Straight Male / 53
Wife's Cousins Par One.
I have made this in story format. These are true events as I remember them and about thirty years ago.
Rachel and Debbie were cousins of my wife and their sister in law Sharon had married the brother Mark. Rachel was the youngest, she like her sister, was slim and petit and had the facial features that reminded me of singer Kim Wilde. She was shy, softly spoken and didn’t say much. She was of school age when I first met her but even so, I checked her out when I could get away with it.
Debbie on the hand was very outspoken, older by three years and again was slim and petit and an inch taller than her sister at five feet two or three. She was pretty and wore glasses that made her appealing in a strange way. She was also very flirty around me but remained discreet with it. She made it obvious she was interested but it went no further, and I think she was just being a tease.
Sharon was two years older than Debbie. She had been with Mark since school and been together ever since. She was hot, very attractive in her looks and turned many a guys head. She was always bubbly and smiley and seemed happy in life. More recently that had changed, she was not her usual self, noticeably quiet and a little distant and she wore a put-on smile. My wife told me her and Mark were having a few problems.
We had been summoned for an urgent meeting, something had happened, and they needed our help. We arrived and found the house in disarray. We were ushered into the small lounge and I found a spare chair at the table. Rachel took orders for tea and coffee and still looked about thirteen wearing a cartoon character sweater. She was also wearing blue jeans with a white belt that for some reason got me excited and she had her short brown hair up. We exchanged brief smiles and I checked her out as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Then Debbie came into the room. She spotted me and we said our hellos. She was also wearing jeans and jumper. She went into the kitchen and started helping Rachel with the brews. Rachel started to bring the drinks in. She looked so innocent and sweet and I found myself scanning her body as she made a couple of trips.
I was having dirty thoughts wondering what it would be like fucking her seventeen-year-old pussy as she came out the kitchen followed by Debbie. I scanned between her legs and licked my lips then looked up realising she was walking towards me. I found myself flirting with her and noticed her face was going red. She shyly smiled and handed me a mug and as she drew close, I was certain there was an arousal aroma about her.
Debbie sat on the floor on a bean bag opposite me looking at me and her sister. That’s when two more people came in from the kitchen and obviously had come in from the back yard. Mark and Sharon, both looking unhappy. Sharon stood next too, but just behind Mark. I looked at her, she was gorgeous, short black bob style hair, pure round sexy face. She was wearing her bank assistants’ uniform of white blouse and blue blazer and skirt. She looked hot. Our eyes met briefly, and I deliberately flirted to make her feel good as it was obvious, she needed some cheering up. She half smiled then looked away.
The parents started to explain that one weekend the main water tank had burst in the loft and caused thousands of pounds worth of damage to the girls bedroom and seeped down through part of the ceilings into the front room and there was a lot of water damage.
My attention was drawn by Debbie, I had felt her eyes on me. I looked across at her, she was sitting with her knees under her chin and hugging them. She relaxed her arms and parted her knees a little. She looked at me flirting and spreading her legs more. Each time I looked in her direct she spread her legs.
I kept eye contact as she looked around the room as if to see if anybody was watching. Debbie looked at my crotch then down at hers and thrusted indicating the sexual act. I looked at her a little shocked. Did she indicate she wanted sex with me? Or just teasing. Well I thought, if she were teasing that’s fine but if she were serious, I would fuck her brains out given the opportunity. Play her at her own game.
I kept eye contact with her and smoothed down my trousers so she could she my semi erect bulge. Her eyes scanned down, and she noticed it straight away. She looked up her face thrilled. Our eyes questioning each other, she nodded, and I nodded in agreement. She looked away smiling as if triumphant and closed her legs with a hand between them and obviously touching herself.
Sharon must have seen something. She kept flicking her between me and Debbie. She had a strange look on her face. Debbie stood and made the excuse she had some work stuff to do and left the room. As soon as Debbie left the room, I caught Sharons eye. We held our gaze, I licked my lips and thrusted at her too. She seemed genuinely surprised. Her mouth twitched and she smiled in acknowledgement and seemed a little happier.
Temporary work had made the house usable but now rectification work needed to be started and it meant putting a lot of stuff into storage for a couple of weeks. It also meant a shortage of living space and the parents were going on a planned holiday. Could we take some stuff into storage and put up one of the girls for a couple of weeks? Yes, we could.
