Cousins at Christmas

by Cotton Nightie

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Tear Jerker, Incest, Cousins, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, .

Desc: Coming of Age Sex Story: My cousin came to stay with Mom and me over Christmas break. I was in my first year at community college, but still hadn't found anyone I was comfortable enough with to trust with my first time. I thought we were just playing around, but I didn't realize I was playing with fire.

I never really knew my cousin. His family was on the west coast and he couldn't afford a trip home over Christmas, so he stayed with Mom and I during his college break. We'd met a couple of times over the years, but he was older and I was mostly just running around screaming and giggling with all the other little girls at family events. That was all years ago.

I was a little shy when he arrived, but he was kind and funny. Mom made a nice dinner that first night and we all sat around the living room catching up on family gossip. After I went to bed I thought about him sleeping on the couch, just on the other side of the wall and had a hard time falling asleep.

My school hadn't started Christmas break yet, so I was out of the house before he woke up. He was sitting reading something on his tablet when I came home. Mom was working crazy retail hours because of Christmas, so I turned on the TV and we hung out for a while. When dinner time came around, he just ordered some pizza for us and we played Mario Kart on the Wii.

We talked a little, but it was nice to just hang out too. I was also scared I'd say something foolish and ruin the mood, so I just enjoyed the silences. He seemed content with the quiet as well; it felt comfortable and warm.

I got up to change into my PJs and he went back to reading his book. I brought my homework out and we sat on the couch sharing a blanket over our legs. It was hard to concentrate. I kept looking up over my binder at him. Smooth skin, dark hair, nice features. The blanket started getting a bit warm and got even warmer when we would accidentally brush against each others legs. I was worried I was too stubbly from the last time I shaved.

As I finished the last few problems, I decided to give myself a pedicure. I reached for my nail bag on the table behind the couch and started filing and buffing my toenails. I caught him glancing at me a couple of times and realized my nightie was riding a little high, so I pulled it down and continued to work on my cuticles.

His toes were poking out from under the blanket, so on an impulse I grabbed his foot and twisted it around to my lap. He grinned at me a adjusted his position to make it easier for me to work, so I started trimming his toenails. He had nice feet, not too hairy, with the kind of squared off nails you get from using a cheap set of clippers. I cut and filed until they were shaped well, buffed them until the gleamed. He made a contented sigh.

At this point, his heel was between my thighs so I rolled over slightly to capture his foot and changed channels on the TV. He smiled at me, glanced at the TV and went back to his book. I stopped on one of the animated Christmas specials and watched for a while, trying to figure out how I could get his foot closer to my crotch. I settled for inelegantly scooting down and pulling the blanket up to my shoulders. When I stopped the bottom of his foot was resting against my panties with his toes next to my belly button.

I felt naughty, scared and excited. He didn't appear to notice or care, so I settled in to watch the show and enjoy the sensation of pressure against my mons. Eventually he shifted his position, which caused his foot to move slightly, but he didn't pull it away completely. Despite my apparent concentration on Santa and friends, my focus was solely on what was happening under the covers.

I leaned back against the arm rest and opened my legs slightly, leaning one knee against the back of the couch. This allowed me to rock my leg slowly, which caused his heel to rub against my mons. It was heavenly while it lasted. Mom came home eventually, and we both stretched while sitting up straight. We all ate a late snack, chatted for a while and I reluctantly went to bed.

As I lay there I was astonished at my own boldness. I would never have done these kinds of things with any of the guys I knew. I found myself imagining his strong hands touching me as my fingers slid under the edge of my panties. I rubbed until I felt my release coming, then held my breath as I came, hoping no one would hear me writhing on my sheets. My hair was damp by the time I stopped and my panties were wet all the way through.

The next day was the same routine, but I did tell some of my friends about my cousin while at school. I came home excited, but was disappointed to find him gone. I plopped on the couch and started in on my homework. After a while I heard him come in with groceries. He smiled at me and we chatted for a bit as he put things away. He pulled out a pot and a frying pan and started making dinner for us. I came in to help clean and chop, but mostly to be close to him.

