21 comments/ 121310 views/ 42 favorites Keira and I By: anonymiousiam I'm sitting at my desk, staring at my laptop, thinking of how to start this story. I look out my window, but the night sky brings me no inspiration, my wall just adds to the blankness in my mind. My folks are downstairs, chatting with guests whilst I used the excuse that 'I'm studying' to get away. I thought writing my thoughts would awaken something dormant within me, set a spark that starts the motor of the mind. I see that it is so. I have decided to record my thoughts here as I recall them, skipping nothing and telling all. Yet, I must warn you, my journey is not a short one. There are no 1 page stories in life, as if there were, what a bore it would be. If you desire to not know the details of my story, the very facts that stir the heart, then that decision is yours. If you believe that there is something you must tell, then by all means feel free to do so, and I welcome whatever comments you may have. Please, don't forget to cast your ballot. Let me not dally any longer. ................................................. It was 3 months ago when I started having serious thoughts about her. Of course I had payed attention to females before, but to her, not so. You see, it is taboo in our society to lust after one's cousin. I am the youngest of my cousins, there being 5 of use in all, and all the rest being female. My name is Joey and at the ripe age of 18 my hormones still fire strong. The cousin in question here is Keira, who is 22. Her sister, Ava, was still away in Germany for a university exchange program. Keira had been down south for 4 months working in a hospital for her medical degree, and due to it being a six hour drive away, had taken up part-time residency down there. It was such that the first time my family saw Keira since she had left was on Christmas Day, when all gathered at my place for the traditional Christmas lunch we have. I had to help with the barbeque on the day, and my attention at the time was just on that, making sure that the 'shrimps on the barbie' weren't turning to char. I was so focused that I didn't notice that someone had walked up behind me, I was more thinking about Tea Leoni than the prawns, considering that I'd just finished watching Ghost Town, but guys will be guys. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see who it was, my cousin of course being the furthest thing from my mind. Low and behold, it was my dad with a plate of onions that I needed to cook. I turned back to fry the onions, pushing the prawns to the side whilst I did so. "Not going to even say hi to me after 4 months," I heard. "Hi," I said matter of factly. I clearly knew who it was, but sometimes my split personality, a strong believer in the glories of sarcasm, gets the better of me. I guess I deserved the punch I got from Keira then. "Ow, that hurt," I said. "What. Your dainty little cousin hurt you." "Not you. I only realised how hot the barbeque plate is. And by the way, your being the same height as me (5'10") doesn't make you a dainty little thing." This time it was a slap on the arm. "Feisty today aren't we," I retorted. Of course I couldn't tease her anymore, so turning to her I pulled her in for a hug. It wasn't a long one that ended with some awkward silence between the two of us because she felt my erection pressing into her. No, it was just your usual hug between family but I did feel her breasts press into my chest -- they're not large, but enough to fit with her slender figure, I'm guessing 34C. "So, how's life been treating you?" I asked. "Not bad, but I'm buggered from the drive up this morning. Med is going good, and I just had this year's clinical exams." "How'd you go?" "Well enough to pass," she said, "and to get a high distinction." "Awesome. I told you I always had faith in you kiddo." As I stood there cooking and listening to Keira, I started to realise that she was pretty hot -- at least I think so. She's not your stunning figure with 36D breasts, an ass to die for and blonde hair with blue eyes. She's slim -- not bony but fit -- has probably 34C breasts as I guessed, dark brown hair, olive skin and hazelnut eyes. She was wearing tight low riding jeans, with a light yellow top that was see through to an extent when she stood in the sunlight, whilst her bra helped accentuate her breasts. We chatted more about life in general. When you haven't seen each other for 4 months there is a stack to talk about. The day passed on as it does every Christmas. After lunch everyone opens gifts that they brought for each other and eventually the music starts. Where the lunch and chatting may last for a couple of hours, the dancing and singing can go one throughout the rest of the day and late into the night. Most often it starts with someone asking me to play a piano piece. I've done up to grade 8 for ABRSM exams but after that I didn't have time to start on my diploma. Don't ask why, but my family has a thing for Irish folk tunes, and after I finished Ocean Etude by Chopin, I was requested to play Danny Boy followed by Molly Mallone. After I finish my act, my aunts and uncles start to get more into singing and dancing. At this time I usually take it as my cue to tune out. Needless to say I took a back seat row whilst the others got up. Keira, though, decided that she was bored of talking and got up to dance. Now, I wouldn't call what my family was doing dance, rather it was just tapping your feet in time and moving whatever limbs you could. The music of course must match the mood, and it gradually became more eastern like. Yet, I was quite content just to sit there and watch, particularly Keira. Seeing a girl's hips sway and ass rhythmically move is hypnotic to any guy, and I had to remember to be somewhat discrete as I was after all with family. The night did wind down and at about 1am the last of the guests left. After cleaning and stacking the dishes in the dishwasher, I went up to my room, ready to collapse on my bed. "Get a good sleep tonight son and don't forget that you're driving your mom and I to the airport tomorrow morning," dad said as he popped his head around the door. "Yeah, no problems. G'night." ................................................. I love my parents and all, no doubt about that, but why did they have to book the flight for 5am? Sure the drive may only be half an hour, but waking up at 4 in the morning, when you only went to bed at 2, and then having to drive is a killer. "You got any plans for the week while we're away," my dad asked as I drove to the airport. "Since it's Grandma's birthday tomorrow, Uncle Ted (Keira's father and my mom's elder brother) asked me to spend a few days up at their place," I told him. "Sounds like a good idea. Don't forget to give Ma the gift I left on the table, it's all wrapped so no need to worry about that," mom said. "No prob's. It's terminal 1 right?" "Yeah," my dad said. Following the ramp around, I pulled off where it said for terminal 1 and stopped at the drop off zone. "We'll be back in 8 days so don't get up to too much mischief," dad said. "And don't forget to ring us and tell us how things are going, all right," mom said. "Me ring you? You guys are the ones going on holiday," I told them. Hugging them both and seeing them go in to check in, I got back in the car and drove home, planning on sleeping when I got