Summer Vacation
Copyright© 2025 by D.C. Roi
Chapter 8: Cousin Kim tucks Tommy in.
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8: Cousin Kim tucks Tommy in. - Tommy Jackson, an 18-year-old martial arts-trained high school senior, is left to spend summer with his religious aunt and attractive cousin while his parents head to Alaska. Hoping to lose his virginity before senior year, he starts working at a local inn and meets Tina, a stunning divorced waitress, sparking a summer of temptation, growth, and emotional tension.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Humor Workplace Incest Cousins Aunt Cream Pie
Tommy was uncomfortable at breakfast the next morning. Aunt Karen, though, was bright and cheery, acting as if nothing had happened. The young man couldn’t understand how she did it.
Kim kept giving Tommy looks he couldn’t interpret. It bothered him a little, but she’d been looking at him like that ever since she got home from college, so he wasn’t too worried although he would have liked to know what his cousin was thinking.
“I’ve got to go shopping and run some errands,” Aunt Karen said as she sat down at the table. “What are you two going to do today?”
“I thought I’d work on my tan,” Kim said. “Today’s my day off.”
“I’d think you’d give a little consideration to skin cancer,” Aunt Karen scolded her daughter. “You know they say too much sun isn’t good for you.”
“Aw, Mom,” Kim pouted, “that’s a bunch of bull. How can looking good be bad for you?”
“I just think you ought to be careful,” her mother said as she poured some milk on her cereal. “What are you doing today, Tommy?”
“Ah ... I-I thought, maybe, I’d mow the grass,” he said. “It’s growing pretty fast.”
“Your Uncle Dave will like that,” Aunt Karen said, “he hates mowing the lawn.” Once more, Tommy was startled by her coolness. How could she be so calm and matter-of-fact after what they’d done?
After the dishes were cleaned up, Aunt Karen left to do her errands. Tommy went out to the garage, got out the mower, and started mowing. He’d been at it a little while when Kim came out. Tommy saw her and almost ran the mower into a bush. His cousin’s swimsuit wasn’t much more than black triangles of cloth connected by thin straps. It barely covered her ample breasts and a tiny triangle of black covered her pussy. Thin colored bands ran over her wonderfully formed hips to an equally small triangle of black cloth over her rear. Kim’s body was extremely well-formed and the suit left little to the imagination.
Kim arranged herself on a chaise lounge and seemed to go to sleep. Tommy altered the pattern of his mowing so he could keep his cousin in view. It wasn’t that warm a day, and riding the mower wasn’t hard, but he was sweating. Her body was incredible! It was even better than Aunt Karen’s!
Even though he’d seen his lovely cousin nude a few nights earlier, Tommy found himself becoming aroused by her partially-clad state. He throttled back the mower a little, to make mowing last longer. But, eventually, he finished. He wasn’t sure what to do next, and was pondering that as he put the mower in the garage. He turned around and jumped when he saw his cousin standing in the garage doorway, that disquieting smile on her face.
“You look hot,” she said.
“Ah ... yeah, I am, kinda,” Tommy replied. Why did she keep looking at him like that? It made him feel funny, as if she could see right inside him and knew what he was thinking.
Kim smiled. “Want a soda?” she asked.
Tommy nodded and said, “Yeah, I could use one.” “Actually...” he thought, “ ... a cold shower might be better.”
“Come on,” Kim said. She turned and headed for the house. “Let’s go get one.”
Tommy followed his cousin, watching the firm, well-formed globes of her bottom undulate as she walked ahead of him. That view did nothing to lessen the sexual tension building inside him. He wondered if his cousin had any idea of the powerful effect she had on him.
When they got to the kitchen, Kim got two sodas out of the refrigerator and handed one to Tommy. Their hands touched and the young man felt a jolt.
“Not her, too!” he thought. “God, I’d like to find out what she’s like in bed, but I don’t have a chance. No way! She’s four years older than I am and sure as hell isn’t interested in having sex with me!” On the other hand, his aunt was lots older than Kim, and he seemed to satisfy her needs just fine.
Kim leaned against the kitchen counter and a warm smile appeared on her lips. “You’re going to be a senior next year, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Tommy replied. He gulped down some of his soda.
Kim smiled and held the cold soda can against her chest, between her breasts. “That feels good,” she purred. “It’s really hot out in the sun.”
Tommy gulped more soda and croaked, “Ah, yeah.” Was Kim coming on to him? He was too inexperienced to tell. He thought about making a move, but wasn’t sure what to do. He was afraid she’d laugh at him if he did.
“You like my new swimsuit?” Kim asked. She straightened up and turned so Tommy could see all of it.
He gulped and said, “Ah ... um ... yeah, it’s really nice.” How come his voice sounded funny?
“Mom had a conniption when she saw it,” Kim said. “She’s such a prude.”
“If you only knew,” Tommy thought as his eyes caressed his cousin’s stunning body.
“I wish she and Daddy got along better,” Kim continued, “she didn’t used to be so stuffy and into all that religious crap when she was getting laid regularly.”
“Ah...” Tommy murmured. He felt his face reddening. “Um ... I wouldn’t know anything about that.”
“It’s true,” Kim said. She leaned against the counter again. The movement thrust her breasts out and Tommy could see the outline of her nipples through the suit.
“Her breasts are even better than her mom’s!” the young man mused as he ogled his gorgeous, sexy cousin.
