30 comments/ 62952 views/ 61 favorites My Cousin Janie Ch. 01 By: nosebone Our family was always close since my Dad and his brother, Rick, ran a small family-owned oil company. It had been started by my grandfather, when he had returned home from World War II. My grandparents had four sons, but Tim, the oldest and Roy, the youngest were both killed. Tim was a pilot and was killed when his B-52 crashed during a training exercise. Roy had been a Marine like my grandfather and had been killed during the Tet Offensive. My Dad and Rick both had been in the Army. They had both served in Vietnam, but their luck had been better. They took over operations of the company when they got home and my Granddad and Grandmother retired to a life of comfort. Rick and my dad, Bob, were pretty wild when they returned from Vietnam. They were out on the town every night, and worked their asses off during the day. They finally settled down enough to get married to, coincidentally, two sisters. Each marriage yielded one child. Dad and mom, Liz, had me, Brad. Rick and his wife Shelley had a daughter named Janie. Growing up, Janie was the baby sister I never had. We were born about 6 months apart and almost from the beginning, we were inseparable. We always had a great time together when our families went to the lake or went on trips. I was always there to pick her up if she fell, or help with a skinned knee. As we grew older, I was always her confidant, and the shoulder she cried on. We always hung around with one another in high school and had a similar group of friends. It was from this group that she met Chris. Chris was a good kid. He was artistic and liked photography. Janie was always into stuff like that, and the two of them really seemed to hit it off. After they began dating seriously, I still remained Janie's go-to person for advice or someone to talk to. She said Chris was sometimes resentful that she came to me for so many things. I could imagine so, but I had to admit that I was always pretty envious of Chris as Janie transformed from a scrawny kid to the beautiful young woman she became. She had been blessed with great looks, an unsinkable personality and a wonderful sense of humor. She was also blessed with a body that any woman would be proud of. Wonderful toned legs and butt and a tremendous chest. She was almost a carbon copy of her and my own mother. I grew up to look my Dad and Uncle Rick, except I was about 6 inches shorter than them at 5'10". I was fortunate enough to inherit their broad shoulders and rugged good looks. All through school, I had played sports and lifted weights and had managed to build a solid muscular frame, that I was proud of. My hair was a little longer than my dad wanted, but he didn't argue with me too much about it. As we were nearing high school graduation, Janie finally decided that she was going to go back east to a liberal arts school with Chris. Chris was going to study photography, and she was going to major in journalism. She had always showed no interest in the family business. I had decided to attend the big state school and was going to study engineering and geology like my grandfather, Dad and Uncle Rick and continue the family business. We made a date for the two of us for dinner the night before she left for school. She looked great in the sleeveless, low-cut black dress, black nylons and sexy heels she was wearing. I was shocked when I went to pick her up, because I was in a simple button down shirt and slacks. I had my long hair pulled back in a pony tail. She looked so nice; I thought I would need to be in tux to match up with her. She received many appreciative glances in the restaurant and more than a few of the guys nodded to me and smiled. Little did they know the beautiful woman sitting across from me was my cousin! We had a great time talking and laughing. I'd always loved watching her big green eyes sparkle when she laughed. After we finished dinner, Janie suggested we take a drive out by our grandparent's old house in the country. It was always a great place to just lay back and look at the stars. We had spent many summer evenings out there growing up, so it was a special place for us. We parked out by the old barn and then laid back on the grass on a blanket I was lucky to have brought. We rested there in silence for a long time before she finally spoke. "You remember the day I fell through the hay loft?" "How could I forget? I almost had heart attack, since we weren't supposed to up there." "Me too, I still can't believe that you were able to catch me, before I fell." "Me neither, it had to be sheer adrenaline. I was scared Uncle Rick would beat me to death if you got hurt." "Yeah, he would have been so pissed at you." "If I'd have survived, I'd had to face my dad and Granddad too." "There's no way you would have lived." We both laughed. "It's certainly not the same out here without Granddad and Grandmother is it?" "No, it isn't. It feels so lonely." "Yeah." "I have so many good memories of this place. So many of them were with you." "Yeah, I feel the same way, Janie." "Brad, I'm really going to miss you." Her hand found mine in the darkness as we lay there. "I'm going to miss you, too." "You've always been my best friend." "Me too." "Brad, there's a big part of me that doesn't want to go tomorrow." "I know, Janie. I feel the same way." "You do?" She rose up on her side so she could look at me. "Yeah, of course." "I just feel like I'm going to be all alone." "Chris will be there with you." "I know, but he's so flighty sometimes. You're always the one I've come to, and could count on. You've always caught me and helped me back up." "I know honey, but you love Chris, right? He should be able to help you with the hard times." "Not like you can, though." She leaned over and wrapped her arm around me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around her as well. After a while, I began to move my arms to let her go. "No, don't. I won't be able to get a hug from you for a long time. Just a little while longer." "Ok, Janie. It'll be ok, sweetie. You can call me every day on my company phone. Dad and Rick already said it'd be ok." "It still won't be the same." "No it may not, but not all change is bad, Janie." "No, I guess not." She released her hold on me and sat up next to me. "Brad, I want you to know that I love you and you mean the world to me." She reached down and took my right hand in hers. She held it in her lap for a brief moment. Then she slowly lifted it upwards and towards her. She placed my hand palm down on her bare breasts at the top of her dress. I thought I could feel her heart beating. "Janie, you know I feel the same way." "Brad, I don't know how to tell you this..." Her voice became halting as she spoke the last few words. "Tell me what?" "Brad, I..." She started to cry. I sat up and reached over to comfort her. She literally collapsed in my arms. "Janie, honey. What's wrong?" She shook her head on my shoulder. "Please, tell me. What's bothering you?" "I, I don't think I can." Her voice was muffled as she buried her face against my shoulder. "You've always been able to talk to me. What is it?" "Brad, I don't know if I can tell you this. I don't know if I should even try. I'm scared even thinking about it." I reached down to lift her head up where I could see her face. I could