back. ................................................. Seeing as I was going to be up at my aunt's and uncle's, I decided I wouldn't bother with changing for the birthday now but wait till I got up there. Since we all had to go out for grandma's birthday, I felt that rocking up to a good restaurant in shorts and thongs -- flip flops (not the g-string kind) -- wouldn't be the best of ideas. Taking the only two good shirts I had with me, I went to Keira's room and asked which she thought would best suit the occasion. "Either would look okay. You look hot no matter what you wear," she said. Even though I may be close to my cousins, saying that much -- as innocent as it may seem -- had never been done. "You look nice in that dress that too," I said, feeling as though I must reciprocate her compliment. Even so, it was a nice dress and it hugged her figure quite well, showing off slim waistline. The feathery pattern of jade and turquoise complemented her fair complexion and rich hair. "Hold on," she said whilst putting on a doctor's tone of voice, "there was no trace of irony or sarcasm. I think you actually meant that and I therefore thank you." "Well, now that her majesty is pleased, I do beg her leave." Bowing as I said so, I backed out of the room and decided to wear the black shirt. The restaurant we went to was a Japanese restaurant that is well known for its teppanyaki. It was essentially the close family, and since my folks were not here, it was myself, Gran, Keira, Uncle Ted, Aunt Julie, Louise (my other female cousin), Jemima (my other other female cousin), their parents Uncle Phil and Aunt Amanda, and my other uncle and aunt, James and Heidi. We were at the benches which had been arranged around the central hot plate where our chef started with his entertainment. You need to remember, you don't go to teppanyaki for the food, you go for the fun. I won't give a whole description of the menu and my opinions as I could go on and on. First up was sashimi, japanese salad and miso. Next was the fried rice and vegetables. Whilst these were cooking, the chef pulled out his greatest trick, eggs. Seeing this, everyone's attention turned to him, ready for the start of the show. Taking eleven raw eggs, he tapped them on the hot plate to slightly crack them and then stacked them up one upon another. With everyone now ready, he took the bowls from the trolley and tossed us each one. I might add now that I had played baseball and cricket for some time, so my catching skills were sharpened. I was in the middle, meaning I was in the chef's direct line of sight. Asking us whether we were ready for the next round, he took his specially designed spatula and flipped the first egg off the top of the stack towards me. Thinking quickly, I brought my bowl forward just in front of me and caught the egg in it, making sure the egg didn't bounce or slide out. "Very good," he told me, a grin breaking through on his face and mine too, happy that I didn't spill the egg all over myself. He progressed his way around the table, each getting their turn, even Gran joined in too. There were two mishaps with eggs that went astray and landed on the floor, one because Aunt Heidi thought it would be smarter to dodge the egg rather than try and catch it. But it's all part of the fun of the game, and one of the waitresses spread some fine wood chippings over it and then broomed it off. Once all were done, the chef asked us who would like a second bowl. Uncle Phil was keen to take it up and the chef threw him another one. As we had returned the eggs to him, the chef had lined them all up in a row now. Taking a second spatula similar to the first, he asked if Uncle Phil was ready. "For what," Uncle Phil asked. The chef was enjoying himself clearly as much as we were and simultaneously used his two tools to flip two eggs at Uncle Phil. The poor guy didn't have much time to react and whilst he may a good effort in catching one egg, he was not so successful with the second which ended up splattered across his jeans. "It's ok. I have more eggs here," the chef joked. By now everyone was completely settled in and the fun and joy was building. I saw Keira, who was seated three seats to the left, was also enjoying herself. She was, I may say, looking beautiful. I couldn't sit and ponder though as I would miss the show. The rice was now ready and taking the vegetables the chef stirred them through, adding sauces to it as well. Pulling the rice towards the centre of the hot plate, he took a spare bowl and packed it in with rice, taking care to leave the bowl partly empty on top. Showing us the bowl, he spun it up in the air and caught it. Then, he took the bowl, looked at Ben, nodded at him, and then spun it through the air towards him. Ben was able to catch the bowl, but it was the wrong way down, and the rice fell out. Trying again, the chef took Ben's bowl back, refilled it and threw it back. This time Ben did catch it, and right way up too. We had to applaud Ben just for his good humour. The chef again did this for all of us, at times even putting an egg or two in the bowl with the rice before throwing it. The chef had started preparing the eggs into an omelette that was approximately three feet long by two inches. Taking the omelette, he chopped into two and set aside half of it for later. Now it was time for my favourite round, the Machine Gun. Whilst I may like this one, I prefer to watch, not participate. The chef asked if anybody was willing to play this round, and Keira not exactly knowing what it entailed said yes. "Could you please move your chair back," he said, "just a bit more... that's good." The chef took the half omelette he had and turned it so that the short end was facing him, forming a rectangle in the direction of Keira. "Could you open your mouth please," he told Keira, "you need to try and catch the egg in your mouth." "All of that," Keira said somewhat bewildered. Though, she still did what he instructed. "Not this big piece," the chef said and with that he took he two spatulas, using one to chop the egg into small pieces and using the other to toss these pieces at Keira. The speed at which he managed to do it gave the impression of a machine gun. Keira must be giving credit for trying, but of the twenty some pieces that were fired at her, only two landed in her mouth. The rest went everywhere, on the floor, on her dress and even some down her dress. It was hilarious to watch and even Keira was laughing the whole time whilst trying to catch the food. She deserved the applause she got, if not for her attempt. The chef too was laughing and after finishing cooking the egg, he served it up along with the rice. The rest of the night was spent with him doing tricks himself and with cooking the rest of our meal that involved prawns, beef teriyaki, chicken and fish. Whilst the serves were fairly small, by the end you're stuffed. Cleaning off the hot plate, the chef then spelt the words thank you in both English and Japanese using salt. We kept eating, drinking and talking, even after the chef had ended his shift with us. For desert, the birthday cake was brought out, a Schwärzwalder Kirschtorte (blackforest cherry torte). Needless to say it was divine, made true to the original recipe by a Bavarian patisserie nearby. With the cake cut and eaten, we made to leave, but not before photos were to be taken. Gran, being the chief guest tonight sat in the middle whilst all the