Mom was home early that night and was happy with our initiative. While she changed, I set the table and we all ate a nice meal of pasta, veggies and chicken. After eating we sat in the living room for a while, him on his tablet, me on my phone and Mom watching TV. I secretly took pictures of him and saved them for later. He was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, but he was yummy.

Mom eventually went to bed and I yawned as well, but I had no intention of going to sleep. After Mom was gone, I got up and changed into my pajamas, this time a silky satin top and loose satin pants. When I got back to the living room he was sitting with the blanket over his legs watching some video on his tablet.

I plopped down on the couch and he grinned at me with a cute half smile. Then he reached down to his backpack and pulled out a small vial, opened it and began to rub his hands quickly back and forth. A light scent of sandalwood filled the room and he took one of my feet in his warm hands. I pulled the blanket up over my other leg and slid down to be closer to him.

He smoothed the warm oil over my feet and began to firmly work out the ball, arch and heel. I felt like I was turning into a puddle of goo. I shut my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. He started with one foot, moved up to my calf and worked out knots of tension I didn't even know I had.

When he finished with one foot, I rolled over on my stomach, keeping the blanket over my waist. He worked the other foot over and finally put down both feet to focus on the calves, working them together at the same time. His hands were warm from the friction and his strong fingers left a tingling ache. While he was concentrating on my calves, my right hand, which was underneath me, slowly moved to the waistband of my PJs. I carefully slipped my fingers into my panties and drew lazy circles in my wetness.

He was working his way past my knees, pushing my loose pajama legs up out of the way. When he reached my thighs, he stopped to get more oil and I bit my lip to keep from moaning when he started again. No one had ever touched me like this before and the tempo of my fingers increased involuntarily. I hoped he didn't see what I was doing, but at this point I was past caring. I had to bite into the couch pillow to remain quiet at the last.

He continued to rub long strokes from my thighs to my toes for some time while I carefully pulled my hand out of my pajama bottoms. I was so utterly spent that I must have fallen asleep. The next thing I knew was that he was carrying me to my bed. I curled up in his arms and put my cheek on his chest. He kissed my forehead after he put me in bed, covering me with my blanket. My last memory was the hallway light going out as he went back to the couch.

I awoke startled. I had a moment of disorientation, then remembered what happened the night before. I touched my forehead where he kissed me. What the hell was I doing?

I resolved to stop before I lost control of myself and did something I'd regret. I went to school, focused on my work, ignored my friends, forcing stray thoughts away. I would not give in. I arranged to go Christmas shopping with some friends to avoid being alone with him. I ate dinner at the mall and bought a few small items for gifts. I stopped by to see Mom where she worked and waited until she got off so we could go home together.

We arrived home to the lovely aroma of a pot roast. The house had been cleaned and dinner was on the table. There were flowers in a vase on the table and a pie cooling on the buffet. I felt bad that I left him to do all this by himself while I was out shopping and avoiding him.

Dinner was amazing. The conversation pleasant and amusing. There seemed to be no indication of tension, sexual or otherwise. The apple pie was delicious. Afterwards, we returned to the living room and played Wii bowling. Mom yawned. I yawned. We all went to bed ... damn. Why was I so mad?

The next day I found out why I was mad when my monthly visitor made its appearance. I took ibuprofen, dragged my butt through the day, staggered home and arrived grumpy and crampy. I took a shower because I always feel icky, put a diaper sized pad in my granny panties and put on a flannel nightie at 4 in the afternoon.

He asked if I was okay and, despite my embarrassment, I told him. He nodded, but made no other comment. Mom was working late again, but I didn't have to worry about anything happening, so I just played with my phone and watched TV. The cramps got worse and I was moving uncomfortably when he asked if he could do anything to help. I laughed. He said he knew something that might help if I would let him touch my stomach. I felt a little butterfly in there at the thought, but I felt so uncomfortable, so icky, that I'd agree to almost anything to get some relief.