My cock twitched as I had dirty thoughts. Under normal circumstances if she were serious, it would be difficult to get the opportunity to fuck Debbie, but now, Debbie was going to get her twenty-year-old pussy pounded as often as she wanted and in my flat. Those thoughts were dashed when it was decided Rachel was coming. It was closer to collage and Debbie was going to Mark and Sharon’s as it was more convenient. Debbie not staying was probably best anyway.
We lived in the basement flat. Had its own access and front door. Nothing special, two main rooms front and back. A long parallel hallway that ran front to back with the kitchen next to the front room and the toilet and bathroom at the rear. There was a back door that led to an enclosed small yard and shed that used to be the old outside toilet.
We put Rachel in the living room, she slept on the sofa and was quite happy with the arrangement. I worked permanent evening shifts and hardly saw her. I used to get home around two in the morning, and she be gone by the time I woke up. Did not know she was there really.
It had been just over a week now. It was Friday morning in fact. I stirred hearing the alarm, I turned over and hit the snooze button. A second swipe failed to stop it five minutes later. I woke and realised the bedroom door was open and the alarm was a distant one. My wife had already left for work by the empty space next to me and I sleepily cursed her.
Bright sunlight shone through the gap in the already light-coloured curtains and along with pressure now on my bladder disturbed any chance of getting back to sleep. I slipped out of bed and made my way out into the hallway and headed for the toilet. I had forgotten Rachel was here. As I went into the kitchen, she came out the doorless front room wearing her night-dress that just about covered her dignity.
I checked the small lumps on her chest and our eyes met briefly. Her face was of surprise and she gave me a little grin as I passed her and went straight on down into the toilet. It was not until I reached the toilet that I realised my morning wood was proudly sticking out the gap in my boxer shorts. Too late to worry now if she had seen it, and by the look on her face she probably had.
I made sure it was back to being sulky before coming back out. Rachel had slipped a cardigan on and asked if I wanted a cup of tea and said she would bring it into me if I wanted. I did. I left the door open and slid into bed facing the door. I heard the kettle boiling and mugs being attended too. A few minutes later I heard her place the spoon down and she walked in holding my mug.
PART TWO to follow.
Rachel and Debbie were cousins of my wife and their sister in law Sharon had married the brother Mark. Rachel was the youngest, she like her sister, was slim and petit and had the facial features that reminded me of singer Kim Wilde. She was shy, softly spoken and didn’t say much. She was of school age when I first met her but even so, I checked her out when I could get away with it.
Debbie on the hand was very outspoken, older by three years and again was slim and petit and an inch taller than her sister at five feet two or three. She was pretty and wore glasses that made her appealing in a strange way. She was also very flirty around me but remained discreet with it. She made it obvious she was interested but it went no further, and I think she was just being a tease.
Sharon was two years older than Debbie. She had been with Mark since school and been together ever since. She was hot, very attractive in her looks and turned many a guys head. She was always bubbly and smiley and seemed happy in life. More recently that had changed, she was not her usual self, noticeably quiet and a little distant and she wore a put-on smile. My wife told me her and Mark were having a few problems.
We had been summoned for an urgent meeting, something had happened, and they needed our help. We arrived and found the house in disarray. We were ushered into the small lounge and I found a spare chair at the table. Rachel took orders for tea and coffee and still looked about thirteen wearing a cartoon character sweater. She was also wearing blue jeans with a white belt that for some reason got me excited and she had her short brown hair up. We exchanged brief smiles and I checked her out as she disappeared into the kitchen.
Then Debbie came into the room. She spotted me and we said our hellos. She was also wearing jeans and jumper. She went into the kitchen and started helping Rachel with the brews. Rachel started to bring the drinks in. She looked so innocent and sweet and I found myself scanning her body as she made a couple of trips.
I was having dirty thoughts wondering what it would be like fucking her seventeen-year-old pussy as she came out the kitchen followed by Debbie. I scanned between her legs and licked my lips then looked up realising she was walking towards me. I found myself flirting with her and noticed her face was going red. She shyly smiled and handed me a mug and as she drew close, I was certain there was an arousal aroma about her.
