I was sitting outside on the deck of the pool, trying to get a tan. My brother was inside messing around with one of his friends, and I was ignoring them. But I did look occasionally as they could not see my eyes through the dark sunglasses and knew they were both checking me out. We were almost half-way through summer, and here I was single again.

Jeff and I had been an item in the last two months of school, but as he was going to be spending two months as a counselor at the YMCA camp, he suggested we allow ourselves to see others during the vacation. In other words, he wanted to be able to hook up if he wanted to while he was away. I snidely told him so, and he insisted that was not it. I then lowered my head and looked over the top of my glasses into his eyes, and asked if that gave me the freedom to find some guy to screw while he was gone, and he got mad.

“Jess, you just want to fuck around while I’m gone. No, you can’t do that, you are not a slut.”

Jeff should have known I was mostly joking, but at that moment I was seeing red. “Oh, so you can shag some camp tramp, but if I do it I’m a slut?”

“You’re a nice girl, nice girl’s don’t do things like that.”

Of course I came back with he would be looking for not nice girls, and things just went downhill from there. I soon left him at the restaurant and called my cousin. Chuck of course said he would be right there, and ten minutes later I saw his Toyota speeding across the parking lot. He barely turned it off and he was climbing out and stormed over to me, still crying a bit and sure my makeup was a mess.

“Where is he, I’m gonna stomp the little shit!” he exclaimed.

“Chuck, stop, stop! Relax, it’s OK.”

“Bullshit, Jess. You would not be crying if everything was OK.”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards his car. “Stop, Jeff did not hurt me, at least not physically. Please, just take me away from here.” He asked softly if I was sure, and I nodded. “He did not touch me, and will never touch me again.” He opened the door for me and I sat in his car, and soon we were driving away.

We went to the park by the river where we used to play as kids, and he held me as I cried and told him about the fight Jeff and I had. About his wanting to be able to screw other girls, and his reaction when I said that gave me the right to do the same thing.

Finally I was calmed down, and after kissing my forehead as I was holding him tight, I used some of the endless supply of napkins in his glove box and removed my makeup before he took me home.

So here I was, about to start my Senior year of High School, no boyfriend, and my little brother and his friend perving me in my bikini as I tried to get a tan. And I admit, I decided to have some fun when I rolled onto my belly and reached back to untie the top. I was pretending to read the book laying in front of me, but in reality I was listening to them softly talking and spreading my thighs just a bit so they could get a peek and my barely covered pussy.

After about a half hour of that I was at the point where I would either have to jump into the pool, or the wetness seeping out of me would possibly be noticed. I tied my bikini top again and picking up my book headed inside to my room. Where I was removing my bikini as soon as the door was closed and went right in to take a shower. Where I used the detachable shower head until I had cum three times.

I was unquestionably feeling the frustration rising from being single for almost a month after semi-regular sex with Jeff. I was even considering buying a vibrator, but I knew my brother had a habit of opening any packages that arrived and the odds of him opening it instead of me were too great to risk it. Then finally, I had an idea.

I called Chuck, and asked him if I could have something mailed there. He asked what it was and if it was illegal, I laughed. “No, it’s just something personal that I don’t want coming here.”

“Why not? Do I even want to know?”

“Oh, nothing bad. It’s just that Pat tends to open anything that arrives, and I don’t want him doing it is all.”

He said that was fine, and I thanked him and said it should be there in a few days and to call me when it arrived. I then spent almost an hour looking at various sites. And finally I found one that had two that should fit my need. One was a classical rubber cock with a vibrator inside. The other was similar, but also rotated and the end would thrust about two inches. I even felt myself getting a bit damp again as I watched the video demonstrating how it worked, imagining feeling it working inside of me. I ordered both, and paid for three day shipping. I figured that would be perfect, as I would have it in time for the weekend.

And fuck me when it came time to place the order, it would not let me send it to another address but the one the card was registered to. Obviously something to do with security and credit card fraud. So thinking quickly I had it sent there as a gift, and put Chuck’s name as the recipient. I even smiled as it came with a sampler of massage oils, vanilla strawberry and vanilla. I figured if nothing else I could give those to Chuck as a thank you.

On Friday just after lunch Chuck called and said a box had arrived. I giggled, and told him I would be right over. Thankfully Pat was out with his friends, so I threw on a baseball cap and grabbed my backpack and quickly walked the four blocks to his house. And when I knocked on the door, it took a moment for him to open the door. And it surprised me that he blushed when he saw me, and would not look into my eyes.

He led me into the dining room, and I was a bit surprised to see there were four boxes there and one was opened. I looked at him, and he pointed to the opened one and said that was mine. “What the fuck, you opened it? What the hell, Chuck?” He quickly picked up one of the other boxes and thrust it into my hands. “This one came with your name on it, and as you see I did not open it! But the other one, it had my name on it and I was expecting some packages today also and thought that was one of them!” And indeed, I noticed that the smaller box that was in my hands did have my name on it. And looking at the other, it had his name on it.