He went to the bathroom and got a towel, the heating pad and a pillow from my room. He made me lay down on the carpet on my side, with my knees pulled up. Then he put the pillow under my head and had me hug it. He knelt down at my lower back and got the sandalwood oil again, warming his hands up. It already felt better just lying this way, but when he lifted my nightie and began to massage my stomach I could have wept. It was a firm, but gentle kneading of the lower stomach, which seemed to suspend the cramps almost immediately.

He rubbed from the top of my panties to just below my breasts, careful not to tickle or cause me to tense up. His knees at my back kept me from sliding away and the fact that my knees were raised kept all my muscles loosened. The knot of tension in my stomach melted away under his sure fingers, then the warmth started spreading again going from an ache to a need.

I whispered, "Please. Your fingers, please." and he seemed to know what I meant and what I needed. He placed the towel behind me and rolled me onto my back, still massaging with his right hand. He wiped his left hand off carefully, and pulled a small blue and white tube out of his bag by the couch. He rubbed some of the clear lotion on his fingers and then rubbed them together to warm it. Then he lifted the edge of my panties and slid his gooey fingers down as I moved my legs apart to give him access.

It was a bit of a shock to feel someone else do something that only I had ever done, and knowing that I was not clean bothered me. Then his slick fingers moved my hairs apart and slipped into me, my whole body shuddered. He began to trace around, between my lips, and I arched my back towards him. He slipped a single finger all the way inside me as his thumb put subtle pressure on my furry mons.

His right hand continued to massage gently, his finger kept a constant pressure, as if lifting from inside. His thumb began to circle around on the outside. The tempo was slow, easy, little more than a massage. Then the thumb slipped just inside the wetness, enough to tease, then back out. Over and over again, not hurried or insistent, he brought me closer and closer. This was not sex, this was some kind of healing release.

My eyes were screwed shut, my arms tight around the pillow still. My breath came is clusters; three quick breaths, hold, two more quick breaths, hold. Small noises escaped me without my ability to control them. Until finally, without much movement at all, I cried out. His hands never stopped. The single finger inside me seemed to lift me slightly, and a sudden rush of liquid seemed to pour out as the release raged for one moment, two, pulsing and pulsing until I was left exhausted, weeping quietly on the floor. Empty.

He gently removed his left hand from inside me, and with his right gently touched my hair and face. The scent of sandalwood was stronger and I opened my eyes. He was looking at me with a smile, bent down and kissed me on my lips. It was a closed mouth kiss, soft and warm. Then he got up and went to wash his hands in the kitchen.

I could not move for a while. When I did he was back to help me up and walk me to the bathroom. While I sat on the toilet, he started the shower to get the water hot, and then left me there. When I was clean again, I walked out to the living room. There was a cup of chamomile tea next to my place on the couch. The heating pad was on and warm, so I sat down and placed it over my stomach. I could think of nothing to say.

He was reading his tablet again and drinking his tea. I just watched him. Every so often he would raise his left hand to his lips. I realized he was breathing in the scent of me still on his fingers. I smiled, shut my eyes and went to sleep.

I woke up when Mom came home and found us both sleeping on the couch. She saw the heating pad and knew what was up with me. She smiled, touched my hair and nodded toward the hallway to my room. After I got up, she tucked a blanket around him and turned off the lights in the living room.

I sat in the dark for a long time, listening to the heater rumble and the soft snores coming from the living room. My mind did not seem to work; I couldn't formulate coherent thoughts as my attention fluttered from one thing to another. There was a silly grin that kept appearing until I realized I was doing it again and banished it away.

My body was no stranger to me and I assumed I understood the limits of my own sexuality. However, I had woefully underestimated what a partner brought to the experience. Part of it was my experience with the bumbling advances of the boys I'd known so far. I now realized there were nuances to the experience that I'd barely considered, particularly regarding scents, pacing, the electric touch of smooth skin; all intensified what had until now been a fun, but solitary adventure.