others gathered round for a photo. We gave our cameras to one of the wait staff to use but as she had trouble with one of the cameras, specifically mine, I went out to help her. Taking the camera I told her I would do it and took the photo. "One more for good measure," I said. Instead of taking a photo of all though, I zoomed in on Keira who was standing next to Gran on my right. Thus, I did not need to move the camera at all, only change the zoom and therefore did not give away my real purpose. Focusing on Keira, not just her face but whole body, I took the shot. I had the flash on, so the picture came out great, made better by the dress she had on that stopped above the knees, showing her toned legs off and the low riding neckline that showed a hint of cleavage. I thanked the chef as we left the restaurant, kissed Gran goodnight and started towards Uncle Ted's car to head off back home with them. ................................................. We were all sitting down watching a rerun of classic tennis matches, best of all was an exhibition match with Mansour Bahrami and Henri Leconte. By we I mean my uncle, aunt, cousin and myself. In front of the TV there is a two seater lounge and a leather recliner next to it. Seeing as my aunt and uncle were taking up the lounge and Keira was on the recliner, I turned to go get a chair from the dining room. "Sit here," Keira said, indicating the floor in front of the chair with her feet. She put the chair back into the seated position as well. Not being one to argue, I complied, and rested back on the foot rest of the chair that had now been tucked into the front of the chair. Keira had her legs crossed on the seat, so that I'd have room to sit. The match of course was awesome, even though it was an old one. Whilst Leconte can be funny at times, Bahrami is the ultimate tennis entertainer. And in the fashion of all good TV channels, there were ads every 5 minutes or so. It was during one of these ads -- about half way through the 1½ hour game -- that I felt my neck tensing up and decided to rest it back on the chair. The chair -- conveniently or not -- is somewhat low, so that when I did rest my head back, it was resting on the seating part, not the foot rest part. Keira seeing me do so, uncrossed her legs to give me some room. "What's wrong she said," looking down at me and smiling. "My neck's just a bit sore," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Let me massage it for you," she said, scooting forward in the chair so she could reach my neck without straining her arms. I closed my eyes as she worked her hands on the back of my neck. I didn't want to be caught staring at her and thought that it was the best way to avoid so, and the comfort from the massage did play a part. As it was a break between sets, the ads went for more than the normal 1 minute stint, and thus the therapy went for longer. Nevertheless, when the ads finished, and the final set started, I said thanks and resumed watching. Keira, however, hadn't moved back and was still scooted forward, her legs hanging on the outside of my shoulders. Bahrami was now playing without the ball. It was a great serve he did, which Leconte was only able to get back by fully extending. The 'rally' went on for about half a minute, until Leconte hit the 'ball' a bit too hard, and Bahrami pointed at it in slow-motion as it came down just past the base line. The umpire gave Bahrami a point just for his antics. As another ad break started, I returned my head to its resting position. Keira was looking forward, not paying me much attention. She is hot I must admit, far from a 'butterface'. I strained my head back a bit further, checking her out I guess. It was then that I realised that she still had her dress on and I could see partly up her skirt because her legs were spread by my shoulders. "Your neck hurting again," Keira said, catching my eyes as she saw them dart away from her legs to meet hers. "Actually, I was just enjoying the sights," I said, being as honest as I could without being obvious. "And what may those be," she questioned me, giving me a smirk that told she knew where my attention was. "The ceiling as a matter of fact. It looks different. Has it been painted recently," I asked, with an inquisitive look on my face. "Oh, you noticed did you," said my aunt Julie from the lounge, taking me by surprise as I had forgotten that she and Uncle Ted were still with us. Luckily I had watched my tongue and actions. "No. Not painted. New lights. They're those halogen bulbs and so they brighten up the room more and show the ceilings cream paint, as opposed to those fluorescent bulbs which give it a yellowish tint," she explained. "It's nice," I said looking up at Keira again who had a smug look. "If only they were wider," I mumbled to myself, referring of course to Keira's legs. "If only what was what," Keira now asked me, this time clearly acknowledging that she had heard all by the stare of her eyes. Keira and I "Ah," I said, faltering for words. 'Shit' my mind thought. "I said if only they were whiter. The ceiling," I clarified for her, not being able to prevent the grin on my face from breaking out. "What did I tell you Ted?" my aunt burst out, "I told you we should have gone with the off-white when we had the house painted, but you thought the chalk cream would be more soothing. At least someone in this family agrees with me. Thank you Joey, at least some men have a good taste for the right things." Unsure of how to react, I turned back to the TV and focused on the last few minutes left in the match. Needless to say that I had been distracted from most of what had happened in the last five minutes but I wasn't disappointed at all. What the score was I frankly cannot recall, and since it was only an exhibition match that had been put on for entertainment and was a match from two years ago, it really didn't matter. "Well I'm going to sleep," Uncle Ted said. "Me too, goodnight," Aunt Julie said, and left Keira and I alone. "You going to sleep yet," I asked her, looking back at her as I did. I was fairly tired, and a yawn crept upon me, making me stretch my arms out too. Keira's knees, which had been resting by my shoulders, were also pushed out. Taking into the fact that her legs were further spread and I was looking back up at her, I put one and one together and thankfully got two. She was wearing white panties, and a few wisps of hair could be seen poking out of the sides of the underwear. Her pussy was slightly pushing up against the fabric. I instantly started becoming hard, and had to find a way out of this predicament. She stood up saying, "I need to go to the bathroom," but instead of moving away straight away, she stretched, her arms pushing up and her feet standing on her toes. Naturally, she did this whilst standing above me, and I was given an uninhibited view straight up her dress. Her ass was pretty damn hot, I would say perfect but then you may think I was bragging. It was neither large and fatty nor small and bony, it was a compromise of the two and the best possible. She stepped away towards the bathroom, but before doing so I could swear that she gave her ass a little wiggle. I stood up and took Keira's seat -- I usually hated that warm feeling left when someone else just sat in a seat, but I didn't seem to mind this time -- and I searched through the listings for a reasonable show. Not much