I immediately pulled him in and hugged him tight, apologizing for that. “I had to put your name on and send it as a gift. I’m sorry, I did not realize. So you saw what it was?”

He nodded, and pulled back and was still blushing. “If you see the other two, those are mine. That is what I was expecting, some video games. But don’t worry, I will not say a word about what I saw in the box, honest.”

I shook my head, and asked for a soda. When he went into the kitchen I peeked into the box, and it was as I had feared. Under some crumpled newspaper were two vibrators. Both clearly obvious what they were. I shook my head, and looking at the box it was rather plain, and just had ““FPP” as the name on the return address. And that was more discrete than “Female Pleasure Palace”, which was their actual name.

When Chuck returned and handed me a glass, I thanked him and smiled as I handed him the smaller box. “Here, this one actually is yours. Go ahead.” He smiled at me and opened it, and got a puzzled look on his face when he pulled out the small box with three twenty-five milliliter bottles inside.

“Jess, what are these?”

“Oh, for buying those I had a choice of a gift, and I thought you might like those. They are massage oils, I thought maybe your girlfriend might like them.”

He gave me kind of a crooked smile, and shook his head. “Well, thank you I guess. But Mel and I broke up a couple of weeks ago. Not like I had gotten anywhere even close to where I could have a chance to have used them.”

I apologized and gave him a hug, and asked him what had happened. He told me it might be better to sit down, so after removing what I had ordered and putting it into my backpack Chuck smiled and said he would take care of the box before his parents came home.

We sat on the couch together, and he explained that even though they had dated for almost three months, she was still holding him off just short of second base. That the most she would allow was him to caress her breasts, but only through clothes. I looked at him and raised one eyebrow, and he quickly leaned away and raised his hands up.

“Jess, honest, I’m not some horndog. You should know me better than that. But we got to that point by the end of our third date, and it went no farther after that. And honest, I did not even pressure her or anything. You know we went out every Friday and Saturday. And each Saturday I would make exactly one attempt to reach inside her blouse. She would stop me, and I would let it go. But the week after school ended I invited her over to use our hot tub, and she refused. I then offered to bring her to your house, where I always had a standing invitation to use the pool whenever I wanted. She again refused, saying she was not going to be around me in a swimsuit. And a bit later she told me we was breaking, because she was tired of me always trying to push her into sex.”

He looked at me and sighed. “I swear, Jess, that was never my intent! I admit I was wanting to see her in a swimsuit, but I honestly thought that one or the other would be something she might really enjoy.”

I pulled him close and held him, saying that I believed him. “Honest, we have known each other all of our lives, and I believe you. But wow, almost three months together and you barely even got any boob action? That’s almost unheard of, but knowing Mel that’s not surprising.”

He asked me what I meant, and I sighed. “Chuck, Mel is one of those girls that still claims that she is going to her marriage bed a virgin. Now she is not really all that unique in that, I was once that way myself. But eventually that changed to the man I would marry, then to more or less what it is now. But I know her, and to be honest I am actually a bit surprised that she even let you go that far.”

He shook his head, and I reminded him that I had tried to warn him about that. He chuckled, told me that while she would press tight against him as they danced, and sometimes even rubbed her breasts against his chest when they made out he always thought that might be a sign she was ready to go farther.

“Well, I would not call her a tease for that, I admit I do that also because it just feels good. I’m sure you like feeling breasts against your chest, we enjoy feeling a nice firm chest against our breasts. And I thought you might be the one to finally break through her ice queen exterior. But I am also surprised that you two lasted that long if that was all the farther things went.”

“Well, I was not going to break up with her just because she was giving me blue balls. Come on, give me some more credit than that!” I reached out and held his hand, and I did apologize. Then I raised my eyebrow again, and said that at least she had some impressive breasts to rub against him. And as I said that I held my hands out in an approximation of her DD sized breasts, obviously larger than by B cups.

Chuck thankfully laughed and slapped my hands down lightly. “Come on Jess, you know that ain’t why I was seeing her.”

I gave him a grin, and said that at least he had gotten a feel of them. And I about snorted out the drink I was taking as he agreed. “But even as big as she is, she always wore these thick padded bras. I could not even feel her nipples through them, and I know because I have tried to feel them. If I did not know better, I would have sworn that she wore falsies.”

I laughed out loud once the danger of spewing out the soda was gone and shook my head. “Oh no, they’re real. I should know, I had PE with her in our Sophomore year. I want to say she was almost a D then, and still growing. No, they’re real, trust me.”

I saw him raise his eyebrow, and he had the nerve to ask me if I could give any suggestions of other girls I had PE with that I could suggest for him to check out. I gave a couple of playful slaps on his arm for that, and he pulled me in for another tight hug.