clearly see her tear-streaked face in the moonlight. "Janie, you can tell me anything in the world." "No, I don't think I can. Maybe some other time Brad. Just hold me for a little while." I did and I began to run my fingers through her hair. "I always loved when you do that. You're so good to me." "Janie, I love you and want to take care of you." She raised her head up again. She leaned in close to me. Her face was just a couple inches from mine. We looked into one another's eyes for a painfully long time. She moved closer to me and our lips met. For just the briefest instant our tongues also met, but I tensed up slightly and she quickly pulled away. "Brad, you better take me home." "Janie, wait, we need to talk..." "No, I still have a lot of packing to do and Roxanne is going to come by to take me to the airport in the morning at 6." "Janie, please. I, uh, are you sure we don't need to talk?" "Yeah, I'm sure. It'll be ok. The time will be right someday. We should go home." She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She quickly turned away and stood up. I watched her walk towards my truck feeling as if I had been stabbed in the chest. We drove the 20 minutes back to her house in silence. She held my hand the whole way. It was something she always did when it was just the two of us together. When we finally made it to her parent's house, I pulled into the big circle driveway and stopped the truck. "Do you need my help for anything?" "No, it's ok. I need to let you go home, I don't want to keep you up late. Daddy said you have a bunch a stuff to do at the office before you leave for school Friday." "Yeah, I do. But this is our last night together." "Yeah, it is." She acted like she could start crying again at any second. "Brad, I better go." "You're sure you don't want to talk a little more before you go in?" "Yes, I'm sure. Just forget about it. I'm just really emotional right now." "Ok, honey. I just hate to see you like this." "I know you do. It's just really hard right now." She gave me a smile that she didn't bother putting much effort into. "God, I'm going to miss you!" We reached both over to give one another big hug. "Me too Janie. Call me whenever you want. I'll never be too busy for you." "I know you won't." We gradually broke our hug. I reached for the door handle so I could walk her to the door. As the dome light came on I felt her grab my hand again. I turned back towards her and she promptly kissed me on the lips. She pulled back and said, "I love you." She then bolted for the house door. She was there before I could even get out of the truck. She turned when she reached the door and gave me a quick wave before disappearing inside. I sat there for a moment wondering what was going on. She had acted so out of character once we got to the farm. I had never seen her not be able to tell me something. Even stranger, she had put my hand on her breasts and then she kissed me. That had definitely not been a friendly kiss and it would have been much more passionate if she hadn't sensed my shock. My head was swimming with my thoughts as I started my truck up and drove off. The next morning I was sitting in the office wondering about the night before when Roxanne got back from taking Janie to the airport. Roxanne had worked for the family for close to 30 years. She had gone to work for my grandfather doing part-time filing when she was barely a teenager. After Dad and Rick got back from Vietnam and took over the company, she had stayed on. She had ridden the tail of the tiger with them through the many ups and downs in this business. Feast or famine, she was always there. My dad and Uncle Rick had both always commented that she was a hot-blooded woman and had the three broken marriages to prove it. Despite her age, she was still a looker, with fiery red hair, a milky white complexion, big tits and a saucy personality to boot. When she was in the office she was always dressed to kill. Tight blouses, short skirts, nylons and high heels. I had rubbed my cock many times thinking of her. "Hey, Bradley. How's it going this morning, my dear?" She was the only one I knew that called me Bradley. I turned around to see her walking into my little office. She was wearing a silky white blouse, short red miniskirt, nude colored nylons and my favorite red heels. They were about 4" tall with a sexy, thin ankle strap. She was also wearing the ankle bracelet Janie and I had given her for Christmas. She sat down on the desk next to me and crossed her long, nylon covered legs. "Good Roxanne, how about you?" "All right. I can't believe little Janie is moving so far away. It's not going to be the same without her around here. We both had a good cry on the way to the airport." "She was a little emotional last night, too." "That's what she said. I want to talk to you about that, but it'll wait until later. Rick said he might need me to stay a little late to help you get everything finished before you leave for school." "Yeah, Roxanne, I'm afraid I bit off more than I can chew. I hate for you to have to do that." "Hell, don't worry about it, honey. I don't have anything to do at home. I might as well get some overtime and work with a strapping young man like yourself." She winked. "I could certainly use the help." "Ok, I'll check in with you later," and she turned to walk away. As usual, I couldn't resist the urge to watch her ass and those long legs as her "come fuck me" heels clicked on the tile floor. As she walked out the door she looked back briefly and smiled, totally busting me. "Ok, I've got to get some of this shit done." I thought to myself. I worked steadily until about 4:30 when my Uncle Rick came into the little back room where I was sorting well logs. "Hey, Rick. Where you been all day?" "Damn investor meeting. We're trying to drum up some more money to get this Maddox deal drilled." "How'd it go? "Oh, pretty good. I think we're getting there. Your daddy and mom are still there along with Shelley. I had to come get some additional data the investors wanted to see. You got a minute, son?" "Sure." "Come into my office for a minute." "Ok." We walked in and he closed the door. "Pour us a drink. I'll take a scotch, have whatever you want." I quickly poured a couple glasses of 18 year old single malt and threw one ice cube in each, just like my dad and Rick had always taught me. "Here you go." "Thanks, son. Grab a seat." I sat down and took a sip of the scotch. "Son, Janie came home a total mess last night. She went in her room and cried for a couple hours. Do you know why she was so upset? She went out looking as pretty as the morning sunrise. She was so happy to be going out with you to dinner. But goddamn, when she came home she looked like the whole world had fell on her." Uh, Oh, I thought to myself. "Rick, no, I don't really know. We went to dinner and had a great time, and then we decided to go out the farm and look at the stars." "And?" "Well, we were talking about how it was going to be tough to be apart and everything and then she said needed to tell me something and then she started bawling. She was acting real strange." "Strange, what do you mean by that son?" Oh, shit, time to cover my tracks. "Well, she was just really emotional. That's what I meant. I thought it was just because she was leaving today." "What did she want to