My Cousin, Beth - Sex Stories

My Cousin, Beth

... scared I wasn’t going to be able to be that close to her without making my feelings clear. Even now, not being closer to her body was killing me. “You really think your mom is going to let you go to a party with a bunch of irresponsible 18 year olds, you’re what 12.” I said it with a smile; she didn’t look even close to 12. Her body was all women. She leaned forward drawing attention to her chest; I couldn’t take my eyes off of her pale, perky breasts. She cleared her throat, and I looked up to her face to see a knowing smirk and confident eyes. She knew I was looking at her chest! I was shocked; I should have apologized, but I could barely breathe let alone talk or move. She dropped the act, and gave me wide innocent eyes. “Please West. I want to hang out with you tonight. Please.” She looked so cute when she begged, I couldn’t say no. And after some careful and persistent begging, I got permission to bring her with me, as long as I kept an eye on her. Apparently no one knew I was just as much of a danger to her as any of my friends. After excusing ourselves from our f****y, we climbed into my car. I couldn’t help but notice that her dress rode up, leaving a large amount of thigh bare. I took a breath to steady myself, but it didn’t help. Her smell lingered in my car intoxicatingly. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex. I wanted to rip that dress off so I could see what was underneath. I wanted to taste her everywhere, to feel our pleasure build together. I tried to clear my ...

... head. These thoughts weren’t right, I wouldn’t betray Beth… I couldn’t. At first we kept up meaningless conversation, but it soon died off. We sat it a comfortable silence, but it meant my mind was free to focus on her. I noticed her tense up, obviously becoming more and more nervous as we approached the party; I grabbed her hand to reassure her. Just feeling her soft skin made me want to get closer… I started to let go of her hand, but she gripped my fingers. She took a deep breath, drawing strength from my touch. I parked the car; she shook herself allowing a new confident presence to fill her before she dropped my hand. We entered the party together, and I was immediately the envy of every guy in the room. I drew her into me, and waded through the party to find friends. Beth was obviously interested in the party, but fear was still her dominate emotion and she stayed close. The party was fun, for the first hour or so, as long as Beth was close to me. But she was soon surrounded; word had spread that she was my f****y, not my date. She seemed to be enjoying the attention, barely noticing that I was there. One of my roommates (and best friends), Corey, seemed to really have Beth’s attention. She was laughing at his jokes, and touching his arm. I wanted to punch him in the face, and more than once had to stop myself. I decided I couldn’t do this sober. I had a few shots, and then some beer. I was feeling pretty trashed, which made it even harder for me to cope with the male ...