Paul's hand shuddered as he reached out and traced a delicate line halfway between her throat and the top of her suit. It had edged down a little, and showed the indentation between her tits, the gentle swell of the tops of her developing mounds.
He traced the line of her collarbone. He moved lower, watched how her skin yielded to his gentle pressure. Her body tapered smoothly to her waist, then flared out again. The bottom half of her suit hugged her closely an inch below her navel. He studied how it pressed between her sleek, round thighs, molded closely to her flesh. He had little trouble visualizing her without the suit, thanks to the view he had gotten of her that night. He wondered about the color of her pubic hair.
Shifting, he slid his hand over her stomach. Her gut sucked in when he touched her. Her legs squirmed sensuously, and her back arched. She worked her hands behind her back, and, as he watched in astonishment, the top of her suit came loose.
"Touch my breasts," she purred.
Paul did so hesitantly. He held his breath, afraid she would suddenly change her mind. He gripped the suit top and slowly pulled it again, hesitantly exposing the soft swelling of her bosom. There was a shading from tan to pale, a fullness, then round puckery nipples.
Jan lay very still, her shoulders flat on the towel, her back arched slightly. There were beads of sweat on her upper lip.
Paul blinked and stared at her bare tits. Shyly, he slid his fingertips over one soft mound. He was amazed at its softness. Her nipple was rubbery and hard. His fingers bumped over it. A shiver ran through her body from his gentle caress, so he repeated it.
"I've let boys touch me before," Jan said. "And you're a member of the family now, so why not?"
"You like it?" he asked stupidly, wishing he could think of something clever to say.
"Of course I do."
"Is it all right with your folks?" Paul stumbled
on.He was still unsure what to call Aunt Lil and Uncle Joe.
Jan shrugged. The motion made her tit shift excitingly under his hand. "They aren't home, and won't be for hours."
Paul nodded. His cock was thrusting impatiently at his jockey briefs. He shifted, and the head poked through the fly. The sun felt very hot on the tip of his suddenly exposed cock.
"Mmm, nice," Jan commented, eyeing his thrusting hard-on.
Embarrassed, Paul tried to cover himself, but she stopped him. "No, don't," she insisted. "Could I touch it?"
"If-you'd like," Paul stammered. He looked down at his cock as she curled her small hand around it. It dwarfed her tiny hand. She squeezed, and it ached deliciously.
Paul slid his hand to her other tit. He pinched her pink nipple. He was amazed how hard it was, and how she writhed in response to the stimulation. He had a sudden urge to kiss her tits, and, bending over, closed his lips on one nubbin.
She heaved her tit upward into his face, and her fist tightened painfully around his cock. Her entire body writhed sensuously as he sucked on her rubbery nipple. He tongued it, felt it bounce around. Without really thinking about it, he moved his hand, stroked it down her belly, down over the soft mound of her cunt, pressed her knit suit bottom. The fabric between her thighs felt moist
and humid. He felt a hard arch of bone, and below that, a yielding depression which had to be where her hole was located.
He was still sucking on her tit, and her fingers were massaging his hard cock. She writhed. Her hips pushed, twisted and rolled when he cupped his hand over her moist crotch.
Then she released his cock, and he thought he had done something wrong. Then he felt her pulling frantically at the bottom half of her suit, dragging it down her hips, baring herself. The rough knit slid under his hand, and then he was cupping soft flesh and cushiony curling hair, and his finger slid into a slippery crevice between hot soft folds. Her legs kicked crazily and the last shred of her modesty went flying through the air.
Then she pulled on his underpants. He struggled free of them, felt his cock drag painfully through the tight fly. Her hand-captured his prick again, as his finger probed her moist cuntal slit.
His groin ached. He desperately wanted to complete the act. But he had no idea how she would react if he tried. Maybe this was as far as she would go. Maybe she would be willing to bring him off with her hand. He had no idea what to do. So, he kept probing and penetrating her hot cunt, kept probing her slippery rippled depths. He glanced at her face, hoping for a clue. She caught his eye, and rolled toward him hungrily.
They met on their sides, awkwardly. His prick jabbed into her soft tummy. Their hands were caught between them. He hauled his hand out of her crotch, grabbed her waist and pulled her tight against him. Her hand guided his cock to her steaming slit, and he nuzzled it into her hot opening.
"Wait!" she gasped when something blocked his path. "Okay, now, gently."
He followed her instructions, managed to control his youthful impatience. Slowly, he entered her, and felt her tissues yield grudgingly as he penetrated her. This was no quick, easy, unexpected penetration of a mature woman. This was the hesitant, exploratory probing, of a virgin, tough he wasn't quite sure what a virgin was. All he knew for sure was that her opening was tight, exquisitely tight, and that she was holding him off, giving him access to her cunt very gradually. He pushed into her, pulled out a little ways, then pushed in farther, out, and then in still farther.
As he got deeper, his instincts grew harder and harder to control, until at last he couldn't hold back any longer, and thrust the last third of his prick full depth into her velvety cunt. He paused, feeling the head of his cock pushing against the end of her pussy. His cock, was throbbing heavily, on the verge of spitting its load into her.
"Awww," Jan whined. "Don't stop. Don't stop! Do me, do me!"
Paul wasn't capable of anything else. He drew his cock out of her, then rammed it back in. Her tight, clinging cuntal walls stroked his prick to the flash point, and he began to cum, quickly and sharply, began pumping thick jizm into her cunt with shuddering jerks of his hips.
Jan knotted up against him. She squirmed and writhed as he poured his load into her. She ground her pubic arch against his as she reached her own peak and quivered in the throes of an orgasm.
Then their pleasure faded. She was all sweaty slippery skin against him as his cock retreated from her depths, leaving his jizm behind. They lay
tangled in the hot sun for a long time. "Ooohh, Paul," Jan moaned.
"I'm sory," he whispered. "I'm sorry." "What for?"
"For-uh-doing you," he answered.
"I was asking for it," she said bluntly. "It was your first time, wasn't it?"
Paul was struck dumb for a moment, then lied quickly, "Uh, yeah."
"Me, too," she informed him.
"Really? How come me and not your boyfriend?" he asked.
"I don't have a steady boyfriend," she answered. "Mom says I'm too young."
"But you said you've let boys touch your tits," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but they weren't boyfriends," she explained. "Just guys I happened to be out with."
"Oh."
"I'm hot and sweaty," she announced. "Let's take a shower."
"Okay."
They rotated under the cool spray, let the water wash the perspiration and cum from their young bodies. It gave Paul a chance to really study and admire her trim, perfect body. She had a youthful firmness and slenderness that appealed to him. Her tits were neat mounds, her pussy a patch of fine curling, reddish-blonde hair. It misted her slit but didn't hide it. She seemed equally fascinated by him, and ran soapy fingers over his cock and under his balls. He smeared her tits with thick lather.
Paul realized suddenly how much fun it was to
be naked. There wasn't any hassle to constantly keep his body hidden. Sleeping naked, and now this crazy, sexy session with his cousin, was making him enjoy nudity, and also making him aware of his own body. No longer was it something to be hidden. It was something to be exposed with pride.