was on, so I put on discovery channel which had footage of a pride of lions hunting down antelope. Keira returned but instead of taking the free lounge, she sat on my lap. "You may be a trainee doctor and know more than me about health, but I think you should lay off the cheesecake for a while. You're getting heavy," I joked. "You're such a gentleman, you know. Telling a lady that she is fat," Keira retorted, acting as though I'd hurt her. "I'm sorry," I pouted at her, putting my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me. My attention, after being diverted by Keira returned to the TV, only to be greeted with the sight of two lions shagging. I wasn't sure what relevance it had to the documentary, but after 1 minute, it was still going. And the looks on both of their faces. The male looked he was doing it for the sake of it and the female looked like she was near asleep. "Ironic. Isn't it?" I said. "Two big cats going at it doggy style." Keira's laughing at my poor attempt of a joke didn't exactly help my predicament, as her laugh made her whole body shake. My erection hadn't toned down yet, in fact I think it got bigger. She must feel it by now, I thought, since she had moved back in her fit and my erection was now snug between me and her ass. I had two options; go with the flow and act as though nothing is out of the norm or start rocking slowly back and forth and hope she doesn't freak out. Luckily I got away with option C when she asked whether I'd like a drink. Accepting her offer, I snuck away quickly to the bathroom to calm 'Big Joey' down. I didn't plan on watching any more TV so I turned it off as I headed to the kitchen. "You want any whipped cream on your hot chocolate," Keira asked. "Yes, please," I said, leaning back against the bench top while I waited for her to finish. We stood there drinking, not talking but just appreciating each other's company. "Got a bit of cream next to your mouth," I told her. "Did I get it," she said after she ran her tongue along her lips. In a very sultry way I must add. "A bit to the left... no, not there... that's your right fool... I said next to your mouth, not on your nose," I had to direct her. It was amazing she could touch her nose with her tongue, but I could tell she was purposely being annoying. "Let me do it," I said, brushing it away with my thumb. My thumb did lightly brush her lips. They were soft and luscious. I finished my drink, washed the cup and went up for my nightly routine. I threw on a singlet and boxers, before going to get the spare mattress. Even though Ava wasn't here, her room wasn't free as it had been converted into a makeshift gym, thus I had to bunk in Keira's room. "You can sleep on the bed, I'll take the mattress," Keira told me. Here we go again I thought. "I can sleep on the floor, it's no problem with me." "You're the guest so you're taking the bed." "Honestly, I don't want to kick you out of your bed, just sleep there." "This is my room, so you have to listen to me." "Fine," I eventually conceited. Ever since I was young and used to visit, whether I was staying in Keira's or Ava's room, this would always happen. When I was younger I used to win sometimes, now I had no chance at all. "I am warning you, I tend to kick all the sheets off the bed when I'm sleeping," I warned her. "Yeah, I know. And you talk too when you're asleep." It was true after all. "Don't let the bed bugs bite." After that I was fast asleep. ................................................. It was a hot day - record temperatures I think -- and so I suggested a swim in the pool. Naturally I had ulterior motives like seeing Keira with fewer clothes on, but the heat was a valid enough reason. Getting change into boardies, I was the first down at the pool and seeing the few leaves floating on the edge, decided to quickly clean them out. Keira came out soon enough, wearing a red and yellow bikini swimsuit that just covered her where needed. "Not leaving much to the imagination today are we," I said. "Nice that you approve but didn't your parents ever tell you how to speak to a lady," she said acting all hoighty-toighty. "Of course, they did. Want to hear a joke?" "Fire away," she proclaimed. "Women's rights," I said trying to suppress a smile. The expression on her face turned from sophisticated to agro slash laughter. I dived in the pool as she came at me. I'm not the best of swimmers though and the fact that Keira had played water polo for high school wasn't a point in my favour. With little effort she caught up to me and kicking up out of the water landed on my back, pushing me under. Struggling to surface, I turned 180 degrees and managed to swim back. Yet, when I did so, my right leg brushed up against her thighs. The contact clearly had an effect on me, and being excited I wanted to get a proper feel. I suggested a game of Marco Polo as anything I did I could blame on the fact that I couldn't see. Ever the gentleman that I am, I let her chase me first. I decided to not rush the game, instead taking my time. I started by moving not too far away, wanting her to catch me easily so that I could have my turn. We brushed up against each other whenever we tried to tip the other person. Her hand would sometime run across my chest or stomach, lingering slightly as it did so. Whenever it came to my turn, I would get closer to her and then swim underwater. Whilst I may not be a fantastic swimmer, I could swim well enough and had the ability to keep my eyes open under water. When underwater, I would open then to take a quick glance around and then move towards Keira. As I came up to tip her, I would surface and brush my arm up against her as I did so. Initially I only dared to touch her on her back or midriff. Yet, as the adrenaline kicked in, I got more risky and on my third round I tagged her right on her breasts. It was an odd action from my perspective. I couldn't make it a full on grab as that would be too obvious and so I had to make it seem as innocent as possible. As a result, I was only able to have a quick touch, but it was enough to make my erection start. But that was not satisfaction enough. On her turn next, I stood on the little ledge on the edge of the pool, with my waist just being out of the water. As Keira swam at me, shouting Marco whilst I responded with Polo, I angled myself slightly. The result was that when her arm came down with her stroke, her hand slipped onto my erection. Despite my board shorts, the reaction on her face told me that she realised what she had done, and her hand was slow to respond, remaining in its place on me for a few seconds before being quickly jerked back. The game was certainly heating up in one way, but in the other it was dulling somewhat. Keira certainly picked up on this, and put forth a new idea. "Let's make a bet," she said. "I wager that if I win the next round, then we go to a movie and dinner, and you pay." "I've got Finding Nemo with me and I'm sure McDonalds is open, so alright." "Nice try, but tough luck." "Okay then, but what do I get if I win?" "You can have a massage if you win," she said. "Now that that is settled, I get to start." I really didn't mind if I won or not, but I thought that since it is the last round I might as well try something. As Keira gave me the set 21 seconds to swim away, I quietly lifted out of the pool. Shouting Marco, Keira started swimming down the length of the pool. I