"Ooops!" Sandy said as she retreated into the hall, "I thought you were still in bed."
Bob was seated at the kitchen table with his back to the hallway door. At the sound of his cousin's voice he turned. "Still in bed," he asked, "At 9:30 ... why would you think that?"
Sandy was mostly hidden behind the door frame. "Well uh ... your bedroom door was closed, so I just assumed -"
Bob's parents had recently relocated to another city and Bob had moved in with Sandy, (his cousin), and her aunt, (who was also his aunt), until he finished his senior year in high school. "Bad assumption," he said, "And why are you hiding in the hall? Come and have some pancakes. I made enough for both of us."
Sandy, at sixteen, was a year younger than Bob, and although she had been trying to treat him as family and not be overly concerned about her dress around him, she still had concerns, particularly when she and Bob were alone in the house, as they were now. "Uh, yeah, well, I'm not wearing much, just panties and a bra. I need to put something more on."
"Right, like I haven't already seen you in less," Bob snapped, "For Chrissake, Sandy, I've even seen you practically naked, now get in here!"
Sandy had been swimming topless with Bob and had been dressed for bed while watching late night television with him. Still she persisted, "I think I ought to put on something a little less revealing."
"Ought to? Who says," Bob asked, "Aunt Anita surely wouldn't think you ought to."
Anita had become Sandy's legal guardian when Sandy was orphaned by a plane crash that killed both of her parents. Anita was twenty-eight and pretty open about sexual matters. Generally she encouraged Sandy to be the same way. "Right," replied Sandy, "But she did tell me to be careful when it was just you and me."
"Hey, we talked about that. You wanted to be my sexy sister and have me as your protective big brother. I promised I would never let anything happen to you, and I meant it."
"You still promise then?"
"Of course, now come have some breakfast."
"If you're sure."
"I'm sure. Come sit down."
Sandy walked slowly back into the kitchen and sat down across from Bob who looked her over carefully while letting out a long, low whistle.
"Hey, you promised," Sandy snapped.
"I promised nothing would happen to you. I didn't promise I wouldn't enjoy looking. I mean, Jesus, that has got to be the skimpiest bra and panties set I've ever seen."
"Oh ... you've seen a lot then, I guess."
"Uh, well ... and such a gorgeous body, and I let you talk me into that stupid promise -"
"Yeah, well if you hadn't made that stupid promise there is no way I would be sitting here like this."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd find some excuse. You know you like it as much as me."
"Well, whatever," smiled Sandy, quietly accepting Bob's judgment. "I guess if I'm going to eat I better get a plate and silver." Sandy got up to retrieve the necessary items from the dishwasher. Bob's eyes zeroed in on her panties, a very skimpy bikini style in white cotton. While not see-through, they were tight enough to showcase a nice outline of what some might refer to as her 'camel-toe'.
When she turned her back to him he saw just how skimpy the panties really were. There was a small strip of cloth covering the crack in her butt, however her ass-cheeks were almost entirely bare. Bob adjusted the growing appendage in his shorts.
As Sandy sat down to the table she saw with considerable satisfaction that she had her cousin's full attention. Over the last few weeks she had learned that it excited her to expose her supposed-to-be-covered parts to Bob and his friends, especially Charlie. "You know, I'm sorta interested in your friend Charlie..."
"Do you think he's interested in me?"
"How could he not be interested?" Bob looked across the table at his near-naked cousin. The bra Sandy wore, in spite of being nearly transparent, still covered only a small part of her breasts. The breasts themselves were exquisitely shaped and looked fairly substantial, but considering Sandy's petite size, were likely only a 'B', certainly no more than a 'C'. "I mean, why do you think he comes over here so much?" Bob added.
"Really? You think he likes me, then?"
"Oh for sure, you're all he talks about."
"And what does he say?"
"Uhm ... I'm not sure I should say ... but it's all good!"
"I think I can imagine some of it ... but, do you think he wants to kiss me."
Bob was startled by the question but managed to respond, "Well, yeah, I'm sure he does."
"Huh," Bob replied, not sure he had heard correctly.
"Do you want to kiss me, too," Sandy patiently and clearly asked.