tell you?" "That's the thing, she wouldn't tell me, Rick." "God Damn, nothing at all?" "No, nothing." "Well, shit. Your daddy has no idea how lucky he was to have a boy. These girls can drive you crazy. What's bad is, I know she's pretty damn level headed. It drives me crazy to see her like that." "Yeah, me too. She's never been unable to tell me something." "Yeah, I know son. She's always counted on you. You think it's something to do with that boyfriend of hers?" "Could be, but honestly I don't know." "Her mama has been on her ass ever since she said she wanted to go to school back east. Shelley never could see why she'd follow that fucker to the store, let alone halfway across the country. I know Janie's had a tough time with that. You know how Shelley can be." "Yeah, I know." "She doesn't let up on poor Janie. She always tells her to drop that little shit and find her a good man like her daddy, Uncle Bob, or you." "I didn't know that." "Son, your Aunt Shelley thinks you hung the moon. You're a-ok in her book. But I know Janie gets tired of hearing it. Maybe that kid has some good qualities; I just ain't seen them yet. Well, Brad, I just wanted to check. Her mama has been a nervous wreck about this whole thing. This just added fuel to the fire, especially with her leaving town this morning. I didn't know if Shelley was going to let her and Roxanne leave this morning. Man to man, if you hear anything from her that you think we ought to know, will you promise to tell me?" "Sure, Rick." "I know you two are as a close as two people can be. It sure makes me wonder what the hell's going on. Oh, by the way, Roxanne said she called from the airport. She made it there ok." He threw his glass of scotch back and emptied it. "Really? I was wondering." "Yeah me too. Hell, I need to get these files rounded up and get back over to that meeting. This is a big deal son. If we get to drill this one, I think we're all finally gonna be on Easy Street. Your daddy can see the diamond in the shit pile every time. Get done what you can tonight. If you don't get it all done, don't worry about it. Your daddy holds you to higher standard than most. Oh, by the way, watch out for Roxanne, she gets a little frisky when the front door gets locked." "Oh?" "Yeah, she does. Like I've always told you, she's always on the prowl. But it's up to you; you're your own man." "Ok, I'll keep that in mind. Good luck." "Depending on how this goes, we may need a designated driver tonight. We got reservations at 8:30 at the club for six. We'll call you and then you and Roxie can come by and pick us up at the Plaza." "Sure, that sounds great to me." "All right, I'm off." "Knock 'em dead, Rick." "We'll do our best, son." I walked him to the door and then went back to my office. About 5, Roxanne walked in and started helping. "I sure hope this deal comes through. Your daddy and Rick have worked on this for a long time. You've helped a bunch, too. Your Granddad would be so proud of all of you." "I bet so. I just wished he was still here to see it." "Me too, Bradley. You were around him a lot, but I don't know if you'll ever truly know what a good man he was. He was one of a kind. I see a lot of him in Bob and Rick and you, too." "Thanks." We worked our asses off for another hour. A couple times I noticed Roxanne looking at me, and as we continued working, I found myself looking at her. God, she was so sexy. More than once, she would reach for something and always seem to manage to brush her silky, blouse-covered breasts against me. The smell of her sweet perfume added to my excitement. "Well lookee there, we're just about done and it's not even 6 O'clock. I bet they won't be done for a couple more hours." "Yeah, you really helped out a bunch." "Bradley, my dear, when you've been doing this as long as I have, you get pretty quick at it." She was leaning back in her chair and had her long legs crossed and facing me. She was doing her best to drive me wild. "You sure have." "Is something on your mind, dear?" "Yeah, I'm just thinking about Janie." She smiled, "We were going to talk about that weren't we. What are you thinking about?" "I don't know, I'm just worried about what was wrong with her last night." "Well, what does staring at me have to with her, baby?" "What?" "Honey, I don't think your mind is totally on Janie. You've spent a lot of time looking at me this afternoon too. I'm not complaining. It's very flattering." "Oh, sorry, Roxanne. You just look really great today. I've always loved those shoes." "I thought you did. My feet have always got a lot of your attention when I've wore them. You and I have never had to work late together, have we?" She smiled seductively. "Uh, no, I don't think so." Damn, Rick was right. "I think I'm going to have a drink. You want one?" "Uh, sure, just one though. I may be driving everyone tonight." My Cousin Janie Ch. 01 "Ok, one little one coming right up." I watched her walk out. Damn, she was still amazing even at 43. She came back in with a couple drinks. "I hope you like gin and tonic." "Sure, it's fine, thanks. To the Deal." I lifted my glass towards her. "To the deal." Our glasses clinked together. We walked into the front office, where we sat on the sofa. "So tell me, what do you think was wrong with Janie last night?" Her hand was lightly rubbing her nylon covered thigh. Her long red finger nails contrasted with the nude fabric. "Roxanne, I really have no idea." I quickly summarized what I had told her dad, again leaving out some of the details. "Hmm, that's interesting, Bradley," she said after taking a sip of her drink. "That girl has always thought a lot of you. That's what she was talking about this morning when she started crying again." "Oh?" "Yeah she was talking about how much she cared for you and was going to miss you. She said that she had made a big mistake last night that she regretted." "Yeah?" "She wouldn't tell me what it was though. Bradley, I want this to stay between us, and I want you tell me the truth. Can you promise me that?" "Uh, yeah I guess so." "Nothing has ever happened between you and Janie, right?" "What do you mean by that?" "I mean anything." She arched her eyebrows for emphasis. "No, Roxanne, not at all!" "Sorry. Some questions are tougher to ask, than answer, sweetie." "Why would you ask me that?" "Honey, I'm a woman and a pretty hot-blooded one, as you might have been told." She smiled. "Call it woman's intuition or whatever you want, but honey, I've seen the way she looks at you, and I've seen the way you look at her. Then this morning she told me she had made a big mistake, it just got me to wondering." "Roxanne, we didn't...." "Brad, I'm not insinuating anything. I'm just saying, I'm sure she has feelings for you that go beyond just being your cousin. It's to be expected. You two have been together your whole lives, hon. She really looks at you as more than just family." "Roxanne, I don't know what to say about that." "Honey, you don't have to say anything. I'm just telling you, that I think that's what she wanted to tell you last night. What do you feel for her?" "Roxanne, I really don't know what I think. I mean I love her a lot. I think about her when she's not around. I know I'm going to miss her a lot." "Well, that's expected. Have you ever thought about why you think about her all the time?" "No, not