myself, move around the pool and called Polo from the other side. As she would come closer I would move to a different point around the pool and shout Polo. She ended up swimming all over the pool for a good 3 minutes, with no chance of catching me. "Wait a second," she thought. "Since when can you swim fast enough to get away this easily? And why can't I hear you splash when you're in the pool. You cheater, you got out!" "Sorry I forgot to tell you. I cut myself on the corner so I got out to clean it up. Some little kid probably pissed in there," I said to her. "Bullshit you cut yourself and there are no little kids in this pool. This is our backyard pool and I pretty much the only one who swims in it." "My point exactly," I promptly rebutted, using that split moment in which she was busy thinking to dive back in the pool. With my eyes open, I moved towards the gap between her beating legs. "You bastard," she called to me as I squeezed myself between her legs. As I did so, I brought my arm up against her bikini bottoms, sliding my hand along the side of her crotch. I had my hand open with the palm facing towards its target, and the feeling of my hand sliding across the wet material was unbelievable. I could tell she had shaved a bit down there. The material being wet and all clung to her tightly, and as my hand slid across its path, I sensed the side of one of her lips along my fingers. Time didn't stand still for me but was damn close to it. Although the touch lasted for the merest of seconds, every detail of it was engraved into my memory. I couldn't tell whether Keira realised that it was purposeful or not, but her reaction relieved me to an extent. "You touched me and so I therefore win. Now let me get changed before you must pay your dues." ................................................. Keira was wearing a pair of denim shorts, not so short that they are skanky but still hot, and a black tank top. I too didn't get formal and had on shorts and a T-shirt. We went for dinner first, so we could relax then in the cinemas. We went to a little Italian place called Luigi's just down the block from the movie complex. A lady by the name of Maria, Luigi's wife I was guessing, greeted us at the door. "Here you are," she said indicating our table with her thick accent, "for the special couple." "We're not..." I was just starting to say. "Sorry," she interrupted, not understanding me or having hearing difficulties. "We love this," I quickly said. "I knew you would." At least it made her happy. Maria seemed even more delighted when she lit the little candle on the side of the table. I gave a little smile when she did so, and saw the suppressed smile on Keira's face too. I ordered my favourite, veal saltimbocca and a cinotto, and Keira ordered a penne arrabiata and a limonata. We chatted whilst we waited, and we chatted whilst we ate. What we talked about has slipped my mind. I spent more time paying attention to Keira than to what she was saying. Apart from her looks, she had a great personality. Her mannerisms when talking showed that, her wildish gestures, her openness in laughing and her ever present smile. I was starting to feel different towards her and I was unsure whether it was good or not. I can't say I was in love with her or lusted after her, but just wanted to be with her more, more than a cousin normally would. We sat over a coffee after we finished the meal as we still had half an hour till the movie and it was only a five minute walk away. I had my arms resting on the table top, as I watched Keira. At times when she's talking, her hands will be flying all over the place, and you need to be careful so you don't get slapped accidently. She seemed to calm down after a few minutes and when she rested her arms on the table, her hands fell on mine. I didn't do anything immediately, just let her hands sit there. Then she started caressing her hands slowly on mine. I then took hold of her hands in mine as we sat there talking with each other. It was good just to be like this, not having to do anything other than enjoy one another's company. We stayed like this for another twenty minutes or so, only moving our hands to drink our coffee and then returning them to their place in the other's hands. When we did finally leave, I payed the bill and left a tip with it. Walking out we turned right and headed towards the cinemas. My arms were swinging lightly by my side, at least until Keira took hold of my hand as we walked along the street. We had decided ahead of time that we were going to see the new Alice In Wonderland with Johnny Depp, so we had purchased the tickets before going for dinner. Walking into the theatre, we found two seats towards the back in the middle of the row. Being late at night, not many people were around and only a few other seats towards the front were occupied. "I'm a bit cold," Keira told me as we settled into our seats. The theatre usually was kept cooler but I hadn't brought anything with me. I put my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled into my chest. Luckily the arm rests could be pulled up otherwise she would have had it digging into her side. My right arm was around her shoulder and my hand was touching her arm. I was gently rubbing her arm, whether to comfort her, warm her up or unconsciously doing it I cannot say. The tips of my fingers would occasionally brush past the sides of the swell of her breasts. I started moving my fingers in circles, gradually getting closer to her breasts. Her breathing seemed to quicken, but she made no attempt at stopping me. As my circles got closer and closer to her breasts, I felt my heart racing, palms starting to sweat, and my entire focus being diverted away from the film. Keira had goose-bumps building. My hand drew nearer, continuing its pretence of rubbing the arms, but the circles got smaller as they drew closer. I knew that my chance was now or never, and with never seeming like a long time away, I picked now. My hand slipped onto the beginning of the swell of her right breast slowly trailing its way towards the peak. I had to look ahead at the screen as I didn't think I could control myself if I turned towards her, and I think Keira had similar thoughts too. Her face was blank. She was trying to not show any of her emotions, whatever they were. My hand had gone under her top and on the inside of the bra. It was not an overly tight one so there was still blood circulating to my hand. As my hand drew closer to the pinnacle, it cupped whatever area of the breast it had already covered. The tip of my middle finger found her areola. Not sure of how she'd react, I stopped my journey, waiting for a sign. However, other than the sharp intake of a breath, she said and did nothing. I took this to mean that she didn't object and moving my hand more, I cupped her breast fully. A moan escaped from her lips as I saw her eyes flutter shut. I squeezed her breast slightly, feeling its softness underneath my touch. My heart was beating at its max now, and I could feel Keira's pulse beating just as fast. I pinched the nipple between my fingers, not wanting to be hard as she was definitely sensitive there. