My Honey Cousin_ - Sex Stories

My Honey Cousin_

... or up in her room all day.

So it was with a heavy heart I made the train trip out to the countryside this summer. I was 18 and shouldn’t have to stay with aunt Lilly and my cousin over the summer. I felt like I was too old to be watched after. Why couldn’t my parents just leave me to tend for myself at home instead? Hopefully Amy had grown out of that mood she was in years ago. We were both more mature now, I hoped.

But already as I got off the train I was pleasantly surprised. As I stepped onto the platform I saw aunt Lilly over there by the station house. I couldn’t see Amy anywhere but was suddenly attacked by her giving me a strong hug and a wet kiss on the lips!

-”So great to see you again Liston! We’ll have a great summer!”, she exclaimed, and gave me another wet kiss on the lips!

Amy had grown even more since the last few summers, so she was taller than me, and bigger in every way. I had already felt her firm breasts against my chest and now that she was hanging on to me with an arm around my neck I also felt the weight of her curvy body. She was wearing a pair of very short jeans shorts, red sneakers and a tight tank top that showed the sides of her boobs as well as some cleavage. She looked much younger than her 20 years of age. But she looked so hot!

Aunt Lilly had probably fixed Amy’s hair just before they came to pick me up, so she still had a thick sandy blonde braid in functioning order.

Together we finally made it to aunt Lilly who had been ...

... standing over by the station house and I got one of those beautiful auntie hugs from her. It feels like being enveloped by the ultimate mother. A long, deep hug. My face pressed against her abundant bosom was exactly what I needed to feel as welcome as I hoped to be. Her thin, yellow summer dress was the only thing that covered those lovely mounds under there.

More kisses and they both were telling me how great it was to see me again before we scuttled into the front seat of aunt Lilly’s truck and headed off to their house in the country.

During the ride it was hard to keep my eyes off of both Lilly’s and Amy’s cleavages.Every time I saw an upcoming bump in the road my eyes involuntarily moved to Lilly’s cleavage. Amy was also busty, but nowhere near as top-heavy as aunt Lilly.

I think Amy might have noticed, because many times just as my eyes were turning to auntie’s mounds, she would say something to grab my attention. Also she was often adjusting her seatbelt so her boobs were extra accentuated under her tight t-shirt.

Towards the last third of the trip she had already been holding my hand for a long while and had it clasped with mine. Holding it, the back of my hand was pressed against her crotch, which gave me something else to focus on than auntie’s bouncing boobs. With every bump it kind of pressed against her jeans shorts. I couldn’t tell if it was her pushing my hand down or if it was just the motion of the bumps.

Finally at the farmhouse Lilly prepared ...