really, I mean we're really close." "Let me ask it this way, baby. Have you ever thought about her in physical way?" "What do you mean by that?" I hoped my face wasn't as red as it felt. "Bradley, don't be dense, honey. Do you ever think about making love to her?" The smile on her face would melt a glacier. "Damn, Roxanne, what kind of pervert do you think I am?" "I'm just curious. I think you're lying to me. Look, I'll let it go, baby. You look like you're about to have a stroke." "Roxanne, I'm sorry, I just don't know. I don't know what I think right now." "Bradley, she's going to be away for a while and maybe you'll figure your feelings out. Maybe she'll meet a good guy like you and dump that little shit she's with now, and you won't have to face your feelings." "What feelings?" "The ones you won't admit to." "What's wrong with Chris? I thought she's happy with him." "Jesus, Bradley. How blind can you be? There's something wrong with that boy." "What do you mean?" "Again, call it woman's intuition, but I've always had feeling about him." "What kind of feeling? " "He doesn't appreciate her, like I think you do." "Why?" "Honey, I suspected it for a while, but I know now. Janie is still as fresh as the undriven snow." "Really? She never said anything, but I didn't expect her to ever tell me things like that." "It's the truth, baby. She told me herself this morning." "She did?" "Yeah. I was just joking with her, trying to cheer her up, about all the privacy and freedom her and Chris would have now that they were away from home. She got a real strange look on her face and said 'It hasn't been a problem so far.' I said 'What?' and she told me she was still a virgin." "Damn, I never would have imagined that." "I know me neither. I thought maybe he wasn't taking care of things, but can you imagine having a sexy girlfriend like her, as long as he has and never making love to her? I think he's queer and won't admit it." "I never thought about that." "God, I don't know how she has gone without for so long. I remember how I was when I was her age. There was never enough cock in the whole world. Janie's cut from the same cloth as Shelley, your mama and me." "Roxanne!" "Hell, Bradley, your sweet mama was young once, and probably the sexiest woman I ever met. You're Aunt Shelley was a close second. We used to have a lot of fun running around together." "I can bet so. Dad and Rick always said you were something too." "Baby, I'm still something, don't you ever think differently! Look, back to Janie, I think you two could probably use some time apart, if neither of you wants to face the facts. I need another drink. You want one? " "I better not, I gotta drive everyone later." "Damn, Bradley you're a big boy. One more little drink isn't going to hurt. Besides, I don't like drinking alone." "Ok, but if we get pulled over I'll say you facilitated underage drinking." "Ha, you'll be fine. You've got the tolerance of your Granddad. I think that man had two livers." "Yeah, maybe so." I sat on the couch waiting for her to come back. When she did, I noticed that she had her blouse unbuttoned a little more. "Here you go." She sat down right next to me. "Thanks. What did you mean by facing the facts?" "Shit Brad, you Smith men can be so damn hardheaded! I meant, I don't think you and Janie are ready to deal with the way you feel about one another. You're both afraid to admit it." I stared dumbly at her. She continued, "Like I was saying, you can have some time apart to see if it's really the way you feel or not." "Roxanne, I..." "Let's just move on baby. I probably have said too much." "No, I'm glad we talked about it. Granted, I'm more confused now than before." "It'll work out the way it's supposed to, sweetie." "Yeah, I hope." "So tell me what do you fantasize about?" "Are we playing "Embarrass Brad" tonight, or what?" "Yeah, maybe. You ever think about little old me?" She was twirling her fingers through her long red hair. "I may have." "May have? Honey, I ain't been working hard enough then. I thought with the way your eyes follow me around, you thought about banging me all the time." "Well, I'll admit you've been an inspiration more than once." "I'm glad to hear that. So what are we going to do for another hour or two?" "I don't know, I guess you could sit there and ask me a bunch more embarrassing questions." "I got a little better idea." "What's that?" "Why don't you let me give you a blow job?" "Roxanne, really?" "Bradley, dear. You're all grown up and going off to college and I'm getting older by the day. I want to make your wishes come true before I'm an old hag." "What??" "Now, don't be a dumb ass. You just told me you beat off to me all the time." "Not all the time." "What other little tramps get you hard, huh?" She leered at me mischievously. "Granted, I think I know one of them." "I'm not talking about that." "Well come on, baby. We're alone with time to kill. You know we both want it. I want to see if you have a big cock like your dad and uncle." "You've fucked Dad and Rick?" She shook her head. "Not that I haven't tried. Your mom and Shelley got to them first when they got back from the war. I didn't stand a chance. I was still practically a kid. The bastards also take their marriage vows pretty seriously. Unfortunately, your mama and Aunt Shelley can't resist bragging a little." "Shit. Too much info." "Bradley, don't be a prude. Like I said, your mama and aunt were two lusty creatures once upon a time. I bet Janie is the same way. I just can't believe she's going off to college an innocent little virgin." "Yeah, that is hard to believe." "Look, you want me to suck your cock or not? I can see he's interested." I definitely had the beginnings of a tent in my pants. "I'll make you feel really good." She reached for the button on my pants. What the hell I thought. I had always wanted to. I took a long pull from my drink and sat it on the table. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. She swiftly slid her hand through my boxers and hauled out my stiffening cock. "Oh, it looks like it runs in the family. Damn baby, I wish I'd have known this earlier. I'd have been keeping your balls empty, instead of letting these little teen age tramps try to take care of it for you." She leaned over and gave me a big sloppy kiss. I reveled in the complete change of events in the last hour. Roxanne started out by asking me if I was banging Janie, now she had my throbbing cock in her hand and her tongue down my throat. "Goddamn, you're a good kisser too. Mmmm. Let me get my blouse and skirt off real quick. I don't want them to get rumpled. " She quickly stood up and began to finish unbuttoning her blouse the rest of the way. It slid off her shoulders revealing a sexy low cut white bra. It was very lacy and made her big tits stand up proud. She flipped her blouse on to a nearby chair. Her short skirt was next, as she quickly unzipped the back and began to shimmy it down her hips. Soon she was standing in front of me in her bra, nude pantyhose with no panties and those sexy fucking red heels. Her body was still tight in all the right places. I knew she liked to exercise and it had certainly paid off. "Roxanne, you look great!" "Not bad for a 43 year old, huh baby?" "No, not bad for any age." "As good as you imagined?" "Fuck yeah!" She knelt back down on the