by Michael K. Smith
I had been up late the night before, talking with my aunt and uncle before they left on their anniversary cruise around the Caribbean, so while I am by nature an early riser, I slept in kind of late the next morning, which was Saturday. I climbed out of bed rather fuzzily, yawned, tried to pry my eyes open, and wandered down the hall to the bathroom.
When I got there, I stood in the doorway, momentarily transfixed. My little cousin, Carrie, was up on tiptoes, leaning over the bathroom counter, a toothbrush clenched in one hand. Her face was up close to the mirror and she seemed to be inspecting her teeth. But that wasn�t what caught my immediate attention.
She was wearing only a tee-shirt and white cotton panties, which was apparently what she had slept in. The shirt had ridden up over her hips as she stretched, displaying the most perfectly rounded, tight little ass I could ever remember being privileged to see.
My folks had taken Carrie�s folks to the downtown docks at an early hour to see them onto their ship. Carrie was spending the week with us so my aunt and uncle could have their cruise all to themselves.
I say "little," but Carrie was sixteen, only a year and a few months younger than me. However, she was also only a little over five feet tall, a petite cutie, compared to my nearly six feet. I hadn�t seen her in more than a year and I had been startled when they arrived the previous afternoon at just how much she had grown up. The puppy fat was gone, her waist had narrowed, her legs were longer and more slender, and her tits had become much more prominent. A very hot little number in a compact package. And now here she was, stretched out across my bathroom counter.
Without thinking, I cleared my throat. Carrie glanced over and flashed me a bright smile. "Morning, Tommy! Sleep good?" She peeled back her upper lip and inspected her gums, shifting her weight on her toes as she did so. Her ass muscles moved and my mouth abruptly went dry. I was suddenly very aware that I was standing there in just my Fruit of the Looms and that my cock was becoming interested in what I was seeing. Also, the pressure in my bladder was becoming painful.
"Um. Look, Carrie, . . . would you mind if I use the bathroom for a minute?"
She looked back at me and I noted her gaze pausing for a moment to consider the front of my briefs. "Sure, go ahead," she said with a straight face, motioning toward the toilet on the other side of her. "Don�t mind me. I don�t want to interrupt your routine."
I just looked at her, not sure whether she was pulling my leg or whether this was a come-on. Carrie was the friendly type but had never been that much of a flirt that I could remember. However, maybe her approach to guys had changed at the same time her body had matured. And we had the house all to ourselves for a few hours.
I finally decided "what the hell" and brushed past behind her. My cock was twice the size it had been three minutes before and the bulge in the front of my briefs dragged across that lovely little ass as I passed. I saw her eyes widen in the mirror.
I stood in front of the toilet, watching her out of the corner of my eye as I pulled my cock out over the top of the elastic. Carrie wasn�t leaving the bathroom but she was resolutely keeping her eyes on the mirror. But then she glanced over as the yellow stream hit the porcelain. Maybe she couldn�t help it — but she kept watching. I could feel my pulse increasing. I had no idea what was going on here, or what was going to happen, but I was willing to play along.
I heard her say "Oh. My. God." in a low voice, and then she licked her lips as I finished and gave my dick a shake. I stood there with it in my hand for a moment, wondering what to do next. It was actually too large now to fit comfortably back in my underwear. My subconscious shook its head, shut its eyes, and opened all the circuit breakers.
I turned toward her. She was still on tiptoes but now she settled back on her heels. She stared at my penis, now protruding like the bowsprit of a ship. Then she looked at my face and licked her lips again. "If you really want to see it," I said, "it�s right here. Look all you want." I could hear the huskiness in my voice.
Carrie regarded me thoughtfully for a moment, then moved slowly toward me. She pushed the flush lever, closed the lid, and sat down. I backed up against the wall behind me, which put my erection maybe eight inches from her knees. She sat there without moving, examining my organ, while I waited for something else to happen. I couldn�t handle the silence.
"Larger than you�re used to?" I asked, then kicked myself for the implication. She sort of smiled.
"Never seen one before, actually. Not out in the open."
"Have . . . you touched one?"
"Well, once or twice. Inside a pair of jeans. Not like this." She looked up at me. "You wouldn�t mind, Tommy?"
"No. No, I definitely would not mind."
First, she hooked her fingers in the side elastic of my briefs and pushed them down my thighs until they dropped around my ankles. Then she reached out a small hand and drew her fingertips across the head of my cock, which twitched uncontrollably. She shot me a smile, then curled her hand around the head. Electrical charges raced up and down the shaft. "You know, . . . I�ve never . . . had one of these in my mouth. Would you like that, you think?" I nodded dumbly.