“It’s a known fact that people who get laid regularly are more mellow,” Kim said, giving Tommy that smile again. “Believe me, cousin, regular orgasms are good for you.”
“Um, OK, yeah ... I-I guess so,” Tommy replied. He couldn’t believe the conversation they were having. They were standing in the kitchen, discussing orgasms. And Kim seemed so calm about it.
“Are you still a virgin, Tommy?” Kim asked. His cousin’s question caught the young man off-guard.
“Me...?” he shook his head and struggled to find the right words, “Ah ... no, I’m ... I’m not.”
Smiling warmly, Kim moved close to him, then touched his face with a soft hand. “You know, now that you’ve grown up, you’re kinda cute,” she murmured. “I wonder if you really have gotten laid, or if you’re still a virgin.”
Tommy was frozen where he stood. She was coming on to him! What was it with this family?
Kim’s face started to move closer and closer to Tommy’s, as if she were going to kiss him. Then the phone rang. “Shit,” Kim said, and flounced off to answer it.
“Yeah,” Tommy heard her say. “I got home Saturday.” She paused. “No, I’m not doing anything right now, I work down at the mall, but today’s my day off.” Another pause. “Sure, I’d love to go to the beach with you.” She giggled. “Raymond, stop that! OK, I’ll see you in about fifteen minutes.”
She put the phone down and gave Tommy a smile. “That was Raymond Adams. He wants me to go to the beach with him. I’ve got to change. See you later, cousin.” A wink, and she disappeared down the hallway, leaving Tommy standing there, hardly able to breathe and sporting a considerable hard-on.
The young man sagged into a chair. “Jesus! She was coming on to me!” he thought. “If that asshole Adams hadn’t called, I’d be in bed with her right now. Damn!”
Raymond Adams was a classmate of Kim’s, a football star who had been a big man on campus in high school. His folks had a lot of money and he’d gone to an expensive prep school then to college on a football scholarship. Tommy figured whatever chance he might have had with Kim was gone, now that Raymond was in the picture. He sat there, feeling sorry for his lost opportunity. A horn blew.
“See you later, cousin,” Kim said as she ran through the kitchen, opened the door, and went out.
Tommy heard a car leave. Since there wasn’t anyone there to see the bulge in his pants, he got up and headed for his room. He flopped down on the bed and picked up the book he’d been trying to read and actually managed to do some reading. He read for a while, then showered and dressed for work. He skipped lunch because he knew Mrs. Dreisbach would have all kinds of wonderful things for him to sample at the Inn, and she acted so hurt when he didn’t try them. Usually he left work so stuffed with food he felt as if he’d burst.
He was just heading out the door for work when his aunt arrived home.
“Tommy, could you give me a hand with the groceries?” she asked. “If it won’t make you late for work.”
“No problem, Aunt Karen,” Tommy said. He carried in the bags stuffed with food and set them on the kitchen table. When the last bag was in, he turned. “Guess I better get going,” he said.
“Just a minute, Tommy,” his aunt said. She walked across the kitchen, took him in her arms, and gave him a kiss that curled his toes. “There...” she said as she stepped back, “ ... that’s for being such a good boy. I hope your uncle takes another business trip real soon.”
“Me, too,” Tommy gasped. “Ah ... well, I really gotta be going.” He turned, fumbled with the doorknob, finally managed to get the door open, and headed for work.
Tina wasn’t there when Tommy got to the Inn. He was surprised. Usually she was there before he got in. Then Rita Trimble, an older woman who sometimes worked as a waitress, walked in.
“Hi, Tommy,” she said. “I guess you’re bussing for me tonight. Mr. Dreisbach called and asked me to work. He said Tina called and said she wasn’t feeling well.”
“Oh?” Tommy felt scared. Had Tina’s husband hurt her the night before? He almost told Mr. Dreisbach he wasn’t feeling well and needed the night off, but realized that wouldn’t be fair, so he didn’t. Just the same, he was distracted all night. Once he even dropped a tray full of dishes.
“What’s the matter, Tommy?” Mrs. Dreisbach asked him while he was on his hands and knees, cleaning up the mess he’d made. “You aren’t usually clumsy. Aren’t you feeling well?”
“I’m OK,” Tommy replied, “I-I was just thinking about something else. I’m sorry about the dishes.”
“No problem,” Mrs. Dreisbach said. “Here, try some of this strudel. That will make you feel better. Pick you right up, it will.”
The evening dragged. The Inn wasn’t busy, and everything seemed to be going in slow motion. Finally it was closing time. Tommy rushed though the setups, doing most of them before Rita could help him.
Rita chuckled while she watched him work. “Must be you have a hot date tonight,” she observed, “you sure are in a hurry to get out of here.”
Tommy nodded and kept on working. “Something like that,” he said, finishing up. “See you later.”
He left the inn and ran down the street to where Tina lived. Her apartment lights were on, and he didn’t see her ex-husband’s car anywhere. He thought about going in, but wasn’t sure if he should bother her. Maybe she really was sick. Or maybe her little boy was. Maybe he was just being silly. He paced up and down in front of the building for a while, then screwed up his courage and went up the steps. He found the bell button with Tina’s name under it and pushed the button.
“Who is it?” Tina’s voice said over the intercom.
“It’s, ah, Tommy, Tommy Jackson,” he said into the speaker.
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