Cousins get kinky

My Aunty Gin was great. Unlike my other Aunts, she was down to earth, spoke her mind and was fun to be around.

I’m 28, and single again. My girlfriend left me for someone else and I’m feeling pretty low.

‘Her loss Steve,’ she said, ‘you’re a lovely man. You can do better than that anyway. I’ve told Vicky the same.’

Vicky was Aunt Gin’s daughter. The same age as me, but I haven’t seen her for years. Since her wedding, in fact. Vicky’s husband had been a complete bastard, staying out late, coming home drunk. Finally, he had run off with a barmaid.

‘I always said he was a wrong un!’

‘How’s Vicky doing?’

‘Ask her yourself, she’ll be around in a bit.’

I heard the door open and stood up to greet Vicky.

‘Hi Vicky, great to see you’

She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. ‘If I’d known you were coming I’d have made an effort!’ She laughed.

She was wearing baggy leggings and a baggy tee shirt. Her hair was dishevelled.

‘You don’t have to dress up on my account,’ I reassured her. We’re family.

‘We’re a pair of rejects, aren’t we?’

‘Can’t think why,’ said Aunty Gin. ‘Your should every man in town chasing you.’

‘Yeah, well I’m right off men. They’re all bastards! Not you of course, she added smiling at me.’

‘All men think with their dicks,’ said Aunty Gin, ‘even you!’ She pointed at my groin. ‘You can’t help it, when your balls are full your brains are empty.’

I was embarrassed and Vicky scolded her mom.

‘Leave him alone,’ he’s not like that.

In truth I was like every other man, which is how I probably ended up falling for the wrong girls all the time.

Anyway, we chatted away about how shit our lives were and what bitches/bastards our exes were as you do.

Presently Gin asked Vicky if she’d been to the travel agent.

‘Yes, too late to get any money back, they said the only thing I could do was change the name if I wanted to take a friend instead. I certainly don’t fancy being in a foreign country by myself. But if I take Susie she’ll just want to chase men and I’m so not up for that right now.’

‘Why don’t you ask Steve?’

They both looked at me.

‘Err?’

‘Yes Steve, why not? It could be fun to hang out together and I won’t get pestered. What do you say?’

Well it was a bit sudden but between them they talked me into it. We had always got on well, and I fancied the break. Sun, sand and cheap beer with good company sounded like a winning formula.

The next time I saw Vicky was at the airport three weeks later. I knew the name of the Greek island we were heading to, but that was about all. In the check in queue we looked for all the world like a couple, rather than cousins. On the plane we chatted away and I learned that, like me, Vicky hadn’t been to Greece before. She told me not to expect too much: the place we were staying was very cheap. Her ex had paid for it and he was a cheapskate. When we got off the plane we were hit by a wave of heat, even though it was getting dark. The coach dropped us outside the hotel and we were shown to our room at the very top of the building. It was small and basic. There were two single beds separated by a small bedside table. There was a dressing table with a single chair and a wardrobe. The bathroom contained the toilet, sink and a very basic shower. On the upside, there was a balcony with two plastic chairs and a small table.

We unpacked. This took me very little time and I found myself very interested in her underwear as I watched her arrange it neatly in a drawer. She had brought at least a dozen pairs of panties for our seven night stay. She saw me watching and laughed.

‘I like to have a choice,’ she giggled, shutting the drawer. ‘Right, shower, food and cold beer I think. How are we going to work this? There’s nowhere to put your clothes in that bathroom, they’ll get soaked! I think even the towels would get wet!’

The towels were folded on a shelf outside the tiny bathroom. She had a point.

‘Shall I go and sit on balcony?’

‘That’s going to get tiresome, why don’t I just pass my clothes out and you pass a towel to me when I’m done?’

‘Sure. We can do that.’

‘I think it’s ok to wear underwear in front of each other, what do you think?’

‘I guess so?’

‘Well, you’ll see me in a bikini, and it’s not much different really.’

‘Okay then, agreed. Underwear it is. Let’s do this, I’m hungry and thirsty!’