"Okay, come a little closer. . . ." She leaned forward and her long hair fell around her face as she fastened her lips around the head of my penis. She paused, then began brushing her tongue back and forth over the tip. I felt my toes curl. She swallowed and took in another inch of it, letting her lips move down the shaft. I had to get a grip on myself, otherwise I would have grabbed her by her cute little ears and shoved my dick clear down her throat. She probably wouldn�t have appreciated that.
After two or three journeys up and down the upper half of my cock, Carrie let it escape from her mouth and looked up at my face. She smiled at my expression, then lifted my penis and began licking up and down its length.
If I were masturbating — which, frankly, was my usual method for relieving morning tension — I would ordinarily have spent fifteen or twenty minutes pumping my cock before reaching the point of no return. Maybe it was the novelty of receiving an unexpected blow-job from a very cute girl in my own bathroom, but I could already feel the forces gathering in the depths of my groin.
"Listen, I�m going to . . ." I began.
"Already? Okay. Um, you want to come on me. . . ?" She released my cock. "Wait a sec." And in a single swift movement, she lifted the hem of her tee-shirt, drew it off over her head, and tossed it on the floor. Then she arched her back and looked up at me expectantly. I stared down at a pair of perfect, small, pointy breasts topped by stiffly pink nipples. It was like touching a match to a heap of black powder. I took my dick in hand, gave it one and a half strokes, and erupted all across my little cousin�s tits. I found myself jerking with the force of my orgasm, much more so than usual, and on the second eruption a couple of streamers of semen draped themselves across her lips and chin.
As I caught my breath and the last couple of spurts oozed out, Carrie leaned back against the tank and looked down at herself. I stood there and looked down at her, too, taking in the viscous cum dripping slowly from one nipple, and the way her flat little stomach led down to the top of her bikini panties, and the shadow of pubic hair, and the indentation where the cotton was tucked slightly up into her pussy. I swallowed hard and wondered if I was actually still asleep in my bed and experiencing one hell of a dream.
Carrie looked back up into my face and gave me another brilliant smile. "Wow." I handed her the hand towel off the rack and she spent a moment wiping herself off. She didn�t bother to replace her tee-shirt. In fact, she rose up enough to raise the toilet seat lid, shove her panties down to her knees, and sit down again, legs spread.
"I got to watch you pee, so you get to watch me, okay? Fair�s fair." I heard the urine hitting the water beneath her. There was a faint aroma, and not an unpleasant one. Without really thinking about it, I bent and pushed her panties down the rest of the way. She didn�t object, merely lifted her feet one at a time to escape them, while I did the same with my briefs.
She tore off some tissue, folded it up and patted between her widespread legs. Then she stood and reached behind to flush, giving me a glimpse of the yellow water. For some reason, I found that extremely erotic.
She reached up and drew a design on my chest with one fingertip. "So, now what?"
"Christ, I have no idea," I replied. "This isn�t my usual routine when I get up in the morning." I took her shoulders in my hands and she let me pull her closer. Then I bent down and kissed her, long and slow. She leaned against me and I felt her hard little nipples against my ribs while she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could feel a stirring in my cock again. Carrie felt it, too. Her hand moved down and took a grip on my penis, and squeezed.
"You know, Tommy," she began in a low voice, "I�m still a virgin. In fact, this is the farthest I�ve gone with a guy."
"I am, too, actually — at least in terms of fucking." I shrugged, feeling just a little embarrassed. "I just haven�t gotten around to it yet."
"Well, it wasn�t a suggestion, really. I have a feeling making love with you would be very nice, but, . . ." She stopped and looked down.
"That�s okay, Carrie. Really. I understand. Anyway, it�s not like I even own a condom."
She laughed, and turned to leave, leading me by my rapidly expanding cock. "Wait," I said and stooped to gather up our underwear. Then we proceeded to the guest room, on the other side of the bathroom from my own room. There she released me and stepped back.
She didn�t seem in any hurry to stop being naked in front of me. I could only admire her slender body and those small but prominent breasts. The pale patch of curls above her crotch had been carefully trimmed to accommodate her bathing suit. She watched me drinking her in and put her hands up over her head in a pirouette, rotating slowly so I could see all the rest of her. That ass, my god. My cock was so rigid again, it was beginning to be painful.
She stood a moment in thought, then took my hand and led me to the side of her bed. "Tommy," she said in a roughened tone that went straight to my balls, "I want you to rub your cock all over me. I want to feel it touching me everywhere. Would you do that?"
