Cousin Rachel gives your first blowjob

You’re just over eighteen. No longer a virgin. Of course you want more sex when you wake up. Your morning boner demands it.

But your Aunt Lacy is busy shopping with your mother.

That’s why you’re jerking off in the shower. Hot water pours over your body. There’s a steady tap, tap, tap of splashes against the tiles. You’re groaning and shaking your hips like Aunt Lacy is bent over in front of you. Like she’s asking you to spill your seed inside a woman rather than masturbate. You want to do that. You imagine it here: her sexy and mature body braced against the wall, soap flowing down large breasts and a full ass, her sharp cheekbones contrasted by soft sighs and hard thrusts, her mouth whispering furiously that you should let out your cum inside her womb.

You imagine how her husband and daughters would react. You moan. You stroke harder. You’ll eat lunch with hands graced by your aunt’s nude body. Fingers formerly in a wet pussy would pick up a knife and fork laid out by the cousins it had birthed. A hand coming down on your shoulder, reassuring and squeezing you like a champ. The man’s voice in your ears, Aunt Lacy’s husband, proud of his wife for cleansing your sin last night.

It would be like breakfast earlier.

Then the door opens, and your fantasies are interrupted.

“Sorry!” your cousin Rachel says. Through the transparent glass of the shower, you see a woman only one month older than you quickly sit on the toilet. “Need to pee.”

There are not enough spare bathrooms with your aunt’s family staying over. Six extra individuals, four of them adult daughters, means a rotation in the morning. Getting ready is a military endeavor. In and out of the shower in a minute. Finish drying and changing in two.

Sometimes, situations call for a forgo of privacy. Pity you forgot to lock the door.

Lust. Your cock throbs. You’re in an aroused state of mind. She looks like a younger version of her aunt. Sharp cheekbones, thin eyebrows, delicate nose; large breasts hidden behind a sweater, pulled up to hint at shadows beneath the thighs and a flat stomach; yoga pants and lacy panties pulled down, showing hairless skin. Only her blue eyes and blonde hair hint at her father.

“N-no problem,” you say, words tight by your churning balls. Seven inches jut out proudly. Some of your fingers are wrapped around.

You see the corner of those beautiful blue eyes. Raking. Pausing. Too late, your two hands push down on your cock.

Silence of words. You turn away red hot in embarrassment, caught masturbating again. The sound of the shower fills your ears. Her stream is a faint noise. It stops soon.

A flush. The sink turns on. That noise stops soon.

Footsteps. Stopping soon. The bathroom door doesn’t open. Cousin Rachel is right outside the shower.

You turn to her, nude as a lamb. Her eighteen-year old face is blushing like your own, but in a more mature way: hands on the waist and a heaving chest remind you of her mother. Cousin Rachel isn’t interested in a religious lecture, however.

“Little cuz, are you beating off?” Rachel says. She loves reminding you who’s older. Her blonde hair and blue eyes make her look so smug when she tries. You've fantasized about pushing her down; you are again, now. Her nude body at your feet, her mouth on your cock, her body your gift to unwrap; Aunt Lacy’s way of making up for her daughter’s teasing.

Your cock pushes up against your hands. Cousin Rachel catches the aborted swing before you stop it.

“Oh my, you were. What a lame thing to do—can’t you find a girlfriend?”

“I just turned eighteen!”

“I celebrated my eighteenth birthday with a new boyfriend.” Her raised eyebrow, superior smile, and amused blue eyes make it clear how. A daydream floats by: her in a car, parked in some dark spot, with your dick inside celebrating your birthday. Moans. Fumbling hands. Would she use a condom? Your cock throbs again. The fantasy is so similar to…

“I had sex with your mother,” you say, the ultimate insult, repeating what she already knows. Raw sex. A good chance of conception. Cousin Rachel may no longer be your aunt’s youngest by next year.

“That doesn’t count—it’s just mom caring about sin.” Rachel rolls her blue eyes.

“S-she,” you don’t know how to refute that. How do you even retort? “Aunt Lacy will care that you're not a virgin.” There. You deflect.

“She doesn’t believe I can do anything wrong.” She giggles. It’s insincere. “You know, it’s kind of pathetic. Little cuz stroking his dick when he could be making girls say he’s big. Little cuz with his hands in his pants, room dark and the sound of porn, when he could be partying to the sound of music and girls. Little cuz—”

“What do you even want?”

Her blue eyes soften. Her mouth dips into a small, but genuine smile. “Maybe I’m feeling bad for you.” You scoff in disbelief.

Clothes vanish. You freeze. Her sweater, thrown off. Her large breasts, perky and erect, visible in the bathroom light. Her yoga pants, pulled down, and you get a first glimpse at her shaved pussy when she kicks her panties off. She flips her blonde hair back, cheeks blushing, blue eyes not leaving yours. Something indescribable flashes in them. Arms stay at her sides, body left on display for you.

“Let me in the shower, and I’ll give you your first experience with a girl on her knees.”

It’s ****. You’re eighteen and horny. You open the shower door quickly. You’re conscious she’s a couple inches shorter. Your eyes flick all over her body. Water splashes on tantalizing skin. Rivers run down large breasts and hips, and you stop hiding your dick, letting it poke her in the thigh when she steps closer. Pink lips are inches from yours. Blue eyes leave you hypnotized. Her feminine touch is on your cock, suddenly. She says, almost beyond your ability to hear: “Little cuz, tell me by the end if you’d rather jerk off.”

Cousin Rachel kneels.

A mouth closes on your tip. You gasp. You're shocked, your arousal surges, and you watch her with hunger.