I lay back and considered what would happen now. Before tonight he'd been largely unaware of my rich fantasy life surrounding him. Now even my body no longer held many secrets for him. I didn't know how he'd act around me or how I should act around him. Since we were cousins, our extracurricular activities should be forbidden, but if anything our family connection made him feel safer. Mom would definitely not approve. Until I got off the cotton pony it was a moot point anyway, so I closed my eyes and enjoyed a wonderfully cramp-free night of sleep.

The next morning I woke to the sound of a shower running. Since it was a Saturday and the start of my Christmas break, there was no reason to get up. I glanced at the clock and realized at this point Mom had already gone to work, so there could only be one person in the shower this morning. Now I had a reason to get up.

I barged into the bathroom noisily claiming the immediate need to pee. I heard him chuckle from behind the shower curtain. The toilet was near the tub, opposite the sink and mirror. I sat on the closed toilet and leaned to look into the tub through the gap around the shower curtain.

He was standing facing towards me with the water behind him giving him a misty halo. He was smiling, damp hair down in his face and water dripping off his chin. His penis was fully erect and covered in soap; I believe I caught him mid-wank because his hand was still slowly moving up and down his shaft. Being the first penis I had seen outside of a web video, I was struck by how thick and solid it appeared.

He noted my attention and turned around to wash off the soap giving me a chance to watch the water drip down his back, butt and legs. When he turned around again, he moved close enough for me to touch him, which I admit I was mad to do. Now that the soap was gone, I was able to see his slightly hairy cock and balls more clearly. I'd seen pictures, of course, and heard the various descriptions of balls and sacks, but when I touched them I was amazed to see how accurate the description really was.

The skin was paper thin, crossed with thin veins, and the balls seemed to pull and stretch the sack down. The skin was incredibly soft; as soft as my own inner lips, and seemed to be able to pull and stretch into any shape. I lifted his balls in my hand and they seemed heavy, pendulous things, larger than almonds, but smaller than eggs. I noticed when I actually touched them, he leaned against the wall and held onto the towel rack.

I ran my hands up his shaft and noted how smooth the skin was, and how firmly stretched it appeared. There were larger veins running all around it, but they made it seem strong and robust somehow, rather than knobby or ugly as some I'd seen pictures of. The head was like an angry purple mushroom and appeared very rough, but when I touched it gently, it was more like a fine sponge or foam rubber toy.

I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling a kind of strained smile and I could see his need very clearly. "Show me," I said. He took my left hand and showed me how to cup his balls, how to put pressure on the base of the shaft with my fingers while moving his balls gently around the palm of my hand. He took my right hand and showed me how to grip gently, moving the skin itself against the harder interior of the shaft. He showed me the softest spot, just on the underside, where the shaft meets the head, how I could slip my thumb up and down there. He showed me how to keep the tempo steady, but to vary the pressure a little with each stroke.

At some point he lost the ability to show me anything beyond his pleasure as his breathing became uneven. I kept a slow, steady tempo and he began to rock his hips in anticipation of my movements. It was a little like a dance and I began to stop thinking about it mechanically as my own arousal prompted me to try variations of my own. I was overcome by an impulse and leaned forward toward his shaft. Without breaking my rhythm I stuck out my tongue and licked him like an ice cream cone; one slow lick in that soft spot where the head met the shaft.

At once my hand pressing at the base of his shaft sensed a movement; almost a vibration. He groaned out loud and now practically hung from the towel rack with both of his hands. Seeing this reaction, I tried it again, this time licking from the soft spot around the edge of his head. A clear liquid began to leak out of his hole as he quietly moaned, "Yes". I leaned forward to taste the liquid and lightly dragged my tongue through it. It didn't taste bad, not too different from my own slick wetness that I had tried on impulse a few times.

That thought made me aware of the mess I was currently sitting in as my own arousal and menstruation mixed together. I slid to the edge of the toilet seat so I could stimulate myself a little against it. I timed my own motions with his hip movements and for a while lost myself in the moment.