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light swinging up the stairs and realised that it was cleaners moving their way to the top. The movie had finished, and we had not even realised. I pulled my hand off Keira, and indicated to her that the film had finished. Feeling flustered, we got to our feet, dizziness taking hold of us. We made our way out of the theatre and to the pay station for the carpark. We hadn't said a word to each other since the film had started. ................................................. "I got this new joke, and it's not sexist, well maybe depending on how you look at it" I told Keira as we waited in line to pay for the ticket at the ticket machine. "It's not racist is it?" she questioned. "No, but I have one if you want. Anyway, a blonde was driving down the road listening to the radio and was quite upset when she heard blonde joke after blonde joke. A little way down the road, she saw another blonde out in a field rowing a boat. The blonde stopped her car and angrily jumped out yelling, "You dumb blonde bimbo! It's blondes like you that give the rest of us a bad name! If I could swim I'd come out there and give you what's coming to you!"" Lo and behold, a blonde woman herself was behind us in the queue. "You know that I find that extremely offensive," she said to me. "You mean you actually understood it?" I said with mock look of surprise on my face. Keira, not wanting this to escalate any further pulled me by the ear in the direction of our car. "Sorry but life is a begging. Maybe we can chat another time," I called out. "You can stop with the ear pulling," I told Keira, but she would not let off. "You can be a jerk sometimes you know." "I know. Yet, you've got to admit that it was a good joke," I said, making her pull harder, "well, I guess not that great in hindsight." "Before it was the punching and now the ear pulling. Instead of violence against women, I think that it's time for 'violence against men, we say no'. As the wise Martin Luther King Jr. once said, 'At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.'" When she had guided me to the driver's side of the car, she turned me to her, by the ear still, and pressed her lips into mine. I was startled at first, but after a second I got into it. I tried with the tongue, but she wasn't prepared to take it that far, keeping her lips closed. It didn't last long at all, and was more of a thank you kiss than a loving kiss, but the latter was still there. "Is that enough love for you," she asked me, moving around to the passenger side of the car. "Now that I think about it, he may have said 'making love', not 'the principle of love'." Keira and I "You wish." "Well I'm 18 and I'm a guy, we're always horny." ................................................. The drive home was pretty uneventful, just listening to the radio whilst I drove with the occasional comment here and there. It was just after midnight when we finally got home, and I decided to hit the sack. I didn't try arguing tonight about sleeping arrangements, and flopped onto the bed. "Thanks for today, it was fun," Keira said to me as she got on the mattress. "It was, wasn't it," I answered. "It's still too hot," I said to no one in particular. Getting out of bed, I took off my singlet and got back on the bed, leaving the sheets at my feet. "Hubba hubba," Keira said and wolf-whistled softly. "Nothing you haven't seen before." "It's not what you see, it's the way you see it." "And I thought I was bad." ................................................. When I woke up the next morning, I saw that Keira was already out of bed. Rubbing the grogginess from my eyes, I went to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping the cold water would wake me up fully. I felt movement in my stomach and realised that I was starving, even after last night's meal. Going down the stairs, I headed into the kitchen, aiming to find some cereal. "Morning," Keira said to me as I walked in, taking a glance at me in my pj's. She was at the kitchen counter, finishing off an apple whilst skimming through the morning's paper. She was dressed all in black: top, jeans and shoes. "Morning," I managed to mumble out, "where you off to." "I just got a text this morning from my boss asking me to come into work for today. She promised to pay me double time so I couldn't really refuse." She was still throwing glances at me. "Alright. What's up," I asked her, seeing that she hadn't stopped taking the occasion look at me. "That," she said, arching her eyebrows and nodding towards me with her head. Somewhat confused I looked down and I saw that I had a morning wood. Luckily my boxers were still covering me but the tent they formed was bad enough. "Oh, shit," I said under my breath, my face turning shades of pink and red. Keira's only contribution was to laugh at my discomfort. "I'll give you some alone time," she said, still giggling. As she moved to leave for work she stopped just in front of me and give me a kiss, not on the cheek but on the lips like last night. This time, however, she was more open in letting me gain access with my tongue, and whilst it was not long, I did manage to make contact with her tongue. Although, she may have let her guard down somewhat more due to the fact that my erection was pressing into her as she leaned into me. "See you tonight," she yelled as she rushed out the front door. She had left me in a two minds. Do I listen to my stomach or do I listen to my hormones. Despite what people may say about a man's penis often getting the better of his brain, it is always a losing battle when up against the stomach. Fishing through the pantry I found a box of oats to cook up. Whilst waiting for the oats to cook, I decided to cook an egg, sunny side up of course. Sitting down at the dining table with my food and a tall glass of plain cold milk, I ate. It was the first time in four days that I can truly say I had time to reflect. All the rest of my time had been spent at the Christmas party, Gran's birthday and then with Keira here. Everything that had happened between Keira and myself was definitely unexpected, to say the least. I cannot really say whether I was decided on whether I can let this continue any longer and to what extent. I am a horny teenager and do lust after my cousin in a sexual way, you'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not be in some way attracted to her. Then of course, whilst we may be only playful in our actions, in society's eyes what we are somewhat doing, and could possibly do, is wrong. The word never really came to my mind before but now it definitely did. Incest. What we're doing is the start to an act that is taboo, that is assuming this will progress further. Like I said, I wasn't decided either way. For the time being though, with my stomach appeased, my penis did definitely rule my brain, and I thought I'll see how much further this goes before I revaluate my plans. I also thought of what Keira's thoughts must be. Was she trying to push us along? Her actions had been provocative over the last few days. I cannot let her take the fault for all that happened, but it would be a lie to say she didn't initiate some of it or goad it on. Enough of me though. Rinsing my dishes and stacking them in the dishwasher, I went upstairs to while away my time, possibly philosophise over the number 42. I went back to Keira's room and checked my mobile for any missed calls or texts. Lucky me, there were none. As I put the phone back on the bedside table, I saw that Keira had her clothes from the other day half hanging over the edge of her laundry basket. On