leather couch next to me. I managed to get my pants all the way down to the floor to allow her full access. Her hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and her warm wet mouth was soon sliding up and down the length of my cock. I leaned my head back on the couch and enjoyed it. God, what a feeling! I had gotten several blow jobs but they had always been done with very little enthusiasm. Not Roxanne though. She sucked and slurped and moaned. She would stop for a moment and look up through her eyeglasses at me. She would take her mouth completely of it and run her tongue around the head, using the just the tip to probe my slit. "Damn, honey, your pre-cum tastes so good. I can't wait to get the whole load. When did you cum last?" Her mouth and tongue roamed over the head of my cock. "Three days ago." "Three whole days? Were you by yourself?" "Yeah." "What were you thinking about?" Without thinking about it, I blurted, "Ja...., uh, you." Shit, I admitted it. "Mmmm, I thought so. It's ok to think of her. I'm sure she thinks of you, too. It's ok for to jack this big cock thinking about me too, but I'd rather you just let me suck on it." "God, Roxanne I finally admitted it." "Honey, you're not the first man to spill a load over a family member. My brother steals my dirty panties and pantyhose when he comes to visit to this day." "No, shit?" "Yeah, it's no big deal. He even leaves me money to buy new ones." "Wow." "Now, just lay back and relax. I've got a nice big cock to suck." True to her word she got back to business. I was amazed that she could get nearly all of my eight inches down her throat. She would gag a little and then come back up for air. It was an amazing experience. "God Roxanne, you make me feel so good." She moaned around my cock as a way of thanks. She was going to make me come soon. A girl had never made me come with her mouth before. I felt my balls tighten and knew it was on its way. "Oh, Roxanne, oh baby, I'm cumming." I could hear her moan as my first spurts erupted in her mouth. The spurts continued for close to 10 seconds. Each one felt like a flood leaving my cock. She diligently sucked me until I was empty and then let my cock slide out of her mouth to lie on my still heaving mid-section. "How was that Bradley, my stud?" "Fuck, that was great." Without thinking I pulled her to me and began to kiss her. I quickly realized I could taste my own cum, but I was so overcome with the amazing blowjob, I didn't care. "Yeah, it was. I feel like you came a quart. You're a good young stud." She stood up and retrieved some mouthwash from her desk. I admired her great ass covered in the fabric of the pantyhose. "I know you got caught up in the moment, but you might not want to keep kissing me with my mouth coated in your cum." "No, I guess not." "Don't go anywhere. Round two will start in a minute. We still have plenty of time." I decided that I'd go ahead and get undressed as she went to restroom. I also decided to get a drink of water. As I walked through the office naked, I kept thinking how wild it was to be fooling around with Roxanne and her getting me to admit that I fantasized about Janie while jerking off. When I walked back to the front office I saw Roxanne sitting on the conference room table. She had removed her bra and was using a letter opener to slice a hole in the crotch of her hose. "Now, I'm ready. Get over here and let me see how you eat pussy." I walked over and sat in one of the big leather chairs. She had her legs spread wide with her feet on the table. She had pushed her ass right up to the edge offering me a veritable buffet of hot, wet pussy. I placed my hands on her knees as I leaned in to begin lapping at her. She was already really wet. She had her labia shaved, but there was still a big, thick red bush up at the top. I swirled my tongue around her pussy lips while always moving ever closer to her clit. I ran my hands up and down her pantyhose clad thighs. They felt so soft. So many times I had sat and watched her legs move in her sexy nylons, wishing I could touch them. Now I was. "Mmmm, you're doing pretty good. I know you love my legs, but use your fingers too. You can play with my nylon covered legs any time you want. I'll let you. But right now I want you to make me cum." "Ok, I'd love that." I slid one and then two fingers into her hot cunt. I swirled them around as I probed her. "Oh yeah, that's better sweetheart. I can't believe I'm finally going to fuck a Smith man on this table." "You've wanted to do it for a long time, huh?" "Oh yeah." She looked at her watch. "Damn, it's getting later than I thought. They could call any minute. Get up here and fuck me." I took a quick look at the clock and realized she was right. My cock had returned to full rigidness and when I stood, I quickly slipped it in to Roxanne's sweet pussy. I slowly began to stroke in and out of her. She wasn't as tight as the 18 year olds I was used to too, but she knew how to squeeze my cock. "Damn, you feel so big in me. I haven't felt this full in years baby. Your cock is so thick." "Fuck, you feel really good too, Roxanne. I love the way you squeeze me." "Mmm, that's a benefit of fucking older women Brad. We know how to please a man. Don't forget it." I continued to pound her. "You said your brother steals your panties and hose. Did you ever mess around with him?" I was looking into her eyes as I stabbed my cock in her. "Brad, you promise me to never talk to anyone about this?" "Yes." "Ok. This is really important baby. But I want you to know the truth since you feel the way you do about Janie. Yes I did, and it was a wonderful experience." "It was?" "Honey, it was great. I'll tell you all about it later, but right now I want you to just fuck me. We're here together now. Let's enjoy it, baby." "Ok." I started to slide in and out of her faster and harder. My balls were slapping her ass. She had placed her pantyhose covered legs and heels over my shoulders so I could get all the way in her. She kept squeezing my cock with her pussy. It was really driving me wild. We were both so caught up in the feeling, that we never heard the front door open. I was still pounding her pussy when I heard my Uncle Rick's voice. "Goddamn son, did you put up any fight at all?" I spun my head around to see Rick and my Dad Standing there shaking their heads. Roxanne slapped her hand on the table and sat up. "Shit. I was finally getting to fuck one of you three and you two had to show up and ruin it. Are Shelley and Liz out there too?" My Dad spoke up, "No they're already at the club waiting on us. We decided to stop by and have a quick drink before we met them. You two going to join us or do we need to leave you alone?" "Depends on how the meeting went," Roxanne said. "The meeting went damn well. We're good to go. That's why we're going to have a glass of Dad's good scotch," Rick added. "Well, Damn, Bradley and I can finish this later. Let's go celebrate!" Roxanne hopped off the table and went to get her clothes. "Now for you young man," my dad began. "Rick told me he warned you. She's a powerful force." "Shit, I'm sorry. How the hell were you two able to resist her all these years?" "Practice, son, Practice," Rick added. "Hell, it ain't a big deal. Not like she was your first piece of ass or anything. We'll keep your mama in the dark about it