‘Me too,’ she said. And with that, she peeled of her tee shirt and jeans and folded them neatly on the end of one of the beds. She wore white bra and panties and I liked the sight more than I should have done. She skipped into the bathroom I stood outside of the door and she passed me first her plain white bra and then the plain white panties, and then shut the door.

I heard the toilet flush and the shower come on. I went and placed the bra and panties on her pile of clothes, and then picked up the panties again. I felt like a really perv but I examined them closely, imagining that a minute ago, that soft gusset nestled against her vulva. Realising I was getting turned on, I put them back on the pile, and stripped to my boxers to wait my turn for the shower.

Presently, the shower stopped and I stood outside with a towel. The door opened a few inches and I passed the towel through. The door closed and then opened again, and she emerged expertly wrapped in the towel.

‘Your turn, pass me those and then I can get ready’

We swapped places and I passed my boxers out and had my shower. When I had finished, I opened the door slightly to see that Vicky was drying her hair. She was sat at the dressing table in a pale blue bra and panties and clearly couldn’t hear me over the hairdryer. If I fully opened the bathroom door, I would be able to reach the towels myself. I did so and started to dry myself, still with the door open. She switched of the hairdryer and stood up. I took in the beautiful view and forgot to cover myself as she turned to face me. Quickly, I held the towel in front of myself.

‘Too late, I’ve seen it now. Not bad!’

‘I always worried it was a bit small?’

‘Looked fine to me.’

‘Really?’ I said, removing the pointless towel. Now I wanted her to look.

‘It’s just fine. Now put some pants on, I’m famished.’

We dressed and went out into the street. She was now wearing a summery cotton dress and I loved knowing what she was wearing under it. We walked down to the harbour and picked a restaurant overlooking the beach. We ordered two large beers, and she impressed me by drinking hers as fast as I drank mine. A second beer and the food arrived. Then more beer, a lot more beer. I was beginning to feel quite drunk and was impressed that my dainty cousin could drink so much with apparently no ill effects.

I commented on her apparent impressive beer capacity.

‘I suppose I can take my beer,’ she conceded. ‘The only trouble is that it at some point it usually makes me piss like a racehorse.’

‘I think it does that to everyone,’ I replied

‘True, but it’s not very ladylike. It’s alright for you guys, you can pee anywhere and nobody cares.’

‘Pee before we leave then?’

‘Doesn’t help. Once I break the seal I can need to go again ten minutes later. Besides, I don’t need to go yet. Let’s have one for the road anyway. I’m enjoying myself. I’m so glad you’re here, I feel really comfortable around you.’

We ordered one more beer, paid the bill and started to stroll back to the hotel. Except we got a bit lost and found ourselves wandering along back streets that all looked the same. Predictably, I soon needed to pee after all that beer.

‘Me too,’ said Vicky, ‘we’ll have to find somewhere.’

There was an entry between two buildings and I followed Vicky down it, and walked past some large bins. We were hidden from the road, but not each other as I began to unfasten my jeans.

‘Hang on, I want you to hold my knickers for me.’

She reached up under her dress, and pulled those pale blue knickers down, stepped out of then and handed them to me.

‘Now turn around and keep a look out. No peeping!’

I turned around, holding the knickers. and there was a loud hissing and then trickling sounds from behind me. It seemed to go on and on, and I did glance around to see that Vicky was squatting, her back to me with her feet wide apart. She held the front of her dress up. in front of her but sadly, I couldn’t see anything. Presently, the peeing sound stopped and she stood up, giving me a full moon of her little sexy bum. She wiggled her hips and then let her dress fall back into place. She turned to face me. I offered her knickers back to her.

‘Put them in your pocket, I need to air dry. I told you it wasn’t ladylike!’

‘It’s fine, now let me have my turn before I piss myself.’

We changed places and it was a funny feeling adding to her big puddle on the floor. She made no attempt to look away.

‘I thought you said no peeping?”

‘I’ve already seen it, remember?’

I didn’t really care. If she wanted to look at my dick that was fine with me, and I had just had a sneaky look at her bum. All the way back I couldn’t help thinking about her now having no knickers on under that dress.

