and Aunt Carol were treating her like a fellow adult, and that was just great.

"Remember your cousins?" Carol asked.

It had been a long time, all right. Mike and Bob were all grown up, too, both of them six feet tall. As Brenda said hello, they both flashed her sexy grins. No, she sure wasn't going to be lonely around this place.

"Mike's finishing his last year of high school," Carol said, "and Bob's learning to be a mechanic."

"That's terrific," Brenda sighed.

She wished her parents would let her get a job, but they insisted on treating her as if she might break. Now she was eager to be like other girls, and she went to help Aunt Carol make dinner. Brenda didn't even know how to boil water, and she figured it was time she learned a few practical things. All during dinner and later, she kept up a steady stream of questions, till Carol just had to laugh.

"Enough questions for now, Brenda," she said. "You've had a long trip and you need your rest. Matter of fact, all you young people had better head for bed now."

"Aw, Mom," Mike complained, "it's only nine-thirty."

"Do as your mother says, Son," Uncle Joe said.

Apparently nobody argued with Uncle Joe, because Mike and Bob got up and left the living room without another word. Brenda followed them after saying goodnight to her aunt and uncle. The boys were talking in low tones as they walked down the hall to their bedrooms, and they didn't notice Brenda coming up behind them.

"I know why they're sending us to bed early," Bob said.

"Yeah, so do I," Mike chuckled, "it's so they can fuck."

Brenda stopped still and blushed beet red. The word Mike had just used wasn't allowed at her house. She wasn't even quite sure what it meant. But perhaps she could find out. If Uncle Joe and Aunt Carol were going to fuck, all she had to do was watch them.

While she was thinking about it, Mike and Bob disappeared into their rooms. Brenda entered her room, which was right next to her aunt and uncle's bedroom. Soon she heard them going into their room and locking the door. She wanted desperately to see what they were doing, but how? The door was a modern one, with no keyhole. Then she noticed that her window had been left partly open on this warm June night. Quickly she opened it the rest of the way and slipped outside.

She was in luck. Her aunt and uncle's window was open, too, and she could see into the room. As she got comfortable, Uncle Joe pulled Aunt Carol into his arms and gave her a long hungry kiss, working his tongue around in her mouth. Brenda watched in total fascination. She'd never been allowed to date a boy yet, never been kissed. She began to feel that strange hot sensation between her legs.

Every time she thought about sex or about some guy she had a crush on, her pussy would get very hot and moist, and she'd want to touch herself down there. A couple of times she'd given in to the temptation and rubbed her horny virgin pussy till she came. She was starting to get that urge again as she watched Joe and Carol kissing and pawing each other.

"I wish I didn't have to be on the road so much," Joe sighed.

"Me, too," Carol said. "How long are you going to be gone this time?"

"I'm not sure, but just a couple days," he said. "Think you can wait that long for me?"

"Nope," Carol grinned.

"Then I better take good care of you right now," he leered.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, kicking off her shoes.

They both started taking off their clothes, and Brenda's brown eyes got huge. She'd never seen naked grownups before. Her eyes darted back and forth, and she didn't know where to look. But Joe was undressing a lot faster than his wife, so she finally concentrated on him. His body looked powerful hard and hairy. It gave Brenda a very sexy feeling to watch him taking off his clothes.

When he got down to his shorts, she became really excited. She knew from her sex education class in high school that men were built differently from women, but the diagram in the textbook hadn't told her much. Now she held her breath as her uncle shrugged out of his shorts.

To Brenda's inexperienced eyes, Uncle Joe's cock looked like it belonged to an elephant. It was about eight inches long and as thick as her wrist, and it was rigid, wagging stiffly before him and dripping hot cream. Below hung his massive balls, thickly furred with coarse dark hairs. Brenda thought over what she knew about making babies, and she shuddered. That enormous hunk of meat was supposed to go inside a woman's cunt. She just didn't see how it would fit.

Aunt Carol didn't seem to be at all worried, though. She was smiling and humming to herself as she took off her clothes. She'd just turned forty, but she had the body of a young girl, supple and slim, with nice large tits. As she took off her bra, Joe copped a feel of her firm pink-nipples tits, and she giggled and jumped away from him, the big globes wobbling enticingly.

"Behave yourself," she laughed.

"Why should I?" Joe grinned. "That's no fun."

"Then at least behave yourself till I get undressed," Carol replied.

"I guess I can handle that," Joe said.

He strolled over to the bed, his massive prick weaving obscenely, and stretched out to watch Carol. She tossed her bra on the floor and started easing down her panties, deliberately going slow to tantalize him. At last Brenda saw her pretty little triangle of golden bush fur. Carol walked over to the bed, taking her time, undulating her hips.

"I'm gonna stop behaving myself in about one second," he said, his voice taking on a growly, horny tone.

"Okay, here I come," Carol grinned.

She jumped onto the bed, and Joe grabbed for her, pulling her tight against him. Her lust stiffened nipples dug into his chest hairs, and his rigid cock got trapped between their bellies. They kissed hotly, exchanging tongues, and again Brenda felt a glow of heat between her legs.

Joe started kissing his way down his wife's sleek hot body, over her neck and tits and belly and into the soft warm fur of her bush. Carol gurgled with eagerness and opened her legs wide. Brenda had a brief glimpse of wet red pussy flesh, and then Uncle Joe's head was in the way. Again Brenda barely stifled a gasp of amazement. She'd never heard of anything like this. Uncle Joe was actually kissing Aunt Carol's pussy. Carol shuddered with pleasure.