though. It might cause a little friction between her and Roxanne," my dad laughed. "Yeah, I guess so." Roxanne popped back in the room with her clothes on one arm and mine on the other. "Here you go, baby." She leaned in and gave me another kiss and said, "To be continued." She left my clothes, grabbed her bra and went to the restroom. "What a shameless lil slut we have working for us," my dad shook his head. "Get dressed and come back to your Granddad's office." "Ok, Just a sec." I started laughing as they walked out. I got dressed and joined them in my grandfather's office. They had left everything pretty much the way it was the day he retired. They had hung a picture of him on the wall that showed him standing in front of the first well he ever drilled. Over the years there had been a tradition that dated back well before my birth. Anytime there had been a good deal made, Dad and Rick would have a glass of "Dad's Scotch". My grandfather had been devoted scotch man from the time he'd got back from the Pacific. He's been a Marine and had fought in many of the island campaigns. After he had become successful, Grandmother and he had traveled a lot. He loved going to Scotland, and had accumulated a scotch collection that would make any connoisseur proud. This was my first time to participate in the tradition. I walked in and saw them looking at the picture of Granddad as well as the pictures of Grandmother, Roy and Tim. There were a total of eight glasses sitting on the bar. Four contained scotch, and four were empty. The empty ones were for Granddad, Grandmother, Tim and Roy. They always put the extra four out. "To remember," my dad had told me. They never drank the same scotch two times in a row and what it was didn't really matter. That it was "Dad's scotch" was the important thing. Roxanne finally joined us. My dad distributed the glasses. Dad started, "I'll propose the toast. Brad, like you know, this is a little tradition that we've had for a long time. Your granddad couldn't let something like this happen without having a swig. This is the first time you've been in here with us. Someday, this will all be yours and you can keep the tradition going or you can let it pass. As you probably know, we always keep the extra glasses out to remember. Your granddad always put an extra glass out to remind himself of all the good friends he lost in the war. We do it because of all the things that your granddad taught us, and to remember him and mom, Tim and Roy." My Cousin Janie Ch. 01 I nodded to him, recognizing that this was an important moment. Dad continued, "We've got a great opportunity to make ourselves a lot of money and do what Dad always wanted us to do. Find oil. But, like every other thing in this goddamn business, it hasn't come without a lot of hard work and a lot of risk. That's the way things are. This deal has been a long time coming, and I only wish he and Mom and Tim and Roy were here with us to see it. We've got the backing to make it happen now. So, like dad always said, remember your family, remember your business, and keep your pecker hard and your powder dry. Cheers." Our four glasses clinked together. Roxanne was dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "Your daddy would be so proud of you two." "Yeah, almost as proud as he would be to see Brad with you rutting on the conference room table," Rick added. "Oh, fuck off," She laughed, "at least he has the balls to fuck me." "Roxanne, we're married men. Speaking of which, we better get our asses moving or Liz and Shelley will think we're at the whorehouse or something," my dad said. We finished our drink and headed for the door. Roxanne and I were walking behind Dad and Rick. She gave my ass a quick squeeze and mouthed the words "After dinner, you and me." I nodded agreement. We went out and had a great celebration dinner. Everyone besides me, had way too much to drink, but it was to be expected. Dad and Rick seemed to be more relaxed than I had seen them in months. I knew this was a big deal, but I hadn't carried the burden that they had getting it done. After, dinner I drove Shelley and Rick home first and then dropped my mom and dad off. I would drop Roxanne off last since we were in her company SUV, and then I could walk the block back to the office. As soon as we pulled out of my parent's driveway, Roxanne's red fingernails were reaching for my zipper. "Damn, Roxanne. I'm driving." "Don't tell me you've never wanted to have your cock sucked driving down the road." "Well, yeah I have." "Ok, then consider your dreams coming true." My half erect cock was soon back in her hot mouth. "Oh, that feels good." "It's going to feel good in my cunt again," she said before she took all the way down her throat again. I tried my best to concentrate on the road. Thankfully the roads were mostly empty and we didn't have far to go. She was really taking her time and not trying to intentionally suck me off. I got close a couple times, but she sensed it and held me off. We finally pulled up in front of her house. "Come on in, let's finish what we started." I secured my cock and followed her into her house. As soon as she was inside, her clothes started coming off. Mine quickly followed suit. Soon she was in walking in front of me in just her heels and pantyhose. "Just stick your cock in me. I'm still ready." She knelt doggy style on the bed. "I wanted to drag you away from table tonight and fuck you in the bathroom. I wonder if your dad will tell Liz about us?" "I don't think so; they said they'd keep it quiet." I knelt behind her and lined my cock up with the wet gash peeking out of her pantyhose. I slowly slipped it in her. "Oh, god, that's good. Oh fuck. I just don't want to have any problems with your mom. She's always been good to me." "Yeah, me neither. Oh, Roxanne. This is so good." "Yeah it is. Fuck me harder. You don't have to be gentle with me, like those little 18 year olds. I like a man pounding me." I quickened my pace and started slamming my hips into hers. "Umm yeah that's it. Fuck my wet cunt. If you ever get horny at school baby, you just let me know. I'll be right up to see you." "Oh Roxanne, I will baby, I will. Oh, your pussy is so good." I was rubbing her pantyhose covered ass as I continued to pound her. She had enough to drink that she was really screaming and moaning. It was such a turn on compared to the 18 year olds I had been with. We fucked for a long time with only the sounds of our grunts and my hips slapping her ass in the room. "God your big cock feels so good. I'm ready to cum baby. I want you to flood my cunt with your hot cum. Do it for me. I need it, Baby." "Ok, here it is, Oh Roxanne, oh god..." I unloaded my balls into that sweet 43 years olds pussy. God that felt good. She was by far the best fuck I'd ever had. "Bradley, I'm hooked. That was so good." I collapsed on the bed next to her. "Yes, it was." We kissed and touched one another for a while. "So what did you want to know about my brother and me?" "Well, what happened? You don't have to tell me everything, but did you really fuck him?" "Ok, but again this is just between you and me right?" "Yeah, sure." "The short version is found him empting his balls on a pair of my stockings and then one thing led to another and he emptied his second load of the day in my pussy. It was the summer before