"But I'm your brother ... er cousin ... er whatever," Bob stammered, "I'm not supposed to want to kiss you ... at least not the way I think you mean."
"But would you anyway," Sandy asked again.
Bob wasn't sure how he was expected to answer. He evaded with, "But, what about Charlie"
Sandy dealt with the evasion patiently, "As you know, he's gone someplace with his father for a couple of weeks."
"So wait until he gets back."
"I could but I wanted to be all practiced up when he gets back."
Sandy was the stuff that wet-dreams were made of but apparently hadn't even been kissed yet. "Practiced up?" Bob asked with a tone of obvious disbelief, "You mean -"
"Right, I've never kissed a boy before and I want to be sure and do it right. Will you teach me?"
Bob was still not believing what he was hearing. "Teach you? You want me to teach you how to kiss?"
"Yeah," Sandy said, drawing the word out as if it had at least two syllables, maybe even three, "That is. if you can forget about that cousin and brother stuff."
"But I can't," Bob protested. "I told you I would keep the promise even if you said I didn't have to."
"Right, but that was about keeping me a virgin. I never said we couldn't kiss."
It was finally registering with Bob that Sandy really did want him to kiss her, but he didn't want to sound as anxious as he really was. He responded as if it was a chore, "Oh ... well, if you're sure."
"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't sure. Does that mean your answer is yes?"
The bulge in Bob's pants grew as he imagined a hot 'make-out' session with his gorgeous cousin. Bob was definitely willing but he answered cautiously, "Uh, yeah ... sure, uh, when did you want to do this?"
That would work for Bob. He would have time to masturbate privately before starting, (necessary to keep from shooting off in his pants), spend some time practicing with his hot cousin, and still get to work on time. Trying to hide his anxiousness, and anxiety, Bob carefully replied, "Yes, I think that's doable. I'll get ready for work while you finish your breakfast." He got up from the table and headed down the hall.
Bob went straight to the hall bathroom. With one hand he locked the door while the other undid the buttons on his shorts. Pushing his pants down was almost painful as he yanked them over his erect member. As his pants and undershorts dropped to his ankles he lay down on the cold tile floor and wrapped his hand around his cock.
Bob visualized a hot make out session with his practically naked cousin. He imagined having his hands on her bare ass-cheeks and pressing his cock between her legs. He still could not believe Sandy had actually asked him to 'teach' her how to kiss. He shot his load while dizzily imagining the possibilities.
In the kitchen, Sandy thought about what she was about to do and how she was dressed. Sure it would be fun making out with Bob, dressed as she was in nothing but bra and panties, and he had promised, but still ... she had seen how Bob was looking at her this morning and it would be too easy for it to get out of hand ... no, she better put some clothes on.
As Bob came out of the bathroom he ran into Sandy en-route to her room. "Uh ... I'm ready anytime you are, just needed to brush my teeth." Wearing shorts and a t-shirt, Bob was already dressed for his summer job.
Sandy saw the way Bob was looking at her and knew she had made the right decision. "I'm going to put on some clothes ... so we don't forget it's just practice."
Bob was disappointed, but at the same time relieved. He had been worried about keeping his promise. "Uh ... probably a good idea. I'll be in the den but don't take too long. I still have to get to work."
"Right," Sandy replied as she continued down the hall, "I'll just be a minute or two."
It was more like ten minutes before Sandy showed up in the den. She had had difficulty in deciding what to wear. She didn't want to provide too much temptation but on the other hand didn't want to wear something she wouldn't wear, if it were actually Charlie instead of her cousin, that was waiting in the den.
When she did finally get there, Bob was nervously looking at his watch, realizing it was getting close to the time he needed to be leaving. Bob stood as she came into the room.
"Sorry it took so long," Sandy apologized, "I know it's getting late but I hope we still have time to practice."
Before Bob could reply, Sandy closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around him. She had put on a blouse and shorts, covering much of the previously bare flesh, but she had taken off the bra. Bob felt her hardening nipples press against his chest. From a few inches lower her eyes looked into his. He bent forward and their mouths came together.
.... There is more of this story ...