He began to take more labored breaths and I opened my eyes so I could see the final result of my efforts. I noticed his balls were no longer sitting loose in his sack; they seemed to be pulling up towards his body. The clear fluid was now pooling on the top and dripping down his shaft, making my hands slide more than his skin. Finally, the fingers I had pressed firmly against the base of his shaft detected a twitch, then a flurry of pulses which seemed to move up and become stronger until the shaft pulsed rhythmically and ejected white, ropey strands of cum through the air to land on my hair, face, robe and floor.

For a moment I was surprised. Some of the cum flew as far as a foot away from his body, which I hadn't really expected. I was able to keep squeezing and stroking despite my surprise and watched in fascination as more and more cum leaked out and dripped over my hands to the floor. He was hanging limply against the wall and my arousal was still demanding more.

I slowly released his shaft and looked at the mess covering my hands. It looked almost exactly like my hair conditioner; white globs suspended in a thinner, clear base. It smelled slightly of bleach with a faint fishy undertone. It was sticky and clumped in my hair and on the fluffy bathrobe. When i touched it and pulled away, long strings formed between my fingers. He was looking at me with a gratified and peaceful smile.

While staring in his eyes, I raised one hand and licked his seed off my finger. His eyes widened and he slide down the wall into the tub making a sound like a deflating balloon. This, of course, gave me the giggles. Which in turn gave him the giggles, which absolutely killed the mood. The taste of his seed was slightly salty with a kind of bleachy aftertaste. It wasn't something I'd put on ice cream, but based on the effect it had on him, I'd definitely be willing to taste it again.

I got up off the toilet seat and looked at myself in the mirror. I had cum drying in my hair, my robe needed to be washed, along with the towel and panties from last night. I leaned back to find him still sitting in the running water. "Don't use all the hot water; some of us need to shower too."

That Saturday afternoon, the two of us went out for a while. He had already sent gifts home, but he wanted to pick out something for Mom and, I hoped, for me. He drove us to the mall and we wandered about from store to store. He was openly affectionate, which pleased me, but not too clingy or grabby. Some of my friends saw us, smiled and waved, but left us politely alone. I knew there would be many questions later, but I was not in the mood to explain something I couldn't even explain to myself.

I wanted to go into a department store he wasn't interested in visiting, so we agreed to meet up at a later time in the center of the mall. I watched him walk away with a smile, enjoying the view of his backside. I browsed around looking at everything and everyone with a slightly new perspective. Lingerie represented new and interesting opportunities, scents and oils hinted at the new experiences I'd just had and ones I hoped to have.

I didn't really need anything specific, but I did purchase some new panties I liked and a tasteful nightie that hinted more than revealed. I left the department store and wandered around other boutiques. I did run into two of my friends who immediately pounced on me to learn more about my dishy cousin. I kept things vague, but explained that yes, he was involved with someone, he was nice to hang out with but we're family after all. They seemed mollified with my answers and skipped off to share their new gossip.

I got a cup of coffee and fiddled with my phone while waiting in the center of the mall for him to arrive. When I looked up he was ordering coffee for himself and a girlfriend of mine. I supposed I couldn't get jealous, but for a second I would have torn out her hair for getting close to him. They walked over to join me and she immediately began to explain how she just ran into him and started talking. I smiled brightly and without any hint of anxiety welcomed her with a peck on the cheek, lovely to see you, glad you came, yes we're having a nice Christmas.

He was very deft at dodging her somewhat clumsy advances. They reminded me of myself just a little too much for comfort. I am sure he could have played me off just as easily if he had wanted to, but he had not. He took opportunities when she spoke to smile at me with what appeared to me a mixture of warm longing and happiness. I found that it echoed my own feelings about him.

At long last, my friend finally ran out of steam and made her exit, suggesting that we all get together for something fun on New Years Eve. We all stood, but he and I sat back down after she had moved away. I took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled and leaned back in the chair with a grin. We chatted for a while, finished our coffee and walked back to the car.

