My Cousin Vivian - Sex Stories

My Cousin Vivian

My cousin Vivian travelled home from Canada to see her aging mother just before Christmas, as is customary for her.

Since she moved away with her new husband in the 1980s, Vivian and I have maintained a long-term social media connection.

Speaking with Viv virtually helped me express things that I used to be too shy to say.

Having reached our early sixties now and with separate birthdays right before Christmas, we made plans to get together as soon as she returned home.

Vivian was travelling alone and lodging in a hotel close to the assisted living facility where her mother was receiving care.

I had recently admitted to Viv that I had fancied her back in our teens, but because we were related, I never asked her out on a date. She admitted she had had the same feelings towards me.

Back then, I was a regular visitor to her home, as her father and I had a common interest and spent many hours together. The visits were made all the more enjoyable when Viv was around.

Viv was prettier than any of the girls I was dating, and on top of that, she had a great figure and huge breasts.

We arranged to meet for dinner on her birthday, which was the day before mine, at a restaurant not far from her hotel. I was alone as Tracey, my wife, was attending her work Christmas dinner.

We met in the restaurant bar; this was the first time I had seen Viv in the flesh in forty years. Viv had put on a few pounds, but she was still as beautiful as the last time I saw her. She ...

... came smartly dressed in a nice above-the-knee dress with a low-cut top that showed off her wonderful cleavage and a pair of nice patent black heels with black nylons.

We dined and chatted; we had common interests in most things, especially music and food.

After dinner, we had a few glasses of wine and sat in a cosy booth in the bar. We talked more about our teens and how we both liked each other back then, but we did nothing about it.

By this time, Viv had cosied right up beside me and had her hand on my thigh as we chatted. I was transfixed by her deep cleavage and large breasts.

We drank a couple of bottles of wine as we enjoyed each other's company, and her hand barely left my thigh and occasionally brushed against my cock.

It was getting late, and I was checking my watch when she said, "Fancy a nightcap back in my hotel room."

I knew Tracey would be out late and had a taxi booked to get home, so I agreed. We walked the half-mile or so back to her hotel, arm-in-arm, arriving just before midnight.

Once in the hotel, we had an awkward look from the receptionist as we walked straight past and into the elevator.

Once in the elevator, Viv pinned me against the wall and launched herself at me, kissing me like a woman possessed. I responded but broke off before we reached her floor and questioned what she was doing.

She said, "Sorry, but that was forty years in the making; I had to get it out of my system."

I just said, "Okay," and my trousers said ...