I went to college. He was a year older and had already been at State for a year. When he came home that summer, everything happened." "Wow, how did it end?" "It ended fine, he met his wife and I met my first husband. We never did it again after that summer, but like I said, he still likes to get some of my dirty panties and nylons." "Was he your first?" "Oh, no honey. I wasn't his either. I wouldn't recommend that." "Did you ever feel guilty about it?" "Nope, neither did he. We just had some amazing sex with someone we loved and trusted." "Well, I don't know if I can do it with Janie or not. Hell, I'm not even sure she really feels that way. It just seems so wrong." "Bradley. Baby, I can't tell you what's right and what's wrong. That's going to have to be up to you and Janie. You need to talk to her about it and be honest with her. But I'm sure she feels that way about you. I think she's really scared that she's having these thoughts about you and is afraid to say it, but it sounds to me like you feel the same way. Honey, you and her may never feel as close and trust somebody as much as you do one another again in your lives. That's something special. If you both want it, don't let what is "right and wrong" stop you. If you have doubts, think about it. It doesn't have to be decided right now. Talk to her. I'm just glad to see you're beginning to admit the way you really feel about her. Now out with you. I got a bunch of shit to do in the morning and I know you got packing to do. I also don't want to explain to your mama why you were at my house this late." "Ok." I gave her a nice, long kiss. She gave my cock a little squeeze. "Remember, if you can't find a warm wet hole for this, I'm always open for business." "I will. Thanks for the advice and everything else, Roxanne. Bye." "You're welcome. Just remember what I said, Ok?" "I will." I quickly dressed and headed out the door. The next couple days were a blur as I packed my stuff and got lined out on the work I needed to take with me to help Dad and Rick. The morning I left for school, I stopped by the office to pick up some files. Roxanne was in the front office, looking sexy as usual. She gave me a playful swat on the ass as I walked by her desk. I walked down the hall to my dad's office. He and Rick were leaning over a map table picking wells to reference. Rick looked up, "Hell, Bob, here he is finally. Son, you're going to have to keep your shit together up there at school. We're going to be counting on your help on this deal." My Dad continued, "Exactly. You keep those damn co-eds, cold beer and that laughing lettuce at arm's length." "I will guys." "You got everything packed and ready," Dad asked. "Yeah, I think so." "All right, Roxanne has a box packed for you on your desk. Now we need your help, but don't let this shit take precedence over school. Learn something up there. Also, don't forget to enjoy it. Rick and I spent those years in the jungle, fighting for god knows what." Dad reached out his hand. We shook and then shared a quick hug. "Good luck, Brad," Rick offered his hand. We hugged too. "By the way son, I talked to Janie last night. She told me to tell you she's been really busy and sorry she hasn't called you." "Oh, ok. I was beginning to wonder." "Yeah me too. She said she'd call you this weekend." "Cool, call if you need anything." "Don't worry, we will," Dad added. I walked back to my little office and saw the box Roxanne had packed for me. On the top was a fat envelope that said "Bradley" on it in big red letters. It looked like it had been written in lipstick. I opened and there were a bunch of Polaroid pictures, a pair of black satin panties and a little note that said, "Just in case you forget what a REAL woman looks like. Love ya and good luck, Roxanne." Her lips were imprinted on the corner in the same bright red shade of lipstick. I quickly scanned the photos. She was mostly nude in them or wearing the panties I now had in my hands, and black stockings. I smiled and put them back in the envelope. I heard her heels clicking towards me. "I guess you found my little care package, baby?" She was leaning in the door frame. She was twirling her hair with her finger. "Yeah, I did. Who took the pictures?" "One of my girlfriends. Don't worry; she doesn't know they were for a young stud like yourself. She might want to move in on my action. Do you like them?" "Yes, I do. Thanks." She walked over towards me and gave me a big hug. "I can't believe Janie, and now you are leaving us!" "It's going to different for sure." "You're sure you don't want a quick blowjob for the road? I can take an early lunch." She smiled seductively. "No, I really better get on the road. I will take a rain check on that though." "Ok, just make sure you remember to claim it." She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hearty kiss. "Now, get your ass out of here, before I get so horny, I fuck you senseless." She turned to walk away. She was shaking her hips for emphasis and my enjoyment. When she reached the door, she turned and blew me a kiss. "Bye, now." "Bye, Roxanne." I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door. Once I was loaded up, I hit the road. I got to campus and got checked in. My dad had went ahead and sprung for a single room so that I would have plenty of room to work. Plus, the added privacy would be nice. I started unpacking and gradually guys came by to introduce themselves. For the most part, everybody seemed like a pretty good bunch of dudes. A few guys were obviously fellow weightlifters and we made a time to go check the gym out the next day. By the time I got everything hauled up out of my truck and half way unpacked, it was getting late. I remembered the envelope from Roxanne and thought I better not leave that lying around. I put it in the bottom drawer with my other porn. I laid down on the bed and got to thinking about the last couple days. Everything seemed so strange. I finally admitted to myself that I did think of Janie in a sexual way, but really only after it had practically hit me in the face. Without saying it, she had showed me how she felt. Roxanne was right about a lot of things. Roxanne, Jesus, I couldn't believe I had fucked Roxanne. That was too crazy. But damn it had been good. I was still thinking about Roxanne's hot pussy when I fell asleep. As planned, a group of us walked over to gym after breakfast. We had a great workout and everybody seemed to be trying to impress one another. There were a number of young hotties on the cardio equipment as well for us to try and impress. I got back to my dorm a little after lunch. I checked the company phone to make sure Dad or Rick hadn't tried to call. There was a missed call, but I didn't recognize the area code, but I then I thought that must be Janie. I immediately hit redial. "Hello?" "Janie?" "Brad! How are you?" "Good, you?" "I'm fine. I must have just missed you." "Yeah, I guess so; I just got back from the gym." "Really? That's cool. I bet they have a nice set up there. The one here isn't so nice." "Sorry to hear that. How's everything else? You like your dorm room and everything?" "Yeah, it's nice. I already really like my roommate." "That's great. Dad got me a single so I'd have room for all this shit that they wanted me to have on hand." "That's what I heard. You're a big help to