I pulled back and we were both red from laughing, and Chuck surprised me a bit by reaching out and brushing a lock of hair that had some loose from my cap. He then softly said that Jeff was an idiot, and that he would have waited all summer for me if we had been together.

And the thing is, I could tell he meant it. I thanked him for that, and bent forward and kissed his cheek. And when he looked into my eyes, I simply could not help myself and leaned in again and kissed him on the lips.

What followed surprised me. After about ten seconds he pulled back, then returned and kissed me in return. And after that we spent almost an hour kissing. And it was actually nice, and he did not press me at all for more. We even used our tongues, and Chuck was one hell of a kisser. I could tell my panties were damp when we finally broke apart, and we were both breathing a bit heavier. “Jess, I don’t know what...” And that was as far as I let him go, and placed two fingertips over his lips.

“Don’t, it’s alright. I enjoyed it. You have nothing to apologize for, as I wanted that also. I just did not expect it from my own cousin. But let’s just leave it there, and think on it, alright?” He nodded, and walked me to the door where I gave him another hug and headed home.

And as soon as I was home I raided the kitchen drawer for batteries. And once I had washed my new purchases in the sink in my bathroom I was putting them to good use. And as I moaned softly at the sensations the turning and thrusting vibrator was causing, I was actually picturing my cousin. And feeling the tip spinning inside of me and stirring my gooey pussy as it thrust in and out was indeed almost exactly what I needed. But it was still not as good as a real cock.

On Tuesday as I went downstairs to get some coffee, my dad reminded me that Chuck was going to start taking care of the pool that day. I told him that was fine, as he needed the money. They had actually once lived across town in a house equal to ours in size. Then his father had died in an accident at work, and while the insurance helped it was barely enough to let them sell off the larger house and move into a more modest one. His mom moved both not only to save money, but by being closer to us it let her or my mom trade off babysitting easier. And until Chuck started Junior High he would walk home with us and stay there until his mom got home.

I was sitting in the living room watching TV when Chuck arrived, and he greeted me as he just walked inside like he always did. In many ways, he was almost like another brother and not just a cousin. I told him to go ahead, and that my dad had left an envelope for him by the phone in the dining room.

It was not like he and his mom needed the money, but he was saving to get new seats for his car and to have it painted. This was normal as for years in the summer he would do the pool for whatever my dad gave him. That even let him buy a junked car, and fix it up at school so he had a decent car. Not a great one, but it was a car and it was all his. I went outside with him and helped him remove the cover and he told me that this summer he was saving money to get the seats replaced, and to paint the car.

“Chuck, that might not be a good idea.”

He raised his eyebrow, and asked me why. “Well, right now you never have to worry about losing it in a parking lot.” He laughed, as indeed that was true. One fender was white, the other blue. The front doors were red, as was the hood. The rear doors and trunk along with the body were black. I still remember the spring we turned sixteen my dad would take him to the junkyard and the two of them would scavenge for parts to replace what was dented or rusting on the original one. And the interior was just as bad, with all of the seats mismatched.

“Well, it would be nice not to be laughed at if I meet a girl somewhere and offer to drive her home. Trust me, cuz. I love having my own car, but that thing is a pussy repellant.”

I looked at him and snorted. “Well, you have taken me all kinds of places in that thing, and it has not repelled me yet.”

He laughed as he went and got the skimmer and started to remove the leaves and sticks floating in the pool. “Well, you don’t count. You ain’t pussy, you’re my cousin. And most times you call me, it’s because you need a ride not because you are hoping to spend some time with me.”

I remembered the last time I called him, and went and gave him a big hug from behind. “Chuck, you should know that is not the only reason I call you. Like at the mall, I called you because I needed you. Not your car, I could have called my folks or somebody else if that was all I needed. What I really needed was you that night. I sure hope you don’t feel that way about my calling you.”

He moved his right hand from the pole and reached down and caressed my arm, and shook his head. “Actually, not at all. I was only teasing you there, I did not mean to remind you of that asshole. And feel free to call me any time you need me.”

At that I grinned, and I asked if he wanted to go to the river with me that week. He smiled at that, and said he just happened to be free the next day. And a few minutes later I was calling Jen and asking if she wanted to join us. I was kinda thinking she could invite her brother along, as he was starting College and was cute. That way maybe I could hook her up with Chuck, and I might have some time flirting with Mike.

But apparently I did not know that she had a new boyfriend, so the invitation turned into one for the two of them. Chuck laughed when I told him who else was coming and shook his head. “What, me and Jen? What, trying to play matchmaker for me cuz?”

“Well, maybe. That bit me in the butt though, as I did not know she had a new boyfriend. I was hoping she might bring her brother along.” Chuck gave me a grin at that, and put the skimmer back on the hooks as he went to get the test kit. And as he put together the pool vacuum I went inside and got into a bikini as it seemed like a good chance to get some sun. I also got a soda for each of us and laid out on the lounge. And for some reason I kept finding myself checking out my cousin.