A Cousin's Reunion 2 - Sex Stories

A Cousin's Reunion 2

... the towel around my waist obscenely. "Ready for the fish in a minute." She said, her eyes darting down to my hard cock but not saying anything about it. I dropped the fish into the bowl of breading that she held out, her hands quickly dredging them through the mix and dropping the filets into the hot oil. I stepped aside, but not too far, as she reached over to turn on the sink and rinse her hands of the batter, thinking that I had a perfect opportunity to feel her up with her hands occupied. She moved back before I could screw up the nerve to act on my thoughts, which were to slide my hands up under that towel and feel up her tits. "Smells good." I finally said, feeling like I needed to do more than just stand there and think about screwing my own cousin. "You could put some plates on the table. It'll be done in a couple minutes." She said sweetly, looking over her shoulder at me with a smile. "Can do." I answered as I went to work setting out two places around one corner of the kitchen table. I got out some milk and filled our glasses while she scooped the now cooked fish from the hot pan. "Looks good." I said as I sat down, watching her towel swish around as she moved, only now realizing that each time she did it separated slightly displaying a long thin strip of her body, including her curly blond pubic hair. How dumb could I have been not to look for that earlier? I thought to myself as she sat down, the towel spreading as she sat so that her lap had to be bare as she ...

... scooted the chair in. My cock jumped at the thought that she was sitting almost naked next to me and I couldn't help but reach under the table and pull my own towel up to expose my cock, just in case she decided to reach over and feel me up. I saw her suppress a tiny smile as I pulled my hands out of my lap and back to the table, wondering if she figured out what I had just done. The two of us were clearly pushing every limit of being naughty and teasing each other, without crossing that invisible line. By the time we finished eating our most excellent feast, the water on the stove was steaming and ready for dish washing. I watched her push away from the table and stand up, her towel taking a moment to slide down and cover herself. While she stood in front of her chair waiting, I pushed away, my exposed cock mostly hard and exposed until I stood and the towel fell down over it. Almost as if satisfied what I had done what she intended, she turned and went to work getting the dishpan filled with hot water and things ready. I stepped quickly into the other room and adjusted my towel so that the gap in the towel was much closer to my cock so that if I wasn't careful I might stick out the slit. I came back and stepped next to her to help by drying the dishes and put them up, noticing a funny little smile on her face that she was clearly trying to suppress. She seemed happy and I wasn't about to ruin that mood. "Well, that's it." I said as I put the last dish in the cabinet and she ...