top was the most valuable item, her white lace panty. Looking around the bedroom and checking the hallway -- no need to do it but instinctive I guess, making sure I didn't get caught -- I picked up the panty and sat back on the bed. Holding them up to my nose I took in a whiff of her womanly scent. It was different the smell, not a scent that I had really met before. Nevertheless, it was intoxicating and pulling my boxers down I let my member free. Taking him in my right hand whilst holding the panties to my nose in my left, I started a rhythmic stroking up and down. As I got harder, I took the panty in my right hand and enveloped my erection in it, feeling the satin fabric glide up and down me as I kept up the slow strokes. Taking my camera back again, I flipped through the photos till I found the one I had taken of Keira back in the Japanese restaurant. Although the screen on the digital camera was fairly small, I could still make out all her details. I felt no guilt as I quickened my pace, imagining that Keira was actually in front of me, stripping down to her underwear and then till she had nothing on. Letting me close in, kissing her delicate lips and feeling her soft breasts. However, my fantasy was broken when I felt the tension rising inside me, knowing I was coming close to the brink. It had only been a few minutes and I was amazed at how quickly it had taken me to reach the feeling where I could feel the cum start its way up from my balls. I guess it was a combination of the factor that I had been perpetually horny for about the last three days and that I now had both Keira's picture in front of me and her panty wrapped around my shaft as I continued my stroking. Not knowing where to shoot, I took the pair of panties and held it out in front of me, using it to catch my cum. I wasn't ready for how much came, and by the time I had finished contracting and shooting, the pair of panties was wet with a pool of cum in it. Taking up a few tissues I wiped some of the cum off the panty and then threw it into Keira's laundry basket again. I then threw the tissues in the bin. Still feeling the high from the adrenaline rush, I decided to take a much needed shower, using it to both clean up and cool down. ................................................. "I'm home," I heard Keira call as she walked in the house. "Hi," I said as I came down the staircase. She took her shoes off and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Very affectionate lately," I commented, "but I'm not complaining." "Well, you're my favourite guy cousin." "I'm your only guy cousin." "And therefore my favourite. What've you been up to today?" "Not much really, just lazing around the house. How was work?" "The usual. It has quietened down at the shop over the past couple of months. I think that it's due to economic conditions, people just aren't as willing to spend money now as they used to be." "Your mum and dad have gone out to meet friends for dinner, so your mum made us chicken pie. It's just keeping warm in the oven" "Cool, just give me a minute to get changed." I served the pie out, giving us both a generous slice. Keira had come back down after changing into a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. We sat watching TV whilst we ate, there being a rerun of 'Cool Runnings' on (all puns intended). Derice Bannock: You don't see the Swiss team fightin', do you? Derice Bannock: You don't see the Swiss team drinkin' and carryin' on and such. Sanka Coffie: And you don't see the Swiss team smilin' neither. Sanka Coffie: In fact, if one of those Swiss boys ever come across a pretty girl, he probably yell, "eins, zwei, drei" and try to push her down some ice. "Want more," I asked Keira as I stood up during the ad break. "No thanks, I'm full," she said. I took her plate too, rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher. Wasting no time, I went back to the couch and resumed my seat, placing my arm around her shoulder. We were a bit more than half way through the movie, and whilst I was one to never watch a movie twice, this was my fifth time watching Cool Runnings. "It's funny you know, all this time spent in front of the TV," I said in passing. "It's not that much really." "Think about it. The average person would spend at least half an hour watching TV. In one week that's 3 ½ hours, and in one year that's about 7 ½ days. In fact, if you take the average life expectancy of a person to be 80 years, then that is over 1 ½ years of TV. And that's just TV, not including computers and the internet." "Well, what would you rather do?" "Don't know, but 1 ½ years seems like a lot of time to do anything." "Think what you want, but I'll never give up TV or computer." "Hmm," I said looking at her, focusing on her eyes, "I do think I know what I want right know." "Oh and what is that." "I don't know how you'll handle it." "Try me," she said, returning my gaze. My head moved slightly closer to her and my arm remaining where it was. "I... want..." "Yes..." she interrupted. "It starts with y... then o," I was saying, taking my time between words, "and I'm sure the letter u is floating around in there. Can you guess?" "No, I'm afraid you'll have to tell me, even show me if you can," she managed to say, her eyes closing shut, lips partly opening and head tilting as it moved closer to mine. "I want..." I said, drawing this out as long as I could, my lips millimetres from hers when I said my final words, "yoghurt." I got up suddenly and went into the kitchen that was adjoined to the TV area. "What?!" "Yoghurt. I'm sure I saw some here before... ah, here it is. Do you want strawberry, peach or passionfruit?" "I hate you." "In that case the passionfruit is gone and only the other two are left." She huffed and turned back to the TV bringing her legs in close to her chest. "I'll take that as a no." I opened the little tub of yoghurt, grabbed a spoon and was about to head back when Keira asked for a strawberry one. I got one and a spoon and headed back to the couch. "Thanks," she said in a happy tone. She peeled the lid off the tub and next I saw her fling the yoghurt out at my face. "Serves you right," she said. "I'm sorry. If you're not going to eat yours, mind if I have it." "Of course, take some more," she said as she spooned out what was remaining and again flung it at me. "Thank you," I said as I wiped yoghurt off my eyes with my shirt. Keira was looking at me with the biggest grin on her face, thinking she had me beat. "Well, I guess I owe it up to you now," I told her. With yoghurt still on my face, I brought my arm around her shoulder, brining both her and myself in to seal the deal. She startled somewhat, not expecting me to kiss her then, what with my face covered in yoghurt. Her mouth opened, letting my tongue gain access to hers. "Hmm. The strawberry is good," I heard as her voice was muffled by kissing. She pulled back and started to kiss around my face, cleaning my face of yoghurt. My hands moved from her back to her front, my right arm trying to make its way up the inside of her top. She continued her kissing, making her way all over my face, cleaning me still using her tongue and lips. She got some yoghurt on her neck as she did so. "Now you've got yoghurt on you," I said. I moved my lips down towards her neck, kissing my way down and about her neck on the sensitive skin. She was ticklish and I felt her body shake as she giggled softly. I continued with my hands' explorations, my left having now joined my right in their great adventure around the mountains of Keira. My hands moved about her sides, feeling their way along her bra covered breasts. They continued further until they went fully around to her back, feeling for the clasp of her bra. I forget whether it is men have trouble doing up or undoing a bra, or even both, but I certainly had no problems. The clasp came undone and the bra loosened its hold on Keira's breasts. My hands came back around to the front and ventured underneath the bra, feeling the heat of Keira's body on my hands whilst my lips had moved from her neck to her ears and then back to her lips. She gently pulled away from me. "This top is too restrictive," she managed to mumble as her breathing was laborious. