3 Young Cousins - Sex Stories

3 Young Cousins

... ‘Why does dad have a long butt in front?’” She busted up laughing at this point, blushing a furious red. For some reason all of this talk of private parts was really making my penis erect, and I adjusted it again while I laughed with her. “I’ve kind of always wanted to see one up close. Dad’s was so far away, you know? Besides, he’s old and my dad. Yucko!” We sat in silence for a while as I finally got my penis in a position that didn’t make it feel like it would explode out of my pants. “Have you ever wanted to see a girl’s boobs?” my cousin asked, and I think that’s when I realized where she was trying to lead the conversation. I glanced at her chest, the two small mounds of her breasts poking out toward me, and glanced away. “Well, I am a guy, right?” I tried to say it nonchalantly, but I think I probably failed. She giggled and blushed again, whispering, “I’ll show you my boobs if you show me your thingy.” “Really, you want to see me naked?” I asked, giggling nervously. I felt the breath of her own laughter on my face and realized that we were leaning toward each other, speaking quietly, faces inches away. “No, not really NAKED,” she said. “I just want to see your penis!” “Why mine?” “Because you’re here and you have one?” Samantha pretended to glance over the table into my lap. “At least, I THINK you have one.” “Oh, I do,” I said, still laughing. “But do you have boobs?” “Yep!” she said, sticking out her chest and shaking her shoulders in a shimmy. We both started ...

... laughing loudly, jumped, and then shushed each other. “Well?” she asked, chin shaking in nerves. “You first.” “Okay,” Samantha said without hesitation. Her hands shook as she lifted up her shirt to show what I now know was a training bra. Then, without ceremony, she used her thumbs to push up the remaining material that covered her chest, exposing her two mounds of flesh, each topped with a tiny, pale nipple. I stared at them for what seemed like a far too short of a time before she adjusted her clothing. Her face was a deep red, and she was breathing hard. I noticed that my own skin felt hot. “Your turn,” my cousin said, jumping up. “Come on, stand up! I can’t see your thing through the table, silly.” Neither of us were giggling any more. I slowly stood, but must have hesitated a little too long, because Samantha glanced to the door of the fifth wheel and said, “Hurry, before someone comes!” Deciding to get this over with, I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down and then yanked both my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. My penis, hard as a rock by this point, sprang up and slapped my belly, standing as if at attention. Samantha, now white as a sheet, stared at my throbbing member for a long while, and when I started to bend down to get dressed, she stopped me. “Wait, I want to see it really up close, okay? If you want to see my boobs like that, I’ll let you. I’ll even let you see my crotch, okay? Please?” I could only nod. She knelt in front of me and brought ...