I couldn�t even find my voice to reply. I just pressed her back on her rumbled sheets, moved up to the head of the bed, and straddled her throat. I lowered myself and brushed the head of my cock all over her face, across her closed eyes and around her nose. I pushed it into each ear in turn, then rubbed it slowly back and forth across her mouth. She didn�t suck it in this time, just smiled and tilted her head back so I could stroke my cock up and down her throat.
I got up and moved down to straddled her waist so I could rub my penis all around each breast. I loved the firm, resilient feeling of her flesh and the way each nipple pushed up into the hole in my dick.
I drew stripes with it back and forth across her flat stomach and up and down her ribcage, and I was away of her shortened breath. Then I climbed off and, after a moment�s hesitation, put a hand on each knee and spread her legs wide. She watched me carefully as she bent her knees and opened herself to me. I knelt and carefully rubbed the head of my cock slowly up and down her pussy, but without pushing it in.
Carrie gasped and stuck her hands back beneath her pillow. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. I knew at that moment that I could push myself inside her and she would simply wrap her slender legs around me and allow herself to be fucked, condom or no condom. And there would be an aftermath, I knew that, too, so I refrained. But it wasn�t easy.
Instead, I pushed her knees back and let my cock trace a path down between her legs from the bottom of her pussy to her asshole, which tightened and opened several times. Carrie�s legs were writhing a little in my hands.
I slipped out of the way and urged her to turn over. She sighed and did it but she couldn�t lie still any longer. Her little ass rose and fell and shifted from side to side. I got astride of her again and rubbed my cock across the back of her neck and then all across her shoulder blades and down her spine. By the time I got to the small of her back and the flair of her hips, she was moaning under her breath. And I was slowly driving myself insane.
I spread her thighs and continued rubbing myself against her, back and forth across her ass and up and down the cleft between her cheeks. Carrie responded by arching her back and lifting her ass and pulling her knees up. I could see moisture gleaming in her pussy. I leaned forward carefully and dragged my cock up and down again and was rewarded with gasps and jerks. I really, really wanted to just push in there, to bury myself in her damp warmth, but I simply didn�t dare. Still, I had to do something. The pressure was building again.
Finally, I leaned forward on my elbows and whispered in her small ear. "Will you trust me, Carrie? I have to get off before I get a hernia. But I�ll try not to hurt you, okay?" She didn�t reply, just nodded her head and clenched her fists under her pillow as she squirmed beneath me.
I got partway up again so I could reach, and then began rubbing the head of my cock up and down over her little asshole, pressing forward each time. Carrie murmured, then began pressing back. After a few seconds, I could feel myself slipping a little ways inside her sphincter. She stiffened, then gasped and pushed back against me. I pulled out a little, then pushed in again. The whole head popped through. Carrie jerked and gasped again. I settled my weight atop her and moved back and forth carefully and I finally worked another inch or so of my penis inside her ass.
"Oh, God, Tommy! Fuck me!"
Another couple of careful thrusts and that was all it took. The orgasm roared over me like a semi over an armadillo and I felt the semen spurting up into my cousin�s intestines. A few jerks and it was over, except for the two of us gasping for breath.
We lay like that for a another few minutes, my cock beginning to deflate but still lodged in her ass. I kissed her earlobe and she smiled. Then I heard the kitchen door to the garage open downstairs and the murmur of my parents� voices. Oddly, I felt no panic.
"We probably shouldn�t let them find us like this," I suggested.
"No, probably not." She sighed. "Time to go back to the real world, I guess."
"Yeah, I suppose so." I eased myself out of her ass and climbed off, wiping my cock on the hand towel. "Hey, we have all the rest of the week, though."
"Yes, we certainly do." Carrie rolled over and sat up. She winced slowly as she stood. "I think . . . I�d better go back to the bathroom for a bit. Having a cock in my ass seems to have stirred things up." She grabbed up her discarded shirt and panties and left the room, hurrying just a bit. I picked up my stuff and stuck my head out the door. My folks were making late breakfast sounds downstairs. I tiptoed quickly up the hall to my own room and shook out yesterday�s jeans. I needed a shower before putting on clean clothes but Carrie obviously had first call on the bathroom.
As I pulled a polo shirt over my head, I wondered how much condoms cost at the drugstore and whether a seventeen-year-old guy could buy a pack without being questioned. It was going to be an interesting week. With any luck.
Copyright 2013 by Michael K. Smith. Copies may be made and posted elsewhere for personal enjoyment, but all commercial rights are reserved.