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, throwing it on the floor beside her, which was soon followed by her bra. She leaned back, lying along the couch. "Oh, it's a bit cold the couch," she said to me. "Never mind. I'm sure I can warm you up. Hope you don't mind if I take my shirt off too. This yoghurt is starting to dry and it's quite sticky." "I'm sure it is. I don't know what's come over me these last few days." "I do. It's me. My charm, my wit, my handsomeness, it is irresistible." "For once, I think I have to agree with you," she said, her arms going about my head as she brought me in to her. My chest came in contact with hers, her breasts mashing up against me as our tongues restarted their dives into each other's mouths. It was tough to resist her assault on my mouth, but I broke away and started moving down, my lips following the straight trail down to the valley of her mountains. With my right hand propping me for support and my left hand roaming across her flat stomach and navel, my mouth started its journey up towards her left peak. My tongue left a slight trail as it covered over her areola, venturing for the apex. Keira was squirming in joy beneath me, her head swaying side to side as she moaned between breaths. My right hand was in an awkward position and tiring, so I let myself down onto her. Moving my right hand up to her hair, my left hand came to work on her other breast, making up for the lack of attention it was previously getting. My mouth had found her nipple, and my saliva had given it a glistening gloss. The brownish nipple was jutting straight up and swollen. Keira had a look of need on her face, and I knew I would be stupid to stop now. My lips enclosed around her nipple, sucking at it as I did when I was a wee little thing. I knew no milk would come, but I kept the action up, flipping at it slightly with my tongue. Our upper naked bodies were in contact, my chest to her stomach, and I felt this heat rush over me. I was definitely hard by then, but my jeans were holding me in. Keira was making little grinding motions with her hips, pushing her pelvis into my stomach. I had almost forgotten about the other breast, my left hand working away sub-consciously. I lifted my head up and then moved to the other breast. My right hand now took control of the first breast to meet my mouth. My fingers played over the now very sensitive areola and nipple. Pinching the nipple and causing Keira to gasp for breath. My mouth worked on the new breast in a similar manner to the previous one, but without the initial teasing. My teeth bit down lightly on the nipple, causing Keira's chest to rise up as her back arched. "Please don't stop baby, I'm almost there," I heard coming from Keira as she kept up her moaning. 'Baby', that was a new one. It was then only when I realised fully what was happening. I was not just pleasing myself but truly satisfying Keira. We weren't having sex, just me on her breasts but it was still enough to make her reach her climax. Knowing that now was my chance to fully push her over the edge I let my right hand slip off her breasts and down her stomach. My fingers slipped under the loose waist of her tracksuit pants. "No, Joey. I can't let you do that," Keira said to me, knowing my aim. "It's ok," I assured her as my hand went down along the top of her leg and on the inside of her left thigh. Keira, however, wouldn't let me take it further as her hand came down inside her tracksuit and entwined its fingers about mine. I was content then to just let it be, thinking it best to not push her too fast. "Oh god. I'm going to cum," I heard her say. My erection was straining against my jeans when I heard these words, but the fly was resilient, not giving way. Having seen her reaction when I bit on her nipple before, I did so again, squeezing Keira's hand with mine. Her pelvis pushed up into my stomach, back arching as her chest thrust up. I felt her body shake underneath me, the moans escaping her lips now elevated. Her panties could not hold her back as I felt her juices running down her the inside of her legs onto the back of my hand. I moved back up, looking down at Keira, my eyes level with hers. "Do you love me?" she asked. I could see the vulnerability in her and knew I had to choose my words carefully. "At first, I must admit it was lust and infatuation. But now... now I'm not sure. I know that's not the answer you're looking for but I'm not sure what side of the fence I really am on." "That's essentially how I feel also. I'm sorry I didn't let you touch me, but until I know where I am I'm not sure if I can let you go that far." "No need to apologise. You've the right to call your wants." "You sure know how to please a girl though." "Glad I could be of service," I said to her as I pecked her on the lips, my hips and erection pushing down lightly into her. "Oh shit. I forgot all about you and... you." "About what?" "You know. You're erection. I'll let you relieve yourself," she said to me as she made to move from out under me. "Don't worry about it. It's had practice not being attended to before, at times for hours on end. I'm getting fairly tired, so I'm going to head up. You?" "Yeah, I'll come," Keira said as she got off the couch and picked up my shirt along with her bra and shirt. I collected the yoghurt tubs and finished off mine. Chucking the tubs out and putting the spoons to wash, I turned the lights off, checked that the front door was locked and headed upstairs. Keira hadn't bothered to put a top on, instead she had taken her tracksuit off and changed her panties. This I could tell as she had left the other wet one in the bathroom. She was already done in the bathroom when I went in. I washed my face, removing any stickiness residing and then brushed my teeth. I couldn't resist picking up Keira's panties, and bringing them to my nose I breathed in deeply, smelling once again her womanly scent but this time much stronger. Sticking my tongue out I licked the crotch of them with the tip of my tongue, but I tasted nothing. So much for that I thought. "You left these behind," I said to Keira as I threw her panties at her when walking back into her room. "I left them as a souvenir for you. Maybe you could keep them, along with the one from this morning." My cheeks started to blush. "We women do realise these things," she said to me, smiling as she had caught me off guard. As my shirt was already off, I only needed to take off my jeans and socks, placing them on top of my bag. Keira was once again on the mattress, and I was stuck therefore with the bed.