By the time we eventually found our hotel, we both needed to go again.We had a playful argument about who was getting the bathroom first. I lost. I had to stand outside while she not only peed, but used the shower to wash her legs because she had splashed them weeing outside earlier. Then I had to pass her a towel before I could finally get in and relieve myself. When I returned, she was already in her bed, covered by a single sheet. Her bra and the towel were discarded on the floor.

I undressed to my briefs and lifted back my sheet.

‘Are you sleeping in those?’ She asked.

‘Well I wouldn’t normally.’

‘I’ve told you, I’ve seen it already. I can’t unsee it!’

‘Do you like seeing it then?’

‘Maybe.’

‘Fine, have a good look!’

I stood right in front of her and stepped out of my briefs. I turned my hips right and left.

‘Happy?’

‘Yes thanks, nice willy. Now go to bed and behave yourself!’

This was weird. But we had both had a lot to drink, so I turned over and soon fell asleep. When I awoke, it was light. I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I desperately needed to pee, but clearly was going to have to wait. Suddenly feeling horny, and remembering last night, I reached into my jeans and pulled out her pale blue knickers and held them up to my face. I heard the shower turn off and quickly shoved them down under me and pretended to be asleep. I heard the bathroom door open and opened my eyes. Vicky was standing across the room with a towel. This was awesome. As she dried herself, I saw her boobs and her bum, and even the tiniest glimpse of her pussy area – enough to see that the area was completely shaved. How I wanted a better look. She went over to the dressing table and I heard her open her underwear drawer. When I risked opening my eyes again, she was wearing a deep pink bikini. It has string at the sides and string at the back, and she looked very sexy in it.

‘Have you been spying on me?’

‘No,’ I lied. ‘You look nice.’

‘Thank you. Now you’d better get up because breakfast finishes soon.’

I headed for the bathroom, peed and had a quick shower. I didn’t even bother to shut the bathroom door as there no longer seemed any point. She put a sundress over her bikini and I put on shorts and tee shirt and we went for breakfast. Then, Vicky packed a few things into a bag and we headed off to the beach. We rented a couple of sun loungers and a parasol and settled down for a lazy day in the sun. I found it a very testing day in some ways. When she was lying on her front she would get me to untie the back of her bikini top and apply suntan lotion. This made me very horny, which is not great when you’re wearing small swimming trunks. Also, when she stood up, there was a very obvious camel toe in the front of her bikini bottoms which my eyes were drawn to. I was perving at my own cousin and I couldn’t help it. I really wanted to see those labia so badly. I was going to have to find some way to have a wank before my balls exploded. But it wasn’t going to be easy. After the beach we returned to the hotel and showered again. Once again, I had to pass the towel to her so I didn’t see anything. Once again, I walked out of the shower naked and dried myself in front of her. This time, she was sitting at the dressing table wrapped in a towel.

‘Steve, we need to talk.’

As she said this, she pointed to the pale blue knickers she had given to me the previous night. ‘Where did you leave these last night?’

‘Err, not sure…’

‘Well, this morning they were in your bed! Do you like my knickers or something?’

“Well you did give them to me!’

‘To look after!’

‘Sorry.’

‘It’s ok, I suppose. No harm done. They’re just knickers. Want to help me choose some to wear tonight?’

She pulled open the drawer. She had a wide variety, different pastel shades as well as white and black. I chose a pale lemon coloured lacy pair with a little bow on the front. She reached out the matching bra and the told me to turn away.

When she let me turn back, she was standing in front of me with the underwear on.

“Happy with your choice?’

My eyes drank in the sight The bra was quite transparent and revealed the darker colour of her nipples. Once again she also had an obvious camel toe which made me yearn to see her pussy lips.

‘I see you are!’ I hadn’t noticed that my dick had begun to swell at the sight. ‘Put it away you dirty boy!’

She grinned as she scolded me.

‘Come on, get dressed and take me out.’

Meekly I obeyed. In a different restaurant, still down by the harbour. We ate and drank beer, and the beer loosened our tongues.

‘Sorry about teasing you earlier. I feel a bit mean now. I guess you’re pretty frustrated if you’re getting turned on by my panties?’