Debbie sat on the floor on a bean bag opposite me looking at me and her sister. That’s when two more people came in from the kitchen and obviously had come in from the back yard. Mark and Sharon, both looking unhappy. Sharon stood next too, but just behind Mark. I looked at her, she was gorgeous, short black bob style hair, pure round sexy face. She was wearing her bank assistants’ uniform of white blouse and blue blazer and skirt. She looked hot. Our eyes met briefly, and I deliberately flirted to make her feel good as it was obvious, she needed some cheering up. She half smiled then looked away.
The parents started to explain that one weekend the main water tank had burst in the loft and caused thousands of pounds worth of damage to the girls bedroom and seeped down through part of the ceilings into the front room and there was a lot of water damage.
My attention was drawn by Debbie, I had felt her eyes on me. I looked across at her, she was sitting with her knees under her chin and hugging them. She relaxed her arms and parted her knees a little. She looked at me flirting and spreading her legs more. Each time I looked in her direct she spread her legs.
I kept eye contact as she looked around the room as if to see if anybody was watching. Debbie looked at my crotch then down at hers and thrusted indicating the sexual act. I looked at her a little shocked. Did she indicate she wanted sex with me? Or just teasing. Well I thought, if she were teasing that’s fine but if she were serious, I would fuck her brains out given the opportunity. Play her at her own game.
I kept eye contact with her and smoothed down my trousers so she could she my semi erect bulge. Her eyes scanned down, and she noticed it straight away. She looked up her face thrilled. Our eyes questioning each other, she nodded, and I nodded in agreement. She looked away smiling as if triumphant and closed her legs with a hand between them and obviously touching herself.
Sharon must have seen something. She kept flicking her between me and Debbie. She had a strange look on her face. Debbie stood and made the excuse she had some work stuff to do and left the room. As soon as Debbie left the room, I caught Sharons eye. We held our gaze, I licked my lips and thrusted at her too. She seemed genuinely surprised. Her mouth twitched and she smiled in acknowledgement and seemed a little happier.
Temporary work had made the house usable but now rectification work needed to be started and it meant putting a lot of stuff into storage for a couple of weeks. It also meant a shortage of living space and the parents were going on a planned holiday. Could we take some stuff into storage and put up one of the girls for a couple of weeks? Yes, we could.
My cock twitched as I had dirty thoughts. Under normal circumstances if she were serious, it would be difficult to get the opportunity to fuck Debbie, but now, Debbie was going to get her twenty-year-old pussy pounded as often as she wanted and in my flat. Those thoughts were dashed when it was decided Rachel was coming. It was closer to collage and Debbie was going to Mark and Sharon’s as it was more convenient. Debbie not staying was probably best anyway.
We lived in the basement flat. Had its own access and front door. Nothing special, two main rooms front and back. A long parallel hallway that ran front to back with the kitchen next to the front room and the toilet and bathroom at the rear. There was a back door that led to an enclosed small yard and shed that used to be the old outside toilet.
We put Rachel in the living room, she slept on the sofa and was quite happy with the arrangement. I worked permanent evening shifts and hardly saw her. I used to get home around two in the morning, and she be gone by the time I woke up. Did not know she was there really.
It had been just over a week now. It was Friday morning in fact. I stirred hearing the alarm, I turned over and hit the snooze button. A second swipe failed to stop it five minutes later. I woke and realised the bedroom door was open and the alarm was a distant one. My wife had already left for work by the empty space next to me and I sleepily cursed her.
Bright sunlight shone through the gap in the already light-coloured curtains and along with pressure now on my bladder disturbed any chance of getting back to sleep. I slipped out of bed and made my way out into the hallway and headed for the toilet. I had forgotten Rachel was here. As I went into the kitchen, she came out the doorless front room wearing her night-dress that just about covered her dignity.
I checked the small lumps on her chest and our eyes met briefly. Her face was of surprise and she gave me a little grin as I passed her and went straight on down into the toilet. It was not until I reached the toilet that I realised my morning wood was proudly sticking out the gap in my boxer shorts. Too late to worry now if she had seen it, and by the look on her face she probably had.
I made sure it was back to being sulky before coming back out. Rachel had slipped a cardigan on and asked if I wanted a cup of tea and said she would bring it into me if I wanted. I did. I left the door open and slid into bed facing the door. I heard the kettle boiling and mugs being attended too. A few minutes later I heard her place the spoon down and she walked in holding my mug.
PART TWO to follow.