When we got inside, he started the car to warm us up. While we waited, we warmed ourselves up. He leaned over and I met him half way. The kiss started slow, but quickly mouths opened and tongues explored. The car was cramped, but he managed to pull me half into his lap, kissing my neck and ears, his hands cupping my breasts through my sweater. The pace slowed and the kisses lingered long, we ended with our foreheads touching and our eyes closed, breathing each other's breaths. Then we drove to pick Mom up from work.

Sunday was a lazy day. Mom happened to be off part of the day, so we sat around watching TV and playing Wii. We were careful not to give ourselves away, so no long looks or secret smiles. It felt a little like a spy game. We made a few family calls and a long Google Hangout with his family. It felt totally normal except for the continuous burning desire to lick him all over.

By the time Mom left for work in the afternoon, we had resumed our more typical position on each end of the couch with the shared blanket over our legs. I had shaved in the morning, so my legs were silky smooth. I thought back to that first night when I kept trying to get his foot on my crotch. Today he had managed to slip his big toe into my belly button without Mom noticing and had tickled me mercilessly.

When she left, we just listened to the Christmas music and watched the Netflix fireplace video for a long time. I was still riding the cotton pony, and, despite his apparent willingness to try, did not fancy my first time over a towel. Besides, the anticipation was an incredible aphrodisiac, and we had lots of other options as I discovered on Saturday.

He wiggled his toe and tickled my belly button again, grinning at me like he knew the best secret in the world. I slipped my hand under the blanket and began to rub his toes. He slipped his hands under the blanket and started to rub mine. I flicked my fingernail down the center of his foot to make him jump. He did the same to mine. I uncovered his foot and bent to kiss the top of his feet. He made a yummy sound, so I did it some more.

He leaned back as I reached over to the table behind the couch for some lotion. I worked it into his heel and ball where he had callouses. Then I pulled the other foot over and did the same to it. He was laying back tracing his finger around and between my toes while I did this. When I was done, he bent down and kissed my foot.

I pulled my feet away from him, sat up, and climbed under the blanket. He moved his legs to give me space and I crawled up his leg, kissing every hairy inch. When I got to the thigh, he started to jerk and giggle, so I pushed my way up to his face and kissed him. He reached under my arms and pulled me up entirely in his lap and wrapped the blanket around us both, ending with his hand under my chin and kissing me softly on the lips.

He ran his hand down my hair, touched my cheek, my neck, and finally wrapped his arms around me with a sigh. I could feel his erection poking me in the side, so I reached down to adjust it slightly. He made a yummy sound, so I adjusted it some more. I then decided I wanted to taste him again.

The couch was too small to maneuver properly, so I slid off on the ground between his legs. He had a twinkle in his eye as I gripped the elastic waist of his shorts, and he lifted himself slightly so I could pull them off more easily. Both his shorts and underwear came off together, which suited me just fine.

I took a moment to touch his semi-hard shaft and pull away any stray hairs from his thicket. He was well trimmed, but I didn't want to pull his hair. I opened his legs to be able to feel his balls more freely and by this time his shaft wasn't semi-anything. He must have been aroused for a bit, because he was already leaking a clear liquid.

I opened my mouth wide and carefully placed his head in my mouth. The taste was muskier than it had been in the shower, but not at all unpleasant. I was not prepared to go full porno and try to swallow it, but he didn't seem to mind at all. I slipped one hand under his balls and used my other to begin slowly stroking the shaft in time with his head sliding in my mouth.

I took the opportunity to look up at him on an upstroke. He had his head back, his eyes closed and his mouth open; a look of pleasure so intense that I was both rewarded and somewhat envious. I returned to the task at hand, reminding myself to keep my mouth fully open and my lips loosely touching his head.

His legs began to stretch out behind me and I felt him clench and unclench his muscles in time with my slow motions. A mixture of my saliva and his fluids were dripping down the shaft making my hand slip. I quickly wiped my hand and returned to the same slow rhythm. My jaw was beginning to get sore, so I let his head slip out for a few moments to let it relax, rubbing my thumb on his softest spot.