Your cousin’s hands stroke gently to the base, her tongue teases the front of your cock, and she keeps her eyes on you. Water pours across all the inches not inside and onto her chest. Her thighs spread; parts of her pussy are visible. Your cousin is trying to convince you to use a woman instead of jerking off, and doesn't know she already succeeded.

“Oh god. Oh god.” Your hands reach down on your once-annoyance.

Your cousin sighs, spreading her legs a touch more, when she feels her blonde hair held tight in your grip. You hold it like a rein, but she has control.

Pulling back, lips dragging, Rachel's mouth deposits your cock’s tip with a lover’s kiss. It hangs proudly. You feel the cold air mixed with warm water on your virility. Then it's gripped with her soft fingers. Rachel kisses your dick’s flesh all over. She pecks it like she's giving a thousand smooches. Her hands rub teasingly as they follow her mouth’s lead, fingers eager to play and touch your cock, before she dips to face your balls.

Her eyes close. Your dick rests on blonde hair. It’s soft. Wet. Not as much as Cousin Rachel’s mouth and fingers on your testicles.

“So good, Rachel, you’re so fucking good at this. My favorite fucking cousin.” After your Aunt Lacy, you don't say. You finally exhale; you realize you were holding your breath.

“Like it, mmm?” A smug tone from between your legs.

“Y-yeah!”

Bliss. Moments later, you want more; you pull her hair.

A month older than you, and your cousin already knows what to do—she makes you go wild with anticipation. She feels the throbbing of your cock most intimately. Blue eyes open, playful, as her mouth moves back to the tip. It stays outside. You throb at the feeling of her breath, so close as to occasionally brush your dick with an eighteen year old’s lips. One feminine hand strokes you. The other caresses her hot body. Smiling smugly at your rapt attention, she puts on a show. Rachel teases her nipples with soft jerks to you, pinches her nipples with hard jerks to you, and rubs her pussy with a fondling of your balls. Her moans and sighs mix with your groans and the shower’s noise.

Then there’s no more waiting. You tug her blonde hair roughly. Your cousin almost appears waiting for it. She responds eagerly, finally giving a single, proper kiss to your virility.

Then—Seven inches. Gone in the depths of a throat. And accepted with a swirling tongue. Her hands grab the back of your thighs for support. She bobs from tip to base, blue eyes fighting to stay open. She moans around your cock when you direct her with a leash-like grip. You're rough. You pull and push with all the lust of your inexperience. You treasure the feeling of her tight mouth.

Water drips down your face, over your gaze. It can’t blur her erect nipples. It can’t hide the redness of her cheeks. You blink and see a beautiful girl your age loving the blowjob as much as you.

But she’s not just anyone. Cousin Rachel blows you. And all because she caught you masturbating.

Bliss. Rising. It’s too much.

“I’m going to cum!” you say. “Please, my beautiful and best cousin, let me cum in your mouth.”

She deepthroats. Her chin reaches your balls. She pats the back of your thighs in encouragement, blue eyes wet, wide, and wanting.

You don't pull hair anymore; you fuck her face. Your hips shake, you thrust hard, and you release several shots. Your cousin sucks, your cousin swallows, and you feel the shift in her throat as she does.

Rachel manipulates your cock with her tongue as you soften. She keeps sucking. You moan. You bunch over, dick sensitive, and your body overshadows a mischievous, beautiful face. Rachel blows you until you push her back, all drops extracted into her hungry stomach.

She rests her hands on her thighs, knees on tiles, body wet and sexy, and you can't help but want some more of her. Your cock is soft, but that doesn't matter. You grope her large breasts with rapture. Your fingers brush the nipples of the second woman to let you do so, both of them related to you, and you start to reach lower. You groan in a pleading tone.

“Playtime's over, little cuz,” Rachel says with a giggle, brushing your hands from just above her navel. You feel a different sort of wetness sticking to her fingers. The both of you hold hands for a moment. Then Rachel says, “Time to dry off.”

She stands, nude chest shaking a little, before pushing some of her blonde hair out of her face. Suddenly, she's leaning in.

You react to the kiss on your cheek with surprise. Rachel presses her body tight against you; you hug her. Being yourself, your hands dip to palm her full ass. Hesitation. She sighs, before pushing into your groping hands. You see her small smile out of the corner of your eyes.

Her embrace only lasts a couple seconds. She exits the shower, water slowly losing its warmth, and steals your towel.

“I'll grab you another one,” Rachel says, before drying off in a way that would make a stripper proud.

“No problem,” you say, eyeing her nudity without restraint. You ogle like she's a girl you invited over. She lets you with the patience and self-assurance of a girl who went over to a guy to blow him.

After she puts her clothes on, your cousin says, “Little cuz?”

“Yeah?”

“My question at the beginning.” Rachel isn't looking at you. The tips of her ears are red.

“You're better than jerking off.” You also have a red face.

“Good. And if you feel like acting so pathetic again…try bothering me first.”

You agree like, well, an eighteen year old who just got an implicit offer to another blowjob or even more. That chance especially interests you—your cock stirs at the thought of fucking her like you did Aunt Lacy.

Speaking of. “What will Aunt Lacy say of this?” you say. There's a tone of uncertainty, because everything since last night has been beyond any expectations.

Cousin Rachel looks back. Her eyes are confident. “She'll understand. Of course my little cuz shouldn't masturbate when he can get some girl. But she'll also be disappointed. You know how mom is. I'll get a lecture on having your seed spill inside my womb like it's supposed to.” Rachel says the last bit with a good imitation. She rolls her eyes. Your dick stirs in hope. Rachel’s gaze flicks down; your cousin bites her lips.

Then she leaves with a sway in the hips.

Is the rest of your family like this? Are you related to incestous deviants against masturbating? You’re never going to lock the doors again.