them." "I try. Chris settled in ok?" "Uh, yeah he is." "Great." We chatted about other things for a little while. It was really good to hear from her. "Brad, I have to tell you this. Chris and I took a really big step last night." "Oh yeah?" "We made love for the first time." I knew what was coming when she said "big step", but it still hit me like a knife. "Really?" I put a little too much emphasis on the question. "Yeah. It finally felt right." "Great, I'm happy for you, honey." "You are?" "Well, yeah of course I am. I want you to be happy." "Oh, ok. I just thought that you seemed a little upset." "No, why would I be upset?" "I don't know, just the way you said 'Really'." "Janie, I didn't mean anything by it. I think I had just figured you guys already had or something." "So you're not mad at me?" "No honey, I'm not. Why would I be mad at you? You know I've slept with several girls. Chris has been your boyfriend for like three years." "Ok. I just wanted to make sure." We chatted about her campus and some other things for a while. "Brad, uh, look, I'm really sorry about the other night. I don't know what came over me." "There's nothing to be sorry about Janie." "Yeah there is. Brad, I, I'm really sorry I kissed you." "Janie, don't worry about it." "Brad, I am worried about it. You probably think I'm some kind of freak." "No I don't, baby. You were upset. It was no big deal." "Brad, it WAS a big deal to me." She had started crying. "Why honey? Why was it such a big deal?" "Because it was an expression of the way I feel about you." "Janie, I..." "Brad, I'm really sorry. Please, don't let it change the way you feel about me. It was a mistake. I guess I totally misread the way you felt about me." "Honey, what do you mean by that?" "I, I just thought that you felt the same way that I did." "Janie, tell me how do you feel?" "Brad, I, uh, I gotta go." "Janie, wait." "Bye Brad!" "Janie!" The diaI tone burned my ears. I thought about calling her back, but I didn't know what to say. I knew what she meant. She didn't have to say it. I still wasn't sure exactly how I felt. I knew I loved her, but that didn't mean the I REALLY loved her. I had thought of her in a sexual way, but that was hardly the same thing. I picked up the phone and dialed Roxanne's home phone. "Oh, hi, big boy. Lonely all ready?" "No, sorry, Roxanne, I just needed some advice." "Oh, damn. Business. Always the same with you Smiths. What's on your mind?" I quickly filled her in on the conversation I had with Janie. I told her about everything else that happened our last night together. "Jesus, Bradley. Are you really going to make her spell it for you? She's really loves you and wants you bad." "I know, I'm an asshole, but what should I do?" "Honey, first things first, you gotta make up your mind how you feel about her. You've said you love her. Do you really love her and want to make love to her, do you just want to fuck your hot cousin a few times, or do you think it's too "wrong"?" "Roxanne, I love her. I really do. She does turn me on....." "Ok, answer this. How did it make you feel when she told you Chris got there first?" "Mad." "Yep, mad. Honey, you want to be with her. I'm actually glad it happened this way. You didn't want to be her first, baby." "Yeah, you told me that." "Ok, now answer the rest of question. I told you what I think." "Roxanne, I don't know. I'm not really sure." "Why?" "Because I think it's wrong and I shouldn't think of her that way." "Baby, there's nothing wrong with it. Yeah it's supposedly a sin and all that, but you are closer to Janie than I was ever to my brother and I would never take that time back for anything. You love her and she loves you. There's no wrong in that. Now you two can't set up a little house and start having kids and all that other shit, but you can share a beautiful thing with her. You too already have a loving relationship and can share one another without the usual bullshit. You'll both eventually move on since you're both smart people, but that doesn't mean you can't share a wonderful experience. Live for the day, baby." "I hear you." "You also need to be honest with one another. If you two become intimate, it's not fair to expect either of you to be monogamous. Like I said, you won't be able to have a normal relationship with one another, so don't deny that opportunity to one another." "Is that self-interest?" "Baby, I'd like to have you between my legs every day for the rest of my life, but I know that's not likely. I'm just telling you from experience." "I know, I'm just messing with you." "Ok, baby, now it's up to you. You can call her back or you can let it go. If you let it go, it may not ever be there again, and things may change between you two. They may already have. I think the only reason that she slept with Chris was because of the other night. She had been saving herself for you. I think she figured you weren't interested, so she might just get it over with." "Yeah, you're probably right. Thanks, Roxanne." "No problem honey. What are you going to do?" "I don't know yet." "Ok, just be careful with her. She's too special to you, babe." "I know." "Remember, though, if you get lonely..." "I know, Roxanne. I know." "Honey, I've got to compete with those co-eds." "There are a few of them up here." "Oh, don't you dare. There isn't a one of them that can suck your cock as good as I can." "I bet you're right." "Baby, you know I'm right. Bye now." "Bye." I thought for a long while about what I was going to do. I knew that this would be a big decision, but after a while, I knew there was only one way to go. I picked up the phone. "Hello." She was still crying. "Janie, baby, I'm so sorry. Are you alone?" "Yeah. I am. Why?" "Honey, we need to talk." "About what?" "About how we feel about one another." "Brad, no. We don't have to do this. I was wrong. This whole thing has been wrong." "No, Janie. We do have to talk about it. I don't want to lose you." "Brad, you're not going to lose me. It's just that I feel so guilty for the way I feel about you. And then the other night, the look on your face. It almost tore my heart out." "Janie, let forget about the other night. Everything starts from right now, OK?" "Ok." "Janie, you're not the only one, baby. I have feelings for you that I'm not really proud of." "You do?" "Yes, I do. I think I've kept them suppressed a lot more than you have, but I think we feel the same way about one another." "You mean, you really do?" "Yeah, baby. I do. I've fought it for a long time, but I realize I'm attracted to you in ways that I probably shouldn't be. I just was never honest with myself about it." "Oh, Brad. I thought I was so terrible. I've looked at you that way for a long time now. I was sure you felt the same way. I knew I was leaving you, and I knew I had to let you know how I felt, in case we grew apart. I wanted you to make love to me the other night so bad." "Really?" "Yeah, I had waited for so long and I finally thought I should make the move. I thought about it all week. I picked everything out carefully and wanted to be the sexiest girl you had ever seen." "Baby, you were." "I was?" "Yeah, you've always been that for me." "I have, really?" "Janie, yes you have. I've always thought that. I just couldn't make myself admit it. I was just shocked the other night. I was the asshole, not you."