I watched my hands moving on the gooey, pulsing mess with a kind of detached wonder. Before this week I would no more have put a penis in my mouth than licked a toilet. Now I was actually salivating at the chance to give him pleasure this way. My own body was slick with desire at this point, but I wanted to taste him finishing in my mouth. I opened my mouth again and slipped his head inside, matching the motions of my hands.

I could feel him tensing and knew he was close. My fingers pressed at the base of his shaft were slick with sweat. I moved my fingers in a circular motion, careful of my nails. I had not considered how close his anus was until my finger brushed its tightly sealed door. I knew I had brushed it because he jumped slightly, so on impulse I gathered some of our frothy mixture on the end of my fingers and slid them under his balls to rub him there.

At once he groaned and I felt the quivering at the base of his shaft. His anus began to squeeze at my finger rhythmically, almost pulling it in, as his whole shaft began to pulse. At the second pulse, my mouth was flooded with his seed, but I started swallowing it as he pushed his shaft further into my mouth. The pulses began to weaken and his head became extremely sensitive based upon his reactions, so I carefully let it slip out from between my lips. He had a light covering of sweat on his face, his hair was damp and limp, but he had a huge smile.

Our mixture of his seed and my saliva was running down my chin and on my hands, so I wiped it off on the blanket. I put my head down own his leg and watched with fascination as his penis grew smaller and moved around seemingly of its own accord. As he cooled off, his balls began to slowly shift and move, pulling closer to his body as if for warmth. He had not moved and was breathing slowly, almost asleep. I covered him with the blanket and climbed next to him for a nap.

Monday was Christmas Eve and I was alone. He told me after our nap and cleanup that he needed to go do something, but was not clear about what. I finally got him to admit he needed some money, so while he was wandering around the mall he got a one-day job. It was driving me crazy that he wouldn't tell me more, so finally he just said, "Trust me" and gave me a mischievous grin.

I was fine while he was with me, but when I woke up with both him and Mom off at work, it started gnawing at me. As a result, I cleaned the whole house, finished all the laundry and decided I needed to distract myself with a long, hot bath. I hadn't spotted all day, so hopefully my monthly visitor was on its way out the door, and a nice bath should get rid of that last bit of ick that always seems to end up in the panty liner.

So after a light lunch, I filled the tub, dimmed the lights, put on some music and sank into water just shy of painfully hot. I soaked for a while, until the water had cooled a bit, then started with a nice exfoliating scrub. I washed my hair and left the conditioner in while I pummaced the rough skin on my feet. I rinsed my hair, then pulled the plug to drain the soapy water.

As I refilled the tub, I slid down so the water fell directly on my mons. I enjoyed the sensation as the warm water stimulated me. I held myself open to the water and found myself thinking of him using his mouth on me. I imagined him kissing the creases between my thighs and my soft, wet opening. I could almost feel his tongue exploring the folds of my inner lips. My fingers began to rub and move on their own.

The sensation was wonderful, but I wanted something inside me, some proxy for his fingers, for his shaft. I sat up and reached for a hair brush with a thick handle that had previously served me well. With the water falling on me, I teased the handle between my inner lips. It was a poor substitute for his fingers, but my imagination made up for it as I approached my release. I held my breath as it began, but my mouth was open like a silent scream for the duration. When I started breathing again, I panted like a long distance runner.

The release calmed my nerves and helped me get a little perspective over my earlier worries. I checked myself carefully as I dried off, but there was no sign of any menses. If he was just home, I'd finally be able to have him!

I fixed my hair nicely, put a drop of perfume behind my ears and in the hair on my mons, and got dressed. I picked one of the nice new panties I'd gotten, a bra that lifted my breasts to their best advantage, warm wool pants and a nice seasonal sweater. I looked smashing, if anyone was around to see me.