‘Well, I’m certainly frustrated. It’s been a while now. But you are a very sexy lady even if you are my cousin. It’s quite hard not getting turned on sometimes. I’m really sorry if I’ve offended you.’

‘Don’t be silly, we all have needs you know. I get frustrated too. Look, I was getting a thrill out of teasing you. It’s me who should apologise.’

‘Definitely don’t apologise. We’ve both been a bit naughty, but we haven’t hurt anyone. If you want to tease me, I won’t be complaining. It’s exciting.’

‘It excites me too, I’m getting wet now just talking about it! Earlier on, your dick started swelling and I told you to put it away because it was making me wet.’

‘Well, next time you make my dick swell I’m not going to put it away. I like the idea of making you wet.’

‘If I get much wetter I’m going to leave a puddle on this chair!’

‘Can’t wait to get my hands on those knickers then!’

‘I so need to touch myself tonight.’

‘Only if I can watch!’

‘Don’t be silly, I’ll wait until you’re asleep. But do you know something? I think I’ve dropped something under the table. Could you take a look for me?’

She looked down and smiled. I looked under the table, she had spread her legs wide to show me her gusset. I reemerged, deliciously excited by her cheek.

‘Now, get me another beer.’

We didn’t get lost on the way back to the hotel, But we did arrive back bursting to pee. She was in such a rush that she didn’t even shut the door. I was also too desperate to perv at Vicky and opted to pee into the drain beneath the shower.

This made her laugh as she deftly wiped her pussy and managed to pull her knickers up without me being able to see anything.

‘You’re such a tease,’ I complained. ‘I never get to see anything’

‘Just because you like to show yourself to me all the time, it doesn’t mean I have to. Anyway, I showed you my panties under the table, didn’t I?’

‘Yes, I liked that, it turned me on.’

She nodded with a shy smile. ‘I know, that’s why I did it. I like turning you on. Does that make me very bad?’

‘Probably, but don’t let that stop you. I love the idea that I made you wet, I’ve thought about that all night.’

‘I think you’re swelling again. Perhaps you should put that away now?’

‘Or perhaps I should strip off and let you get a better look?’

‘I think you are a worse tease than me!’

‘Only because you are shy. I think you’d like to tease me till I explode!’

She smiled. ‘I think we might need more beer,’ and with that she disappeared down to the hotel reception.

I kicked my clothes off and lay on my bed, wondering how much braver she might get after a couple more drinks. She soon returned with six bottles of beer and a bottle opener. My mouth had become dry and I think hers had too, since we both drained the first one straight down.

‘The way I see it, as long as we don’t actually touch each other then it’s just teasing isn’t it? I bet you’d love to have a wank but you can’t because I’m here, right?’ I nodded. ‘Well, I hereby give you permission to have a wank in front of me if you want to.’

‘What about you?’

‘Well, I’m not sure. I mean, I want to touch myself in front of you, I’m just not sure if I’m brave enough yet.’

Even the thought that she might touch herself in front of me was getting me hard. I began to massage my cock. Vicky was watching intently and it felt good playing with myself, knowing that she wanted to watch.

‘You’re so hard already – what are you thinking about?’

‘I’m wondering if your pussy is getting wet again?’

‘Yes it is. You have a lovely dick. I liked seeing it soft but this is so much hornier. I’m dripping.’

I’m now rock hard and wanking slowly so as not to cum too soon.

‘I want to see your panties again.’

She lifted her dress and then sat opposite me with her legs apart. The pale yellow fabric was stretched across her sex. It looked damp. I squeezed my shaft and a dribble of precum oozed out. She cupped her hand over the front of her panties and made a ‘mmmmm’ sound.

‘Are you nearly there?’ She asked. She was in grave danger of being sprayed at any moment. I told her so.

‘Can you wait for me to catch up?’

‘Anything for you Vicky.’

With her right hand, she squeezed the front of her crotch and with her left, she squeezed her right boob though her bra.

‘Aaah,’ she gasped, rolling her eyes. ‘I’m so fucking wet, you dirty bastard. Wanking over my knickers. Making me look at your cock.’

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