I sent a quick text to my girlfriends to see if anyone was interested in going shopping. I knew the crowds would be nuts at the mall, but someone had to see me looking this good. A short while later, three of us had parked, gone in, taken off our coats, and laughed our way through the crowds. Without spilling too many details, I explained he was doing some kind of job today. One friend suggested that maybe he wanted to buy a special gift, and I suddenly felt like a jerk for thinking all the things I'd been thinking. Of course, that must be it, and I knew someone who recently might have recently become special to him.

As we made our way to the center of the mall, the sounds of the season filled the air. The mall had a grand piano near the central fountain and they paid people to play it during the Christmas season. As we entered the central atrium, I looked down to see a familiar face sitting at the keyboard. I know Mom occasionally mentioned my cousins playing recitals, but I assumed they'd been like mine, where parents are forced to endure ten different badly played renditions of Für Elise. Here was his one-day job. He was amazing.

I gathered myself and pointed him out to my friends before they saw my surprised look. They stopped dead in their tracks, looked at each other and then looked at me in open-mouthed shock. I smiled and walked past them to the coffee shop nearby. I ordered a coffee, a bottle of water, and walked back to the adjacent seating area so I could watch him without him seeing me. My friends must have followed, because they joined me there, but I only had eyes for him.

He had a thick songbook of some kind, but he rarely looked at it. He seemed to be making up the arrangements as he played, with flourishes and improvised bits, moving from song to song in a seamless way. I knew his major was engineering, that he liked music, but I had no idea he could play like this. My friends were gushing, cute and a musician, he could play me any time he wanted, I bet he has strong hands. I thought smugly to myself, sister, you have no idea.

When he stopped for a break, I waved at him to catch his attention. He laughed when he saw me and walked over smiling. My friends sat up at his approach and he shook their hands and introduced himself. He came around to me and gave me a cousinly kiss on the cheek before sitting down at our table. I handed him the bottle of water and asked how it was going. He showed me his chipped nails and red finger tips with a sigh. He said he hadn't played for this long before and might have underestimated how difficult it would be to play for 12 hours, even with breaks.

My friends kept fighting for his attention by asking him questions. I sat drinking my coffee with a bemused smile and refused to rescue him. After about fifteen minutes, he checked his watch and explained he was out of time. He thanked me for the water, kissed my cheek again and whispered that I looked great. Mission Accomplished!

Both of my friends started to press me for additional details, asking how long would he would be staying, would we come to their holiday parties on Christmas, and did I know if he had plans for New Years Eve. I made no promises, but did promise I'd ask him on their behalf.

After we finished our shopping, I left to pick up some groceries and returned home to cook dinner. He and Mom returned late, laughing together as they came into the house. I had made a simple soup, with warm crusty bread and a salad of greens. Mom was impressed with my report of his musical ability and he promised to play for us some day. They were both exhausted, but after the meal I forced him allow me to fix his nails and massage his hands and arms. He practically fell asleep as I did it, and I left him sleeping on the couch.

Christmas morning always brought a certain excitement, but this one was special. I was so hungry for him, but I knew there would be no chance while Mom was home all day. When I came into the living room, he looked rumpled in the shorts and shirt he slept in, and his hair stuck up all over the place. The tension I felt when I saw him, but could not touch him, was both painful and delicious.

Mom had already brewed coffee, so I got a cup and joined him on the couch. Mom was talking to someone on the phone, sharing Christmas wishes. I sipped my coffee and counted the boxes under the tree; two gifts each. As soon as Mom got off the phone, she sat down under the tree with a big grin and started handing out the boxes.

Mom always insisted everyone take turns, opening one gift at a time, so everyone could see each gift. She went first and opened his gift; it was a beautiful silk scarf in purple, green and gold. I could tell Mom really liked it and she thanked him graciously. He opened her gift next and laughed; a set of pajamas. I guess she assumed he needed a pair since he always wore shorts and a shirt to sleep. As I opened her gift, she explained the earrings were handed down to her from her mother. I was truly touched that she would pass them to me, because I'd always loved them.

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